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eufezco · 1 year

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;Y/N'S CAMERA ROLL🪴🔪🌬️ DATING WEDNESDAY VERSION

enid s. version // tyler g. version

📸 — "You look awesome guys!"

Wednesday's breathing was heavy, showing how annoyed she was. It wasn't enough having her parents in Nevermore for the weekend but you also wanted her to take photos with them. "Oh, come on, your family is great. I love them." Gómez was more than pleased to take photos with her little storm cloud and you loved him because of how dedicated he was. You also took some photos of him and Pugsley, and Morticia and Gómez being really close to each other. At that point, Wednesday was about to explode.

📸 — You just love when she makes a ball of herself. Sometimes she does it because she needs to think and it helps her to meditate, other times because she's overwhelmed and needs to be on her own for a little while. But other times she does it because she's aware of how adorable you think she looks.

You'd be walking around Nevermore and find a small black ball sitting on the ground, with her legs against her chest and trying to hide from everyone. You'd put your phone out of your pocket and take a photo before approaching her and sitting by her side with your arms pulling Wednesday closer.

📸 — Photos when she's not paying attention. She could be doing anything and you'd need to take a photo of her because of how beautiful she looked. If she caught you, Wednesday would frown, not mad, just confused, and she'd ask you why would you do that.

She looked adorable with the cat ears, and she seemed so peaceful during her writing hour that you needed to capture it.

"Wednesday?" You called her after taking a photo of her.

She hummed.

"I love you."

Wednesday raised her head from the typewriter and her eyes focused on the wall in front of her. You couldn't see the expression on her face but you were sure that she was deciding what to do.

"I love you too."

📸 — "Aw, you're literally pocket size."

She raised her eyebrows, not believing what you just called her. Wednesday Addams being called pocket size. "Give me your phone." She stated and tried to take it off your hands.

"You are so small I could just put you in my pocket."

"Stop it, y/n. It's not funny."

You were enjoying the RaveN's dance with your girlfriend until some idiot had to ruin it. But covered in blood, Wednesday seemed to enjoy it more.

"Take a photo of me."

You frowned. "Are you sure? You're like soaked in blood."

"I know."

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stirthewaters · 6 months

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Bad Mood

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: slightly ooc Wednesday?? angst - fluff, (not proofread I just threw it together 😭)

Summary: Wednesday has trouble figuring out your bad mood and decides to take it into her own hands

Pairings: Wednesday x GN!Reader

Wednesday was frustrated, to say the least. Though she would never vocally express her irritations towards you, you were surely a dilemma, and the fact that she was having trouble solving the puzzle that was you at the moment was most definitely the issue.

You had been moping all day, acting uncharacteristically sulky and closed off. Wednesday would’ve almost liked it if she wasn’t so put off by your sudden change of behavior. Sulking didn’t look good on you, she observed, as you sat beside her during class, not paying attention and absentmindedly twirling a pencil between your thumbs, the wood surprisingly close to splintering as you did so.

No, you had not given any reasoning to why you were feeling this way, and Wednesday did not like the sneaking suspicion that she might have had something to do with it. Though she couldn’t recall ever explicitly saying or doing anything to make you upset she knew that she was most certainly not one to know much about any sort of complex emotional drama, and therefore she was left outside of the tangled barbwire that was your emotions. Why must you be so confusing? Puzzles were supposed to be enjoyable to solve, not frustrating.

Wednesday let you be most of the day, silently hoping some time would improve your mood but you remained either irritable and snappy or moody and quiet, practically telling off Xavier when he came late to class and delayed it about ten minutes. Although the Addams had to admit that she found a sort of amusement in seeing you scold someone, it wasn’t followed by the playful roll of your eyes that you usually gave someone to indicate you were joking. Clearly something had upset you and she was getting increasingly frustrated.

The raven tried easing your irritably by placing a cold hand on your warm thigh, trying to practice the gentle rubs that she typically knew you liked, and though you stiffened as usual under her touch it did nothing to soften your mood as your eyes darkly flitted away.

But that didn’t worry her. Wednesday wasn’t used to being worried, let alone emotions themselves. To the Addams, emotions were a tangled spiderweb that once trapped in became a struggle to navigate, distracting one from common sense and rationality. Yet, she still felt the uncomfortable prickling of sickening worry in her chest when she saw you actually tear up. And it was almost without reason. Nobody had spoken to you unkindly or done anything physically immoral, yet your eyes glistened and you pulled your hood over your head, dark eyes disappearing behind its frame as you did so. You were crying? Wednesday briefly wondered whether or not she’d seen you cry before, most certainly she hadn’t without explicable reason.

Your quiet sniffles seemed to be the only thing her brain would allow her to hear amidst the sound of students around you.

Instantly she gripped your wrist gently yet firmly, pulling you into a dark corner in the hall as she searched for your eyes under the hood. That prickle in her chest started to scratch as you huffed out stiffly, in a voice close to cracking. “What is it?”

Wednesday silently brought her hand up to your hood, pulling it down carefully to see your dark eyes swimming in tears, and she felt her voice soften just slightly at the sight of them as she murmured, “I wish to know what has been bothering you throughout the day. You’ve been distant and irritable.” You tried to look away but she gently pulled your chin back to look at her, feeling you shake under her grasp. “Cara Mia, I would like to know whether or not I have been the source of your…” the Addams struggled for the right word. “Current emotional status.”

You shook your head weakly. God, she could tell you were fragile. It was as if the slightest poke could set you off, and she knew she had to tread carefully. Her brain raced to remember everything Enid had taught her on… comfort. The idea was a personal ick but with you she would make an exception. “Would you like to leave?” Your weak nod was all the confirmation she needed as she laced her pinky into yours to subtly pull you through the crowd. God, she was disgusted by pda but you weakened her, and she despised you for it.

In the privacy of her dorm, the gentle rain slapping against the large window, she watched as you shakily exhaled, clearly fighting off your tears as you closed your eyes and struggled to speak. “Today has just…been… a lot. It’s- I- I can’t-“ your voice finally cracked slightly.

Wednesday stood opposite you for a moment, in thought as the scratching of worry in her heart began to pulsate into more of a pain. Not a pleasant pain that she usually experienced, rather a more unpleasant one at the sight of the tear that fell from your eye, hitting the floorboards and disappearing. She felt as if she’d always remember that oddly specific place on the floor from now on.

Stepping forwards she shoved aside all of her disgust and apathy for touch and wrapped her cold arms around your waist to pull you in, your head falling atop of yours as she muttered into your neck, “from what I do know about emotions I have heard that it is a rather healthy way to deal with them by crying.”

As if on cue from the touch and soft words she felt you slowly fall apart, quietly trembling as you cried silently, burying your face into her hair that she silently noted to wash later to get any snot out of.

She slowly brought you down to the floor with her, letting you cry as she tried her best to comfort you, tracing small patterns on your collarbone and neck, giving you small and delicate kisses here and there as to show that she was here with you. When your sobs began to ease she felt your weight press against her more, and she quickly put together that you were exhausted. She shushed you softly, letting you burrow into her as much as you needed. God, you were so warm, it was as if you were thawing the ice that she had worked so hard to freeze.

Although still not inclined to show any major affection, she did press a small cold kiss to your temple, letting you rest in her arms as your head shifted into your lap and her hand threaded its way into your hair, slowly and softly stroking in an effort to calm you down, finally the nagging confusion and frustration easing as you both fell into a calm, the rain providing a soothing atmosphere.

Perhaps Enid’s teachings had paid off.

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herlondonboy · 1 year

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You Stole My Heart (And Made It Your Own)

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x gn!reader

Summary: requested (find request here)

Warnings: swearing, reader’s a slag, there’s not really any plot, cringy ass title, spelling mistakes.

Word Count: 1.4k

Ever since Wednesday had moved to Nevermore, you’d been hopelessly in love with her. And, being the cocky, arrogant person you are, you tried flirty with her. You failed to see the looks she gave you from across a classroom. Looks of want and need were shot at each other when the latter wasn’t looking. Words of want were thrown when Wednesday was busy. You liked her ignoring you, it made the game much more fun.

Wednesday didn’t really understand why you, you, would talk to her the way you did. She had read all about you on Enid’s blog - the blonde made a point to read out every piece of dirt she had on you when she heard of your advances. Apparently, you had seduced half the population of your grade in your four years of being here. But they were just rumours, and they’d stay like that until you proved them correct. Or wrong.

You ignored the laughter around you as you watched Wednesday talk to that hand of hers. It was the same everyday: longing, flirting, eat, longing, repeat. Though the longing began to become unbearable. This was the first time any of your advances had been declined by someone that wasn’t in a secret relationship (that had happened far too often). To say it was hitting you hard is an understatement. Wednesday had taken your ego and attacked it with a hatchet.

You left your table and walked over to Wednesday. She didn’t seem to notice, but the hand did as it pointed to you. She looked to you after and rose an eyebrow in question. Before you could speak up, she began. “That’s Thing. He’s a he, not an it. He’s not an object.” You nodded in understanding and sat down. “What do you want?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, not remembering any you came here. “I just wanted to talk.” You then settled on. A half-lie half-truth.

Wednesday rolled her eyes before looking to you. “You know, Enid is jealous of me.” She said. Now, don’t get this mixed up, Wednesday Addams was not one for gossip, but she found it quite amusing that Enid was jealous of her. “She thinks it’s unfair that you went for me and not her.”

“I don’t want Enid, I want you because I’m obsessed with you.” You mumbled, looking at her lips. Wednesday was the first person that you actually wanted to like you back.

“I don’t blame you.” She shrugged. Apparently, Xavier, Tyler Galpin, Enid Sinclair and (according to Bianca) Rowan Laslow had a thing for her too.

“No need to get cocky, Addams.” You held up

Your hands. Wednesday’s lips quivered in an almost-smirk. She’d never admit it, but she loved your games.

Thing knocked on the wooden table, gaining Wednesday’s attention. The two of you looked down as Thing began to rapidly sign. Wednesday’s face contorted into one of disgust then surprise before she shook her head. You decided it wasn’t a great time to tell her that you knew sign Language. Enid then came over and glared at you. You took that as a sign that you had overstayed your welcome. Waving to Wednesday and winking at Enid made the blonde’s face soften and turn red.

