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pt two of enids sister (reader) x wednesday pleaseee

Foreign feelings (pt 2)

Read part 1 here

pairings: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader x Enid Sinclair (siblings)

Summary: Wednesday realizes how much you actually mean to her.

Warnings: fluff and kisses.

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: last part for foreign feelings! :)

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It seemed after Wednesday apologized you've been feeling a strong sense of love for her.

As for Wednesday, that foreign feeling has become very overwhelming. It seemed after the day she apologized you've been as charming as ever. She'd stare at your sweet smile more than usual, and your voice that was once annoying was now music to her ears.

What was wrong with her? Why did she want you more than before?

Slowly, as days pass, Wednesday's once-dark feelings turned into something soft.

Only for you of course.

Thing noticed as well. The way Wednesday would leave little gifts for you in your dorm, and how she'd send him to check on you almost every hour of the day.

Thing even tried to give Wednesday dating advice but she'd always shut him down since you two weren't official.

That's exactly what irked Wednesday too.

You weren't officially hers. She despised the thought of you being with someone else. And it didn't help that she didn't know how to make it official. Could she just ask you out of the blue? Or does she have to take you out somewhere beautiful to prove her love? What about the old fashion way, where she has to ask your parents first?

Although she is familiar with how to ask someone to date, she simply wants it to be special. You were going to be hers, after all, she wanted it to be memorable.

She came up with a few ideas, but none of them ever satisfied her.

Meanwhile, you, who were head over heels for Wednesday, you found out the girl you've been crushing has been liking you. You couldn't be more happier.

You and Enid would talk about date ideas almost every day. Squealing about things you'd do with Wednesday.

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It was morning, you were fixing your hair quickly since Wednesday must be waiting for you outside your dorm right now. She's been coming to your dorm to pick you up for some reason. You quickly pick up your bag and left your dorm room.

You saw Wednesday waiting outside and you waved at her with a big smile. She watched as you skipped towards her.

You reminded her of a golden retriever.

"Good morning Wednesday!" you greeted her, she started walking to class while you follow behind her. "Morning." Was all Wednesday said, and you were satisfied.

"How was the test yesterday?" Wednesday suddenly asked, and you were surprised. You didn't think she'd remember since you thought she wasn't listening yesterday. You were ranting about how you had a test but it looked like she was occupied with something else.

"It was so hard, I could barely get through the first part!" She hummed, "You should've studied." You groaned, she was right. She always corrected your mistakes. "I was busy with Enid! You know this." The day before the test you and Enid were in town buying stuff. We're the things you bought useless? Yes, did you completely forget about the test? Yes, again.

"You truly are foolish."

You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever."

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It seemed like a slow day, it was your second class and the people in your class seemed bored as well. The teacher talked about the topic but no one seemed interested.

With a pen in your hand, you doodled on your notebook. You lost interest in taking notes a while ago. A few little hearts from there to drawing your favorite animals.

Then your mind drifted to Wednesday.

You attempted to draw her. You drew her stone-cold face, and what's supposed to be her braids. You drew her in a black outfit. And also gave her a little knife for design.

You smiled, she looked cute.

You wrote her name above the drawing with a heart.

As for Wednesday, she was writing notes like a madman. She wrote as fast as the teacher spoke, never making a mistake in her notebook.

Although she was in a different class, you somehow seeped into her mind. Her current class was your first.

Although you and your sisters are very alike, there was one thing anyone could tell between the two of you.

You didn't take your studies very seriously like your sister.

Enid would always take extra classes for subjects and would make sure her notes were very neat and colorful.

While you would almost avoid school at all costs. You'd rather spend time hanging out with friends or go shopping.

Wednesday suddenly remembered how you often forget to take notes or simply don't want to.

She shouldn't care.

...

She stopped writing for a moment before writing again.

The teacher decided to give the class free time since there isn't much to discuss.

Wednesday was done with her notes. But she stared at it for a few seconds.

She shouldn't care.

But it seemed like she was on autopilot. She turned to another page of her notebook and started copying her own notes.

What were you doing to her?

-

Lunch approached, and students were crowding the lunch tables. Almost all the tables were full of students except for one, the one where Wednesday was sat on.

To which you happily skipped over to her and sat down in front of her.

"Hey, Wednesday!" You grinned while placing your food in front of you.

Wednesday stared at you, watching as you ate your food like there was no tomorrow.

Suddenly she remembered the extra notes she wrote.

She opened her bag and places the notes in front of you.

You looked at it for a moment, analyzing what it was. "Notes?"

"Yes, I'm aware of how you tend to be forgetful about your notes. So I took the liberty of writing notes for you."

You stopped chewing your food and took in this very surprising information.

The Wednesday Addams wrote notes? For you? And she wasn't forced against her will to do so?

You swallow your food and grin with a loving look. "Wow, Wednesday I can't believe you wrote notes for me. Thank you."

Wednesday took a deep breath in. "You should be." That was all the girl managed to say.

You giggled before eating again.

That strange feeling in Wednesday's stomach is back.

-

You didn't bother looking at the board in this class.

Instead, you were far too occupied admiring the notes Wednesday made for you.

Although it would be a big deal if it was someone else, but it was Wednesday! She'd never do anything for anyone.

You analyzed the notes once more, amused at how neat and clean her handwriting is.

Something so simple had you feeling so love-struck.

Classes were over, and you were walking out of the classroom with a group of friends.

"I'm totally down to going out on Saturday." One of your friends replied to the other. While you were walking down the hall you saw Wednesday staring at one of the big windows.

You stopped in your tracks causing your friends to do the same. They looked at you confused, but then they follow your gaze to Wednesday.

One of them furrowed their eyebrows. "Y/N, I seriously don't get why you like that girl so much. She's crazy!"

You elbowed them and glared at them. "Shut up! She's actually quite sweet." you crossed your arms.

Well... Sweet isn't exactly a word you'd describe Wednesday. But she has been tolerating you more lately.

Your friends rolled their eyes. "Whatever you say, well have fun with your psycho girlfriend!" they were walking away while you glared at them.

You weren't Wednesday's girlfriend.

...

You weren't her girlfriend.

As much as you were happy with the fact you found out Wednesday likes you, you still wanted to be her girlfriend.

But then again, what if she doesn't want to be in one? What if she doesn't like the idea of being in one? What if her liking you is as far as she can go?

The sudden thought made you frown. You didn't want that. Of course, you'd never force her into a relationship.

Wednesday was aware of the fact you were behind her. She was just waiting for you to approach her. It seemed her patience thinning and she turned towards you to be met with you frowning.

