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Personally I think I'm shockingly normal for someone who has spent every day on the internet since they were 12

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Where Light Bends Wrong - Part 16 | Wednesday Addams

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You’ve kept your secret buried and your power quiet, until Wednesday Addams came to Nevermore and turned your whole world upside down.

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“Fire will rain.”

“Huh?” I look up right as Wednesday slides into the seat next to me. 

“Fire will rain,” she repeats, “It was burned into the front lawn of the school last night.” I glance around to make sure no one is listening to us as they settle in and get ready for class.

“I know, but–”

“It must have something to do with Crackstone and the monster,” she cuts me off, pulling out her notebook and pen, which, of course, is a fancy black fountain pen.

“Mhmm…” Since our talk yesterday we’ve decided to do everything to solve this mystery together. Crackstone killed one of my own, and even though it’s been decades, I can’t let it go. It’s also the reason why I’m no longer all too bitter about what Wednesday did. Yes, I still don’t trust her fully and I’m still annoyed by it, but it’s no longer important. Not when people are literally getting killed. “So, do you know how it’s connected to Crackstone?”

Wednesday huffs in frustration and tightens her grip on her pen.  “No, not yet.”

Since Eugene was attacked, there haven’t been any new leads which is making me nervous. Something is coming, I can feel it, and I don’t like it. 

“I did however come across some very eye-opening information,” she says quietly, glancing at me.

I raise an eyebrow despite the way I want to squirm under her dark eyes.  “Do tell.”

She makes sure no one is listening before leaning closer and saying, “Weems is a shapeshifter.”

My jaw drops. “What?”

Instead of repeating herself, Wednesday adds, “It was she who appeared to us as Rowan. She’s helping cover up his murder.”

Completely bewildered, I lean back in my chair and tug on her sleeve to get her to look at me properly. She goes willingly and doesn’t pull her arm back when I keep holding onto her sleeve. “What about his parents?”

Wednesday’s eyes dart to my hand before looking back up. “They’re in on it. His telekinesis has gone to his head lately and he tried to kill me twice, so they’re not going to come out with the truth.”

I want to say something else, but then Thornhill walks in and begins her lesson. I see a flicker of surprise in her eyes when they land on Wednesday and me, sitting next to each other. It makes me realize I’m still holding onto her, so I quickly let go and sit up straighter.

Wednesday’s eyes burn into the side of my head for a moment, but then she turns back in her seat and picks up her pen again.

Thornhill starts rambling about some moon plants, but I’m only half-listening.

Weems is a shapeshifter… That explains why fake Rowan’s emotions felt so familiar when we bumped into each other after the real Rowan was killed.

Why she’s trying to cover it up isn’t a surprise since she’s always been obsessed with the school’s image. I just don’t understand why she wasn’t honest with me of all people. I thought we had a better relationship than that.

“What are you doing this afternoon?”

I snap out of my thoughts and glance to the side, finding Wednesday already looking at me with an unreadable expression.

“Not sure yet. I was going to do some homework and maybe go for a run to clear my head. Why?”

“I was planning on going to visit Eugene,” she says quietly, while Thornhill keeps teaching. And even though she doesn’t say anything else, the way she says it makes it clear she’s asking if I want to come with her.

I frown slightly. Eugene being in the hospital is a reminder of how she ditched us for the Rave’N, but after a moment, I nod and mumble that I’ll go with her.

I pause outside Eugene’s hospital room when I hear Wednesday’s quiet voice, having just stepped out to grab something to drink from the vending machine.

“I haven’t always been against birthdays. Each one reminds me I’m a year closer to death’s cold embrace,” she says, and when I peek into the room I see her sitting on the small chair I pulled up next to his bed. “I mean, what’s not to like about that?”

A soft smile tugs at my lips, but I stay back, granting her this moment with him. I know eavesdropping is wrong, but I’d be able to hear her anywhere in this hospital, so I just stay at the door.

Eugene is still in a coma, but the doctors have said he’s healing nicely and that there’s a possibility he can hear us talking to him even though he’s not conscious.

“Besides, my parents always made sure my birthdays were memorable,” she goes on, reminding me that I still need to get her a present.

Enid cornered me after class this morning and told me it was Wednesday’s birthday, but I haven’t congratulated her yet because, like I said, I don’t have a present yet and because Enid told me not to say anything until tonight because she planned a surprise party for the raven haired girl to which I’ve also been invited, of course.

“But now parties and presents and games, it…It all feels so trivial,” she says quietly, which makes my heart ache.

I might have forgiven her for what she did at the Rave’N, but there’s still some weird tension between us and I don’t know how much I can trust her. Hearing her open up like that makes me soften though since it’s a reminder that, once again, underneath all her sarcasm and wit, there’s a young woman who feels just like everyone else. 

I don’t want to invade her privacy any more than I already have, so I step into the room again, clearing my throat softly so she knows I’m back.

She doesn’t turn but her shoulders stiffen for a second before relaxing again as I step up next to her, looking at Eugene on his hospital bed. He’s still being ventilated by a machine, but his visible cuts and bruises have healed nicely, making it look like he’s simply sleeping.

Wednesday’s heartbeat flutters and I glance down at her to see her clasping her hands in her lap. Grief and guilt radiates off her, completely unfiltered for a change, so I reach out and tentatively place a hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s not your fault,” I say, making her look up. 

She sighs but doesn’t shrug off my hand as she looks back at Eugene.  

“You can’t possibly think that. If I’d been there–”

“You could have gotten hurt, too. Or worse…” I cut in, making her eyes snap back to me. There’s a vulnerable glint to them, and she blinks a couple of times, almost as if blinking back tears which makes my throat close slightly.

“What happened, happened, Wednesday.” I say, my voice dropping slightly. “We can’t change the past, but we can look forward and try our best to stop something like this from happening again.”

Wednesday unclasps her hands in her lap, her fingers twitching almost as if she’s about to raise her hand, but then someone clears their throat behind us, making both of us whirl around.

My hand drops off her shoulder and she gets off her chair, standing in front of me.

“Doctor Kinbott.” She acknowledges the therapist, who steps into the room with a bouquet of yellow-ish roses.