Before you left, you turned back to Enid, who still hadn’t recovered from the wink and said, “For the record, I don’t not flirt with you because I don’t find you attractive. I don’t flirt with you because my friend is hopelessly in love with you, okay? Because you are extremely attractive.” You then left, not seeing how Enid opened and closed her mouth like a fish.

Enid then turned to Wednesday, with a look of betrayal written all over he gave as the latter just watched you walk away to the Nightshades.

You were all fencing, or rather watching people fence at least. Ajax, Rowan, Xavier and you were watching Wednesday duel Bianca, once more. Though, this time it was three out of five points and you win, not to the blood. There was something about watching Wednesday take of her sabre mask and glare at Bianca, though she had won, that made you feel feral inside.

You flinched and stood up quickly when you felt something crawling on your thigh. Looking down, you sighed at Thing. “Dude, you can’t sneak up on a person like that!” You exclaimed, sitting back down. Thing pulled on the top half of your suit and pointed at the door. You looked up, realising that Wednesday had made herself scarce. “Wednesday wants to see me?”

Thing gave you a thumb up and the boys around you ooed like immature teenagers. Oh, wait. You rolled your eyes at them, leaving the room with Thing on your shoulder. You walked down the hallway until you were pulled into a classroom.

You stumbled into Wednesday before gaining your footing back. “You know, Addams, when you get pulled into an empty classroom by an attractive girl, it usually mean that you’re about to have mind-blowingly good sex.”

Wednesday let go of you like you were on fire and you chuckled, fixing your sleeves. “Why were you staring at me during the fencing match?” She asked.

“Because I love you.” You said with a nonchalant shrug.

Wednesday scrunched her eyes in confusion. “Don’t do that to yourself, y/n.” She told you. “I’m not a good person to love. You could have anyone. Why me?”

You shrugged and smiled. “Just because.” You mumbled.

Wednesday looked at you before leaving. She ignored the Nightshades that were gathered around the door as she walked to her dormitory. You went out after, cursing out your friends as you flicked Ajax on the back of the head, making him jump in pain. Thing then crawled out next, following after Wednesday.

“What the fuck was that?” Ajax exclaimed in fear, jumping out of his skin.

“That was Thing.” You said, walking away from them.

You saw Wednesday again during lunch the next day and, for the first time ever, you made eye contact from across the hall. Her stare wasn’t welcoming and was unnerving, but you liked in. I’m a weird way. You smirked at her for having stolen her attention away from her best friend when you got a notification.

Breaking the staring match with Wednesday, a foolish move, you opened your phone to Enid’s gossip blog. It was the same as always until a photo of you kissing someone came up. You couldn’t tell who it was, but your hair was different so you assumed it was old. Now to deduce the bigger question: why was Enid trying to stir drama?

There was no particular reason for you to be in the library after curfew other than the fact that it was completely silent, apart from the ticks of the grandfather clock in the corner and your soft breathing. The sound of paper rustling every time you flipped the page scratched your brain perfectly.

Wednesday had finally given up with your game. She couldn’t stay calm when she thought about you. She hated that, how you made her feel things she didn’t want to feel. It was like you came into her life, threw out everything she had known to about love and made yourself at home in her mind. You plagued her mind even when she was asleep.

She had followed you to the library that night and after just silently watching you for a while, she made her way over to you. “y/n.” She said, her voice void of emotion, as always.

You jumped, your heart stopping for a second as you held your hand over your heart. “Jesus H. Christ, Wednesday.” You sighed, massaging your eyebrows to relax yourself. “Do you need something?”

“You.” Wednesday said. Before you could process her words, she continued. “I want you.”

You relaxed your body and looked at her with a neutral gaze. “Everyone does.” You told her and she scoffed in frustration.

“y/n, I’m trying to say that I think I love you too.” Wednesday spat out, the words evidently tasting like rainbows and cupcakes on her tongue.

“It’d be a tragedy not to be.” You shrugged Wednesday looked like she was about to leave when you suddenly stood up and walked in front of her, blocking the pathway out of the library.

Wednesday rolled her eyes and tried to get past, but you blocked her once more. “Enid said that when you tell someone that you’re in love with them, they say it back.” Wednesday said. “You didn’t say it back, y/n.”

“Wednesday, I was joking.” You told her softly.

“Ha. Ha ha ha.” Wednesday said humourlessly. The slight embarrassment you had made her feel still fresh in her mind.

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amnesique · 1 year

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jealous, jealous, jealous boy — xavier thorpe x reader x tyler galpin

part 1

pairing : xavier thorpe x reader x tyler galpin

summary : less than a week after you slept with tyler to get revenge on xavier, your ex, he finds out about it and comes after you to ask you for explanations, as if you were obliged to give them to him.

warnings : mentions of sex, mature language, angst, slut-shaming, name calling

"you won't believe it when i tell you!" enid said to wednesday in a sing-song tone, taking her usual place at the table, looking left and right, hoping that you or xavier weren't around.

wednesday's facial expression was the same as before, without expressing any emotion, despite her roommate's enthusiasm. no one could tell what was going through her mind. not even enid. but she continued anyway.

enid was known to know everyone's gossip, so it didn't take long for her to find out about what you did to get back at xavier when he broke up with you.

"as soon as xavier broke up with y/n a few days ago," enid started whispering in the girl's ear, though she was still unfazed, "she went to weathervane and she ended up having sex with tyler."

wednesday wanted to roll her eyes at her roommate's words, but she restrained herself from only pulling away from the girl to stare at her intently. "why should i care?"

"why should you care?" the girl repeated after her, her eyes widening. it was the first time that someone remained unimpressed by such gossip, but probably should have expected that from the wednesday addams.

wednesday nodded lightly. if you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't have noticed.

"do you really find it so uninteresting that y/n slept with tyler?" enid asked her, forgetting to speak in a whisper and turning a few looks towards her.

suddenly, being the wrong man at the wrong time, xavier thorpe had appeared near the two girls and happened to hear the last words of the girl with blonde hair, dyed at the tips.

he couldn't believe his ears.

"y/n slept with tyler?" he asked, a short and to the point question, feeling like a damn joke while the rest of the students sighed in surprise while enid put her hand over her mouth, regretting the words that came out of it.

nobody said anything.

xavier swallowed hard and cleared his throat, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "where is y/n?"

"xavier—", enid wanted to say something, feeling stupid that she was so talkative and that the boy found out this kind of news from her, in front of everyone... but wednesday got ahead of her.

"she's at weathervane."

of course that she is there, xavier thought and hurried to leave the school yard, ignoring the looks of pity that were thrown at him, and to hurry to reach the cafe before the end of the lunch break.

meanwhile, not knowing that what you did became the gossip of the week at nevermore academy, you quietly drank you coffee while running your fingers on the stem of the cup and kept your eyes on tyler, who was now taking the order at a table close by.

however, your silence didn't last long because xavier came through the door like a tornado, drawing other looks at him, from the locals of jericho, and startling you when he sat down across from you.

"tell me you didn't actually do it." he said, getting straight to the point, making an effort to look at you with his now dark eyes.

tyler took the order, but stood still, looking at you, twirling the notebook in his fingers, ready to intervene. not because you needed his help, but because he barely had you and didn't want anyone to intervene, especially thorpe.

being truly taken by surprise, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "do what, exactly?"

"you know what i'm talking about." he answered you, putting a hand on the table, wanting to touch you. in that moment tyler wanted to come to you, but you got scared because of the darkness in xavier's eyes and withdrew your hand, following to let your both hands slip from your cup, and he remained in place, staring at the golden brown-haired boy with clenched jaw.

"no, xavier," you replied in a calm tone, explaining how much the situation was stressing you out, "i have no idea what you're talking about."

"you fucked galpin!" the words came out of his mouth louder than he intended and you swallowed hard.

tyler gave up the damn trust that you were doing fine on your own and approached your table, taking advantage of the fact that he screamed to motivate his intervention.

he put his hand on xavier's shoulder, saying "ok, man, if you keep yelling like that, i'll have to kick you out of the cafe." as if he gave two fucks about his clients at that moment.

xavier snarled, pulling his shoulder out from under tyler's palm so fast it felt like it was burning. "don't you fucking try to touch me!" shouted the boy from the nevermore academy.

tyler threatened him again, this time just with his look, running his tongue furiously across the front of his teeth.

"you fucking fucked my girlfriend, man!" said the boy, standing up, him looking down at him, taking advantage of the fact that he was a little taller. "such things are not done!"

"she wasn't your girlfriend!"

"i wasn't your girlfriend anymore!"

you both said at the same time. first tyler, dropping his head a little to one side, and the second you, getting up from the table too.

xavier had a fake smile on his lips, which instead of hiding his disappointment from the rest of the world, emphasized it more, and he was close to you in less than a second, ignoring the palm tyler placed on his chest to slow him down. "so you admit you did it!" he concluded after your words, raising an accusing finger at you.

driven by the fact that not only was he making fun of himself, but you and tyler at the same time, you erased the space left between you, grasping him by his finger to force him to put it down. "i don't have to admit anything to you. get that in your head, okay?" you asked him rhetorically with a fake smile on your face. "i can sleep with whoever i want as long as you broke up with me." you added and turned on your heels as tyler withdrew his hand, both of you thinking that it was over.

you were so close to leaving the cafe, taking advantage of the fact that you hadn't made a fool of yourself yet, but his voice stopped you, with your hand on the door handle.

"you know what that makes you, don't you?" he asked you and you instinctively turned to give him one last look. "a whore." he formed the word, just by moving his lips, no sound being heard. and somehow, that hurt more.

without thinking, acting on the spur of the moment, tyler pulled him by the collar of his nevermore academy shirt, and punched him directly in the nose, channeling all his anger into that blow.

putting his hand to his nose, and ignoring the bleeding, xavier gave tyler a fake laugh. "that's all you can do?" he asked, trying to mock him, then he turned to you. "have your standards really gone that low?" he asked you, continuing to ignore how his blood was pumping because of the blow.