What could possibly make you sad now?

You had a history of getting sad over small things. She could name countless times you almost cried over the smallest thing.

She raised her eyebrow. "What?" your eyes quickly met hers.

Something was different.

Wednesday could tell this isn't another silly moment since it seemed like this affected you.

"It's nothing, so why are you staring out the window?" You quickly went to look out the window hoping Wednesday wouldn't notice your lie.

She noticed. You were a bad liar.

But she chose not to press on the topic anymore. She walked beside you, looking out as well. "No reason."

There was a silence between the two of you. It wasn't awkward, Wednesday was pleased with the silence.

Wednesday tilted her head slightly, she looked at you and admired the way the sunlight made your face glow.

It's like she couldn't take her eyes off you.

"Can you come to my dorm tonight?" Wednesday blurted.

You turned towards her, the question slightly takes Wednesday by surprise.

You gave her a toothy grin, this was the first time Wednesday asked you to hang out with her! Well, not really but all the other times were when she just needed help with her investigation.

"Yeah, I can come." The sweet and happy tone of yours made her clench her jaw.

Wednesday nodded while avoiding eye contact. "Good." She said before walking away.

You watched her leave with growing excitement in you.

-

You would check the clock almost every minute. Hoping that the night would come sooner.

You called your sister and told her the news. It only took a few minutes before you heard her banging on your dorm room.

You and her we're planning an outfit for tonight. And she even gave you some dating advice! Even though she isn't dating anyone.

Finally, it was time. You were nervous, why were you so nervous? You felt like you could die on the spot.

You were standing in front of her door. You and Wednesday would be alone. Since Enid was kind enough to give you two some alone time.

You took a deep breath in before knocking on her door. You heard the wooden floor creak on the other side and the anxious feeling was getting worse.

The door opened revealing Wednesday in all her beauty.

"Hey, Wednesday."

You couldn't take your eyes off her. You simply couldn't help it. She looks so beautiful.

"Come in." Wednesday stepped aside giving you space to walk in.

Once you were in her room she closed the door and went back to sit down in front of the typewriter.

You followed behind her and sat down on her bed.

Her slim fingers started writing and the clicking sound of the typewriter filled the room.

You fiddled with your thumbs, and as excited as you are the nervous feeling was still there.

"So, what's up?" you asked.

"None."

Your lips curled down. Why did Wednesday invite you if the two of you weren't going to do anything?

Fortunately for Wednesday, you didn't notice how she didn't know what to do and how to make this night special in a way. She internally cursed at herself for asking you to come out of the blue. She should've come up with a plan first.

So instead of actually doing something with you Wednesday resorted to writing. She used it to try and come up with something. But she knew she was running out of time since she can sense that you were slowly losing interest in tonight.

You suddenly stand up causing Wednesday to snap her head toward you. We're you going to leave? She thought in her head. But when she realized you were just removing something that you accidentally sat on she knew she had to do something now.

So she stopped writing and quietly sighed, she got up from her seat and sat next to you.

You swallowed your saliva when you watched her sit next to you. You watched as stared down at her lap like she was thinking about something.

"Until now I'm still not sure why I asked you to come here."

Her quiet voice made you tilt your head in confusion. "Really?" This was a surprise for you. Almost every time Wednesday makes a decision it's always well-calculated.

"Yes." She clenched her jaw still trying to find an answer.

You thought about it for a moment before an idea came to mind. You slightly smiled, "Maybe you just wanted me to be around?"

Your answer made her furrow her eyebrows. She thought about it for a moment. Perhaps you're right, she just recently noticed how she's been longing for your presence when you're not with her.

"I think you're right." Wednesday barely whispered. If it weren't next to her you wouldn't hear it.

You felt this sudden wave of butterflies in your stomach. Wednesday just admitted that she liked you around.

"Well, I like when you're around too." You whispered softly.

Wednesday's breath caught in her throat. That loving feeling was back. She looked at you. She saw how you looked at her.

Only her.

She glanced at your lips before looking at your eyes again. Wednesday didn't even notice but she was already leaning closer to you. And you were happily letting her.

The next thing you know Wednesday's soft lips were on yours. Your once-tense shoulders instantly relaxed when you felt her. Wednesday hesitantly held on to your hand.

She pulled back to catch her breath. She blinked while slightly breathing heavily. Wednesday felt your fingers intertwine with hers.

You've come this far with Wednesday, would it be okay if you asked her to date you?

Right, when you got the courage to as her she beat you to it.

"Y/N, be mine. I promise I'll never hurt you again." She asked with a breathless voice. Her other hand reaches your cheek and caresses your skin.

You couldn't help the smile growing on your face. "Oh, Wednesday," you only whispered before leaning back in to kiss her again. Silently letting her know that your answer is a yes.

Although this wasn't very ideal for Wednesday. She wished it was more special.

But at that moment it was already special.

Well, it seems she just has to take you on extravagant dates.

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I just need a little help so pls pick one for writing reasons 😁

Dark Wednesday OR dark Enid

Or maybe both...

I can't pick so help me out 🫠

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600 WORDS IN THE SECOND PART OF FOREIGN FEELINGS ‼️‼️‼️

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Omg........

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She's so gf 😻

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I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK RN IDK WHAT TO DO 😞😞

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Some Wednesday dating headcanons while I write for the second part of my Wednesday fic 😸

Wednesday calls you pet names in private.

She'd give you back hugs <3

she'd let you braid her hair from time to time.

If you ever lay down on her lap she'll stare at your face and memorize every single detail on you. Meanwhile, you're concerned about why she's glaring at you.

She'd send you love letters.

Always sends thing to make sure you're okay.

Would play the cello for you.

She hates the idea of public displays of affection so she only does it in private.

She would say the most creepiest thing to you thinking it's romantic.

"I promise to murder anyone who bothers you, my love."

"Wednesday please don't."

The gifts she'd send you would be in the prettiest black box just for you to open it and see a dead animal.

She doesn't really like cuddling so she'd only let you rest your head on her shoulder.

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Finally started part 2 after losing the motivation to write ᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ

Hiii! I loooved your Yoko work so I have decided to request smth! Do you think you could do a Wednesday x reader in where R is Enid's sister and has a personality like her so one day Wednesday says something kinda mean and R ignores her, so W asks Enid for help because she realizes while R was "away" that she actually likes her? If not, that's okay!!! If yes, then thank u so so much, please have a nice day or afternoon or night <3

Foreign feelings

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader x Enid Sinclair (siblings)

summary: Wednesday said something towards you that was a bit too hurtful. Without your presence it made her realize her feelings towards you.

