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unforgettwble-sumii · 1 year

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SOFT SPOT

[Wednesday Addams x Fem!reader oneshot]

> characters are already in a established relationship, Wednesday lowkey having a soft spot for the reader <33 and ofcourse, characters are aged up.

> Wednesday has been known for showing sadistic tendencies and a dark personality. However, to you she shows another side that other people didn't even know she had.

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"Wednesdayyyyyyyyy, c'mon plsssss" you whined, tugging on her black and white knitted sweater.

"For the last time mi amor, I am not gonna cuddle with you, let alone let you sleep on me." She said as she typed on her typewriter. Mentally rolling her eyes.

You're lucky she loves you, otherwise she would've chopped your fingers off the moment you started tugging on her sweater.

"why notttttt? Don't you love me anymoreeee?" You dramatically asked as you wiped your fake tears away.

"You know that I spend at least an hour devoting to my novel." Wednesday said, eyes still glued on the typewriter infront of her.

She typed quietly and the clicking noise that the typewriter made was calming.

She looked so pretty when she was focused. Ofcourse she looked pretty all the time, but there's something much more when she's focused. She looked really attractive.

"And I didn't say that I don't love you anymore, Cariño." She added. Her cheeks were (very) lightly coated with blush as she said that.

"Then plsssss cuddle with meeeee, I'm really sleepy :(" you said. Your lips forming a little pout.

Wednesday glanced at you, 'Adorable. so adorable that it's actually pathetic.' she thought, still having a deadpanned expression.

"I'm almost done. Just wait a little longer, querida." She said looking at you. Eyes scanning over your face, watching your expression falter.

"but- but- wednesdayyyyy you said that 30 minutes agoooo?!!!" You whined once more as your mouth formed an even bigger pout.

"You didn't have a problem with waiting awhile ago, why throw a fit now?" Wednesday said, shooting you a glare.

"becauseeeee, I didn't feel tired thennn" you said grabbing on to the side of the chair that she was sitting on.

Yes, you were acting a little much like a toddler but at this point you were getting frustrated. All you wanted was to cuddle, was that too much to ask?

"You're capable of sleeping on your own. You don't need to have me beside you to sleep." she said, Her eyes boring holes into your soul.

"If you're really that tired you're welcome to sleep on my bed. But it won't be comfortable though. So don't blame me if you wake up with a stiff neck." She turned to her typewriter to continue her unfinished novel.

You sighed. "welp, it was worth a shot...." You said. Your shoulders dropped a little.

You stood up, head still facing the ground. Your eyes unexpectedly started to form tears. Real tears.

You went ahead and wiped some of your tears as you tried to stifle yourself from crying. 'why am I even crying? I'm acting like such a big baby.' you thought, eyes proceeding to create more tears.

Wednesday turned around to see what you were doing since you had stopped whining and begging.

Wednesday's eyes widened a little. She didn't expect you to cry.

'shit.' She thought. She didn't mean to make you cry. She thought of a way to try and make you stop crying.

"Fine." she said.

"huh?" You said glancing her way. Hurriedly wiping wiping your tears away (or at least trying to) "Wednesday what do you mean?"

"I'll cuddle with you. I'll even let you sleep on me." She said as she sighed. Her cheeks were coated with blush, but unlike last time, the blush was actually a little more visible.

"Really?!!!?" You excitedly exclaimed.

"Yes. Now, stop crying before I change my mind." she visibly rolled her eyes.

Wednesday borrowed some of Enid's pillows. 'She won't mind.' she thought, before putting them on her own bed.

5 minutes later and you're already soundly asleep in the arms of your one and only love, Wednesday Addams.

Wednesday glanced at you, making sure that you were actually asleep. '.... You're lucky that I have a soft spot for you.' she thought, lips curling up a little to form a small smile.

She gently kissed the top of your head and hugged you closer. "Sleep well, mi amor." She whispered before she herself slowly dozed off to sleep.

a/n:

I deeply apologize if there are any spelling mistakes. I know I haven't posted for literally a long time, I am really sorry.

Oh, and I'm sorry if the oneshot doesn't make sense ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

I'll try even harder to post even more oneshots/imagines. :')

That's all, Thankyou <33

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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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wol-fica · 10 months

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-ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟: ℙ𝕣𝕖-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤-

pairings - wednesdayaddams x elemental!reader

summary - in which reader has a crush on a certain goth…

warnings - angst, pining, rude Xavier (sorry), happy ending

an - i miss writing for Nessy, so i think this would be a good addition to my bliss series; this is before they got together :) shit writing btw

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Shit.

That is the word you would use to describe yourself right now.

Mornings have never been your thing, you hated getting out of your warm bed just to immediately go and sit in a boring class for a ninety minutes learning about the anatomy of a mythical horse or whatever the lesson plan was. School was an agitator for you, but you still valued your education so waking up on time was a need-to-do.

Usually though, you at least get yourself ready and look decent enough for the day, but this morning was different. See, yesterday during lunch in the quad, you were writing the final draft of your confession letter to a certain raven haired goth. Your crush had been festering for a few months now, and you had decided to write a little something for her to let her know how you feel.

Everything was going perfect, you were just about done with the letter and was going to slip it under her dorm after folding it up, but a gust of wind ruined your whole plan. The letter flew across the quad and into the hands of Xavier Thorpe, who happened to despise you.

He read the whole thing in one go, snorted at it and stared at you with a little condescending smirk before walking it straight over to his friend group. Everyone, including Enid Sinclair, Yoko Tanaka, Eugene Ottinger, Ajax Petropolus, the twins Kent and Divina, and Wednesday Addams herself all read it collectively.

Xavier was laughing his head off while they did, and Kent joined in once he finished. Ajax chuckled while Enid giggled with a little blush of her face, Eugene looked confused to who wrote it, Yoko and Divina smirked and shared a look before squinting at you, and Wednesday just looked blank.

You watched in pure horror, your body shrinking into your seat while the whole thing unfolded. You felt sick to your stomach, and to top the whole thing off, Wednesday took the letter and crumpled it into a little ball, tossing it into the trashcan next to her.

Your heart shattered, mouth dropped open in shock. Xavier turned to look back at you, pointing and leaning on his knees while laughing at your expression. Tears formed into your eyes, and with one last look at the girl you so badly liked, you snatched up your things and ran.

Fast forward to now, where you just looked dead. Your hair was disheveled, there were dark bags under your eyes, and you barely made any effort to make your uniform look fit and well kept. Your tie was loose, your jacket was unbuttoned, and your shirt was wrinkled and dusted at the collar. You had no socks on, and you didn’t even bother to put a belt on your pants.

People stared in class, whispering amongst themselves while pointing at you. At one point, you thought you saw Enid shoot you a look of pity, but you shrugged it off to being your sleep-deprived brain playing tricks on you.

You looked depressed, because you were, and it did not help when you crossed Xavier in the hallway and he said loudly to Kent, “Looks like a dirtbag!”

You sighed, glancing up at the darkening sky before hurrying to get to the quad for dinner. You planned on eating, and getting back to your dorm as soon as you could so no one would have to endure looking at you any longer.

After standing in line and grabbing your tray, you trudged to an empty table and sat down, slumping in your seat. You were exhausted from lack of sleep and crying all night, and it wasn’t a surprise to you when you leaned your forehead against the table and tears started to form again. Your tray of food was left untouched while you cried to yourself, and the stare from a certain goth went unnoticed by you.