"don't talk to her!" tyler got in front of him and grabbed him by the collar again.

xavier laughed again, "what are you going to do?" he asked and didn't give him time to answer. "are you going to hit me again?" but as soon as he said this, he changed his mind. "or, oh no, are you going to fuck my girlfriend again?"

"for the last fucking time," tyler said each word through his teeth, squeezing them together as hard as he squeezed fist around his throat. "she was not your fucking girlfriend."

xavier wanted to say something else, but instead he struggled to breathe, making only weak sounds. tyler's gaze took a very dark turn, and you didn't know whether to feel scared, because it was the first time you'd seen him so enraged, or to get turned on because, oh, how good he looked when he defended you.

the door opens and you quickly step aside, still watching from the sidelines as tyler didn't seem to want to let go of xavier.

"what the hell is going on here, tyler?" a very familiar voice thundered throughout the cafe and only then did you move your gaze towards that person, realizing that the person who had just entered was tyler's father. the sheriff.

only then did tyler let go of the boy, who fell towards the edge of the table where you were sitting, clinging to it, to struggle to breathe again normally.

and you would find yourself talking even though you actually knew you were the reason. "believe me, sheriff galpin, i'd like to know that too." you said with a sly smile, making eye contact with tyler, as if he didn't have much left and was killing your ex-boyfriend.

apparently one of the customers announced the sheriff about that whole circus.

part 3

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 5 months

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Hello! Your fics are perfect in every way, also you are my fav writer on tumblr! ❤️ I have a request of a Larissaxreader fic, where Larissa finds out that reader is doing sh and when she confronts reader they break down in her arms. Totally okay if you would like to change anything or if you are not comfortable writing this! Anyways, hope you have a good day <3

-🪷🌸anon

Everybody Needs Somebody ~Larissa Weems xFem Reader

Hey hey hey anon! Thank you for the request. I can most definitely write this. Here’s a little angst and fluffy fic for Larissa!! Enjoy! 🤍💋

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: TW/CW self harm-cutting, little angst, fluff too, comforting, crying, etc.

Enjoy (:

Larissa was making her way through the school courtyard, when you caught her eye. She smiled and was about to move on, when your sleeve rolled up a bit.

The woman’s eyes widened in horror as she saw cutting marks on your arm, and she immediately made her way over to you.

“Miss L/N, would you mind joining me in my office for a moment?” Larissa asked you.

You looked over to Larissa and nodded.

“Of course Principal Weems.”

You followed the Principal to her office where she took a seat and indicated for you to do the same.

“Thank you but I’d prefer to stand” you said with a light smile.

Larissa smiled back and nodded.

“Darling…” the blonde hesitantly began, “Are you doing alright…?”

You looked across the desk at the woman with a smidge of confusion.

“Yes…” you slowly said, wondering why she was asking.

“I ask because… I…” Larissa took a breath and stood up.

She made her way around the desk and came up to you.

“I noticed some marks on your arm in the courtyard…”

Your eyes went wide and a mixture of shock and horror filled your face.

“Oh I— you weren’t supposed to see that I… no—” you rambled, your mind beginning to spiral.

Larissa watched you intently with care and concern in her eyes. She then placed a hand on your shoulder caringly, making you freeze and stop rambling.

“Darling, it’s alright… You do know that it’s okay to be not okay, right?”

At her words, tears began to fall down your face and your knees suddenly gave way. You would have crashed down to the ground, if Larissa had not swiftly scooped you up and carried you to the couch in the room. She placed you down next to her, and you immediately curled up against her side through your sobs.

“Shhhh, that’s it. I’m here, love, you’re safe now…” Larissa comforted.

You nodded with a sniffle into her figure.

“T-thank you…” you croaked out.