Warning: Angst?? Bad thoughts fluff at the end

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I was sick and I couldn't write :(( this was also kinda rushed I'm sorry 😞

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Many people couldn't tell the difference between you and Enid. You and your sister were practically twins. Had the same personality, the same humor, and the same behavior. And there was one student that had to deal with the both of you on a daily.

Wednesday Addams.

Both you and Enid would always bug her. But especially you, it seemed you just couldn't stop bothering Wednesday. Or that's what Wednesday would say. Somehow you always stuck with Wednesday without losing a limb. Thing said it was impressive how long you lasted.

After thing said that you swore you felt chills run down your spine. You couldn't put your finger on it but you liked Wednesday's dark personality.

Today was getting on Wednesday's nerves more than usual. She was trying to investigate more about the hyde but principal Weems has been keeping a closer eye on Wednesday.

You were walking down the school hall when the sight of a particular braided ravenette caught your eye. You were to catch up with the ravenette.

"Hey, Wednesday! What's up?"

The playful voice that Wednesday's very familiar with made her eye twitch. "Nothing." She replied with that cold tone of hers.

Your eyes wandered down seeing the papers that were in Wednesday's grasp.

She's definitely up to something.

"Yeah? What are those papers then?" You asked with a raised eyebrow, Wednesday suddenly took a sharp turn to her right. You almost bumped into a wall because of that.

"It's just homework."

You still didn't believe her. Something was definitely up, and you were determined to find out.

While you were unaware of Wednesday's feelings, she needed to be somewhere else. She really didn't need you. As much as Wednesday can... Tolerate you, the last thing she needs is you tagging along with her in the woods. Especially since principal Weems is currently distracted at the moment and she needs to get this done.

"Can I see? Just out of-" Wednesday suddenly stopped in her tracks. Making you stop as well. She turned around to face you with a glare.

"Y/N don't you have anything else better to do? I'd rather you not burden me with your presence."

Her reply caught you off guard. Wednesday has said many mean things to you but this time... It really got to you.

You only clenched your jaw, before walking from Wednesday. She watched you leave but the sight of your expression when she made that comment stuck to her for some reason.

While walking through the woods thing crawled out of her jacket and dropped down to the ground. Wednesday stopped and looked down to look at thing with a raised eyebrow. He signed that her comment towards you was a bit harsh. Wednesday only scoffed.

"Thing it's just the truth it doesn't matter."

She was quick to dismiss it and continued to her destination. Thing couldn't do anything more so he only followed Wednesday.

-

Once Wednesday arrived back at her dorm she was greeted with an angry Enid.

"Wednesday what the hell?! Why would you say that to Y/N?"

Wednesday only stood like a statue watching her frustrated roommate pace around the room.

"Say what to Y/N?" Enid snapped her head towards Wednesday. "Don't act clueless Wednesday! You know exactly what I mean."

Wednesday thought about it, then it came to mind.

"What? When I called her a burden?"

Enid stopped pacing around the room to look directly on Wednesday. "Yes! Wednesday, she just... Doesn't like being called that, no one does!" Enid was exasperated.

"I do." Wednesday simply stated. Enid groaned in annoyance. "Of course you do." Enid walked past Wednesday and stormed out of their shared room.

Wednesday stood there for a moment, thinking about what Enid had said.

'she just doesn't like being called that.'

Wednesday heard the hesitance in Enid's voice. Like she almost said something else. What was she supposed to say? What did it mean?

Did it bother you that much?

Thing dropping down from Wednesday made her snap out of her train of thought. She quickly walked to her desk. She has better things to do than think about that.

-

It was a new day, and Wednesday needed something from you. She needed some information about something and you knew a thing or two about that. Wednesday looked around the sea of students trying to spot you in the crowd. Finally, she found you and walked her way toward you.

"Y/N"

The cold voice made you tense up. You haven't seen Wednesday since yesterday. And you weren't planning to see her anytime soon. But it seemed she ruined your planning.

You only looked at her with a straight face. "Yes?" Wednesday caught the hint of hesitance in your voice.

"I need you to look at this. You know things about these right?"

She handed you the paper but you weren't interested. You avoided eye contact. "Look Wednesday I can't help you right now- I have to go sorry." You left in a hurry.

Wednesday stood there slightly taken aback. You had never rejected her requests before.

Once she had given you a task you would finish it in a heartbeat. The rejection made her feel something she wasn't familiar with. It made her feel an ache in her chest. She didn't like it all.

She needed to get rid of it.

The rest of the day Wednesday didn't see anymore. Not even a glimpse. You weren't following her like a lost puppy anymore. She didn't know why but without you she felt a sense of... Loneliness? No, she refused to believe it.

Meanwhile, you were avoiding her like the plague. You couldn't face her now. What she said to you still hurts. You were staying at the library. What she had said loomed around your mind.

Burden.

You hated that word. It always made you feel horrible. You've heard people call you that much too many times. Especially from your own family.

This went on for another day. Wednesday didn't see you. And those feelings were getting to her. She couldn't focus on her investigation without thinking about the expression you made when she said that comment.

That hurt expression. How your lips frowned the moment she said that. It made her stomach turn in a way. And not in a good way.

-

Finally, nighttime approached. Wednesday was typing away for her novel while Enid was laying down on her bed using her phone.

But unfortunately for Wednesday, she couldn't focus on her novel. She couldn't think of what else to put. This was new. Her movements would falter too much. She couldn't come up with something fast.

It was all because of you.

She thought about it again. Finally realizing that what she had said was too hurtful for you. It made her clench her jaw. She didn't like to admit she was wrong. But this feeling wasn't right whatsoever. She needed you to forgive her. But she didn't know how. This was foreign to her. But there was one person that knew. Your sister, Enid.

She turned to the blonde. Enid was giggling while typing on her phone. She honestly couldn't believe she was asking for help from Enid so that you could forgive her. She sighed, she had to get this done.

She stood up and walked towards Enid's side of the room. Crossing the line she stood directly in front of Enid.

Enid put down her phone to look up on Wednesday.

"Um, can I help you Wednesday?"

Wednesday clenched her jaw. "I'm in a situation and I..." Enid raised her eyebrow. "...need your help." That raised Enid's curiosity. She sat up and listened more.

"What do you need help with exactly?" Wednesday looked away, "Y/N, I need her to talk to me again." Wednesday almost said it through gritted teeth.

Enid's eyes widen in surprise. Never would she think Wednesday wanted you to forgive her. But this was a big deal for her too. You were her sister after all.