Wednesday was watching you, her black eyes burrowing into the side of your head while your body shook slightly with each painful sob you produced. She felt a weird feeling in her stomach, one of pity and remorse she didn’t understand. Her heart was telling her to go to you, to pull you into her arms and hold you close while she comforted you, but her stubbornness refused the idea.

“Wednesday.”

She turned her head away from you, choosing ti look at Enid now, “What.”

Enid sighed, glancing at you before looking back at her roommate, “You should talk to her.”

Wednesday furrowed her brow, “There is no reason for me to.”

“Yes there is.” Enid replied, bringing her fork to her mouth and chewing on a piece of steak.

“Just because she sent me a confession letter, doesn’t make me obligated to take care of her.”

“Wednesday c’mon!” Enid said, giving her friend a look, “You read that letter, she really likes you!”

Wednesday glared back, “And? I still see no reason for me to go talk to her.”

Enid sighed, glancing around before leaning in to whisper lowly, “What Xavier did was unacceptable and rude, you should at least make sure she is okay.”

Wednesday turned to look at you for a moment, the pang of guilt returning when she saw you had lifted your head. Your face was stained with tears, eyes heavy and tired from crying. You meekly picked at your food, not even bringing the utensil up to take a bite.

“I suppose I could check in to see how she is.” Wednesday murmured, her heart beating slightly faster at the thought of talking to you.

“You should.” Enid said, turning back to her steak, “It’s the right thing to-.”

“But her sadness is not my problem.” Wednesday finished, sparing you one last glance before picking up her book and continuing to read.

“Wednesday!” Enid exclaimed, “Really? You won’t even ask her how she is feeling?”

“She’s clearly sad Enid, I don’t need to ask to see that.”

“Wednesday.” Enid growled, gaining her roommate’s attention, “Go talk to her, now.”

“You cannot make me-.”

“I see how you look at her.”

Wednesday’s mouth snapped shut, her eyes locking with Enids.

“I see how you stare in class,” Enid said, “I notice how you have her schedule in your desk, and how you blush when she walks by.”

Wednesday opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“You like her, it’s clear as day. But you can’t break her heart just because you don’t want to accept your feelings for her.”

Wednesday glared at Enid, practically foaming at the mouth in anger. She wanted to respond, a little clap back about how she barely even knows you, but nothing came forward.

“Go to her, before it’s too late.” Enid finished, nodding her head at your retreading figure as you left the quad.

Wednesday huffed, giving her roommate one last silent threat before slamming her book shut, stuffing it in her bag, and quickly following after you. Her steps were quick and quiet, not wanting you to spin around and see her before she could get to you.

She eventually followed you to your dorm, coming up the stairs right as you shut the door. Her breathing was strained, and her face was slightly flushed with color from moving so fast. She slowly approached your door, apprehensive and suddenly nervous for the first time in her life.

What should she say to you? How should she speak? Should she be defensive? Or should she just confess her own feelings and see how you react? The consequences of all the outcomes were dreadful in her mind, but she had no other option than talking to you.

So she did what she does best, lost all expression from her face, sucked in a deep, and knocked on your door. She waited an antagonizingly long moment before stepping backwards when the lock clicked.

The door swung open, revealing you in black sweatpants, a white tank top, and still looking as depressed as you were during dinner. You froze when your eyes locked with Wednesday, your lips parting and eyes widening when you realized who was in front of you.

You both stood there for a moment, the world seeming to stop while you stared at each other. Wednesday was waiting for you to move or speak, while you were thinking the same.

“Can-.” Wednesday swallowed, clearing her throat, “Can I come in?”

You closed your mouth, eyeing around behind her, and nodded. She walked past you, turning when you closed the door and locked it. Her eyes scanned all over your walls, taking in the movie posters and tapestries that you had taped up. She awkwardly placed her bag at the foot of your bed, choosing to sit on the end of it while watching you move around and clean.

“Y/N.” Wednesday said, slightly irritated with how you were trying to ignore her with doing a spontaneous house-keeping.

“Yeah?” You replied timidly, still sweeping over by your closet.

“Come here.” She requested softly, patting the spot next to her.

You gulped, your shoulders tensing before you dropped the broom and sulked over to her. You plopped down next to her, leaning back until you laid flat on the mattress while she sat next to you.

“I read your letter.” Wednesday said after a moment of silence, “It was…passionate.”

“Oh my god just say you felt uncomfortable.” You groaned, putting your hands on your face.

Wednesday paused, letting you ramble and complain about the incidents from yesterday’s lunch fiasco. She listened until she had enough, slamming her hand onto your thigh to silence you.

“I actually found your confession to be quite exceptionally written for someone like you.” She murmured, her thumb absentmindedly stroking your skin, “You should consider a writing class.”

You eyed her warily, skeptical of her words. Slowly, you sat up, trying your best to not cause her to move her hand, “You really think so?”

“Yes, and I also have some of my own things to confess…” The ravenette said, tearing her eyes away from yours to look at the floor.

You placed your hand on top of hers, a silent encouragement to speak her mind.

“I have realized that I myself have my own feelings I need to share.” Wednesday started, her hand twitching under yours, “It has come to my attention that I have gained something called a “crush” on you-.”

Her sentence was interrupted with lips crashing into her own, salty but soft and welcoming with warmth. She instantly reciprocated, her hands sliding around you neck while yours grabbed at her waist.

Her lips were plump and tasty to you, flavored like black cherries and stale burgundy lipstick from this morning. You pulled at her, guiding her into your lap so you could kiss her more properly. Her tongue slid against yours, a small whimper passing through your mouth and into hers from her hand scratching at your neck.

You soon parted for air, giggling when she chased you. She huffed, but sighed in satisfaction when you tucked your face into her neck, pressing a few kisses there that made her stomach all fluttery.

“Your heart is beating super fast.” You noted, hugging her closer when her fingers wound into your hair, “Do I make you that flustered-?”

“Be quiet.” She whispered, smirking when she heard you purring from her fingers scratching your scalp.

You complied, leaning back with her in your arms when she pushed you slightly. She murmured soft praises to you, guiding you into a deep sleep that you so desperately needed.

“Sleep Y/N.” She cooed in your ear, humming when your eyes fluttered shut, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You felt your brain drift off into slumber, a smile etched on your face while you held the girl of your dreams.

What wonderful bliss…

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ornii · 4 months

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Short: Touch and Starvation

Wednesday Has a Question only you can answer.

Hopefully people still enjoy Bitterly Beautiful as much as I do, I have a lot of ideas (not many people ask for it, but still.) that I want to share and just mind dump, and this is my favorite idea; The Greatest Wednesday Fluff.

It was winter, the cold at set it at Nevermore and it made taking care of the crows a bit harder than expected. (Y/n) placed the feed into their bowl and allowed the animals to carouse in and feed. He took a step back and admired his hands work. (Y/n) wore his Nevermore Uniform bit with a black heavy breasted jacket Issued by the School. Sensing the footsteps approaching he calmly closed the cage and turned around, titling his head slightly in the direction of the footsteps. He could tell they were light footed, heavy boots though, definitely Wednesday.

“Wednesday, I don’t see you outside in the winter much. Enjoying the snow?” He walks over to his girlfriend, gently taking her hands in his, Wednesday was never one for fun or any sense of enjoyment besides her own company. “You could say that, but I came to speak with you on an important matter.” She said. This was concerning, “important matters.” For Wednesday usually were to discuss the investigation or tell (Y/n) something he really didn’t want to hear.