“Anytime, Darling… anytime.”

~~~

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mikeyss1ut · 1 year

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I saw your latest 👓 ✨

I gotta say, Wednesday Addams *phew*

So my type

Anywho Wednesday with a reader who's like healthily obsessed with her? Will do anything for her, completely adores her from the bottom of her heart? (Wlw)

Thank uuuuuu :))

The women she is.

A/n: hey so this is me after I finished the fic realizing I read it wrong. It was supposed to be reader is head over heels for Wednesday. But it’s kinda Wednesday is head over heels for Reader.. sorry:///

Wednesday Addams. Your girlfriend. You had fancied her since she showed up to Nevermore. She fancied you too.

So you decided to try dating for a while. It’s months later and it’s going good. But you also haven’t been able to get her attention because she’s so focused on this mystery.

And Tyler. My god Tyler he was nice to you but it was clear he liked Wednesday. With all that being said you never got her attention. She still liked you she was just busy.

There was a knock on the door. You rushed it open to see Tyler standing there.

“Oh hey Tyler!” You said.

“Here. I’m not really supposed to say anything other than give that to you” he handed you a note.

“Thank you.” You stated, he began walking off as did you. You began walking back to your bed opening the note kicking the door shut with your foot.

“Please meet me outside at 7:00.

- sincerely,

Wednesday.”

It was 6:48. So you decided to get into normal clothes and go downstairs.

By the time it was 7:00 you were outside. You felt a tap on your shoulder, when you turned around. It was Wednesday.

“Follow me.” She stated.

“Yes ma’m.” You giggled

She lead you to a little tent, when you poked your head in it was a computer and blankets. With snacks obviously.

“I know that I have not been spending as much of my time with you as I probably should.”

“So I made you a little setup of what your humans do. Watch movies and eat junk food and like cry. I suppose.” She said

You smiled. “Thank you.” You went in for a hug and she gladly accepted it. You were the only person that could touch her for more than 2 seconds tops. Or at all really.

She loved you. Only you. And you hoped it wouldn’t change any time soon.

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ornii · 1 year

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Embarrassed?

I’m 100% convinced this could happen

(Y/n), Wednesday and Enid are enjoying a pleasant day in nevermores Quad.

(Y/n): Cmon Wednesday, it wouldn’t kill you go smile a bit more.

Wednesday: I’d see you in hell before that happens.

(Y/n) leans over, kisses her on the cheek, her body stiffens up and everyone turns to face the scene.

(Y/n): Well, I’ll have the perfect picnic spot so we can watch the rivers of Lava together.

Everyone stares in sheer disbelief, Wednesday, as pale as she was turned red, rather yelling she turns back to her food, grumbling.

“… You Better.”

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday angst #wedesnday 2022 #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x gn reader #wednesday fluff #Wednesday 2022

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typingfool · 1 year

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𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐃 ;; wednesday addams

Pairing ;; Wednesday Addams x fem!Reader

Summary: Wednesday is the most affectionate when it's time to sleep, much to your dismay.

Warnings: one of Wednesday's death threats.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Maybe a bit OOC but I love that headcannon that Wednesday shows a bit of her soft side whenever she's sleepy, though to very certain people. Enjoy :)

You’ve been pestering Wednesday a healthy amount. Even avoiding your own friends to spend time with her, though, you seemed to have regretted that decision, just a little bit.

In the bed of your girlfriend’s, you laid on your wing to the side, listening to the loud tune of Pathetique outside, as Enid chats with Ajax through the phone. The wing in which you laid on stayed motionless, asleep, that when you reached your hand to feel it, it didn’t feel like your own body, but instead someone else's'.

Wednesday is doing her nightly cello playing, as she did when she first got here. You admired her passion, consistency, and dedication to her schedule. You admired her writing. You admired her creativity. You admired everything about her, flaws and all. You admired her.

“You just don’t know how to show it,” Enid says loudly, probably referring to you more than she refers to Ajax. It made you grimace, seeing as your friend looked out for your emotions that weren’t shown much on display. “But, you know, I’ll notice anyway.” She continued. The feathers on top of your head, that certainly will get you a scolding from Mrs. Davidson, the second normie teacher to teach in Nevermore after the accident with Lauren Gates, felt as if they had melted and left two side-eyeing holes.

“He doesn’t even know you notice.” You looked up, adjusting your position on Wednesday’s bed. It had been a couple of months ever since you were back in Nevermore. Ophelia Hall’s stayed the same, the sense of nostalgia hit your vision, making your wings flutter in response.

Enid stood up from her bed, grabbing her pink snood from the end of her bed. Her hair, unlike before, was much longer now, reaching past her shoulders. Blue and pink are still evident at the ends of it. Her face is more developed yet keeping the innocent Enid Sinclair charm (as Eugene would call it).

“I’m going to Ajax’s dorm,” She secured her phone in her pocket, rummaging through her closet as she pulled out a blue snood. You couldn’t protest with what she said, since the werewolf always deserts you every time, she pries you about something. She left a bunch of clothes on her bed, making it look like gnomes vomited rainbows. “Talk to her,” Enid motioned her head to the window, referring to Wednesday. “And call me when you both are done making out.”

You stood up from your position swiftly, almost making you black out. “You mean making up!” You half-yelled, vision still blurred though enough to see that Enid has gone with the door closed.

As if on cue, Wednesday walked through the spider-like glass, a squeak of noise echoing in the dorms. Her hair still tightly kept in her signature braids, one on each side, both equally parted. Her small, scattered, and cute freckles were much, much visible – probably due to the lack of makeup she wore today.

Speaking of wearing, the clothes she wore are always black. This time she wore a comfortable black tee shirt (she learned her lesson to never wear white shirts over black bras years ago, not that she was going to wear the color white again) and parachute-like pajama, black pants. “Stare at me like that again and I’ll poke your eyes out.” She threatened, papers held in her hand, though from your perspective, they were weapons.

“Sorry… you’re just-” You stopped mid-sentence, a grimace forming in your lips, a small one so as to not drift the conversation apart quickly. “I haven’t been this near you in a while.”

Wednesday’s eyes bore into yours. “I’m 2 meters apart from you.” She didn’t waste any time walking closer, not to you though. She placed her musical sheets in a category of folders, each one of them either being black or transparent.

“Wednesday,” You called, not to test her emotions or lack of eye contact, to simply call your girlfriend. “You say you’re allergic to colors… how does that work?” You asked cautiously, as she dipped down the bed next to you. Your wings fluttered, wrapping around her side subconsciously. She didn’t pull back, leaning in against the soft feathers.

Wednesday began undoing her braid. “I’m not allergic to it.” She answered in a soft tone, yawning under her hands right after. “Just have a different reaction to it than everybody else.” She explained, she stood up to place the hair tie on her desk. She dipped back down her bed, pushing your wing aside carefully as you stood up. She laid on her side, not staring at you.

You didn’t want to pester her any further, although you remembered Enid’s words; talk to her.

In response to her answer, you questioned. The thick air was choking back your questions. At the simplest and shortest eye contact from Wednesday, you wanted to continue. “Why?” was all you could ask, short and curios were your tone. Interested filled your smile.

“Don’t,” She started, gazing down her lap. “Smile like that.” Wednesday stood up from her lying position, crossing her legs. Her eyes locked down her pants, minding their own business.

Wednesday Addams, nothing like her sweet mother from what you’ve witnessed during vacation, she wasn’t exactly like her father too. She is Wednesday. She did not inherit after her parents’, but, as her own personality. The girl who was prophesied to kill an entire school, the girl who changed that said prophecy.

She is brilliant. And you remembered yourself, following after Lauren Gates through the cave. You remember yourself freezing when she was stabbed, not knowing exactly what to do. And a ghost, much like Wednesday herself, healed her every wound. Seeping in through her.

You could still feel Goody Addams in Wednesday Addams. You felt the stronger push and pull through her heart. And it felt even more promising as you are talking to her right now. Wednesday’s energy is strong and complex. Right now, it’s at ease. And it was evident in her body language, shoulders relaxed, legs crossed with one another.

If it didn’t seem like she’s relaxed. Her heavy eyelids were about to shut though she kept it awake, certainly spoke for themselves. “You should sleep,” You whispered, pulling yourself up from the bed, sighing. You could talk to her tomorrow. And you could call Enid tomorrow, as well. If she isn’t in the detention office already.

“Must you go?” Wednesday pulled you lightly from the wrist, showing the frailty in her tone. Sleep caught on with her looks now.

You shook your head, sitting down on the bed, facing her this time. “I can stay…” Your voice trailed, then, you remembered you were talking to an Addams. “If you want me to.”

Wednesday looked conflicted but gave a sharp nod. Her eyes drifted to your wings, leaning in before giving them a light touch. “It’s so soft.” She whispered; voice sleepy. Her body weight leaned in against you. “Why is it so soft?”

You laid down to your side, tapping on your wings for room. Wednesday stared down at you, before she laid down. “They’re called down feathers, y’know like the clouds.” You answered, softly kissing her hair, the bridge your nose tickled.

Your hands were wrapped around her. She kissed your palms lightly. “Sleep.” She commanded and you could not help but oblige. Your wings wrapped around your body and Wednesday's, like a blanket.

The personal warmth cuddled around the room. Before closing off into your dreams, Thing sat on the table. “G’night, bud.” You say, smiling as he formed a small heart with his fingers.

The next day, Enid was in the detention office, smiling as you passed by.

#pax writes 🕯#wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday fluff #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x y/n #wednesday imagine #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x ajax #wednesday angst

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byeaaram · 11 months

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Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life Too)

Summary: In which death welcomes you in the cruelest way possible, and your girlfriend suffers the same fate. You don't know which hurt more.

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death, Light Depictions of Violence, Reincarnation, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, OOC Wednesday Addams(?)

Notes: I don't usually write, but I couldn't get this out of my head. Maybe I'll start to use this space whenever I have an idea. I'm a sucker for reincarnation. Term dictionary at the end.

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Your vision was tunneling in on you.

It was a grueling battle. You had fought relentlessly for the place you had called home for years, as it crumbled and shook, threatening to destroy the very core of the Earth with its last gasp.

Droplets of blood cascaded down your face, while your fingers twitched in defiance of your failing body. Amidst the chaos, a voice called out to you, though it sounded distant and muffled. Your senses were drowning, as if struggling to grasp onto the fading presence of your girlfriend, whose lingering sensation barely registered.

Oh. Oh.

Wednesday. Weakly, you called out to her, your voice barely a whisper, as you stretched your trembling hand in a desperate attempt to grasp her attention. To your relief, your plea bore fruit, as she held onto you tightly, her grip firm, and with nimble strength, she pulled you into the shelter of her chest.

“Perdóname, cara mia, for I did not protect you with all my might. I failed you, and now I‘ll have to lose you to whom they call death.”

Despite her habitual speech that rang through your surroundings, you sensed a break in her tone, one that felt unfamiliar too, as Wednesday Addams never cries. “W-Wednesday…?”

With a trembling hand, you reached out once more for her hand, desperate for any connection in this moment of turmoil. As your fingers intertwined, you flinched at the unexpected warmth that greeted you, a stark contrast to the usual cold touch of your beloved's hands. Pulling your hand back, you mustered a gasp, realizing that your vision was now clouded by a crimson hue.

Through the haze, you finally gazed upon your girlfriend, searching for an explanation in her eyes. “W-Wednesday, you’re b-bleeding!”