Enid grinned patting down beside her signaling Wednesday to sit. Wednesday listened and sat down.

"And why exactly do you want Y/N to forgive you?" Enid wanted to know why. This was something she wasn't expecting from Wednesday. Wednesday looked down coming up with the words to describe what she was feeling.

"I don't know why but I feel this stupid feeling in my chest whenever she ignores me. It feels like some odd ache and I despise it."

Enid processed her words. Ache in the chest when you ignore her... Enid figured it out. She couldn't believe it. She felt giddy. "Wednesday, I think you like my sister!" She said with a big smile.

Wednesday only stared at her in shock. Was that even possible? Does she really like you? She thought about it more. It made sense much to her dismay.

Enid was still celebrating this discovery before Wednesday stopped her. "Are you going to help me or not?" Enid quickly stopped and thought about it for a moment. "Wednesday I think you should just apologize to her. Tell her how you truly feel."

Tell you how she felt? She thought about it for a moment, maybe Enid is right. This could be exactly what she needs to do, tell you how she felt. Wednesday agreed to it and Enid told her she'll get you to stay in an empty classroom so that you and Wednesday can have some privacy.

-

It was the next day and Wednesday was somewhat ready. Enid gave her the green light to go to the classroom where you were at. Once she entered you sat in one of the chairs waiting for whatever Enid told you was a 'surprise.'

The sound of the door opening made you look at whoever was there and made your heart drop. You wanted to leave but Wednesday stopped you.

"Y/N I need to talk to you, it's urgent."

This time there was no room for argument. You only nodded and she closed the door. She made her way toward you, standing directly in front of you. There was an awkward silence. Wednesday was finding the right words to tell you while you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

"Y/N I realized what I had said to you was a bit too harsh. And I..." You tilted your head listening to what she was saying. "... Apologize for saying something like that. I wasn't aware it made you sensitive. And it seems I realized while you were gone I have these feelings for you. I'm not sure how to deal with it."

You stared at her for a moment. Letting what she had said sink in. Wednesday apologizing? That was something you'd never let down. And her having feelings? For you? Made you feel confident in a way.

You stood up and made your way to her. "Feelings?" You asked, "Yes, Enid told me." You smiled. Wednesday felt some sort of warmth when she saw you smile. She didn't know what to do. "I'll forgive you, but you have to do something." Wednesday raised her eyebrow listening to what you were gonna say.

"You have to give me a kiss."

That made Wednesday glare at you, "You don't deserve it." you frowned and Wednesday walked towards the exit but stopped beside you. She gave you a peck on your cheek. "This is all you get for now."

The feeling of her cold lips on your cheek made you feel giddy. You were quick to follow Wednesday leaving while Wednesday felt a bit satisfied.

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I feel like Enid would be holding your hand 24/7 like one moment you let go she'll be quick to hold you again

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Sun to Me

Wednesday Addams x reader

Summary: Wednesday isn't a great girlfriend.

Words: 2.0k

Warnings: none, implied f!reader, reader referred to as girlfriend

Author's Note: angst sorry not sorry. inspired by sun to me by zach bryan,, first fic i've published so any feedback is appreciated!

When you first met Wednesday, you were absolutely terrified of her. But she had taken an interest in you, from the very beginning, and soon you found yourself laughing at her morbid jokes and thinking about her every night before you fell asleep.

Wednesday would never admit it, but when she couldn’t sleep, her mind would wander to far-off places. She saw your smile, your hand in hers, and she saw a love like her parents had. 

Now, half a year later, you feel like you know more about Wednesday than you ever wanted to. You know every last quirk, every microexpression she lets grace her face. You know exactly the way she lights up when she sees you, even if to others it looks like a regular glare. Wednesday lets you sleep in her bed; she lets you braid her hair; she lets you lounge about during her writing time. It’s normal stuff, but it isn’t, because it’s Wednesday. Hell, seeing her smile is rarer than Halley’s Comet, let alone getting into her personal space.

Wednesday doesn’t know why she’s so enthralled by you, but she is. You’re patient with her, even when you probably shouldn’t be, and you jump at the chance to take care of her. It feels good.

“Thank god that’s over,” you say, flopping face-down onto her bed. Thing jumps out from under the covers, scurrying away.

The history exam you’ve just completed was the last one on your schedule — you’re free. For a week of break, anyways. Wednesday had helped you study for it (you flipped through a textbook while she rattled off every piece of evidence she had collected for her newest investigation).

“How did it go?” she asks, standing up from her chair and popping a piece of black licorice into her mouth.

“Bad,” you say, voice muffled. “But it’s over.”

She hums.

“How were yours?” You roll over, watching as she walks over to the bulletin board pinned full of documents and sticky notes.

“Unchallenging.”

That was Wednesday. Always too smart for her own good. “What do you want to do tonight? No homework,” you grin.

“I need to go to Jericho High School,” she says plainly, staring at the board.

Your face falls, even though at this point it shouldn’t. It’s a common occurrence: Wednesday too caught up in her hyperfixation to make time for you or your feelings. You shouldn’t be surprised anymore. You swallow, making sure your voice stays level. “What are you gonna find there?”

She looks over her shoulder, eyes flashing annoyance. “I don’t know. That’s the point of going.”

Right.

The thing is, you can’t blame her. She told you, again and again, that you shouldn’t devote your time or energy to her. For the first few weeks of your relationship, she was a broken record: “this is a bad idea,” “you shouldn’t care about me,” “you’d be better off alone.” You, enamored with her jet-black hair and the dusting of freckles across her nose, had taken it as a challenge.

More and more, you found yourself regretting that.

Then Wednesday says your name, tentatively, and your gaze snaps to her.

“I’m sorry,” she chokes out, the words unnatural in her stony voice. “Was that insensitive?”

You shake your head, putting on a smile. You’re still Wednesday Addams’ girlfriend. You get her heart, at the end of the day. “It’s okay.”

“I’m hoping to find something that points me to the culprit.”

You nod, wishing for her to just drop it. You’d rather move on, figure out plans with one of your friends instead.

“Would you like to do something tomorrow?” Her eyes are hesitant, but genuine, and just like that your heart melts again.

“There’s an art gallery opening a couple towns over,” you blurt, too excited to let this opportunity pass. “We could… drive over and see it?”

She’s turned back to the board. “How long would that take?”

You ignore the slight sting in your heart. “I don’t know, it depends on how long we spend there. We could make a whole day out of it.”

“I told Eugene I’d help him prepare the hives for the next harvest,” she says blankly. “That won’t work.”