“I haven’t seen you since our session with our family, which was…certainly one I won’t forget,” the blonde woman says, a glint of curiosity in her eyes as her eyes dart between me and Wednesday. When they finally settle on me she says, “You must be Y/N.”

My eyes narrow because we’ve never spoken before, which makes her smile disarmingly and add, “Weems has told me all about you.”

“Hmm.” I send her a tight lipped smile and step closer to Wednesday, not liking the vibe she’s giving off. Yes, she’s acting kind, but there’s something about her that irks me.

“Well…” She clears chuckles awkwardly at my silence and turns her attention back to Wednesday. “How are things with your parents?”

“My mother and I spent some quality time together…Got our hands dirty,” Wednesday says which almost makes me chuckle, especially when Kinbot asks if they were gardening and Wednesday dryly corrects her,  “Gravedigging, actually.”

Kinbott’s eyebrows fly up, but she doesn’t comment on it as Wednesday goes on to tell her how she managed to keep her father out of prison before asking, “What brings you here?”

“Eugene’s mom’s-” Kinbott says, gesturing at the unconscious boy with a thin-lipped smile–” I’m working with them. Trauma like this leaves emotional scars on the whole family.”

She crosses the room and puts the flowers she brought into a vase on Eugene’s bedside table.

God, those flowers. They’re so…bleak. 

“They had to head home for a while so I promised I’d check in on him,” she goes on before turning back to us. 

Wednesday subtly shifts back a little since Kinbott is now closer than before. She brushes against my front and I go to move back to give her some space, but the chair is right behind me and she obviously doesn’t seem to mind the proximity.

The mood in the room has shifted, from somber before, to somewhat tense now, and Wednesday must feel it too because she glances up at me over her shoulder for a second before saying, “We’ll leave you to it.”

Kinbott eyes us with a weird glint in her eyes for a moment. Then she dips her chin and wishes us a good day as Wednesday and I leave the hospital room.

It’s not until we’re outside again, breathing in the crisp autumn air that she turns to me with a thoughtful frown pulling on her lips. “Was that strange?”

“A bit, yeah,” I admit, glancing around the town square.“But Kinbott’s a therapist, so what’d you expect? All therapists are a little weird.” 

I know therapy can be very beneficial for some people, but the experiences I’ve made so far –Therapy was mandatory when I was still in the system– have not been so pleasant. Not because the therapists were bad or anything, I just never clicked with any of them which made it impossible for me to open up and reap the benefits of therapy.

A soft snort makes my eyes widen and snap back to Wednesday. She’s got her arms crossed, but there’s an actual smile playing on her lips. “Had some bad experiences with therapists, have we?” she states rather than asks which stuns me for a second.

She’s actually joking. Or, well, kind of joking.

“I–Yeah.”

She sighs and looks away, her smile vanishing without a trace. “Tell me about it.”

Oh. 

So, she was kind of joking, but there’s some truth to what she’s saying.

Damn, if I knew things would get so emotional –first the moment before Kinbott interrupted us, and now this– I don’t know if I would have agreed to come with her.

She’s hurt me. Badly. And yet ever since it happened I keep finding myself in situations like this where we inadvertently open up to each other in some way or another.

I clear my throat when I realize I’m just staring at her and push away the fluttering feeling that spreads in the pit of my stomach. “So…Xavier? You said he might be the monster.”

Wednesday uncrosses her arms to clasp her hands in front of her. “Yes, but I don’t have any proof yet.”

I huff. It’s frustrating that we can’t seem to get closer to solving this thing. “What about Weems?”

“What about her?” 

“Could she be the monster?” I ask. “I mean, you said she was a shapeshifter.”

“She is, but I don’t think she’s the monster. She can turn into other people, not animals, or whatever that monster is. She also has alibis for all the attacks,”  she explains which makes me bite the inside of my cheek.

She’s right. Weems is not the monster. Even just thinking that was me grasping at straws because there’s no other lead and the fact that Weems has kept her ability hidden from me made me wonder what else she was hiding.

What else is she hiding?

She knows all of my secrets. She knows what I am, and I thought I could trust her, but can I really? 

There’s a cold breeze that makes Wednesday shudder and I check my watch to see that it’s getting pretty late.

“We should go,” I say. 

Wednesday nods, but says, “Wait, I want some coffee before we go.”

I raise an eyebrow since I know I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep if I had any myself, but I don’t object. I just gesture for her to lead the way and follow her across the town square and into the Weathervane.

Iris isn’t there, I realize as soon as we walk in, but Tyler is, which makes me clench my jaw. He seems to share my disdain because when his eyes harden when they land on me. I feel that familiar, suppressed rage radiating off him, but try my best to ignore it, focusing instead on Wednesday’s muted calm instead.

“Hi there. Haven’t seen you in a while.” He smiles sweetly at the raven haired girl, completely ignoring me.

“I’ve been busy. A quad over ice, please. To go,” she states, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t fill me with some satisfaction how Tyler’s face drops a little at how short she’s being.

“Okay…” He eyes me reluctantly and adds, “Anything for you?”

I shake my head and move to the side of the counter while he gets to work. 

Wednesday chews on her bottom lip, deep in thought, and I watch her for a second, taking in her angular face and the way her freckles dote her nose and cheekbones before touching her elbow gently to get her to look at me.

“What are you thinking?” I ask quietly, shifting closer when I see Tyler glancing at us from behind the coffee machine.

“How we’re going to move forward,” she says. “I’ve been thinking of ways to contact Goody and I think I’m going to hold a séance when we get back.”

I quirk up an eyebrow. “A séance?”

“Yes. To talk to Goody.” She looks out of the café’s windows and watches an elderly man stroll past.

“Have you done something like that before?” I ask which makes her nod. “And? Did it work?”

Her dark eyes find mine again, and for a second I’m scared she might be annoyed at all my questions, but then she just nods again and says, “Yes. I have a feeling trying to contact Goody will be in vain though. She seems to evade me every time I need her most, but it’s the only lead I have at the moment.”

“Hmm.” I don’t know what else to say because I’m not sure I really believe séances work, but then again, who am I to doubt her when we literally attend a school with werewolves and other outcasts. A séance working isn’t really as far fetched as one might think, but I can’t help but be sceptical anyway.