It was then, you noticed Wednesday’s fallen figure. She too was slumped to the ground, her body twisted at an awkward angle. The room's dim light cast eerie shadows across her fragile form, adding an unsettling aura to the sight. Your heart skipped a beat as you reached to cup her cheek, a mix of concern and dread coursing through your veins.

Despite her failing systems, Wednesday managed to muster a faint smirk, her hands coated in blood finding their way back to yours. With a gentle touch, her thumb circled your hand. Even in the face of adversity, she remained steadfast, providing solace in her touch, despite the grim reality of her condition. “I’m so sorry, mi sol, but I am horrified to tell you that the both of us are knocking at the reaper's door.”

Summoning all her strength, she pulled you closer, her lips tenderly brushing against every edge of your face. The sweetness of her touch and the soothing scent of her presence enveloped you, momentarily calming the storm within your mind. With heartfelt reassurance, she consoled your fears, but the bitter irony of the situation overwhelmed you, causing a pathetic sob to escape your lips.

Fading fast, the two of you clung to each other desperately, as if refusing to allow even the tiniest sliver of space between your bodies. The thought of witnessing the look of defeat and anguish on her face was unbearable, as you dreaded the worst outcome.

Fear gripped your heart, the dread of being torn apart from the girl you cherished above all else. It felt as if the universe was cruelly signaling its intention, delivering a heart-wrenching message that threatened to separate you forever.

The thought shook your entire world.

A voice pulled you out of your distressed wake.

“Ma non temere, la mia rosa appassita; perché cercherò e distruggerò ogni fessura della Terra finché non ti troverò. Questo universo crudele non ha nulla a che vedere con il mio amore per te, questo è certo. La morte può attenderci, ma non mi separerà mai da te. Ti amo. Tu sei il mio tutto. Il mio sole. La mia luce. La mia rosa. Non abbiate paura.”

Albeit not understanding a thing she said, you let out a watery laugh, pulling yourself closer and nuzzling your head at the crook of her neck. “…I l-love you too, Wednesday.”

Time felt slower this way. You wondered, if this was not the end, would this have been your future? Would you have been here, in Wednesday’s arms under the circumstances? Is this how your mornings would start? She would cite a proclamation of her love, adorning the sweet, sweet smile you would mirror, and you would sigh in contentment at the start of your morning.

You let out a shaky breath, molding yourself closer to your Wednesday’s body. Your eyes began to flit to a close, and before you let sleep consume you, you reminded yourself to wish your girlfriend goodnight.

“…Wednesday… ‘m tired now. Gonna go sleep…”

You feel her chest shake. She lets out a sigh, “…I will see you soon, l'amore della mia vita.”

In the morning, you'd find the sight of a petite figure racing towards you. Whispers and cries of joy, calling your name, would escape from the most exquisite lips you've ever seen. As your eyes lock, a powerful gaze grounds you to the Earth, and delicate hands reach for yours, gently pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I found you.”

An underlying sense of familiarity greets you in a new life.

***

Dictionary: Unfortunately, I do not know any other language other than English, so I used Google Translate for these terms.

"Perdóname, cara mia" (Spanish) - "Forgive me, my love"

"Mi sol" (Spanish) - "My sun"

"Ma non temere, la mia rosa appassita; perché cercherò e distruggerò ogni fessura della Terra finché non ti troverò. Questo universo crudele non ha nulla a che vedere con il mio amore per te, questo è certo. La morte può attenderci, ma non mi separerà mai da te. Ti amo. Tu sei il mio tutto. Il mio sole. La mia luce. La mia rosa. Non abbiate paura." (Italian) - "But fear not, my withered rose; for I will seek and destroy every crevice of the Earth until I find you. This cruel universe has nothing to do with my love for you, that's for sure. Death may await us, but it will never separate me from you. I love you. You are my everything. My sun. My light. My rose. Don't be afraid."

"l'amore della mia vita." (Italian) - "Love of my life."

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday angst #wednesday imagine #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine

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eufezco · 1 year

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A TASTE OF YOU – Tyler Galpin x Vampire!reader

SUMMARY – You accidentally bite Tyler.

Wednesday ordered both of you to stay in your dorm until she and Enid were back, and you and Tyler were following her orders extremely well because none of you felt the need to be around anyone else or be in any other place when you were together.

The first time you met Tyler you would have sworn you had never seen anyone as beautiful as him. His caramel hair and his green eyes shone under the dim lights of the coffee shop where he worked, and when he saw you entering the shop along with Wednesday and Enid, with your red eyes shining so brightly and hypnotizing him, he would have sworn that you were an angel. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Tyler at first seemed like something you couldn't afford, you couldn't even be in the same room as him without all the muscles in your body tensing and that lump of fear of not being able to control yourself forming in your throat. Tyler smelled so good. You've never wanted anything more than a taste of Tyler. You wished you didn't think of him in that way, and you felt so bad at first for having those thoughts but it was your nature, you couldn't help it. His smell was so intense and strong to you that when he was around, you couldn't even perceive the smell of coffee nor the smell of the people in the cafeteria either, only his.

Then you started spending more time together and you got used to his intoxicating scent, to his long and tempting neck, to the thick veins running down his hands, and he got used to your cold skin every time he would put his on top of yours, to the way you liked your coffee, and to make sure that your favorite table was free every time you visited him, the farthest away from people and windows.

In an act of courage, you invited him to the dance. He looked amazing in his white suit and he couldn't stop complimenting you and how beautiful you looked in your white dress. His face was so close to yours while you danced that you could even feel your breaths mixing until the moment was ruined and you both ended up soaked in fake blood.

Enid and Wednesday kept their curious eyes on both of you all night, and you internally blamed both of them for being so gossipy about Tyler not kissing you that night, but you kept saying to them that everything was fine between you and him and that it wouldn't have happened anyways because you and he were just friends.

Now he was sitting on your bed, with his back against the wall and one of your scrapbooks on his legs, waiting for you to finish your essay while he checked all of your memories glued to a notebook. This moment brought so much peace to both of you and it made you feel good that you could be in the same room in silence and it didn't feel awkward at all, but you couldn't help but think about the way he was leaving his scent in your bedsheets. Not only there but all of your dorm smelled like him.

—And... I'm done —. You announced to him.

Tyler raised his eyes from your album to look at you while you closed your books and laptop. In fact, he had been looking at you for a really long time, but every time you turned around to see what he was doing or if he was bored, he acted as if he wasn't paying attention to you.

He watched you all the time, even when you thought he wasn't: the first time he saw you no one else seemed to exist in his eyes. He was looking at you through the store window in Jericho looking for the perfect dress with Enid. Then Wednesday appeared by his side all of sudden, and she almost gave him a heart attack. She told him how creepy he was being by stalking you and not going inside and talk you. He was looking at you dancing with your friends and having fun at the dance while he went to refill his cup, and he was looking at you at that time as well, focusing on your homework and biting your lower lip.

You sat in front of Tyler to see what part of your scrapbook he was looking at. —Oh that's when me and my family travelled to Transylvania.

Tyler kept turning the pages and listening closely to everything that you told him about your travels, your family, your friends. He also asked you a lot of question only so you could keep talking. Until he got to the page where you glued a sugar sachet from the Weathervane cafe and a piece of a napkin with the name of the cafe. You wrote the date and a "T" in the corner of the page. The letter was small, barely visible, but Tyler was quick to notice and couldn't help but smile while looking at the page.

—It is from the first day I went to Jericho —. You tried to explain. It was obvious that he noticed that that page was his.

Tyler nodded. The smirk remained on his lips as you tried to justify yourself. —That's all that happened that day?

—That's all I remember —. You teased him.

—Oh, that's all you remember? —Tyler asked, closing your scrapbook while subtly leaning towards you. You nodded, swallowing nervously for having him so close.

Your breaths mixed, just like the day of the dance, but this time Tyler was not going to back off. Duringt those seconds of silence Tyler's eyes took their time to stare at your lips, and then his eyes tried to meet yours but your eyes were focused on his lips. So pink and cute. Tyler's scent took over your entire body, and that was the hardest exercise of self-control you had ever had to make. Your gums hurt from holding your fangs, you were trying so hard to not let them out and ruin the moment.

He called your name. You hummed, letting him know that he got your attention. —Can I kiss you?

You nodded to his question, closing your eyes, and inhaling Tyler's scent. He licked his lips before he leaned towards you and connected his lips with yours. He did it carefuly. Tyler's lips were soft and warm, and they moved smoothly with yours. You let out a sigh against his lips, and what you tried to prevent, inevitably happened. Your fangs came out when you were sucking on his lower lip and your sharp teeth sunk into his skin. Immediately after, he hissed and broke the kiss, bringing his fingers to his lip, and discovering the blood coming out of them.

—Tyler, I'm so sorry —. You were beyond embarrassed. Not only did you hurt him but now the smell of his blood was making your irises turn into an intense red. Your eyes were locked on the blood running down his fingertips, and the beautiful red color of it, feeling your fangs grow bigger and your throat go dry. You looked away as soon as you realized how creepy that was probably being. —I'll go and get you some paper.

—No. It's– It's okay. Look, I'm fine. Nothing happened —. He quickly licked the blood off his lips, not giving it much importance so you wouldn't give it either and as if he had not realized the reaction that what just happened had had on you, he kissed you again.

Your eyes opened wide while Tyler kissed you. His mouth tasted like blood. But not any blood. His blood. And it was as sweet as you imagined it to be. The little wounds on his lower lip were still bleeding a little bit, the blood coming out of them going directly into your mouth and making you tense your back. Tyler thought that you were just nervous so he moved one of his hands to cup one of your cheeks in an attempt to reassure you. You shouldn't be enjoying this, but you would be lying if you said you had never imagined what this moment would feel like. The warmth of his touch made you come back to reality and realize that you weren't kissing him back. You closed your eyes and your hand went to the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

Your lips focused on his lower one which Tyler appeared to enjoy because of the way, he hummed in your mouth. Your hand was deep inside the curls at the back of his head, pulling him closer if possible, and both of his hands were on your cheeks.

—Ew —. Wednesday said. —I'd rather have needles under my fingernails for the rest of my painful existence than have to watch this again.

—Oh, come on... —Enid nudged Wednesday. —You guys are so cute!

By the time your friends interrupted you two, you made sure that no sign of blood was left on his lips or yours. Your two friends entered your shared dorm and approached you and Tyler to explain what they had found out. You got up from your bed and let them know that you needed to use the bathroom.

Even though your cheeks were cold, you had that human sensation of them burning after your kiss with Tyler. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed the bloodstain on your cheek. When Tyler cupped your cheeks, he still had blood on his fingers after wiping it from his lips and now it was all over your cheek. You knew it was bad, you knew that you shouldn't do it, but you couldn't waste such a delicacy. You licked the tip of your thumb and ran it over your cheek, collecting his blood and then you sucked on your finger.

You loved everything about Tyler.

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stories4thepack · 7 months

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Here but gone (part 2)

Wednesday Addams x demon!reader

Warnings: blood, descriptions of injuries, blood drinking, flash backs, Wednesday being a simp. (Anything else?)

The zitronos had taken effect. It had clawed its way into your mind and stolen all control you once had over your body. Wednesday searched your black eyes for anything, anything to show you were still there. That Y/n was still there.

The blood flowing from her abdomen drew you closer, your great, scarlet form within biting distance of her now. Your forked tongue flicking across your dagger sized tusks.