It kills you that she can’t concentrate on you for more than a few seconds at a time. Especially since you know that if you were to ignore her in the same way, even just for an hour, she would shut down and close herself off. “Can you at least look at me?”

There’s emotion bubbling up inside of you, emotion that you don’t want to express right now, but she’s facing you.

“I’m working on being more delicate, you know that,” Wednesday says, her voice tight. You know her defenses are up.

“It’s not that,” you scoff, blinking back stubborn tears. “You never try. Do you know how many things I’ve compromised on for you?”

Her eyes flick around the room, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“The movies, for one,” you say, shuddering at the thought of the true-crime documentaries you’re plagued to watch nearly every night. “The no-touching. The no-compliments. The not-telling-anyone-about-us?”

“You agreed to all of that.”

“Exactly!” you cry. “That’s my point! What have you agreed to?”

Wednesday hates the feeling creeping up her chest. The burning feeling in her throat, the cold dread in the pit of her stomach. That she’s hurting someone she cares about without even realizing it. Again. She wants desperately to make it right, to understand exactly what you want her to do, but the moment you raise your voice, her reflexes kick in. 

“I agreed to being your girlfriend!” she says, louder than she meant to.

Your heart sinks into your stomach. She isn’t even trying to understand. “That was that big of a sacrifice for you, huh?”

Wednesday licks her lips nervously, hating the look in your eyes, hating how hurt you are and how angry she is. Now, the thought of a relationship like her parents’ is distant and sickening. She can’t imagine having the patience to communicate with someone for so many years — all she can think about is how much easier it would be to do it all alone.

But then her eyes find yours, desperate and heartbroken and filled with tears, and she wants to tear her hair out.

“I’m not enough for you, I know that,” you say quietly, and Wednesday’s heart twists in a way it never has before. “But I… I just thought you would try.”

She calls your name, reaches out a hand, but you’ve already left her dorm. You rush down the hallway, hoping she leaves you alone and chases after you all at once. The tears are hot down your cheeks, and the lump in your throat just won’t leave. You had trusted Wednesday with your heart. You had given it to her, even though your mom knew and your best friend knew and you knew that you shouldn’t have.

Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you, your mom would say, whenever you asked her questions about love far too big for a six-year-old. She would tell you that your heart was a treasure, and that someday you’d find someone who bettered you in every single way.

You had known, you had always known that that wasn’t Wednesday. But she kissed you, she opened up to you, she looked at you in ways that said you were the most special person in the world. And for a while, you were. You were the only one who got to know Wednesday Addams. But you had invested too much, and she never changed: the same inexplicable mystery that had drawn you to her was now pulling you apart from the inside out. She wasn’t built for the kind of relationship that you needed, even if she could make your day just by meeting your eyes.

You find your way to your room through tear-blurred vision, thanking the stars above that your roommate had left early to spend break with her parents.

You collapse onto your bed, sobbing. You feel silly, stupid, used, thinking about every sacrifice you’ve made for her and how little she’s done in return. How unfair it is: she’s trying, you know she’s trying, but trying to Wednesday is the bare minimum to you, and you can’t change what you need.

You cry until your head pounds and your throat is raw, and even then you can’t stop picturing her dark eyes and scarce, golden smiles. You hear your mother’s voice in your head. Your heart clenches.

Eventually, you fall into a restless sleep, thoughts racing and palms sweating. You want more than anything to go to Wednesday’s room to rant about all of your emotions, knowing she’s only half-listening, and to persuade her to cuddle with you in bed, to hold her tight.

Nausea comes and goes in waves.

You don’t want to answer the knock at your door, except it comes from low down on the ground, and you’d never turn Thing away.

He’s holding an envelope between his second and third fingers.

An envelope, with your name scrawled across it in messy cursive. Thing drops it and takes a small bow, hurrying down the hall. You pick it up and shut the door with a sniff, wiping your nose. You’ve never been so grateful for deserted hallways.

You rip it open on your bed, entirely unprepared for the rush of emotion that hits you when you smell Wednesday’s typewriter ink.

I can’t say things to your face, but you need to know them, so I’ve decided to write them.  If I am a black dahlia, you are a sunflower. You are the sweetest of the sunflowers; you are the sun to me. I loathe myself for every moment I have spent upsetting you. I know that I am selfish, and that you are selfless, and that I hurt you even when I’m not trying to. Sorry isn’t enough of a word.

For my entire life, I believed love was nothing but a weakness to be exploited. I thought people like you, who love and give endlessly into this world, were oblivious to the reality of the world. But then I met you, and you cared for someone who least deserved it. The time of day was more than I deserved, and you gave me so much more than that. You have parted the clouds, you have brought sunlight into my life, you have brought me more joy and peace than I care to admit. And to repay you, I hurt you.

You are the sweetest of the sunflowers, and I will never again let myself forget it. I vow to do my utmost to provide you with everything you desire, if you allow me. I’m sorry, my love.

Wednesday nearly jumps when Thing returns, asking him how you looked and if you took the letter. She waits, bouncing her leg, tapping her fingers, thinking about why time travel hasn’t been invented yet. Her mouth is dry, her heart hammering against her ribs. She’s never been so anxious before.

 She barely remembers to smooth out her hair before answering the knock that eventually comes at her door.

“Hi,” you mumble, holding the letter in your hands.

“Hi,” she breathes.

“Do I get another chance?” she asks in a rush. You don’t think you’ve ever heard her this forward.

“I’m out of patience,” you say, and she nods quickly, blinking red-rimmed eyes.

A younger version of you would be reeling at the sight of such blatant emotion on her face.

“Can I hug you?”

Her eyebrows lift, eyes widening ever so slightly.

You can’t stand being mad at her.

Her arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close, her face buried into the crook of your neck. You take a deep breath.

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Omg, you are the first one willing to write about Bianca! I obviously need a Bianca fic in my life and I would love a fluff to angst situation or something like that. I'll leave it up to you and your imagination!

Summer night

pairing: Bianca Barclay x gn!reader

summary: Bianca was the woman you loved. But one night you found out something and made you rethink if she was the woman you knew.

warning: angst, ooc Bianca I feel I made her... to harsh, ooc Xavier, italics means flashback.

word count: 3.1k

A/N: btw you didn't specify if it should be fem r or not so I just made it gender neutral. I'm also bad at angst I'm sorry :(((

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Bianca had asked you out during the first week of summer. School is just starting and you and Bianca's relationship is better than ever.

You reminisce about the fond memories you both made during the summer. Those late-night talks you both had always made your heart skip a beat. Or those outings you had with other friends. It felt like a blur.