“O-okay?” He said, raising an eyebrow to her request, the two spoke in a more private setting, his Bedroom, sitting next to her, the Boy tilts his head into her direction.

“Alright, so, what’s up?” He asks, and Wednesday grips the bed slightly, building the courage to speak.

“I want to know, how do you see?” She asks, he smugly folds his arms.

“Magic, obviously.” He said, she frowns at him.

“No, no jokes, no half answers, I want the truth (Y/n). Stop using jokes as a mask for it.” She said with the upmost respect that she had for him, (Y/n)’s smug grin quickly faded and he lets out a sigh, he fiddles with his hands for a moment before speaking.

It’s like a, a sonar. Sounds bounce around and I make some things out, detail? That’s not possible, can’t read, write, see color.. it’s, hard.” He explains, Wednesdays brow furrows. “All the times you called me beautiful, were those lies?” She asks, there was a hint of pain in her voice, (Y/n) abruptly turned his head towards her.

“Absolutely not!” He said, “You Are Beautiful..”

“How do you know? I know beauty isn’t just looks, it’s Posture, attitude, grace, things I obviously lack.” Wednesday admits.

“Well you aren’t wrong about that.” He said, she eyes him and he could sense the intensity. He averts his face.

“Look, I love you for you, beauty or not…” he explains, “But… there is one way for me to see you.” He said, she considers her response, Wednesday tilts her head oh so slightly. “How?” She asks, he turns and shows his hand.

“Wednesday… can I… can I touch your face?” He said, Wednesday just stared at him, not knowing how to respond. (Y/n) awkwardly puts his hand down.

“Sorry that was weird huh? I didn’t mean to, it’s just the best way, seeing with my hands and all..” he drones on, Before Wednesday blurts it out.

“Only for a few minutes.” She admits, he turns back, “Only for a few minutes, and if you tell anyone I let you touch my face I will pour melting wax into your ears.” She said, (Y/n) nodded.

“Of course.” He replies, Wednesday takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, “begin.” She says, (Y/n) slowly rose his hands up and calmly cups her cheeks, the bristle of skin contact felt so, sudden. His brain could finally scan her soft skin, the gentle brush of her pigtails nearing the tips of his fingers made his skin jump for a moment.

“Such refined cheekbones you have.” He said jokingly, Wednesday wasn’t in the best mood, severely underestimating how uncomfortable this would be, his finger gently and lovingly caressed her cheekbones and his thumb softly brushed against her lower lips. “Your lips, soft.. well I already knew that~” he said with a flirty. His finger tips turn slowly went along her ears to brush up against them, tiny but also supple and soft like most of her. (Y/n)’s thumb gently moved closer to the center of her face as he cutely boops her nose. Wednesday took a shaky breath and she felt his hands move away. Wednesday opens her eyes to him, looking sad.

“Why did you stop?” She said, (Y/n) frowned

“You’re uncomfortable…”

“I’m not—“ she begins but (Y/n) cuts her off, “Wednesday if there’s anything I do know well it’s body language. You’re tensing up, your breathing is erratic.. I don’t want to keep going if it makes you uncomfortable, it’s okay.” He puts his hand on hers, trying to reassure his girlfriend. Wednesday was at a loss for words. He gives her a sad smile, but still one of deep love and compassion.

“I don’t give a damn about how you look, I could care less, but now I can put a face to the woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with”. He gives her a reassuring kiss on her cheek.

“I don’t need to see, I just need to know.. and I know that you love me..” (Y/n) said with confidence, a confidence Wednesday couldn’t hide her smile to.

“You really are a blind fool… well, I suppose I am as well, because I love you too.”

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 months

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Number 34 marilyn x larissa x reader. Reader is a student (of age and only if you're comfortable with it) who keeps getting distracted in Marilyn's lessons and anytime they are brought into larissa's office

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Summary— Reader is an of age student who can’t seem to focus in Marilyn’s botany classes. Reader also happens to be a beta and in heat. Larissa and Marilyn suggest an alternative to help. Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for the request! I love this idea. The Reader is assumed to be 18 or older. And I added an a/b/o AU for some extra fun Ehehe. Enjoy! ♥️♥️

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#34. “Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, mainly fluff, implied smut, talk of smut, talk of sexual desires, age gaps (all legal), a/b/o Au/omegaverse Au, Dom/sub implied relationships, implied breeding kink, implied begging kink, implied domination, implied future smut, etc.

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It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat.

For a couple days of the month, the days in which you were ovulating, you were highly sensitive in all manners of the word. You hadn’t slept well. You couldn’t eat much. All you could hold in your stomache was water. You dealt with mood swings and tidal wave cravings. You had cramps and heat flashes. Intense cravings and desires overwhelmed your system at all times. Wants to curl up and nest through it all. Needs that you didn’t dare utter aloud causing you to drown in your own desperation.

It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat. But it’s not like you could spend a whole week of each month in your dorm suffering. So you did your best to ignore your time of the month.

“Miss L/N, for the last time, are you with us…??” Ms. Thornhill seethed, frustrated at how you apparently couldn’t keep any interest or attention in her class all week.

Your eyes shot up, wide, and toward the botanist. You gulped and went red.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured, looking away in embarrassment.

Marilyn looked you up and down and sensed that something was off. It seemed to have been off all week… She decided to go with her gut.

“Miss L/N, please see me and Principal Weems after your classes today.” Ms. Thornhill instructed you with a blank face and tone.

You gulped and nodded, letting out a whimper of a yes ma’am… You probably would have spent the rest of you day anxiously spiraling about the foreboding meeting with Thornhill and Weems, but today, you were in too deep with other matters to even think about it at surface level.

You knew that as the days progressed, your symptoms would only get worse. The second to last day of your heat would be the most intense, the last day would be filled with depression and distraught, ie your body realizing that it hadn’t gotten what it wanted.

Today you guessed was most likely your second to last day, as you’d been in heat for almost a week and the symptoms had peaked today of all days. Physically, you were constantly wet, shaking at all times, trembling as you walked and sat, wobbling with weak legs, breathing shallow and faltering, overheating at all hours of the day, stumbling with imbalance, and stuttering every other word that came out.

But the physical aspects didn’t compare to the mental. Mentally, you were in full heat mode…

Dominated… you needed her to push you and order you around… be rough but soft at the same time. You needed to kneel and look up to your alpha, powerless to her, surrendering all control…

Begging… You needed her dirty words whispered into your ear, as you whimpered and begged for it… you needed to let out all the dirty thoughts in your head, begging your alpha to make it come true… you needed her to get off at how pathetic and desperate you sounded…

Breeding… you needed her seed, her cum deep inside you… needed her to fuck until your stomache was swelling with her offspring… needed it, needed it, needed it…

As you knocked and entered Principal Weems’ office door, you tried to pull yourself back to reality from your deep, carnal desires. You closed the door behind you with a shuttering breath, as the two women swiveled their heads towards you. Larissa was sitting behind her desk, Marilyn on the left guest seat.

“Miss L/N, thank you for joining us. Please have a seat, Darling.” Ms. Weems spoke.

The petname put you on edge, enough where if you could just hump that arm chair…—

You shook your head and sat down as instructed. Marilyn’s quizzical gaze was on you, along with Larissa’s confident one. They both observed you for a moment, before Ms. Weems began,

“Ms. Thornhill tells me that you have been having trouble focusing in class…” the blonde spoke.