“No”

Wednesday muttered, using apart of her remaining energy to limply raise her arm. An attempt to protect herself. She hears the growl explode from your mouth, sees the way your talons crack into the stone as you rear back.

A flash of blue light sends you into the pillar behind you, your broken cry breaking past your spit dripping lips before you fall limp on the ground.

Wednesday stares in shock before turning to the light beside her. Goody places her hands over the knife tearing it from Wednesday’s body. The Raven hair is so tired, she can barley make out what the spirit is saying, barley see it vanish inside her wound. And suddenly she sits up, her wounds stitching themselves back together as if they have always been able to do so.

without a second thought, she dashes to your side. The pain having caused you to shift back into your human form. Your blood making a puddle around your weak body. She hates the way she falls to her knees beside you, snatching off the black jacket she wore and carefully wrapping you inside it, her body aching as you groaned in pain once more. She ignored the need to question the new feeling, every inch of her black soul focused on you.

she could see the deep wounds in your flesh, the rags that were your clothes doing little to hide them. She recognised the deep scratches of Laurel’s dagger and stared in near horror at the claw marks and chunks of missing flesh she could only assume had been self inflicted.

A tear nearly escaped onto her ghostly cheek

“Y/n,”

she muttered, shaking your body as gentle as she was able to, but at the cry that leaps from your throat, she snatches her hands away.

For the first time in her life, Wednesday didn’t know what to do.

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“You mentioned something about your kind healing with blood.”

Wednesday had mentioned as you sat in the black chair beside her typewriter. The clicking of its keys had stopped, but she did not look away from the words on the page. You looked away from your book, a slight smile on your lips as you responded.

“It does, but it’s also dangerous. “

Wednesday turns her head towards you, eyebrows raised to encourage you to continue

“My kind are rare Wednesday, a dozen left in this country at most. We cannot go about drinking from people. So, at the taste of blood, we could loose control, especially if we haven’t had it before. And, Well! If your injured, that hunger is— burning.”

Wednesday nods, turning back to her typewriter as if to continue. Yet, the irritating bugging to ask one further question got the better of her.

“Have you ever-“

“No”

There’s a silence, the goth lowers her hands from the typewriter, twisting her chair so it fully faced you. You placed your book carefully onto your lap, your face painted with curiosity and slight caution.

“Do you ever want to?”

You sigh, looking away from her, your eyes finding safety staring at Enid’s bright bed across the room. It takes you a moment but Wednesday waits. Listening to your gentle breaths before you turn back to her, eyes attempting to hide the demonic hunger Wednesday had learnt to notice.

“Nearly all the time.”

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You cry out as Wednesday applies pressure to you wound, attempting to stop the bleeding and yet, she watched your blood wash out from somewhere else on your body.

she felt useless, desperately trying to save you as you died anyway

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The night before Wednesday was expelled, you sat side by side in the outskirts of the woods. The night glowing high above. You had missed school, confined to your dorm room by both the blood moon and your own blood lust. You both sat in silence for a while, you watched the constellations while Wednesday took the time to quietly examine you from the corner of her eye. The moon light effectively hid the bags under your eyes and the tiredness in your gaze. But Wednesday knew it was there.

And she knew what was causing it…

“Y/n, you do need blood”

She suddenly declares, taken slightly aback as You laugh, throwing your hands carelessly into the air.

“And who is going to give me their blood. Unlike Vampires, I can’t drink from animals or blood bags! It makes me sick!”

“Then human blood?”

Wednesday asked, her voice carefully remaining monotone and yet her eyes staring fixedly at your face. You sigh,

“There’s still the problem of who.”

Wednesday doesn’t respond, but she turns to you, reaching to lift the sleeve of her jacket up, but your warm hands grasps hers, forcing her to stop. Usually she would of pulled away at the contact, but she doesn’t, curious at the way you command her not to, and yet your hungry eyes demanded satisfaction.

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“Y/n, stay with me.”

Wednesday almost begs as your eyes stare into hers. You give her a weak smile, but flinch and cry out as yet another shock of the zitronos hits you.

Wednesday cannot take it, until an idea flows into her mind. And she knows what she has to do.

“Y/n, I apologise.”

She mutters before hastily pulling up the black sleeve of her shirt, exposing her pale skin. She brings her wrist to your mouth, pressing hard against the fangs poking out of your mouth.

You can’t resist. And Wednesday knows it.

You bite down, too blinded by your own pain to fully comprehend what your doing. You drink, lapping at the blood flowing into your mouth. Groaning as your strength begins to return. You grasp her arm with your free hand, the other digging into her thigh. Wednesday is dazed, trapped in a of great pain, and yet, the willingness to let you continue is one out of pure enjoyment

The pain is nothing compare to the gentle feeling of her blood being sucked away. Your grip on her arm tightens, your eyes snapping open to reveal your blood red pupils. Filled with nothing but hunger and desperations.

you were loosing control.

Wednesday places her free arm behind your back, sitting you up to give you better access to her wrist. For some reason she trusted you, knew you would stop even if you seemingly couldn’t. She relished in the pain you were bringing her, she watched as her blood coated your lips how your scarlet eyes closed again as the zitronos was being rid from your body

“Y/n, that’s enough.”

The goth muttered as the corners of her vision darkened. But you didn’t.

“Y/n!”

She demanded. But you didn’t stop. Maybe Wednesday had been wrong to trust you, to give you her blood. Maybe she would become your prey, your first kill.

“Y/n!”

She forces out, before there’s a howl from outside.

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herlondonboy · 1 year

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Dear Reader

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x platonic!reader / Enid Sinclair x platonic!reader / Larissa Weems x platonic!reader / Eugene Otinger x platonic!reader

Summary: To whom it may concern, I’m sorry.

Warnings: suicide, suicide notes, grief, guilt, self hate, kinda graphic? sad, spelling mistakes. part 2 of 7:3 (read here), but can be read as a solo fic. (Tagging: @natashamaximoff69 @lxtins @hizzygizzy @justarandomweeblol @donnabenevientosbitch @capryuk @dksjskx @maryannecrimsworth @nitchxhdc @x666hours @allisonsblog

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“No!” Wednesday exclaimed as she ran up the hill at an unnatural speed.

She had gotten the vision too late. She saw whilst she was beekeeping with Eugene and Enid, you were supposed to be coming down, but they had gotten started because you were usually late. Enid had caught her when she suddenly collapsed and shook. She saw you emotionlessly tying a noose by your tree. Then you were placing four envelopes underneath a rock that read “E W E y/i”

“Wednesday?” Enid asked in concern when the shorter girl gasped awake.

“y/n.” Wednesday said softly before jumping up. She took off the beekeeping uniform and rushed out. “y/n’s in danger. Get Weems.” She called out behind her.

She watched from afar as you stood onto the stool and wrapped the rope around your neck. Wednesday called out for you, but she was too far away. Her legs ached as she tripped over her feet. She groaned and pushed herself back up. Enid and Eugene had just got to Larissa and she immediately shot up into action.

You strained to kick the stool away and Wednesday watched in horror as you struggled until there was no fight left in you.

It looked like you were sleeping, she hoped that you were sleeping, she hoped that you were sleeping.

Wednesday made it to the tree and, with shaky, sweaty, she untied the rope from the trunk. She let you down slowly and once you were lying on the ground, she rushed over to you. She took the rope from around your neck and placed your head onto her lap and checked your pulse. Her heart was beating so fast it hurt. You looked so peaceful.

She was alone like that, cradling your head in her lap for what felt like hours. Guilt ridden by your death. She should’ve been there for you. All three of them should’ve been there for you. Why didn’t you tell them that you were hurting? Why?

“Wednesday?” Weems asked, approaching slowly.

“I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop them. I’m- I’m sorry.” Weems kneeled next to Wednesday over your body. She sobbed for you, her child.

Enid, who was walking in front of Eugene saw the rope on the branch and the shake of the principal’s shoulders and stopped. She turned to Eugene with a fake smile. “Uh, I think that they have it sorted. y/n will be alright, I’m sure. Let’s go… keep the bees.” Enid said, spinning Eugene around and he smiled at her.

Some alone time with his crush would surely do him some good, right?

Dear Enid,

You were the first person that could ever tolerate me. You gave me the gift of friendship and because of you, I found another reason to live. I’m not saying that you’re not enough, or that you weren’t enough, because you are. I’m so incredibly sorry. I hope you don’t cry over me, I don’t deserve your tears. If you saw my body at the tree, I’m sorry. It was selfish of me to take my life in our spot, but it was the one place where I felt comfortable.

I could’ve taken pills, I could’ve drowned myself in a bathtub, I couldn’t cut myself and watched myself bleed, but I chose to ruin our spot. I’m sorry if you won’t ever come here again. I’m sorry I’m the reason you can’t sleep at night. I’m sorry that your worries meant nothing in the end.

My favourite thing about spending time with you was when you’d talk about that boy, Ajax. I loved hearing the things he did, waving or smiling at you. The date, how he stoned himself by accident. I’m sure Wednesday won’t mind if you started biting her ear off two times more than usual. Between you and me, I think she might have a little crush on you.

There were so many words I wanted to say to you, but I just couldn’t.It's so tough to talk when you desire to madder yourself. That's overhead and farther to everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically difficult to begin your mouth and make the words approach out. They don' t approach out composed and in conjunction with your brain the way ordinary individuals's words do; they approach out in chunks, as though from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they accumulate behind your lower lip. So you just stay quiet, you know?

My sincerest apologies,

y/n <3

P.S. you can have my rainbow sweater, I know how much you like it.

Dear Wednesday,

I assume that you had some psychic vision and saw me tying the noose and all and I apologise for that. Don’t beat yourself up for not getting to me in time, Wednesday.

We didn’t talk much, but I feel as though I know everything about you. I know how you would do anything to protect the people you love, like dropping piranhas into a swimming pool full of guys. I also now how you’d make Thing travel to my bedroom on a night to drop off riddle that always ended the same way. “You’d tell me if you weren’t okay, right?” I should’ve told you. Maybe if I did you would’ve stopped me and talked me out of it. I apologise for lying to you, day in and day out. I just didn’t want you or anyone else to worry. I don’t want you to you blame yourself if you didn’t get to me in time, wat ily this is in no way your fault.

I’d say don’t cry, but knowing you, you won’t, anyway. :,).

I don’t really know what else to say to you other than, thank you for being you. Thank you for being a friend. Gracias por enseñarme a amar.

Kindest regards,

Your y/n

Dear Eugene,

Hi, buddy! I’m sorry that I’m missing your birthday this year, that’s very insensitive of me. I told you that we would go to Jericho for the whole day and miss all of our lessons doing just nothing. I’m sure Enid and Wednesday wouldn’t mind doing that with you if you asked.

You were like my brother, in fact, no. You were my brother. Your opinion means the most for me. I know you’ll cry, but I will always be with you. And between you and me, I think Enid has a little crush on you too, you know? I’m telling you, Eugene, make a move.

And, hey! A little joke for you: did you hear about that old Italian chef?

Lots of love,

y/n <3

P.S. He pasta-way! Too soon?

Dear Larissa Weems,

Last night I sat in your office and watch and you work. You looked so peaceful when I didn’t speak. I’m sorry if I bother you. Thank you for taking me in and giving me a home and family even when I felt as though I didn’t deserve it. It’s proving that I don’t though, isn’t it. You were an amazing mother, I’m sorry that I couldn’t be an amazing child.

I loved how on Saturdays we’d drive down to the Weathervane and you’d listen to me being me for hours alone. I’m sorry that I kept on hurting you, I never meant to. I know apologies won’t take back my actions and somehow I’ve said more in these notes than I have since that night.