Bianca had been nothing but charming towards you. Somehow always making you swoon at every chance she gets. But as the year started some of your friends became distant. It was mostly Xavier, you weren't sure why. You thought it was the lack of contact or the two of you and just drifted away from each other.

Both you and Bianca we're walking down the hallway with your arm wrapped around hers. You both were having a pleasant conversation until Enid suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"I've been meaning to catch you two!" Enid squealed.

Bianca raised her eyebrow at the blonde. "What exactly do you want?"

Enid grabbed her phone out of her pocket. "I just need a picture of you two, it's for my blog!" You looked at her with scrunched eyebrows. "Why do you need a picture of us?"

Enid only gave her famous smile. "Well, I just need a picture of the new it couple of Nevemore of course!"

Enid's reply made you smile. You felt the butterflies in your stomach. It made you hold Bianca's arm tighter.

The sound of Bianca's chuckle was like music to your ears. "Mhm sure Enid, let's give her what she wants."

Bianca removed her arm from yours, instead placing it around your neck. She leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek. Enid was quick to take a picture of you both. She made sure to capture how you held on to her arm and the content smile you had.

"This is perfect you guys!" Enid grinned while looking down at her phone.

"Good, well me and Y/N have to go we'll see you around Enid." and with that you and Bianca left. Her arm was back around yours.

Luckily, you and Bianca had the same class. So you both always went at the same time.

Both you and Bianca made it on time. You were sitting together and you were absolutely bored out of your mind. Bianca being Bianca, she listened intently to the teacher at the front.

You gazed around the class and your eyes landed on Xavier, you looked at him curiously. You still never knew why he suddenly stopped talking to you.

You leaned closer to your girlfriend. "Hey, do you know whatever happened to Xavier? Like why he suddenly stopped talking to me?"

That made Bianca stop fidgeting with her pencil. The question caught her off guard.

"No, it was probably something stupid. You know how he is."

You only hummed. You should've known you wouldn't get an answer from Bianca. The two of them aren't close as they used to be.

Resting your head on her shoulder you sighed feeling her hand on your thigh, she gave you a gentle squeeze.

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You were walking to the table you usually sat with Bianca, Kent, and Divina. You felt relief that it was finally lunch. You were starving during classes since you skipped breakfast.

Finally reaching your spot, you sat down next to your girlfriend.

You were greeted with a peck on the cheek. "Hey babe, I got your favorite food." Looking down at the table was the sight of your beloved lunch.

"Oh my god, thank you." you were quick to dig in your food while Bianca giggled watching you.

"So, I was thinking we could sneak out tonight so we can go to the lake," Kent suggested.

Divina squealed, "Yes we should go! I've been meaning to show Yoko something!"

"I'm in, Y/N?" Bianca asked looking at you. Looking up away from your food, you saw your friends and girlfriend waiting for your answer. "Yeah me too." It's not like you had plans later anyway. Plus, you would never miss an opportunity to see your girlfriend's scales. Especially under the moonlight sky.

Bianca grinned, "Perfect, let's meet up at the same time as always." This wasn't the first time you and your friends snuck out to the lake. Sometimes you'd sit on the ground to watch your girlfriend swim. She'd always try to convince you to swim with her.

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Sitting down on the ground you watched as Bianca swam under the water of the lake.

You watched as her head popped up from the water. "Baby, are you gonna watch me forever, or are you gonna join me?" You giggled, "I don't have my swimsuit, plus I'm fine with being just here."

She squinted her eyes, she slowly made her way towards you. You raised your eyebrow, "Bianca, I said I don't have my swimsuit."

That didn't stop her. She was close to you, her hands slowly reaching you. "Babe...." You whispered nervously while slowly backing up.

You were too late.

Her fast hands grabbed your ankles and pulled you into the water. You almost screamed when you were dragged into the water.

The sound of splashing water filled the lake. You reached the surface just to see your laughing girlfriend. "Bianca what the fuck?!"

She only kept laughing and placed her hands on the side of your face. "Okay okay, I'm sorry," she watched as your mouth slowly turn into a pout.

She bit her lip, leaning closer to you and pressed her lips on yours. You sighed into the kiss. Bianca broke the kiss and let her forehead rest on yours.

"You're so cute." her voice came out as a whisper. You smiled, before looking below you for a second. You look back at your girlfriend with a mischievous look.

Your hands quickly splash your girlfriend making her scoff. "Really?" she asked in disbelief. "It's payback!" you were quick to reply and continue your attack.

The night ended with you both laughing out of your minds.

That night was one of your favorite memories of her.

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Sneaking out of your dorm can be quite troublesome. But you were always successful anyway.

Suddenly you heard the sound of people bickering around the corner. It sounded like hushed whispers.

You peeked around the corner to see Xavier, Kent, and Divina?

You were confused, what were they doing here?

You watched them, Xavier looked agitated while it seemed Kent and Divina were trying to calm him down. Kent was pushing Xavier away while Divina was texting someone frantically. Their voices were getting louder enough for you to hear.

"I have to tell them, you know it's wrong we keep this from them!" Xavier shoved Kent's hands away from him.

"Dude you know how pissed Bianca would be! We can't tell them." Kent said pushing Xavier again.

This was getting worse. They were getting louder. It would cause attention. You thought it would be best to try and stop them.

So you rounded the corner fully exposing yourself. Once they noticed you were there. Kent and Divina's faces looked like they saw a ghost.

"Y/N!" Xavier called out to you, finally pushing Kent out of the way. He stood before you, the look on his face was mixed with guilt and shame.

"Is something wrong?" You asked in utter confusion.

"Xavier." Divina said in a warning tone. Xavier only shook his head. He didn't want to admit it but the guilt was eating him up. It wasn't right, especially for you. You didn't deserve this whatsoever.

"Y/N I have to tell you something important." In an instant, Xavier was at a loss for words. How could he possibly explain it to you? Especially when you couldn't remember?

Swallowing the lump down his throat, Xavier clenched his jaw.

"I-I know you don't remember much of that night. Remember that night I followed you, Bianca, and the others?" He asked and you try to remember. The memory finally came to mind.

Xavier never followed those swimming trips much. So when he did follow it took you by surprise. You didn't mind it though.

You nodded, "Well that night, you weren't drunk Y/N. Hell, you didn't drink at all!" You blinked in confusion. You didn't remember much. Since you were.. Drunk? You didn't know anymore.

"Xavier stop it!" Divina whisper shouted. They were obviously keeping something from you. "Divina, is it true? I didn't drink that night?"