“Here you go.”

Tyler’s voice makes both of us turn. Wednesday takes the to-go cup he’s holding out and goes to pay him, but he shoots her a saccharine smile and says, “Don’t worry. It’s on the house.”

Wednesday eyes him with barely veiled suspicion, before thanking him quietly and turning to leave without another word.

I follow her and even though I’ve grown to dislike Tyler recently, I push my pride aside in favor of being polite and say, “Bye, Tyler.”

He doesn’t say anything back, and just watches me leave with a bitter frown.

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face reveal i guess (i'm the one on the right) cause i'm feeling pretty

my boss (we don't even get along) invited me to a concert and we're meeting later and i'm overthinking my outfit since she asked me this morning

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my boss (we don't even get along) invited me to a concert and we're meeting later and i'm overthinking my outfit since she asked me this morning

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It's impressive how Neil Gaiman vanished from the internet. Wish Rowling would do the same.

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A Beacon in the Dark |21|

Pairing: Joey x Reader

Summary: Joey likes helping people, it's what she's best at. Hunting down the monsters of myth and legend might be the best way to save people.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 4.4k+

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You let out a sigh as you smoothed out your wrinkle free shirt. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, black shirt, black pants, black shoes, it might have been too much black. You glanced back at the shirts laid out on your bed, a white one, a navy one, and a maroon one. You had tried them all on multiple times, standing and turning in the mirror like one of them would suddenly magically speak to you. They were all inherently the same, a simple long-sleeved button-down shirt, the only difference was the color. A shirt color could change everything though, if you wore the wrong one you could clash with Joeys outfit, or it could clash with the rest of your outfit.

You glanced down, maybe the shirt didn’t matter, maybe the problem was the pants or even the shoes. Your eyes slid over to the dresser that held your pants, the drawer with the nicer dress pants still open and a couple pant legs hanging out from when you started digging around in there. There were colors to match each of the shirts, though you thought doing so would have been a bit much. There were also a couple different shades of black that had you beginning to debate whether everything truly went with black, or if it was certain shades of black that made them different. There was a chance you were just wearing the wrong shade of black and if you changed your pants to the right shade then the rest of the outfit would come together.

“You’re spiraling,” Grace’s voice cut through your internal debate about pants and shades of black.

You jumped at her voice, your eyes instantly finding hers in the mirror. She had made her way into your room and stood directly behind you. Grace gave you a knowing smile and turned you around so you could no longer see yourself. She ran her hands over your shoulders and down your arm, brushing off the invisible dust.

“I just want everything to be perfect,” you mumbled.

It had been a little bit since you asked Joey out and now it was finally time. There were no monsters, it wasn’t a school night, and a neighbor was going to come stay with Caleb for a few hours. You had chosen a nice restaurant, the kind of place that would turn you away for wearing a t-shirt and jeans. You didn’t want to go too fancy, you didn’t want to get there and not be able to pronounce a single thing on the menu or when the waiter brought out the course look down only to find out it would be consumed in two bites.

“It’ll be fine,” Grace said, giving you a soft smile.

You let out a shaky breath and glanced down at your outfits one last time. It wasn’t a bad outfit, but you weren’t sure if it was good enough for a first date.

“You look fine,” Grace said. You flicked your eyes up giving her an unsure look.

“You have been on a date before, right?” Grace joked.

You huffed out a laugh, flexing your fingers to stop the shaking. “It’s been a while,” you admitted.

You flirted. You did that all the time. Whether it was for a job to get close to a target or just for fun, you had no issues flirting. You had done the same when you first met Joey and several times since then. Flirting didn’t mean anything though, it was just good fun. But a date was real. It’s what you wanted sure, but that didn’t mean you were in any way prepared for it to happen.

“I’m sure you remember how to do it,” Grace said. “It’s just Joey.” You let out a nervous chuckle. She was right, it was just Joey but on the other hand, it was Joey.

“What are you getting up to tonight while I’m gone?” You asked, trying to distract your mind with something new.

You turned around, facing the mirror again so Grace could smooth out the back of your shirt. “I have a lead I’m going to run down.”

Your eyes snapped up. Grace was still smoothing out your shirt, not seeming to hear her own words. When she finally finished, she looked up, meeting your gaze in the mirror. “It’s nothing,” Grace assured. “I’ll be fine.”

You held her gaze, not at all convinced. Grace was more than capable, she was absolutely terrifying, her own one-woman army. You still didn’t like when she went off on her own, especially tonight when you would be away and not easily able to get to her if needed.

“I’ve done this before,” she said. You sucked in a breath; she had been doing this a lot longer than you.

She turned you around, her eyes softening as she now stared directly into your own. “Enjoy your date,” she said. “You deserve it.” You opened your mouth, but she shook her head, clearly not wanting to hear any excuse you’d come up with. “It’s just a lead. I’ll be fine.”

Your jaw twitched as a battle raged in your head. You finally let out a defeated sigh when Grace gave you a pointed look, there was no arguing with her. “Call if something feels off,” you whispered. “Please?”

You wanted tonight to be perfect; you had it all planned out. You wouldn’t hesitate to leave mid-dinner if Grace needed you though. Joey would understand. She probably wouldn’t be happy, and it might cost you from ever getting a date with her again, but she’d understand.

“Fine,” Grace reluctantly agreed. “Now go,” she nodded towards the door. “You can’t be late for your first date.”

You huffed out a laugh but hesitated to move. She gave you a pointed look that finally got you moving. You were going to try making the best of the night, but you had a feeling your mind would be focused on what Grace was doing over anything else.

When you got to your car you turned up the radio, attempting to focus on the music and drown out any worries about Grace. She would be fine, you didn’t even know what the lead was. If it was dangerous, Grace would have told you. She could be meeting with someone she’s familiar with that might have information, she could be doing a small stakeout. Just because she was following a lead alone didn’t mean it was inherently dangerous.

It seemed music failed at distracting your mind because before you knew it you were pulling up outside Joey’s apartment and your mind had yet to stop thinking about Grace. You turned off the car and took a deep breath in and then out, tonight was all about Joey, everything would be fine.