Tonight the thoughts were about how to end things, with a heavy emphasis on the how. The process of suicide isn't exactly easy. It takes preparation, scheduling, and a certain level-headedness to kill yourself. A person has to be ready for it. They have to make the necessary plans, take the necessary steps. And, most importantly, he has to not only feel like dying, but also like killing. And the two feelings couldn't be more different.

I love you times more than all the stars in the world combined,

Your dearest, y/n.

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do i wanna know? — tyler galpin

part 1 part 2

pairing: tyler galpin x reader x xavier thorpe

summary: after tyler defended you in front of your ex-boyfriend, you helped him get rid of the anger, that was still running through his veins, in your special ways.

warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni!), briefly violence (towards another character), car sex, angry sex, unprotected sex, quickie, switch!tyler galpin, switch!reader.

the sheriff kicked all three of you, —you, tyler and xavier—, out of the cafe to scold you. you were somewhere behind it, xavier sitting down on the couch, holding his head back to try to stop the bleeding, while you were sitting with your arms crossed over your chest, somewhere on the left side, away from him, but close to tyler.

"i can't believe you, tyler! you've stooped so low as to pick a fight with someone over a girl!" said his father, clearly very disappointed that all the customers had to witness such a thing. he didn't know how he was going to get back inside and meet the people there.

tyler rolled his eyes, while xavier had a satisfied grin on his face, pleased that even the sheriff was against his own son. "he humiliated her in front of everyone!" tyler continued to be on your side, losing his temper as he straightened his back against the wall he was leaning to, with his arms crossed over his chest.

despite everything, the fact that the galpin boy didn't back down even when he was scolded by his father and continued to be on your side, to take your defense made you feel an emptiness in your stomach. no one had done this before, not even xavier.

it was nice to have someone willing to fight for you.

xavier let a weak laugh roll across his lips and in a split second, tyler rushed to appear in front of him, grabbing him by the collar and slamming his head back so hard he slammed into the hard wall of the cafe, causing you to take a step back and look in shock, hand to your mouth.

"do you want me to help you get your blood flowing even harder and you don't know how to ask me?" he said to xavier, his jaw clenched.

his words made you feel more attracted to him.

but it didn't last long because the sheriff stepped in, pulling tyler, by the shirt, away from xavier, "that's enough!" he yelled and pushed his son behind him so as not to have access to the nevermore student in front of him, who was still holding his nose and was whimpering weakly.

"go home! and take y/n with you," the sheriff added, running his hand over his chin in frustration. "i'll stay here, trying to convince thorpe not to sue the hell out of you for all of this."

"i don't think so," muttered xavier, continuing to add fuel to the fire.

if the sheriff wasn't there, xavier would've been six feet under just because of the look tyler gave him at that moment.

he turned his back and he motioned for you to disappear as he yelled at his son, "what the hell are you waiting for, son?"

forced by the situation, tyler tore his apron off him and threw it on the floor, barely accepting that he needs to move. but he did. with you very close behind him.

but he didn't say a word, nor did he wait for you, until you two reached his car, which was parked also behind the cafe.

he got in first, slammed the door behind him and when he heard that you got in the passenger seat and also closed the door he took off, barely giving you any time to put on your seat belt.

"what's wrong with you, tyler?" you yelled at him as he continued to press the accelerator. "you act like it's all my fault!" you added, seeing that he was ignoring you, and you couldn't deny that even though it scared you to see how fast he was driving, it also turned you on to see how his fingertips clenched around the steering wheel.

upon hearing your last words, he exhaled the air he was holding in his lungs and took his foot off the accelerator, letting the car return to a normal speed, while his breathing was calming down in a slow rhythm.

“no way it's your fault,” he whispered, not looking at you, and you might not have heard him if you weren't already paying attention to him.

"so what's all this about?" you asked him, feeling yourself starting to get sensitive, gesturing between the two of you.

he ran his tongue over his lower lip, eyes still fixed on the road. "i don't know what you mean," he answered briefly and to the point, even if he was lying.

"you do know!" you said, and took off your belt, so you could turn to him. and when he felt your hand touching over his thigh, his whole body stiffened. "you didn't say a word to me in this whole situation and even though you say it's not my fault, you seem angry with me too." you added and continued to move your hand up and down, to get his attention, as you kept glaring at him. with pleading eyes.

no matter how hard he tried to stay rational, to ignore your touches and the gaze, that he could've feel even though he wasn't even looking in your direction, it seemed like his intimate part was making decisions at that moment, at the expense of his brain.

his jeans were getting tight and his thinking was clouded as his breathing was getting heavier.

“stop it,” he said, trying to take your hand off him, but you resisted, resting your hand over the top of his jeans, trying to take them off slowly.

taking advantage of the fact that he had stopped at a traffic light, being a red light, you turned his head with your free hand towards you and being so close to his lips, and with your hand unzipping his jeans, you said, "let me help you."

"no," he said softly, trying to lie to himself that he didn't want this, but making a faint sound as your hand finally unzipped him.

you moved closer to his ear, and moving your palm over the bulge in his boxers, you said, "i know you want this."

remembering that last time he was way too lost under your touch and not only wanting to get even, but also because he was driven by the anger he had because of your ex, he pushed you off of him, he pulled his pants back up on his hips and zipped them back up, then he started the car when the light turned green. and although his gesture should've hurt you, you clenched over nothing at his action and you pressed your lips together to prevent any sound from coming out as you pretended to look out the window.

after a few minutes, finding a place where he knew no one would pass by, he suddenly stopped the car and at the same time the air stopped in your throat.

"what's going on?” you asked tyler, looking up at him uncertainly and ignoring the uneasiness that had settled inside of you.

"get in the back," was all he said, looking in the rearview mirror.

"what—"

"y/n," he said your name in a tone that made you let him have full control of you, "i said 'get in the back'."

you gulped, the uneasiness leaving your body and giving space to impatience to install. and, biting your bottom lip in anticipation, you made room between the seats to slip into the backseat. you could already feel some moisture making its appearance between your legs.

letting you to wait, tyler exited though the driver's door and waited a few minutes with his hand on the back door opener. moments when you looked at him through the car window with the same pleading eyes from earlier, having the same effect on his jeans.

when he opened the door, you cautiously stepped back, leaning back with your head against the glass of the door opposite him, looking at him as if you were a deer caught by the hunter. you didn't even realize when your dominant part was over and his was just beginning.

he quickly closed the door, and then, with slow movements, he made room for himself by climbing over your body, with his lips close to yours. using the same teasing that you used on him. not just once, but twice.

you wanted so badly to kiss him, to taste his lips again, but when you tried to connect your lips with his, it took all the resistance in him to place a finger over your lips and to stop you, while leaning on you with his other hand, that he rested on your hip.

"please...", you said, although you didn't know what you were begging him to do.

a not-so-subtle smirk appeared on his lips, "what are you asking me to do, exactly?", using the same words against you that you had used when the roles were reversed.

and yet, what he wouldn't have expected was when you ran your tongue over his finger, sucking it. at that moment his dominance was slipping and he barely managed to be able to keep it on, as he withdrew his finger placing his hand over your neck instead, squeezing lightly. what he didn't know was that you were into it, but he found out quickly, when a squeal of pleasure left your lips.

to silence you, he kissed you, quickly, forcefully, as if he longed to do it again for a long time. and the hand on your hip made its way, between you two, under the dress that you wore, quickly finding its place over the material of your panties.

he felt the effect he had on you from the first contact with the material and he hurried to get it off of you, at the same time pulling down his pants and boxers in one movement. and yet, all this time your lips had not parted. besides, each of you were breathing harder, also existing a few moans here and there, from the both of you.

he hurried to line himself up at your entrance, suddenly pushing himself in and swallowing the moan you let out over his lips.

all the anger he felt towards xavier thorpe, your ex boyfriend, —and the fact that xavier had you before him and still he had the nerve to call you names, even though you were no longer his and you could do it with whoever you wanted—, was felt when in the first phase he withdrew a little and in continuation re-entering you as suddenly as the first time, with more force that time.

he continued to hit the place where you needed him the most, while the hand around your neck tightened his fingers around it from time to time, and the other hand made circles over your sensitive spot.

"i'm close—", you said between moans, but he was quick to come back hungrily on your lips, increasing the speed with which his hand moved.

continuing to move his hips into you with the same intensity, feeling you tighten around him, he pulled away from the kiss only to speak, with his forehead against yours, "i know, love, you can let go."

hearing his words, you allowed yourself to forget about everything and feel how you came down from the high place where he had brought you within a few minutes, while you let out unholy sounds, which also sent him, right after you, over the edge.

he got out of you, but he didn't rush to get off of you, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck and inhaling your perfume as you felt yourself full of him.

“i'm starting to think this is becoming some kind of a habit for us,” you said with a weak giggle that made him shiver. "i don't dislike it," then you quickly added to not give him the wrong idea.

he lifted his head to look at you.

"me neither," he said, rushing to kiss you again.

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A thing of beauty I know, Chapter 4: I'm your demon never leaving,

Warnings: Emotionally confused Wednesday? Saw it in Celine's old posts. Stole the "All the ways, lead to you." from her Blade of Miquella.

Previous chapter- 👈

The girl found in the jungle, mutilated and lifeless, had been one of the suspects she herself had placed on her investigation board: Darcy Emerson. Ironic how whoever she suspects being the monster, often is the victim. Now, all she can do is await further evidence. Weems offered assurance that the police would keep her informed of any developments and that they knew Wednesday's skills in these types of situations. But still, Wednesday does not trust them, She always plans to be one step ahead.

"Wednesday, Principal Weems is calling for you. She's asked to see you in her office. It's definitely about Darcy, there are cops there too", Enid informed as she entered their shared room, "And why aren't you picking up my calls?" Wednesday didn't answer, she just got up and left.

And now Wednesday walked through the hall to Weems's office, finally some evidence to develop her investigation. She took out her phone as she might need to take any pictures of the evidence but struggled to open the camera as she wasn't used to this advanced technology, her Polaroid camera had stopped working. Principal Weems looked up as Wednesday entered, Wednesday noticed the new Sheriff there with another cop.

"Miss Addams, please have a seat," Principal Weems gestured to a chair opposite her desk, Wednesday obliged.

"Wednesday is highly skilled at remembering small details about anyone, I am pretty sure she would recognize what you found Sherrif.

"We've found some minor evidence at the scene," the sheriff spoke up "Including this locket. Darcy's roommate has confirmed it didn't belong to her."

Wednesday watched as the officer placed the evidence bag containing the locket on the table before her. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the familiar shape. She felt her blood run cold. How... it's in her wardrobe where her important belongings are, the guitar-pick-shaped locket you gave her, even if she broke up with you she kept it close. Sometimes holding it whenever she missed you. How did it get there?

Wednesday couldn't dwell on her thoughts fast as she had to come up with something because obviously, she couldn't tell them it was hers, she already had a "piranha" case from her last school, and the sheriff would doubt her.