You went red and looked in your lap as your fingers fidgeted with one another.

“Mhmm ‘m sorry Principal Weemss…” you whispered, squirming in your chair.

“Larissa is fine in here, Darling.”

Larissa raise her brow at you, when you winced while you nodded. Her instincts told you something was off… You looked uncomfortable, in pain.

“Miss L/N, are you feeling alright…?” Ms. Weems asked.

Marilyn looked from Larissa to you, then leaning forward and placing a hand on your leg. You gasped and met Marilyn’s sympathetic gaze with wide eyes.

“You can talk to us, Y/N…” Marilyn gently said.

Suddenly, your suffering was stifled, things started to make sense again. You could think clearly. Her touch was your cure. But it wasn’t the entire cure… the pang of desire in you was still aflame.

“I… I’m… in heat…” you stammered in a whisper.

Marilyn’s eyes widened, her hand pulling back from your leg. You whimpered at the loss of touch, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the pathetic sound came out. Your face was reddened in embarrassment as both women watched you carefully, processing the meaning of your words. Suddenly, Larissa let out a brief, dry laugh, then standing up, rounding her desk, and sitting on the edge of her desk in between you and Marilyn.

“Is that what’s been bothering you…?” Larissa softly cooed, leaning forward towards you.

You bit your lip, looking down to the floor, and nodding with a beet red face.

“Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.” The blonde hummed.

Your head shot up at Larissa’s words.

“Fix?” You promptly asked.

Your gaze met Larissa’s, but her eyes were different, darker and glimmering with a certain shine. You looked over to Marilyn, who seemed to be on the same page as Larissa. The redhead leaned forward in her chair, her hand now coming up to your thigh. You shivered and nearly moaned at the touch.

“Let us help you, sweetheart… We understand.” Marilyn cooed.

“Help me…? You understand?” You stammered.

“Yes Darling. Hear us out and then you can decide, does that sound alright?” The blonde comforted you.

You nodded slowly, entranced by the way Marilyn’s hand slowly drew circles on your outer thigh. Larissa smiled at your response, then standing up and offering you her hand. You took it and your body exploded at the skin to skin contact. The blonde principal guided you to the long, lavish couch by the fire, placing you in the middle. Your mind was even more dizzy and you could barely comprehend what was happening anymore.

When Larissa let go of your hand, part of reality came crashing into you, along with waves of sadness and distraught. But those feelings were soon semi-sated as Larissa sat on your right, and Marilyn on your left, closest to the fire. Marilyns hand found its home back on your thigh and you let out a sigh of relief. Larissa’s hand cupped your chin and swiveled your face and gaze to her.

“You understand what is happening to you, don’t you?” Larissa asked, while drinking in your form.

You shrugged your shoulders and let out a shaky breath.

“Kind of…” you stammered.

“Why don’t you tell me what you know, and I will fill in the gaps for you, Darling…” the blonde cooed.

You gulped and your breath hitched as you felt Marilyn’s fingers dance around the top of your thigh.

“I know that I go through ‘heat’… it’s biology, that I can’t help it. I get all messed up and I can’t function… its hopeless, so I just bear with it and it’s goes away after a couple days usually…” you rambled.

“Good girl.” Larissa hummed, “Yes, you are mostly correct. Your heats are biological, and you go through them in cycles. If you don’t address them, they will only get worse. I assume this is why you’ve been suffering these past few days… You’ve had built up heats, unaddressed?”

You broke your locked gaze from the tall blonde, nodding slowly.

“But it’s not hopeless, sweetheart. There are ways to treat and manage the heats.” Marilyn reassured you, squeezing your thigh lightly.

You let out a shaky sigh at Marilyn’s physical comforting, thanking whatever higher power that it didn’t come out as a moan. You looked towards the redhead and nodded. Larissa sighed towards Marilyn.

“Marilyn, that is enough. She hasn’t decided hers and your overabundance of teasing is not helpful…” Larissa sternly told the redhead.

Marilyn’s eyes widened and she quickly retracted her hand from your thigh. You felt your core start screaming again, for more. More touch. More anything. But Larissa’s words intrigued you enough to pull your focus to the tall blonde.

“Decide what…?”

Larissa sighed and Marilyn took a deep breath. The tall principals gaze met yours lovingly.

“If you want us to help you…” she purred.

Your cheeks went ablaze at her words.

“I… w-what…?” You stammered, your throat going dry.

“Marilyn and I, we understand your situation more than others… Correct me if I’m wrong, but you are a beta, aren’t you?” Larissa explained slowly.

You gulped and nodded, meeting the woman’s gaze submissively.

“Mmmmm that is what we thought. Well Marilyn is an omega, and I am an alpha. We are both also in our heats…”

Your heart nearly jumped up and out of your throat as the blonde woman’s statement, and your eyes went wide. Were you hearing this correctly…?

“And… Marilyn and I, if you are amenable, would like to offer our aid—” Larissa explained gently.

“Yes.” You immediately choked out.

The tall woman’s gaze widened and brightened at your interrupted response. She then smirked and turned her attention to Marilyn who gave a her a nod.

“Alright, then how about we start with you telling us what you want, Darling…?” Larissa purred.

“How can we help you, sweetheart…?” Marilyn asked as well, as Larissa placed her hand on your back reassuringly.

You looked from the redhead’s gaze then to the blonde’s.

“I… ummmmm…” You stammered,

“That’s alright, take a deep breath for us…” Larissa cooed.

You nodded towards the woman and did as she said.

“Good girl. Now use your words, sweet girl…” the blonde praised.

“I w-want… to be… dominated” you stammered, your words turning into embarrassed whispers.

Marilyn’s hand then reached out to grasp yours and squeeze it reassuringly.

“It’s all good, sweetheart. You got this.” The redhead comforted you.

You met her loving gaze and nodded with a gulp.

“W-want you to take control… of all of it of me. Want to be used but also taken care of… want to not have to think, to not have my head ringing in m-my ears…” you confessed, while Larissa and Marilyn listened intently as you continued,

“Want to be sated mmmd satiated… whatever just want to feel full… so full…” you whimpered, starting to rock back and forth as your words were starting to make you spiral,

“Need it… need it, need to be bred… God I need to be full…” you whimpered loudly, but you were interrupted by Larissa’s hand squeezing your shoulder lightly and bringing you back to her and the other woman.

“That’s good, Darling. Very good girl.” Larissa purred, “Do you trust us…?”

You smiled lightly and nodded.

“Yes…” you lightly said.

Larissa smiled lightly, before standing up and offering her hand to you, Marilyn following.

“Then why don’t we go to a proper bedroom, hmmm Darling…?” The blonde husked.