You looked around, suddenly realizing you didn’t get flowers or anything of the sort. You let your head flop against the steering wheel. Flowers were classic and yet you managed to forget them. You weren’t even on the date officially and you were already screwing it up.

You dragged yourself out of the car since Joey agreed to allowing you to properly pick her up at her door. You gave yourself a once over, smoothing out your shirt one last time before making your way to the door. You checked the time for the hundredth time, making sure you weren’t too early. You knew you wouldn’t be late; you spent an embarrassing amount of time making sure that didn’t happen, but you didn’t want to be showing up to her doorstep over half an hour early.

When you got to the door you let out a shaky breath before gently knocking. It was just Joey. You knew Joey. Joey was fun. Joey pretended she didn’t like you but secretly tolerated you. You spent time together. You spent so much time together. You knew each other. More importantly she knew you. She was the one person you didn’t have to worry about learning your secret. She saw you. She saw the worst version of you, and she was still willing to go out with you, more important she allowed you to meet her son.

“Hey,” Joey greeted as she opened the door.

Your mouth fell open, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of her. You didn’t even notice her still putting her earrings on. She was wearing a sleek black dress, it hung off her shoulders, and the long sleeves somehow made it stylish yet sophisticated. You swallowed a lump, suddenly aware how underdressed you were compared to her.

“You, okay?” She asked, snapping you out of your daze.

You cleared your throat but still couldn’t seem to form any words. You gave a shake of your head, you forgot flowers and you had yet to greet her, you were off to a great start so far. Joey raised an eyebrow, giving you a hesitant look.

“You’re just…” you managed to finally get out. “You look…” your eyes respectfully raked over her body. “You…” you sucked in a breath, but it was as if the wind was knocked out of you. “Wow.”

Joey ducked her head down, her body shaking with silent laughter. You straightened your back, maybe you hadn’t completely ruined everything yet.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she complimented when she finally looked at you again.

You huffed out a laugh. You knew she was just being nice; she was wearing what she was, and you were in a shirt and pants, you hardly compared to her.

“Are you ready?” You asked. “If not, no rush I-”

Joey rested a hand on your arm and anything else you might have said quickly died. “Let me just grab my bag,” she said.

The door closed as she went to grab her bag. You couldn’t help but rock back and forth on your feet as you waited for her return. It was only a moment before Joey was exiting, a small black bag that matched her dress slung over her shoulder.

You silently held out your arm for her to grab. She looked at it then back up at you before wrapping her arm around it. You tried not to visibly show how happy her accepting your arm made you, but based on the small smile on her face you failed. You led her down to your car and even made sure to open the door for her.

You drove in silence, the only sound coming from the radio. “You know you didn’t have to go all out like this,” Joey said. “I’d have been happy with pizza and a movie.”

“Good to know,” you said. That definitely sounded like a great date idea, but that was a future date when you knew her taste in movies. If you took her to one on her first date, you’d want to make sure it was something she’d enjoy.

“But I didn’t go all out,” you clarified.

You didn’t want her to think you were trying too hard. You weren’t. You really didn’t go all out. Part of you wanted to but you knew that would be a bad idea. You kept things simple but nice. That’s what a first date should be.

You got lucky finding a spot on the street to park that was only a couple minutes’ walk from the restaurant. When you got out of the car you ran around to the other side, opening the door for Joey before she could do it for herself. She gave you a grateful smile and even took your hand when you offered it to help her out of the car.

You walked to the restaurant, Joey not taking her hand off your arm until you reached the front door. You gave your name to the hostess and instantly the server was leading the two of you to a table. The two of you were seated at a table for two, pressed against the wall towards the back of the restaurant, close to the bar but not so close that your conversation would be drowned out by the noise.

You mouthed a thank you as the server handed each of you a menu and left to get you both waters. Before either of you could even open your mouths, the server was back, placing a glass of water in front of each of you and a basket of bread in the middle of the table with a little silver platter next to it.

You lifted the tiny lid of the platter and hummed at the sight of a couple packs of butter. “Fancy,” you commented. Joey chuckled at you as you grabbed one of the packs and a piece of the already sliced bread. “This is probably the fanciest place I’ve ever been.”

Joey shook her head as she continued to scan over the menu. “You didn’t need to do all this,” she said.

She looked around, her eyes scanning over the exposed brick walls and the dim lighting. The pristine white tablecloths over every table only helped to set the romantic mood. Everyone around them was dressed just as nice if not nicer than them. Everyone was coupled up, there were no groups getting together for a business meeting or to celebrate someone’s birthday, and there were no children running around, it was all couples on a date, maybe for the first time like you and Joey, or celebrating an anniversary of some sort.

You shrugged. “But you deserve it,” you whispered, quickly dropping your head back to your own menu.

You skimmed over the menu. You were right, you could pronounce everything on the menu. However, there were some items that though you figured out how to pronounce, you had no idea what they actually were. By the time the server returned you had decided on something you were familiar with while Joey ordered some sort of pasta dish.

“So,” you said, tapping your fingers against the table. “What’s new?”

Joey raised an unimpressed eyebrow as you. “That’s the best you got?” She asked. “Is this like your first date ever?”

You huffed out a laugh as you tried to hide your reddening cheeks. “It’s been a while.”

“How long?”

You glanced up, trying to decipher is she was serious. She raised an expectant eyebrow at you, telling you she did in fact want you to answer the question. “I don’t know,” you shrugged. “A few years?” You furrowed your brow. “I honestly don’t remember.”

“Wait…” Joey scrunched her eyebrows together as if she was trying to work something out. “A few years?” You nodded. “Does that mean you haven’t dated anyone since you turned?”

You gave a small nod, keeping your eyes glued to the small fork on the table. “I mean…” you shrugged. “It’s not like I can keep it a secret forever and do you know anyone willing to put up with something like that?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

Your eyes finally flicked up to meet Joey’s. “Well, clearly you’re crazy.” That brought a laugh out of her, making you smile.

You weren’t wrong though. A normal person would rightfully run away the second they learned what you were, actually they’d probably run just from all the secrets being kept. And any sane person would run after you almost killed them. Joey clearly wasn’t normal though.