"Miss Addams?" the sheriff's voice cut through her reverie, jolting her back to the present. "Do you recognize this locket?"

"I'm afraid I don't recognize it, " Wednesday replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil roiling within her.

Principal Weems regarded her with a curious tilt of her head, "That's rather peculiar, considering your reputation for meticulous observation," she remarked, her tone tinged with skepticism. "Nonetheless, we've reached out to the resident guitarist who might be able to shed some light on the matter. She should be joining us shortly."

Resident guitarist...

"You called me, Miss Weems?" Your voice, tinged with confusion, sent a jolt of shivers through her spine.

As you entered the room, Wednesday felt a surge of panic grips her chest. The last she felt panic like this was when she found out Tyler was the Hyde. But that meant he was the murderer, this time the fingers would be pointed towards her. Her mind raced with apprehension, fearing that you might inadvertently reveal the truth about the locket. She had just lied to the authorities, denying any knowledge of the locket's origin,

As the conversation between you and the sheriff unfolded, Wednesday struggled to focus. She had always been the investigator, the accuser but now, she found herself on the precipice of becoming the main suspect. It was a role she never imagined she would play.

She watched your eyes closely, searching for any sign of recognition or understanding. There was a flicker of something in your gaze perhaps recognition, or maybe just confusion. It was hard to tell amidst the chaos of emotions swirling within her.

"That is a very beautiful locket," you remarked, your voice cutting through the tension in the room. "Unfortunately, they are sold quite often in our concerts. It could be owned by anyone."

Wednesday couldn't help but feel a pang of confusion at your words. Why were you helping her? You knew the truth that the locket belonged to her yet you chose to protect her. It was a gesture of trust that she couldn't quite comprehend.

"Okay, sorry for keeping you both here. You can go now," the Sheriff said, dismissing them.

Without so much as a glance in Wednesday's direction, you turned and made your way out of the room. Wednesday hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with questions and doubts. Did you suspect her? Did you believe she was somehow involved in Darcy's murder?

Wednesday hurried to catch up with you, her heart pounding with anticipation. As she reached your side, she hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice cautious yet tinged with urgency.

"Y/n," she began, her tone betraying the turmoil swirling within her. "I... I need to ask you something."

You turned to face her, your expression unreadable. "What is it, Wednesday?" you asked, your voice gentle and yet it sounded so guarded, making Wednesday more nervous about what your answer might be. She took a deep breath.

"You knew that was my locket, you gave it to me. So why didn't you tell them the truth? Do you... do you think I had anything to do with what happened to Darcy?" Wednesday blurted out, her words tumbling out in a rush. She couldn't bear the thought of you doubting her, of seeing suspicion cloud your gaze.

"You regarded her for a moment, your eyes searching hers as if trying to decipher the truth hidden within.

"I don't know what to think, Wednesday," you admitted, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"You can check my mind, read my memories if you don't believe me." Wednesday offered.

"I don't have to Wednesday, We've been together enough for me to know this isn't you, I trust you."

Wednesday felt a mixture of relief and gratitude. Despite the doubts that lingered in the back of her mind, knowing that you believed in her was enough to quell the rising tide of fear within her.

"Thank you," Wednesday murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I appreciate that."

You offered her a reassuring smile and started humming as you walked towards your room. Wednesday stopped in her tracks, her heart fluttering at the familiar sound. It had been so long since she heard you humming like that. Wednesday starts to think, did she really make the choice? Was there any chance she could've changed herself for you? With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly tore herself away and trudged back to her dorm, Enid waiting for her. Her concerned voice broke through her reverie as she entered the room, pulling her back to the present. "Wednesday, are you alright?"

"Go to sleep Enid." Wednesday just took her shoes off and went to bed, Maybe she was just tired, her mind weary from the constant tug-of-war between what she wanted and what she believed she deserved. Or maybe, it was only there, in the realm of slumber, that she could find solace in the imagined embrace of your arms

"Wednesday... stop.. please.." you managed to croak out as Wednesday's hand closed around your throat, lifting your entire body effortlessly. With each passing moment, her grip tightened, squeezing the life from your lungs. Your eyes pleaded for mercy, but they met only the darkness in Wednesday's gaze.

Wednesday's eyes snapped open, and her breath caught in her throat. She found herself in a cold sweat, the echo of your desperate plea ringing in her ears. Gasping for air, she struggled to shake off the terror that clung to her like a suffocating fog. Her room lay silent around her as Enid slept soundly on her side.

She looked at her hands. She could still feel the weight of your body in her hand, the sound of your voice choked with desperation. But why? Why would she ever harm you? She loves...

She sighed, it had to be a nightmare, but why did it feel like one of her visions? She struggled to make sense of this. This must be a nightmare, she would never hurt you, it has to be her own emotions going against her.

Wednesday pushed herself out of bed, her mind already racing with possibilities. She needed answers, and she needed them now.

But how can she get anything now? the crime scene must've been cleared by the police and she now has to find a way to get to the morgue.

"I don't just use my telepathy to chat with people, Wednesday, I can control them, I can drive people to madness, unearth their deepest regrets, their deepest fears. I could destroy them if I wanted to."

No matter how much she tries to get away from you, to keep you out, she always ends up back in the same place: with you. All the ways, lead to you. Next Chapter

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 3 months

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First of all I love your writing it makes my day every time secondly I've never requested something before so can I request a fluffy Morticia x parent reader were r just had an argument with her ex-partner and Morticia finds her crying in the halls of Nevermore

A Shoulder to Cry On ~Soft!Morticia Addams xFem Parent!Reader

Summary— Morticia finds Reader alone and sobbing in the halls of Nevermore. The raven haired woman comforts and talks to Reader. Request Response— Hey @missdowling !! Thank you for the request! I really do appreciate them, they make my day. I would love to write this for you. Hope you Enjoy ♥️

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Warnings: Anxiety attacks, anxiety, mentions of panic attacks, panic, implied abusive relationships, fluff, some angst, comforting, physical comforting, pet names, open marriages, mentioned heartbreak, etc.

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You escaped from all the chaos and pain into an abandoned Nevermore corridor. Your body felt like it was burning on both ends, like you were running dry. Your eyes were frantic, along with your gasping breath. You couldn’t think, your anxiety and panic was spiking.

It was just all too much.

You had come to Parents Weekend at Nevermore to support your daughter. But your ex had surprised you and shown up. She had raised hell, made your daughter feel torn and guilty, and just flipped everything upside down.

So now you were in a school hallway, falling with your back against the wall, sobbing on the floor. Your hands covered your face and you desperately tried to cover up your cries.

Morticia was taking a walk around Nevermore, relieving her school years, when she heard sobbing.

Curious and concerned, the raven heard woman rounded the corner and found you, on the floor and sobbing.

She recognized you from the quad. A woman had been yelling at and berating you earlier, before you had practically run away in tears. She had wondered where you’d gone…

“Love…? Are you alright…?” Morticia softly asked, coming up to you and placing a hand on your shoulder.

You jolted up at the contact. You relaxed a bit when you saw it was Morticia, and not someone like your ex. You didn’t know her, but for some reason you felt safe with the woman. You sniffled and tears began to fall from your eyes again.

“I… no…” you whispered, looking back at the floor ashamed.

Morticia looked at your with concern, then she cupped your chin and brought it up to her gaze.

“Hey Darling, it’s okay. My name is Morticia. Take some deep breaths for me, alright…?” She cooed softly.

You snifled again and nodded, starting to take slow, deep breaths.

“I-I’m Y/N…” you said in a broken and shaky voice.

“Good girl…” she hummed, “Why don’t we get some fresh air…? And then you can talk to me, hmmm?”

Morticia gave you her hand as an assist to stand. And you nodded once more, taking her hand grateful as you stood. You were a little wobbly, but Morticia was quick to take you under her wing and guide you towards outside the school.

You could barely feel your feet as you walked alongside Morticia. Your breathing was short and worked up from all your crying.

Once you got outside, the crisp air immediately brought life back into your body. Morticia caringly rubbed your back with her hand. You leaned into the woman’s touch.

“I’m here if you want to talk about it, my Love, alright…?” Morticia gently spoke.

Another tear slipped from your eye as you thought about it. You nodded.

“Thanks” you croaked, your vice hoarse.

“Of course…” Morticia whispered, “Come now, let’s sit in the grass, hmmm…?”

The woman guided you to sit down and feel the ground. You took another deep breath, the touch of Morticia and the ground starting to ground you.

“You have a kid here…?” You chocked out, trying to make conversation.

“Mhmmm, yes I do, Wednesday is my little killer…” Morticia hummed, “And you? I believe I saw you with your daughter in the quad…?”

You nodded, and your lips began to tremble again.

“Yep. Maisey…” you said with a broken voice.

“Hey… it’s okay…” Morticia comforted you, seeing you starting to get upset again, “That’s a beautiful name.”

You blushed lightly, her sincere compliment making you start to feel better.

“Thanks” you whispered, swiftly wiping the incoming tears from your face.

“Mhmmm, anytime, love…” Morticia cooed gently, “Take another deep breath for me?” She reminded you caringly.

You nodded and took another couple deep breaths.

“Good girl…” the raven haired parent praised you.

Silence took over for a bit. You felt the grass with your fingers… you leaned into the woman’s touch on your back and shoulders. You kept up the deep breathing until your lungs could be filled back at full capacity.

“You married…?” You asked the woman, finally breaking the silence.

Morticia pursed her lips and nodded.

“I am” She breathed out, “sort of…”

Shame… But made sense, anyone would be lucky as hell to catch her.

“I am in a sort of open marriage with a man I met in my school girl years…” Morticia explained.

You nodded. Your eyes widened a little.

“What does that mean exactly…? An open marriage…?” You whispered.

“Well for my husband and I, it means that he chooses to be solely loyal and in a relationship with me… while I go out and have other open relationships. But at the end of the day, I come home to my husband.” She breathed out an explanation.

You hummed in response, nodding slowly in understanding.

“What about you…?” Morticia really gently asked, truly trying to get you to open up about your feelings from today.

You gulped, the knot in your throat coming back.

“I… no, I’m alone…” you whispered, looking anywhere but towards Morticia.

“What about that woman in the quad…? She introduced herself to me as Maisey’s mom…” Morticia said in a low and soft tone.

“She’s not… I’m Maisey’s mom.” You growled with bite underneath your tone.

She stroked your back a little more, as she listened and nodded along. You took another deep breath, rechecking your little angry outburst.

“I… sorry. It’s just…” you sighed, “She’s my ex-partner… and it… it didn’t end well” you stammered slowly.

You wanted to start crying again. You began chocking on your breath once more. Morticia looked at you with care and concern, and love.

She squeezed your shoulder lightly in reassurance, then guiding you to lay in her lap. You happily snuggled into the woman’s frame. More of her touch immediately began to calm you once more.

“Thank you for sharing, love. I understand… I had a particularly nasty breakup in my school girl years…” she cooed.

“Oh…?” You chocked out.

“Mhmmm yes… In fact, that very girl is my daughter’s principal…” Morticia confessed.

You sat up in the woman’s lap with your might agape.

“The girl you were with was Larissa Weems??” You said with shock lacing your tone.

Morticia chuckled lightly and nodded.

“Yes, that she was…” she sighed, “It’s unfortunate how it turned out… but in the end, I realized that it was for the best. I’m sure you not being with your ex-partner anymore is also for the best…” she comforted you.

You shrugged and looked away again.

“I hope so…” you whispered.

“Give it time, love. All wounds heal with time…” Morticia hummed.

With that, you fell back into the woman’s lap, spending the afternoon resting in the grass with Morticia.

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