You eagerly took Larissa’s hand as she guided you to her private bedroom attached to her office, the redhead following behind you.

~~~

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Clumsy Defender

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader, Brief Fem!Reader x Friend!Enid

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of fighting

Fluff / Very Mild, Short-lived Angst

Word Count: 1.6k

Request: Wednesday x reckless reader fluff pls? Maybe the reader is always getting into fights and Wednesday always finds the reader with a broken arm or bloody nose?? - @cheesecaketwilight

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this departed from your request in terms of the Reader being a frequent fighter. Otherwise, I hope you like it! And side note, maybe Wednesday will be out of character to some, but I stand by the idea she would be a total softy for her girlfriend, at least in private. :)

You could feel numerous sets of eyes on you as you rushed through the quad, trying your best to conceal your bloodied, already swelling hand.

Normally, your fellow Nevermore students spared no more than a glance at your injured self because you were known for always stumbling down — occasionally, up — stairs, falling off of railings, tripping over nothing more than air, and so on.

But, since these injuries followed the sounds of yelling, shoving, and swings of fists being thrown, everyone’s attention was either on you or the infamously arrogant guy laying upon the ground, now several yards behind you.

You weren’t running because you were afraid of getting in trouble with Principal Weems. You were running because you had to get yourself cleaned up and bandaged as quickly as possible because there were barely a couple minutes left of your girlfriend’s class.

You couldn’t let her see you like this, at least not while in such horrific state. Despite loving nearly all things gore, whenever your accident-prone self got so much as a paper cut, she would panic, even though the panicking was not obvious to anyone but you.

“Enid!” You called at before the door to could entirely open.

The colorful blonde shot up immediately from her desk, knocking over a bottle of brightly colored nail polish. “What’s up, (Y/N)?” Enid asked excitedly, obviously not caring about the mess you had just caused. You knew if your girlfriend was there, she would have said something along the lines of her half of the room already looking as though a rainbow had thrown up all over it, so she probably won’t even notice.

“I need your help! Quickly!” You held up your dominate hand, letting her see the fresh blood stream down your wrist, over many already dried trails.

Enid’s eyes were the size of saucers, as she attempted to stutter out, “Wh- what did- How did you-“

“Please, Enid!” You had no choice but to interrupt her. Since you weren’t in the typical spot where you would meet your girlfriend everyday after her class at this time, you knew she would be on her way to look for you here.

“Okay! Okay! It’s all going to be fine!” She tried to assure you. She clasped her hands together, telling you she wasn’t done. “But first, you need to take a deep, soothing breath, (Y/N). Breath in…breath out…breath-“

The glare on your face was one you were certain, in the back of your mind, was one you would have to apologize for later. You especially knew you were going to have to, when you yelled, “Damn it, Enid! Actually help me with this!”

She complied with your rudely voiced order and raced into the bathroom. As you listened to her rummage for whatever supplies she could find, you placed yourself on your girlfriend’s bed. Her black comforter wouldn’t show any blood stains, and even if it did, you knew she wouldn’t mind…as long as she could convince herself it wasn’t your blood.

The overly kind girl sprinted to you and began to help you clean the two deep lacerations that extended from the back of your hand to the begin of your forearm.

“I’m sorry I snapped,” you said to her. “I just want to get this taken care of before…”

Your apology came to a halt at the sound of a heavy, platform boot stepping onto the old wooden floor.

Those dark eyes you found the brightest warmth in instantly gaped to your hand, before shooting up to bore directly into yours.

“What. Happened. Now.” Wednesday said. Her words were a question; they were a demand.

Enid had gone as still as a statue. You were sure she wasn’t even breathing.

And she literally sighed in relief, when Wednesday told her, “I shall handle this myself.”

Enid offered you a genuine smile, telling you she accepted your apology. “I hope you feel better soon, (Y/N)! I’ll see you both later!” She, then, skipped passed your girlfriend, who hadn’t moved an inch or even blinked, and exited the dorm.

You broke the silence with a beg of, “Please don’t be mad.”

If you looked as pathetic as you sounded, it was no shock — to you, at least — that Wednesday’s ridged shoulders slouched, even if was by barely an inch.

“I am not mad you, (Y/N),” she replied, making her way across the room to place herself closely beside you.

She went to work cleaning your hand and wrist. Her cold, skillful hands somehow managed to keep the pain of it at a level barely above an occasional sting.

“But you always seem like it whenever this happens,” you said to her.

“Because it happens constantly, (Y/N). If it isn’t a concussion, it’s a sprained ankle. If it isn’t a gash, it’s a bruise. And now, there’s this. You have successfully taken your talent to wound yourself to astounding new heights.”

“But this time, I was-“

“I do not care what you were doing,” Wednesday interjected, her gaze as hard as stone. “Whatever it was, you were unbelievably reckless for putting yourself in a situation that has left you with such severe injuries.” With the pain of her words, you couldn’t bear another moment of looking her in the eye, despite it being your only hope of figuring out what she was genuinely feeling behind her mask.

For the remaining duration of her bandaging you up better than any doctor could, you stared at your lap.

The taut silence was nearly deafening and only ended when Wednesday announced she was finished with a clipped, “There.”

“I’m sorry,” you practically whispered. “I get it. I know how frequently I injury myself must be annoying, but-“

You felt a hand ever so gently grasp your chin, making you look at her. Those eyes met yours again, telling you everything her monotone voice didn’t, as she assured, “It is not annoying. You are not annoying. That is not the issue.”

“Then why do you always get so frustrated?”

From the prolonged pause, you knew she was debating her next sentence. “You know the answer.”

“I don’t think I do.”

You waited patiently as you watched her perfectly chiseled jaw flex repeatedly from the numerous times she clenched and unclenched it, as though she was trying to force the words out of her throat. “Because I care about you, (Y/N),” Wednesday confessed. She finally released your chin just to place her hand against your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into the touch, while she continued, “So much, I believed it to be sickeningly obvious to everyone at this school.”

The beating of your heart accelerated, and your stomach filled up with butterflies — feelings only she could provoke inside of you. “And I care about you…which is why I couldn’t let that asshole get away with what he was saying.”

Her head titled, and her brows lowered. “What?”

“Edgar — the vampire, who thinks he’s all that because of his stupid first name. He was making comments about you, calling you a freak, and such. And, well…I got fed up with it, to say the least, and telling him off wasn’t enough.”

“So, this is from a fight?”

“I now know to not aim for the mouth when you’re fighting a vampire and they’re in the process of yelling,” you laughed.

The corners of Wednesday’s mouth perked up, before they dropped to ask, “Why would you fight over something so ridiculous? You know I could not care less what people think of me, let alone someone as pathetic as Edgar.”

“I know you don’t, but you’re my girlfriend and, as I said, I care about you. Don’t act like you wouldn’t retaliate if you overheard people talking badly about me.”

“I would end them,” she said in such a deadpan way, it made you chuckle.

“So, see? Even if you’re the better defender, it doesn’t mean I’m not one as well. I’m just a clumsy defender, I guess.”

Wednesday sighed, glancing down at your bandages. “Yes, you are,” she agreed, while placing her other hand on the opposite side of your face. Her thumbs gently caressed your skin, before she added, “But, you are my clumsy defender, even if the consistent concern about your well-being is going to lead to me an early grave.”

You absolutely beamed, just as you did each and every time your girlfriend announced her claim of you. Only could your grin be shoved away by Wednesday leaning in to close the remaining few inches between you.

The second your lips met hers, you melted against her. Feeling her unnaturally stiff body relax as well only made you want her closer.