“Why did you agree to go out with me after…” you trailed off, not wanting to say something someone could overhear.

Joey brought her water glass to her lips, clearly wanting to drag this out. She didn’t even look at you until she sat the glass back down on the table. “Because you’re good,” she said, as if it were so simple.

She spoke as if it were true. You’d never define yourself as good, there was no way you could be good after everything you’ve done. Good people didn’t have blood on their hands.

“You’re kind and caring,” Joey continued. “And I told myself I wasn’t looking for anyone. I was done with relationships. The only thing I cared about was focusing on Caleb.” You smiled at that, even before meeting her you could tell how hard Joey was working on prioritizing Caleb. “And you understood that,” Joey whispered. “I know I stressed about getting to him on time but even when I didn’t you always made sure I was where I needed to be.”

You shrugged. It was the least you could do, she was putting her life in danger every time she went on a job with you. You didn’t even think about it half the time, you were just aware of what time it was and knew where and when Caleb needed to be picked up. You weren’t even sure when you learned the schedule like that.

“So, despite what I wanted,” Joey sighed. “You somehow managed to win me over just by being your stupidly charming self.”

You gave a shy smile at that. You weren’t sure what to say, you had never been complimented so much. You didn’t think Joey would like you trying to disagree with her, even though you did in fact disagree with her on more than half of what she said.

“So,” you leaned forward, whispering as if you were going to reveal a secret. “Since we’re on an official date.” Joey furrowed her brow but learned across the table so she could hear you. “Am I allowed to call you Ana?”

Joey slumped back into her seat with a playful eye roll. You gave her an innocent grin, hoping to convince her. She let out a tired sigh as if she were exasperated by your antics.

“I guess I can allow that,” she finally conceded, but not without adding another eye roll.

A second later the server came out with the food, setting delicious looking plates in front of both of you. She offered a bottle of wine which you politely declined. If Joey wasn’t going to drink, then you wouldn’t as well.

Over the course of dinner conversation flowed effortlessly. You answered any questions Joey had, though she seemed to be keeping it casual for now, focusing on things like your favorite movie and what not. You made sure to ask her the same questions but also ask about Caleb and how he was doing. She went on and on about him, telling you more about their time at the carnival and even some things she hoped to do with him in the future.

Toward the end of dinner, the server came back around, setting a smaller dessert menu in front of each of you. There were only a handful of options, all of which sounded delicious. You and Joey each chose a dessert and continued talking as you waited for them to come out.

The dessert came out ready and perfect within minutes. You practically inhaled yours because one second it was in front of you and the next it was all gone. Joey took her time, eating her dessert like a normal human instead of devouring it like an animal.

When the server brought the check, you snatched it up before Joey even had time to turn her head. You could feel her shooting you a glare as you tucked your card in the sleeve and handed it all back to the server before she even had the chance to leave the table.

You gave Joey an innocent smile. “How’s your dessert?” you asked.

She gave you a disapproving look as she finished chewing. “It’s delicious,” she finally answered.

When the server came back you quickly signed your name and left a decent sized tip. By the time you were done Joey had finished her dessert and was ready to go. You offered her your arm and led her out of the booth and then the restaurant. The two of you naturally slowed your pace as you made your way back to the car.

When you finally reached your car you opened the door for Joey, doing a dramatic gesture for her to get in. She rolled her eyes but there was a smile on her face as she stepped up into the Jeep. You hopped in the driver’s side and went on your way, glancing at the clock only once to see that you’d be getting Joey back at a reasonable hour.

The two of you drove back in a comfortable silence. Whenever you glanced out of the side of your eye you saw Joey looking out the window and up at the lights of the city. She had a small smile on her face, one that she didn’t wear too often, it was like you were seeing a secret part of her.

All too soon you were pulling up to her apartment and your night was coming to an end. You turned off the car and ran around to the other side to open the door for her once again. You held out your hand to help her out and then hand in hand you walked her into her apartment complex and all the way up to her apartment.

The two of you stood outside her door, you flexed your hand that was currently in hers. The faint sound of some show, it seemed to be a cartoon of some sort, could be heard. Joey looked at her door where the sound was coming from and rolled her eyes. You didn’t imagine Joey being strict with bedtimes and such things with Caleb, but you’d wager a guess that he was up much later than he usually was.

“I had fun tonight,” you whispered. “I hope you enjoyed it as well.” Your eyes dropped to the floor, she didn’t let on to anything throughout dinner but part of you wondered if she actually enjoyed it or if tonight only showed her how much she doesn’t want this with you.

“I had fun as well,” Joey said. Your eyes lit up as you snapped them back to her. “Probably the best date I’ve ever been on.”

You weren’t sure how much praise that actually was considering her ex, but you would take it, and it was doing wonders for your ego at the moment. “Does that mean I’ve earned myself a goodnight kiss?”

Joey rolled her eyes and without a word leaned forward and captured your lips. Unlike the first time you were prepared, instantly leaning forward and melting into her touch. You rested a hand on her hip, holding her steady while she gripped your shirt. The kiss was soft and slow and the complete opposite of your first kiss. It had only lasted a few seconds but in the moment, it felt like forever.

“Be careful getting home,” Joey whispered against your lips. She stole one more quick kiss before disappearing through her apartment door, leaving you dazed with a stupid smile on your face in the hallway.

You never lost that smile as you walked back to the car and even on the drive back to Grace’s. You barely remembered the drive back; it all passed in a blur. The next thing you knew you were parking in your usual spot outside of the mansion and making your way up the stone steps to the front door.

When you pushed open the front door you furrowed your brow, tilting your head, it was completely silent. You quickly made your way towards Grace’s office, not even bothering to knock as you burst through the door.

Your eyes scanned the room. Grace obviously wasn’t there. She was running down a lead, something she had done plenty of times, something she would have been done with before the end of your date. You homed in on the papers scattered across her desk. When you rounded the desk you brushed the papers aside, getting a look at the map and Grace’s handwritten notes. She had an address written down and an area circled on the map, it was still in New York, maybe an hour’s drive at most, she should have been back by now.