Divina's mouth hung open. She didn't have the guts to lie to you, nor could she tell the truth. Her silence let you know Xavier was telling the truth.

"I don't understand, why don't I remember?" You asked putting your attention on Xavier again. He sighed, "You don't remember because..." the words die out in his mouth. It was getting harder to tell you the truth.

"Xavier tell me." You were getting pissed. What were they hiding from you? Xavier looked behind him to see Kent shake his head, silently telling him to stop.

Xavier looked back at you. "You don't remember because Bianca used her siren song on you."

It felt like you were crushed. You've been lied to. By your friends and girlfriend. Many things were going through your mind.

"What the fuck? What do you mean?" You asked with a shakey voice. Xavier took a breath in.

"She used her siren song on you because that night, you caught her... With me." Xavier barely whispered the last part. He watched as you took in his words. How your eyebrows twitched, How you looked at him in disgust.

"Look Y/N, it was a mistake. I didn't-"

He was cut off by you giving him a harsh slap. The sound of your hand on his face echoed in the hallway, making Kent and Divina flinch.

Your whole world is falling apart. You couldn't believe it. Everything was just fine earlier. It seemed your girlfriend was the sweetest woman you know. Now... You weren't sure.

"Tell me everything." Was all you could mutter out. Xavier only nodded, he deserved that slap. He deserved your hate.

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Summer nights would end with you swimming with your girlfriend and friends.

Well, one night, you found out Xavier was coming. He never came on these trips. Always saying he's either busy or painting.

You were more than pleased he was joining. It was nice for him to join. Although, you weren't sure if Bianca would be okay with it.

You knew they were together before. How their breakup was rough.

But when you told your girlfriend, she didn't have a negative reaction. In fact, she smiled finding out he was coming.

Back then you thought they made up. But it was more than that.

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Swimming around with Kent, you two were goofing around until you noticed your girlfriend's presence was gone. You looked around but only the twins were seen.

You excused yourself going to look for her.

You didn't notice Xavier was gone too.

Searching around your girlfriend was nowhere to be seen.

That was until you heard the sound of sticks being broken.

Slowly, you went towards the sound. You thought it was an animal. But instead, you met with a devastating sight.

Bianca was pinned against a tree and Xavier held her waist while they were making out.

You were hit by a mix of emotions. Anger, sadness, and confusion. How could she do this to you? What did you do wrong?

It was hard to even believe she would do this. But here you are watching her kiss her ex.

It seemed they heard you and they whipped their head toward you. Their eyes were wide with shame. Bianca felt her breath catch in her throat. This wasn't supposed to happen. And now she had to face the consequences.

You didn't want to be there. You were rushing away. Ignoring the pleas of your soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. Your vision was getting blurry with tears.

You get it now. Was Bianca only dating you to get back at Xavier? You should've known it was odd she started dating you right after the breakup with Xavier. She was obviously not over him.

Bianca felt the dread. The guilt building in her more while she tries to catch you. The regret was far too overwhelming. She couldn't lose you. She needs you. How was she gonna convince you it was a mistake? She couldn't.

But then the idea popped into her head.

She blinked away her tears. Yes, that could be it. She'll just use her siren song. Bianca knew it was wrong. But she needed you.

She looked down at her necklace. She was only going to do this once. She removed it frantically. She called out for you to stop.

You stopped in your tracks.

She was second-guessing her decision. Was this right? It was only one time. She needed to. But was this right for you? It's not like you'll remember.

Too many questions ran through her mind Xavier was able to catch up with her. It seemed Kent and Divina heard the commotion. They ended up seeing the situation turn out.

"Bianca? What the fuck are you doing?" Xavier asked panicked.

"I have to do this. I-I can't lose them!" Bianca cried. A single tear was able to slip out.

"Y/N, you-you never saw us."

They watched as you blinked with scrunched eyebrows. They watched as you looked at them with a confused smile.

"Um, what happened?" You asked very confusedly. They were all looking at you like you've gone mad.

"You're just drunk." Bianca whispered. Xavier looked at Bianca and back at you. He didn't know what to do. So much was happening.

You blinked a few times again. "oh, no wonder."

you laughed, you looked at Kent.

"Where are the drinks? I wouldn't mind for some more." You asked, Kent's mouth hung open. "It's over there." he pointed at the small table. He refused to look at you.

You walked towards the small table leaving them there. Bianca was putting on her necklace, she looked at them. "No one talks about this ever again. And no one tells Y/N."

The twins only agreed. They were far too spooked to disagree. Xavier on the other hand, he was feeling mixed feelings. He was still processing what had just happened.

Bianca took a breath in. Gaining her composure before making her way toward you.

The twins and Xavier were left trying to take in what just happened.

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You were in denial. There's no way that happened. But then again, it made sense. Why you couldn't remember taking a single sip of alcohol that night?

Everything was crashing down at you all at once. You felt tears forming.

"Is this true?" you asked the twins, hoping it wasn't. And that it was just some sick fucking joke.

They refused to look at you. "We're sorry Y/N." Divina whispered. The guilt they were bottling up finally took a toll on them.

You let out a shaky sigh. So it was true. Far too overwhelmed you didn't notice Bianca rush in.

Once she was your tear-stained cheeks she knew you knew you already knew.

She got the text from Divina that Xavier was trying to tell you. Once she had read the text her heart dropped.

Bianca practically ran here hoping to stop Xavier. Unfortunately for her, it was too late.

The familiar anxious feeling she felt seeing you look at her like she betrayed you.

And that's exactly what she did.

You wanted to leave. You still struggling to take in this information. So many questions ran through your mind. Why would she do this to you? Why didn't they tell you sooner? Was she still cheating on you?

"Y/N," Bianca called out for you softly. She tried reaching for you, but you quickly smack her hand away.

The mix of anger and sorrow growing in you becomes worse. You breathed heavily, more tears running down your face.

"I don't ever want to see you again." You say through gritted teeth and a weak voice. Glancing between Bianca and the others.

You felt numb walking back to your dorm room. You desperately tried to blink away the tears. Everything went all so wrong with one single conversation. The trust you had for Bianca was gone in a single moment.

Bianca tried to catch you, but Xavier grabbed her wrist. He gave her a pleading look. Silently telling her to let you go.

It was like deja vu. This time Bianca let you go. Bianca sighed, deep down she knew this was going to happen one day. You'd find out the truth.

Bianca lost you. But in reality, she lost you the moment you caught her with Xavier.

Once you reached your bed you tried to muffle your cries. You didn't want to disturb your roommate.

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You cried yourself to sleep that night. It felt like your chest was tightening non-stop.