Abruptly, you pulled away, causing disappointment to flash across Wednesday’s face. It gave you hope that your request would not be rejected. “Will you cud- lay with me?”

She only stared at you for the longest time, making you smile yet again because you knew she was, at minimum, considering it. “Fine, since you corrected yourself in time to use the least repulsive way to ask.”

How quickly she would always move to lay down was proof enough she did not hate cuddling as much as she implied. How her arms seemed to instinctively wrap around you the moment your head laid on her chest made you believe that maybe, she didn’t hate it all.

Following the gentlest of kisses to you head, Wednesday insisted, “Additionally, I also must hear every last detail of you giving that imbecile precisely what he deserves. Other than for my own enjoyment, I must ensure I handle him a different, unexpected way.”

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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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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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unforgettwble-sumii · 1 year

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BLACK DAHLIA'S ️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

(Wednesday x Fem!reader oneshot)

> "Look! I made these for you, I hope you like them!" | Yoko teasing the fuck out of Wednesday by calling you lovey dovey names | A bit of jealous Wednesday.

🌒 You and Wednesday have been dating for a month, she knows everything about you. At least that's what she thinks. There's one thing about you that even Wednesday doesn't know.

🌒 she goes and looks for you in your dorm, only to be greeted by one of your best friend that she considers as an enemy.

"Y/N?" Wednesday called out, entering your dorm room after knocking. She looked over to your bed and saw that you weren't there, but took the time to admire your side of the dorm.

You had a bunch of plants decorated around the room, on walls, the ceiling and even on your desk and nightstand. You absolutely loved collecting them, however she never knew where you got most of them.

"Hey, Wednesday" Yoko replied. She was sitting on her bed, phone in hand, probably on a call with Divina.

Wednesday glanced to where the vampire was, nodded in acknowledgement and then spoke.

"Do you know where Y/N is, Yoko?" She asked, her brows furrowed a little, showing that she was concerned to where her dear 'friend' was.

"Ohohohooo" Yoko chuckled fixing her posture and position so she was sitting closer to the foot of her bed and had one leg over the other.

She had this weird shit eating grin on her face, Wednesday hated it. "Hold on Divina, I'm having a convo with Wednesday. I'll tell you the details later." she says ending the call and turning off her phone.

"Concerned for sweet Y/N? Looks like Wednesday Addams is capable of falling inlove after all." She says with a playful smirk. Wednesday shot her a glare, she had to hold herself together in order not to lunge at the Vampire.

Since Yoko happened to be a close friend of yours, Wednesday didn't wanna see the horror on your face once you see the vampire dead of garlic poisoning.

However, Yoko had no idea that you two, Wednesday and you, were dating since you and Wednesday kept your relationship lowkey.

"First of all, no. You will not tell Divina about our conversation. Second, I just wanted to know where Y/N was because I needed to investigate with her in the forest. Stop trying to make up pathetic lies." She spatted out, Venom lacing in her voice.

"heh, chill out goth girl. Oh and the cutie pie's in the forest" Yoko said, relaxing into her bed knowing that Wednesday was trying to hold her shit together.

Cutie pie? Oh no no no no. She did not just call you that. If it weren't for Wednesday being aware that you and Yoko were close friends, she wouldn't have a problem decapitating the vampire.

Wednesday realized that if she kept talking to Yoko the more that she would tease the crap out of her and the more she would have a hard time controlling her anger.

"Don't ever call her that again. I'll be going now. Don't forget to sleep with one eye open." She says with the usual deadpanned expression.

Wednesday then exited the dorm, on her way to look for you. Not forgetting to slam the door shut, startling the vampire quite a bit, but not loud enough for the vampires shit eating grin to fade.

It was a pathetically great day outside, as how Wednesday would describe it, the sun was shining and it had no signs of it raining

You were in the forest growing different classes and types of flowers, a little hobby of yours. Lucky for you, your ability happened to correlate to your hobby.

"hmmm...what should I make next?" You were sitting with your legs crossed on the grass, thinking of which flower to grow next.

A sudden idea appeared on your head. You started to grow the chosen flower, you hummed a little lullaby as it was growing.

You were too distracted by the flowers forming that you didn't realize that Wednesday called your name.

"...Y/N..?" Wednesday called out. She saw you sitting on the grass but she couldn't see what you were doing since your back was facing her.

She heard you hum the lullaby, she recognized it. It was the lullaby you would hum at the most random times, so she really didn't think much of it, other than you must really like the song.

As Wednesday walked closer, you unexpectedly turned around, causing Wednesday to get startled quite a bit. "Hi Wen!" You say standing up, hiding the flowers behind your back.

"I have been looking everywhere for you. What are you doing here?" Wednesday asked with a hint of concern. "Oh I was just growing these. Look! I made these for you, I hope you like them!" You excitedly said, showing her the black dahlias that you had grown yourself.

Wednesday stayed quiet for a moment, then gently took the flowers from your hand. "You grew these? I have to admit, that's quite... impressive." She said looking back at you.

"Well, lucky for me I didn't have to wait that long in order for it to grow" you say with a cheeky smile. Wednesdays lips curled up a little but her expression quickly returned to the usual deadpanned look.

"I used my abilities to grow these, actually." You say scratching the back of your neck. Wednesdays eyebrows furrowed, showing that she was confused.

"Abilities? You didn't tell me you had abilities?" She replied. "Oh, really? I thought you knew about them" you said with a surprised look.

"Well, to be honest, not a lot of people here know about my abilities. Only a few of the students, like Yoko and Enid, And most of the teachers know." You replied, feeling sorry for not telling your girlfriend sooner.

Wednesday honestly didn't know how to react. She felt quite defeated at the fact that Yoko knew about your ability before she could find out about it. Though, she knows that it's understandable since you and Yoko have been friends for years.

"Thank you." Wednesday replied, Your gaze softened and your lips curled up into a sweet smile, causing Wednesday to feel butterflies- no, spiders in her stomach.

Wednesday leaned closer to you. She then mumbled something while you were looking into her eyes lovingly.

"..I love you, my sweet little dahlia."

a/n:

Hello my dolls, I deeply apologize for the absence. School has been hectic and I almost forgot about the oneshots I wanted to make. ✿

I believe an anon requested something like this, however their request was quite different from this oneshot. Believe it or not, I only noticed that they requested it while I was in the middle of writing this oneshot.

I figured that since I was almost done with writing this, I was just going to post this then, make their request, instead of deleting this. ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶🎀꒱ა

I am actually planning to write their request, so please stay tuned if you wanna read it („• ֊ •„)

I also had no idea what I was doing while writing this, so please forgive me if nothing makes sense.

That's all, thankyou sm for reading. I luv u all!!! xoxo ♡ - unforgettwble-sumii

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breaddwoo · 1 year

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you don't have to do this at all

but how about a wednesday x vamp!reader part 3 where the enid catches the r drinking from Wednesday and thinks she's hurting her so she basically tackles the reader away and tries to fight her until Wednesday stops her and what not

-Vanilla (pt 3) -

pairing: wednesday x vamp! reader

word count: 2.66k

warnings: making out, blood

desc: the finale, wednesday asks you out formally after getting detention. enid crashes the party too :)

a/n: i hope this is close enough to what you wanted! all the other requests were for part 3, so I'm just gonna answer this one since it gave the chapter a direction :)

requests are open 🦭🦭

well, shit.

blinding lights abruptly woke you. it felt like you were looking straight into high beams.