You were already slipping your phone out of your pocket as you clicked on her laptop. You clicked on Grace’s name without even looking, she was your only emergency contact after all. You tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder as you typed in Grace’s password. Several links popped up when the call went to voicemail. You dropped the phone back into your hand, Grace never sent you to voicemail, not when one of you was out in the field.

“Where are you?” you asked. “I’m going to call until you answer me.” You started clicking the windows she had open on her laptop, trying to figure out exactly what she was investigating. “If you don’t call me back in five minutes I’m coming after you.” You ended the call and proceeded to call again.

It went to voicemail again. So, you called again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Your gripped tightened around the phone as you heard Grace’s voicemail once again. It had been ten minutes, and you had no idea how many times you had called her. Every single call rang until going to voicemail.

You let out a growl and shoved the stack of books on the right side of the desk to the floor. You closed your eyes and gripped both sides of the table, you could hear your claws lightly scratching the wood as you tried to focus on your breathing.

You released a shaky breath and finally opened your eyes. You could feel your teeth wanting to come out, but your claws had retracted. You tapped your phone again and scrolled to the only other contact you had saved.

“What’s wrong?” Joey answered after two rings.

“Grace is gone,” you said. You still couldn’t tell what she was investigating but it involved a house out in the middle of nowhere, the same place circled on the map. You sent the location she had pinned on her laptop to your phone. “I’m going after her.”

“Pick me up on the way.”

You opened your mouth but could only let out a huff. You didn’t want to seem too controlling by telling her she couldn’t come with you. You didn’t know what you were walking into though, Grace could handle herself and it seemed something had gotten the jump on her.

“I’m going with you,” Joey said, leaving no room for you to argue.

“Fine,” you conceded. “I’ll be there in twenty.” You hung up before Joey could question you. She did not live that close, but nothing was going to stop you from making it back to her apartment in that time frame.

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[radsoldier]

She who fell in silence (l)

pairing: Wednesday Addams x FemReader!

summary: After the bitter loss for Crackstone and ultimate triumph for Nevermore. Wednesday felt so out of place, and she failed to recognize the reasoning behind it—but in the end, she awakened to reasons to stay.

A/N: been a while.. change of aesthetic?? y'all likeyy?? ooc wednesday, (weds pov, buttt the half bit's on thirdpov, js a little mix if y'all don't mind).

Warnings!: literally nothing other than my writing, per usual, again ooc wednesday.. (y'all can tell me if there are warnings I should put up!) inaccurate versions of fallen angels, keep in mind that idk what the heck im doing, js use ur imaginations its fine!

wc: 2.6k

part 2 || Masterlist

Ever since Nevermore, ever since I've been held captive here it's all been nothing but a nuisance.

My cello wasn't helping me relieve tension as much as it did then, Thing and Enid were becoming unbearable with every passing second, I had no objection since, but change is inevitable.

I heavily sighed as I combed my bangs with my fingers, inhaling deeply as I felt my fingers soak in sweat, but the wind was further from being warm enough for me to be drenching so much.

Decompressing was all I've done this weekend, and it wasn't working, not a shred was. A trip to Jericho didn't suffice, nor did aiding Eugene with his bees, even with Enid's banters—it all ended with a bittersweet taste on the tip of my tongue.

These things didn't always feel so critical to me, not after defeating Crackstone. This extends beyond that, that I required a departure, for no more than a single night. It was all too ineffable, too complex.

I took ahold of my sweater, not sparing any glances on the confused looks thrown at me. All sensations merged into a formless mist, I didn't care what they'd told me before I had closed the door, about my safety, was it?

Death trembles in my presence.

Somehow, a part of me was torn away from me the night I defeated Crackstone. And it eludes my grasp that missing piece that's slowly killing me.

It unsettled me profoundly, vague and smudged, uncertain, like an aspect of my being was divided—slowly succumbing to the depths of hell.

I wasn't aware of my surroundings as I should've been, which resulted in me being in this peculiar encounter.

"What's a girl like you doing here, out in the cold?"

What seemed to be a girl my age—too nosy for her own good, stood tall and mighty by the tree's branch, clothing all in pitch black. It peaked my interest on how out of the ordinary this interaction is. It's uncanny, as though this experience echoes a distant reverie. But, that interest didn't linger much further, the girl looked harmless after all. I scoffed and turned to leave to take another route away from this girl, not one bit was I threatened nor invested by some lunatic perched atop a tree's log.

"Hey, I asked you a question."

"My presence here is entirely unrelated to you." Letting out an annoyed huff, I exhaled sharply in irritation. "At least share your name with me?" I don't need to double-take, her voice was devoid of warmth, at that I almost pitied her.

Almost.

So much for a night stroll.

_

"Wednesday, where have you been?! We were worried sick!"

I hum, not daring to spare them even just an ounce of an empathetic glance. "You could've been really hurt back there." Enid presses while trying to make eye contact with me, failing miserably. "I don't need you mothering me, Sinclair. I possess the ability to manage independently."

I huffed in annoyance, how come I've defeated Crackstone and still have worried remarks thrown my way? I am an Addams.

"We're just looking out for you. You haven't been yourself lately, you've been brooding and grumpy at everything, every time! And that's a bad thing, for me and Thing, at least.. As your roomie slash bestie, I'll be on edge. Let me care for you, Wednesday."

Exhausting, each day mirrored the one before, an endless repetition. I thrived for the thrill of mystery and gore, now I rot in my room thinking I could solve everything all in one night, it's so blood curling as I appear unable to make any meaningful advancements.

Now all I want to do is leave this wretched town and never come back, ever again.

"If you'd thought of caring for me for a minute, I would prefer if you stopped reiterating the same concerns, it's infuriating me." Stepping away from Enid, I took off my sweater and placed it somewhere on my bed that I didn't care enough to look, then groggily made my way to my desk.

"Wed—!"

"It's my writing time, silence would much be preferred at the moment." I still devoted myself into my writing time, even when I've had my time today, I still had this itch to write more, to express everything all over again.

I heard Enid huff and puff while fixing herself to her bed, I quietly sighed as I began typing away from the essence of existence, onto the vision I've created.

_

Time seemed to be keen on agitating me every passing second, it was like watching paint dry and my patience were gnawing thin.