You woke up to your second alarm. Your roommate was long gone. Your head was aching. Your eyes were puffy, a spot on your pillow was wet with tears, and your face was still stained with tears.

You sighed, you didn't have any energy left. But you still had to attend school. Lazily, you got dressed and fixed your hair. You tried washing your face in hopes your puffy eyes would go away.

Walking through the halls people gave you a few stares. It was obvious you were tired. You were hesitant to go to your first class but you still forced yourself. You made sure to sit far from Bianca. You couldn't bare to look at her.

Bianca stared at you, she saw the tiredness in your eyes. She clenched her jaw, in Bianca's mind the memory of her using her siren song on you replayed non-stop. It made her feel guilt and shame every single time.

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It wasn't long before people noticed the distance between you and Bianca. Rumors spread like wildfire about how the two of you potentially broke up.

"I heard Y/N was only using Bianca for popularity."

"What? I heard that Bianca cheated."

"I bet they were only a couple for attention."

"Didn't they get together last summer? Something must have gone wrong recently."

"Bianca sure has a thing for weird people..."

This has been going on for days. you hated it, you wished people just minded their own business. It made you hide away in the library more and more.

You scrolled through your following page and came across Enid's latest post.

'The it couple of Nevermore broke up?! What happened?'

You clenched your jaw, turning off your phone and closing your eyes. You thought to yourself,

'This will pass, and people will lose interest soon.'

That's how it always ends anyway, soon you'll just be an old rumor of Nevermore.

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The Bianca fic is longer than I thought it's currently at 1.5k words and I'm still not yet done 😭

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Porcelain and glass

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Warning(s): none but a lil angst for the up-at-midnight soul

Summary: As you watch, all your ideas of a certain goth girl even liking you was crushed as she kisses a certain guy. Feelings of betrayal and confusion overwhelm you as you desperately try to get over this girl to protect yourself and your heart. Yet you can't.

It all happened too fast. First, his hands on your... His hands were around her waist, gently pulling her closer... even closer than they stood as he leaned in and kissed her.

Her hands on his cheeks; eyes closed; she didn't seem to break away.

She held him in the exact position she'd hold you in.

His delicate hold on her as if she were porcelain; and her rough hold on him as if he'd run away or this was their last meeting.

Did she think of you when she kissed him? Is he a better kisser? What does this even mean for your little... situationship?

Did she even mean it when she said all those words and then kissed you that night on her balcony while her roommate was asleep? Did she even understand or realize the false hope she had given only to be shattered by the witnessing of this moment?

You had given the girl time... as long as the girl wanted to understand her emotions and feelings. You'd give her your lifetime... your life even. Youd dedicate everything for her. Yet these feelings were never reciprocated.

Perhaps... perhaps it was time to step back. Maybe the warmth and absence of all this confusion of what your relationship with this girl was would do you good. Perhaps you've gotten too close, too dependent on her.

You guys were never together. She could kiss who she wanted. You could kiss whoever you wanted to as well.

But you only wanted her. You wanted the cold yet warm feeling of her lips on yours. You wanted the knowledge and comfort of her existence to be solely yours. You didn't want to loose her like you lost everyone else.

She was far too precious.

She was your porcelain.

But with an accidental slip and fall, the shards of porcelain cuts.

She was that beautiful glass vase that stands so valiantly on the mantle, underneath the two swords that proudly display your ancestry.

She was the vase that with any unbalanced force can shatter and disappear from you forever. And her fragmented soul and left behind memories cuts deep into your veins.

So, you did what anyone would do, and ran from the root of your problem.

If Wednesday noticed your strange behavior, she said nothing.

She watched as you shyly asked a classmate to sit in the empty seat next to them and how you brought food up to your dorm instead of eating in the quad with your friends. She watched as the girl who used to smile and put in an effort at everything gave up.

Yet not a word was uttered.

She watched as a girl who'd find every moment to talk to her end up avoiding her. She watched as her own memories of the two of you has become so altered and lost that she forgot your voice and your inviting fragrance.

Yet she paid no attention.

She watched from afar as your late night strolls without a care in mind of the monster prowling in the woods became more frequent as you had given up on every being of yourself.

She watched as the one person she truly loved lose herself. And yet she never even bothered.

She watched as she could feel the warm embrace of death overcome her multiple times in one night as she fought to keep the school safe.

And she watched as the only person she cared for that wasn't her family or her overly annoying and overstepping roommate nearly die in front of her.

She watched as your blood stained your delicate skin and those soft lips she kissed and yearned for.

Yet her feet were rooted to the ground your breathing became ragged.

"Would you take a bullet for anyone," she once asked as they were stupidly and so clearly in love while trapped in a narrow supply closet.

"Yes," the now-dying person responded with that smile that she was certain she'd never see again. "I'll take one for those I love."

And her world came crashing around her as she bolted towards your dying body with stinging tears threatening to flow. "Why would you do that?" she'd mutter. "I told you to leave."

"I couldn't let you die," you muttered. It hurt to speak or breathe but you couldn't show her that. "I would've done it myself anyhow sooner or later. Figured this was a much glorified death than suicide," I'd mutter more to myself than anyone.

"Why did you do it?" you'd ask.

The girl that you'll cherish above anything in this bitter world looks at you in utter confusion. "Do what?"

"Kiss him."

She'd pause as if she believed that you were stupid enough to believe. But you were dying anyhow and maybe she was giving you time to process her words.

"I dont know."

You managed your best scoff, only to cough out blood.

She shifted uncomfortably. Blood was always a delightful sight, but only if it were her enemies. And you were far from that to her.

"I... I'm sorry," she iterates again.

But perhaps it's too late.

With your remaining energy, you take her hand in your bloody ones and give her one last smile. "Don't forget me too much yeah?"

And with that, your heart comes to its final thump; your eyes closed in satisfaction as the last thing you'll see would be her brown eyes that only warmed up to you. You'd hear nothing more but the release of her tears as she sobs into your chest and mutters a firm, "I won't."

She holds your hand tightly as she fails to hear and see the ragged movements of your chest.

She feels numb as someone pulls you away from her and she's dragged to the nurse's office. But her eyes are unfocused as the only thing she sees is the forgiving eyes of yours staring into hers as you pass away.

You were her glass vase, and the shards pierced every surface of her skin.

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Halfway through the bianca fic 700 words 😋

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Closing requests for now since I'm having a hard time to find the time to write 😞

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Planning to write a possessive enid fic when I'm done w all of my requests <3

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I hc that Wednesday likes to give back hugs when in private