you slightly open one eye to see what was going on. wednesday was still asleep on your arm. usually, you'd take this moment to admire her sleeping form; this time, however, an angry monster stood before you with a glaring flashlight.

it was principal weems.

> > >

you were caught in the middle of a stare down between the principal and wednesday. weems' eye began to twitch in sheer rage as wednesday continued to glare without a single blink.

"u-uhm," you tried, "i'm very sorry, principal weems. it won't happen again."

her gaze did not leave wednesday as she said, "i know this is all wednesday's doing. whenever someone breaks the rules, it always leads back to wednesday."

"then it shouldn't be a problem to let her go," wednesday uttered through clenched teeth.

a delirious smile made its way to weem's painted lips, "i'll have to thank bianca later for her help. if she hadn't tipped me off that there were lights still on in the greenhouse, i never would've caught you."

this made your stomach drop. you were terrified. how would you see wednesday again if you were expelled?

"you're not gonna expel us, are you?" you gulped.

weems laughed, "no, of course not. if i could, i would, but unfortunately all i can do is give the both of you detention for the next week."

the impossible happened. with these words, a wide eyed smile curled it's way to wednesday's lips. seeing this was actually pretty horrifying.

you knew something was going on in wednesday's head, but you tried to diffuse the situation before principal weems noticed wednesday's serial killer smile.

"aw, damn, that sucks. well, guess we better head back to our dorms so we can prepare ourselves for that awful detention tomorrow," the words sounded awkward along with a strained chuckle afterwards.

you tugged at the edge of wednesday's blazer, trying to nudge her towards the door. she understood the hint, continuing to glower at the bleached blonde women behind the haughty desk. she finally turned, heading in your direction.

once the large doors to weem's office clicked soundly shut, you let out a huge sigh of relief. you took a second to relax. then, you slowly turned your head to wednesday.

"what was that- that smile for?" you asked with an odd expression.

she tilted her head down as she stared up at you, her pupils half covered by her eyelids.

"i believe alone time in a room meant for child punishment will prove to be very educational."

you wanted to smack her, but you used your hand to cover your burning cheeks instead.

"do you ever think of anything besides stuff like that?" you complained.

she turned around and looked behind her, "you're an affliction. this is your own doing, (y/n)." her eyes glittered with deep affection that her facial features couldn't express.

though her words were full of teasing, you couldn't help but snort at her overly proper english. you really loved that about her.

you watched her turn the corner to ophelia hall. then, you went in the opposite direction to your own.

> > >

the bell rung, signalling the start of your incarceration in the detention room. you sighed, gathering your books off the desk.

enid took this opportunity to walk over to you, bouncing on her heels.

"hey, (y/n)! yoko and i were thinking of going out to jericho tonight to see a movie. wanna come?" she beamed, her smile as blindingly white as the rest of her.

you pressed your lips together in a disappointed line, "can't. i got detention."

enid squinted her eyes as she played with a strand of faded pink hair, "that's odd. wednesday said she had detention too. did you guys do something?"

"nahhh, i was just tardy to first period too many times and got detention. no idea why she's in there," you chuckled awkwardly.

knowing she still didn't quite believe your explanation, you slung your backpack over your shoulder. a quick "see you later, have fun" and you were basically sprinting out of the classroom.

enid stood there, continuing to stare at the place you once stood with a look of deep thought.

> > >

wednesday sat stiffly in her desk chair as she waited for you. the teacher that was supposed to supervise the detention somehow had her tires slashed earlier in the day, so she couldn't make it.

weems had come in a few minutes prior, threatening wednesday not to cause any trouble; little did she know, wednesday's hands were clean. thing made sure of that.

when the door creaked open and your head poked through the crack, wednesday stood.

"(y/n)," she called nonchalantly, sitting herself atop a nearby desk. spotting her, you smiled. wednesday hated cute things; except for your smile.

you walked up to her, placing your bag on the floor before resting your forehead on her shoulder and holding her waist.

she allowed this, surprisingly hugging you back herself.

"i'm sorry i got you into this," you mumbled, the sentence muffled by wednesday's uniform.

she pulled you from the embrace to give you a stern gaze, "i don't mind. this is actually quite enjoyable."

"how!?" you exclaimed, "there's nothing to do in here besides sit and be miserable!" your arms motioned to the sea of empty chairs.

"i'm with my beloved in a secluded room," she said, hopping off the desk and heading for a black suitcase next to her book bag, "and i brought this."

when she opened it, a black type writer and hundreds of loose pages were revealed.

your eyes widened, "is that the book you've mentioned before?"

"yes, and i would like to show you the new addition to the story."

you furrowed your brows and gave funny smile, "what do you mean new addition?"

wednesday flipped through the abundant number of pages until she found what she was looking for. she pulled it out of the stack and presented it to you, something akin to excitement written on her stone face.

you took the paper gently, letting your eyes skim the sentences. everything on the page almost made your heart pump blood once again. you wanted to jump and hug her; instead, you asked for another page, and then another.

the book was a murder mystery. having read small excerpts from it, it was obvious that the main character was heavily inspired by wednesday herself.

here, on this page, was a character you could only guess was supposed to be a fictional reflection of yourself. the character was sweet and kind to the protagonist, and the more you read, the cuter their love story became. she was even a vampire.

you never would have guessed that wednesday could be so good at writing a romance subplot. the confession scene was so pure that you almost squealed.

"wednesday, is she supposed to be me? err- well, someone like me?" you asked, pure adoration filling your heart.

she looked to the page, answering with a small, "yes".

then, she looked up to you with a more serious expression than before.

"as she is her girlfriend, i want you to be mine," wednesday stated. her eye contact was impressive, her lids unblinking.

"r-really?!" you practically screamed. was it really possible that wednesday addams was asking you to be her girlfriend? and with such a romantic gesture?

wednesday nodded, "considering i've tasted every part of you, it is inevitable."

gasping at her bold words, you smacked her chest with the papers.

"my goodness, how can you just say stuff like that?" you mumbled with puffed cheeks. your reaction was exactly what wednesday was hoping for.

she took the papers from your hands and laid them with the rest. after, she turned back to look at you.

your hair, your facial features; the white fang that peeked through your lip. it had been a while since you had consumed any of her blood and she yearned for the feeling once more. this was her chance.

you were soon hoisted up onto one of the desks. you looked down at her while she was forced to look up through her thick lashes. you knew where this was going, you wanted it just as much as she did.

might as well enjoy this detention.

instead of the usual beginning bite, she pulled your face down to hers via your neck tie. for a split second you exchanged breaths, looking into eyes that were millimeters apart.

you couldn't take it anymore and you leaned forward, connecting your lips with hers. her snowy hands slid up your skirt, leaving trails of goosebumps on your thighs.

you sighed into her mouth. she already knew exactly how to bend you to her will. this time, however, you had different plans. you wanted to watch her come undone too.

your fingers sneakily untied the hairbands at the end of her braids. each one detangled itself, leaving you with the sight of wednesday's hair completely unrestricted. she looked beautiful; her hair a starless night sky. it was just as soft as her bangs, only you could completely run your hands through it.

this surprised wednesday, if anyone else had done it she would've committed arson in their dorm rooms; but if it was you, anything was fine.

her scalp tingled with the sensational feeling of your fingers. it made her want to go limp in your arms.

as she thought this, you broke the kiss to bite at her bottom lip with your fang. iron soon filled your mouth, and it made both of you that much more aroused. leaning back, wednesday loved how swollen and moist your lips had become. she was about to lick the blood on the side of your mouth when you dove for her neck.