I wasn't always favourable of learning something in class that I already knew the answers to, what I needed was to explore myself more, every inch and ounce of emotion radiating off of me was becoming unbearable.

Whilst the forest became some place I tend to visit often, I can't help but feel a sense that I was being watched every time I step foot in that godforsaken woodland. I was too guarded not to notice, but why was it that I felt wary when in results I'd see nothing out of the ordinary.

Each night afforded me the opportunity for reflection, it was all in the grasp of my hands, however tonight, I was unable to fully analyse my thoughts, something was pulling me back. Perhaps it was the lack of emotion on putting up with the people that shows that they care about me. That somehow, they hoped in someway, I changed.

Tonight, is different. The moon's gleaming light, the wind's embrace, all seen and felt in one night. While the wolves howled and growled, with the owls coos and the leaves' soft rustling.

I felt indifferent, but that didn't last, an unsettling emotion inside of me growing at a pace I can't keep up with.

Werewolves.

Unfortunately, I failed to register it sooner. Tonight's full moon.

However, before I could turn and break into a sprint, a werewolf twice my size gallops right in front of me, its razor-sharp teeth glossing, waiting to gnaw at something.

Not a minute to waste, the howler lunged itself towards me, but before it could've marked it's territory with mauling me to death, a figure appeared right at the last second, then I felt myself being lifted up from the scene unfolding.

The scent of my saviour, the caress of their hair down to my neck. My eyes sealed shut as I felt a soft impact with the ground, which, not at all felt like the ground.

"You can open your eyes now." Their voice sounds... familiar?

I made a sharp sudden glance, tilting my head lightly, it was that girl. And, against all odds, we were lodged high in the branches of a tree. I stepped to the side and held on the tree with my right hand for support.

She lets go of me and cheekily smiles at me, she was taller than I anticipated. "You're welcome."

"I had no intention of inquiring about your rescue." I say with a huff. And suddenly, the realization finally struck. "You. You've been the one stalking me like some madman, weren't you?"

She hummed with amusement and enthusiasm, "Mhm! And I'm glad I did, you should be glad too—"

"Get me down. Now." Initially, I would've been curious to how we got into such a position, but it died down quickly realising how childish this psycho actually is.

She took ahold of both my wrist and led them to grab onto her shoulders, her hands finding it's way onto my hips, but before I could protest, I felt a gush of wind suddenly making me hold onto her tighter.

Perhaps it was the dark that really blinded me to who or what was in front of me.

She looked...

"You're surprisingly weightless.. You.. can let go now."

I cleared my throat and jolted away from the feathered girl, she had gloves on—almost seemed as if she didn't plan on having much contact with anybody.

She looked rather divine under the moon's gaze if you'd really give the time to view such-

"Do you, uhm... want me to accompany you back?"

I lightly huffed, seeing how nervous she seemed, says so much.

How coy, with what seemed like a winged beast however, only merely a voice soft as a whisper, like a shadow that invites the chase.

But I showed no interest, I spun my heel, quietly but quickly making my way back in the school grounds.

I hear soft crunches of leaves trailing behind me. "You know, it's impolite to have a girl ask questions and not be answered a second time."

"I've been made aware." I shiver from the cold breeze, gritting my teeth as I shove my hands into my hoodie's pockets. I feel a presence, or rather a wing luming over me. I furrowed my brows as I turned my head towards the girl.

"You're cold, are you not? The heat of my wings can help you." She lightly says, with her hands tucked away from behind her.

"I'm Y/N by the way."

I wanted to be cautious and guarded, I did. But, maybe this was something, for a moment that could help me feel at ease, that didn't immediately send me spiraling.

I felt my lips, faintly upturn. And this time, I didn't try to stop it.

. . .

Much to my demise, I find myself intrigued and rather impatient. That I had the need to get into that woodland again. To see that dreadwing.

But to my dismay, I didn't feel any eyes luming over me. A possibility, she may have finally found the forest depressing and uninteresting.

I decided to walk around the woods, to seek out answers and to loosen up. Yet, in the past hour, I have been reduced to nothing but unease and clammy hands.

Whatever parasite that's crawling in my skin right now is, I'm finding it unpleasant. I express this with the utmost conviction.

The walk back to the school grounds felt heavy, and wet, considering the weather wasn't too favourable of me tonight. I huffed as I felt my soggy socks up to my core, to my teeth.

I feel agitated, about everything. And my clothes sticking too much into me isn't helping.

It only took a mere sharp turn for me to start erupting, an obnoxious outcast is in my way.

I let out a grunt, as I was taken aback.

"I urge you to move, you imbecile." I grumbled out and heaved while I shut my eyes, I couldn't grasp what was tormenting me. It's too cold out, thus I couldn't think with precision. I scoffed, ready to snark out petty remarks, but..

There Y/N was, in a black and white nevermore uniform much like mine with her black silked gloves on, her brows furrowed, her black flowy wings twitching subtly, as if dumbfounded she'd met me this way.

Why is she in a nevermore uniform?

"You attend Nevermore?"

I stood, stunned. Mistakenly asking without the intention of actually knowing if she does or not.

Like a child who just got offered candy, her eyes lit up, seemingly excited somebody's finally asked her.

She hummed and nodded in agreement. "I just enrolled, someone showed me around, and! while I wore my uniform! looks good doesn't it?"

"Morbid."

"You say that like we aren't wearing the same ones."

Rolling my eyes, I sighed and continued my walk to my dormitory, leaving the dumbfounded girl alone, while my chest caved in as my heart wrenched itself free.

I am experiencing heightened emotions, perhaps it was the weather with its frivolity, and these obnoxious clothes embedding itself on me.

_

The next day didn't guarantee that undying pleased emotion that bugged me the moment my eyes opened. If anything, it's intolerably provoking.

There that walking bird was, walting through the door whilst the class was just about to start, the way these misfits didn't dare miss a second to gawk. As if, profane and profuse envy.

Perhaps resentment, with the way her wings perfectly harmonise every aspect of her being, who wouldn't envy such wings? Desires dressed in bitterness.

"Is this seat taken?"

I lightly tilted my head towards her, a piercing look staring right at her. But, she didn't seem fazed, I scoffed and turned my attention back to my textbook, hearing the girl softly titter, and the chair beside me scraping.