you meant to restrain yourself, but her foggy black eyes full of desire made it impossible.

unbuttoning her collar, you stripped her shoulder of all garments. she reciprocated by tilting her head to the side, allowing you to do whatever you pleased.

then you noticed the many, many bite marks that littered her neck; each one a stamp of ownership. she was yours and you were hers.

you teased her a little. a fang prick on one side and a glide of your tongue on the other. her breathing became unsteady.

"may i?" you whispered to her, knowing it would tickle the sensitive skin.

"you don't have to ask," she whispered back, closing glossy eyes.

like a predator pouncing on its prey, you sunk your fangs in a spot free of any marks. the familiar taste caused a moan to slip from your mouth, sending vibrations throughout wednesday's entire body. she could've collapsed on the spot.

as you were about to take your first gulp, the classroom door swung open and there enid stood, slack jawed.

she shrieked. it was high pitched and girly and very alarming to anyone who might have heard it.

"(y/n)- wha- what are you doing!?" enid freaked, running over to you both. before you could fully pull your fangs from wednesday's neck, enid jumped on you like a wild animal.

you were slammed to the tile floor, hitting it with a hard thud. she sat on top of you, pinning your neck to the ground.

"why- how-" she stammered, unable to form a complete sentence in the chaos.

her painted nails grew into large claws in less than a second. she was almost choking you at this point.

wednesday, who had fallen into and knocked over several desks, quickly grabbed her wrist.

"enid, stop!" she said, raising her voice to a terrifying degree. wednesday held enid's wrist in a painful grip, causing her grip on your neck to loosen.

you took this opportunity to shove her off of you, heaving in the process.

as wednesday held her back, now holding both wrists and restraining her lethal weapons, confusion took hold of enid's expression. she tried to take slower breaths to relax herself.

"wednesday, why- why was she biting you like that!? why are you protecting her!?" she yelled, panic still evident in her voice.

how are we gonna tell her?

> > >

thirty minutes later, enid sat on a desk with a blank look on her face. you and wednesday stood in front of her, explaining everything that has happened the past few weeks.

by the end, enid felt like her whole world had changed.

"so... you're telling me that... you asked her to do that, wednesday? and you guys are dating?"

you nodded and wednesday affirmed it as well.

silence settled in the room. enid sat, processing the fairytale she'd been told.

then, her face morphed into a frown, "and.. and you guys, my two best friends, never told me any of this?"

her voice was full of hurt and her expression made you feel even worse. wednesday saw you fidgeting with the hem of your skirt out of the corner of her eye.

she reached for hour hand, slipping her ice cold fingers into your own. you squeezed back.

"i'm really sorry, enid. the only person who knew was xavier-"

"xavier!?" she bursted, her face flushing with anger, "why would you tell him and not me!?"

you sighed, "well- it's just harder when it's someone so important to you. i was gonna tell you eventually, but when i was ready, y'know?"

your explanation made enid's furious features soften. she took a deep breath.

"okay, okay. i understand. just- you can tell me these things. both of you, " she said, looking to wednesday to confirm she heard her.

then, enid being enid, any trace of negative emotion vanished from her face. it was replaced with a big, bright smile.

standing up from the desk, she placed her hands on yours and wednesday's shoulders.

"i knew something was going on between you two. sometimes i'd catch you speaking to wednesday in the hall and i've never seen her look at someone the way she looks at you. now, tell me about how you guys fell in love. i want to hear all of it!"

> > >

in the middle of the woods, a mile away from nevermore, existed a small pond.

the water was clean and full of tiny fish. fog forever hung over it's rippling surface.

an old dock, barely passing safety regulations, lead to the middle of this small body of water.

here is where you planned to meet wednesday for your very first date as girlfriends.

enid, now obsessed with your relationship, pushed wednesday to ask you.

the trek was long, but when you made it to the pond, you understood exactly why wednesday loved it so much.

it felt like you were in a completely different dimension; one full of foggy greyness. the perfect secret spot for wednesday addams.

you sat side by side on the dock. hands intertwined, you were also connected through the earbuds in each of your ears.

it was your favorite slow song, one that always brought you to your happy place. that place was now wednesday. you wanted to remember the feeling of the breeze on your cheeks and the melody in your mind.

wednesday let her gaze lead to you through the corner of her eye; a small, content smile on your lips as you stared at the still waters.

she wanted to cherish you forever. she finally understood how her mom felt. she understood why people were so addicted to being in love.

though it could hurt sometimes, it was calm moments like these that made each day worth living. wednesday, caught up in her pining, whispered, "i truly adore you."

though, it seems you didn't hear through the music in your ear. that was just fine with wednesday.

she turned her attention back to the grey landscape.

breathing in through her nose, she smiled a tiny, hidden smile. a familiar scent tickled her nose.

vanilla.

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mikeyss1ut · 1 year

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UH Can i request Wednesday x fem reader where she gets possessive of her gf plss🫠 i need more fics of her😔

Yes, you were so quick with this and I love that:))

“ imbeciles “

Summary: In which Tyler gets way out of his league and starts flirting with you. Wednesday puts him in his place very fast.

Spreading the sunshine x grumpy tropee.

You were always happy. Well not always , but you always tried to make sure you were nice. Your girlfriend Wednesday Addams was quite the opposite. She could care less about what people had to say. She could care less on what she said. She embraced her weirdness. You envied her for it.

“Hi! Could I get a Carmel frappe with not whip cream and sprinkles please!” You said, the worker at the counter whose name you knew from the would purpose he and Wednesday sometimes work together for her mystery’s. Tyler. He was always nice to you. Just maybe a little to nice. He knew you were Wednesdays girlfriend. But he didn’t really care, he liked you and was still trying. Even though he knows how Wednesday is about stuff like that, especially when it came down to you.

“Yeah sure.” He quickly made it and set it down my the cash register. You went to give him the money but.

“It’s on the house.” He said with probably the biggest grin on his face.

“Oh, okay thank you!” You took your frappe and went to sit down with Wednesday in your guys booth.

As you sat down the glare her eyes had on you could kill.

“That imbecile needs to check his self before he does something he might regret.”

“He’s just being nice Wednesday, maybe you could learn a little something from him?” You said. She hummed. “I’m unsure wether or not your visions on me are clear. I’m not nice.”

You smiled. She wasn’t nice but that’s what made Wednesday, Wednesday. Tyler walked over to the table.

“Hey girls do you want anything else?” He smiled “Oh um could I maybe-“

“We don’t need anything else. If we wanted something we would come to the front counter like your supposed to. Because in case you forgot this is a coffee shop where you go to the front desk to get your food. Not a restaurant where you get waited on.”

You kicked her leg under the table just gently so she would look at you “Wednesday!” You whisper yelled.

Tyler walked away without saying anything. And Wednesday went back to pretending everything was normal.

“So according to this book and uncle fester. This Monster we happen to be looking for is other than the one behind the counter. There’s also one called a Hyde.”

“Wednesday! Please be good. I’m gonna go use the restroom you stay here. Wednesday took out a pen and ripped a piece off of a napkin and wrote.

Here’s a tip. Don’t look at other’s people girlfriends like you did mine. Next time I won’t be so light with my regards and insults towards you. She got up gripping the book in between her arm and placed the napkin In the tip jar. Then waited for you outside the restroom.

When you got out she immediately took your hand and did a fast strut out of ten coffee shop. “Wednesday, what the hell? I thought you we were gonna study this monster and have our frappes?”

“I’d prefer to study with Eugene at his little beehive castle.”

“Okay, fine I guess.”

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