Throughout the lesson, I couldn't help but inspect her further from my visual periphery, with the sound of her feathers lightly ruffling, how her finger taps impatiently on the desk, how her eyes roam through every bit and particle in the room, how her skin looked so fascinatingly soft and smooth-

"Hey, can you teach me more about botany after class ends?"

I subtly shook my head, my wandering mind leaving a shiver to my nape.

I readjust on my seat, while I feel eyes lingering on me.

"No."

My brows twitched in amusement, and my lips itching to let out a sigh. On my peripheral vision, she wore the expression of a puppy caught mid-mischief, scolded but still stubborn.

Class ended, but this bird didn't seem to take the hint.

"Come on, please? You're the only person I know here! And I-"

"Would you just still your tongue." I grumbled out such displeasure. I always take into account of the times I've been in a moment of dissatisfaction, but this was breaking my sanity, too much.

_

Things were a little under the weather for Wednesday, it had been a week since you had asked her for botany notes and such.

After you asked, you didn't bother asking again, instead, you began asking Bianca Barclay herself, asked if she had extra time for tutoring you. And that's what set Wednesday ablaze.

She disliked every passing second she'd seen you with Bianca, laughing and giggling, walking to class together. She didn't understand how one mere tutor could lead to that. She loathed it.

"Howdy Roomie!" Enid skips and squeaks while calling out for Wednesday, the raven haired girl only letting out a grumble.

"Well someone here woke up on the wrong side of the bed, what's got your mind tied up in a knot?" She snickers while already knowing the answer. "Hmm, maybe a certain black winged beaut can help you out?—"

"You clearly don't know what you're saying. I'm fine, and I don't need anybody's help."

No. She didn't take a tolerable liking towards you, not ever.

"Fine, just don't say I didn't tell you so!"

Before Wednesday quipped a remark, Enid's already strutted herself away from her. She scoffed and began turning to leave, but abruptly halts when she hears you laughing just inches away from her, she glances up and sees you with that loathsome siren. Again.

The ache in her heart couldn't find the reason why. Why every time you pass by her with your welcoming grin would send her knees to buckle, why each time you tear your lingering gaze away from her and towards that siren, the smug look she receives from Barclay without fail, makes her blood curl. The way Bianca swiftly hooks her hand to your forearm, taunting her, ridiculously excruciating—due to the fact that you didn't give enough effort to push her away.

Well that was what Wednesday felt, yet she didn't dare speak a word.

Yet, your concerned gaze goes unnoticed by the Addams. Too busy understanding something much more complex, some thing she wants to annihilate to bits.

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A/N: not proofread idk im too lazy and its too long, deleting ts if i can't get a second or even a third part out LMAOO ts hs been in my drafts for MONTHS.

[radsoldier]

roommate | w.a

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X reader

Status: request

A/n: i come back?

Wednesday season 2

"You must be the new roommate?" murmured a girl with a cheerful tone.

Y/n raised an eyebrow slightly, jaw tight, nose wrinkled. Her y/c eyes slid from the room—split in two by a ribbon—back to the girl who had spoken. She blinked, eyeing her with curiosity: A full-toothed smile, bright blue eyes, blonde hair streaked with purple, pink and blue.

Too cheerful, Y/n thought. She looks like she crawled out of a bad sitcom. That last thought tugged the corners of her lips into a small, amused smile.

"Yeah, I'm Y/n Y/l/n," she muttered, forcing a smile in an attempt to appear friendly. The girl squealed with excitement, bouncing toward her. Her blonde hair swayed with her light steps and Y/n felt nearly overwhelmed by her energy. "Nice to meet you! I'm Enid Sinclair, one of your roommates!" she exclaimed, her smile unwavering.

She extended her arm, offering a handshake.

Y/n frowned, letting her gaze travel from the girl’s outstretched left arm up to her face, watching the smile falter as the silence stretched. It doesn’t take much to shake her, Y/n thought. She already feels awkward holding her arm out. Impressive. Y/n pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, then popped it against her palate. She bit her lower lip, suppressing a smirk and finally ended the torture. She extended her right arm and took the girl’s hand, giving it a firm shake.

Enid let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Y/n watched her with mild amusement, then let her gaze drift down to study the girl’s outfit: a uniform of vertical black and purple stripes, the Nevermore Academy crest proudly sewn onto the left side of her jacket. The jacket was paired with a white blouse, a black bow at the collar, and a pleated skirt.

Fits her perfectly, Y/n thought. A punch of color to the eye.

She let go of Enid's hand and turned her attention to the large room she'd now be living in. A towering gothic-style window dominated the front wall, cut down the center by a black ribbon that split the room into two perfectly contrasting halves—like someone had drawn a precise line between light and shadow. On the left: an explosion of color. Walls covered in bright posters, pastel pillows scattered everywhere, a bed with bubblegum-pink sheets, and decorative fairy lights running along the headboard. Even the air smelled faintly of cotton candy and glitter.On the right: the complete opposite. A neatly made bed with charcoal-gray sheets, a dark desk topped with a typewriter and a stack of books—some old, leather-bound, others piled like a sacred offering. The wardrobe, massive and dark brown, looked more like a sarcophagus than a piece of furniture.

A third bed had been wedged into the corner between the two clashing aesthetics. Neither light nor shadow. A limbo.

Interesting, Y/n mused with a slight smirk. Now I really want to meet the mind behind the gothic side.

"So where are you from? What’s your power? Do you like it here?" Enid asked all at once, her blue eyes sparkling.

Y/n gave her a side glance, then let out a low hum from her throat. "I'm from around here. Telekinesis. Don’t know yet," she replied flatly.

Enid was about to speak again, but the slow, ominous creak of the door interrupted her.Then came the sound—rhythmic, deliberate: slow, heavy, symmetrical footsteps.

Y/n turned toward the entrance, eyebrows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. Her breath caught in her throat.

A girl walked in without hesitation, moving toward the dark half of the room with steady, calculated steps. Her hair was pitch black, tied in two neat braids that brushed her collarbones. Her skin, pale as marble, seemed to reflect the gray light streaming through the gothic window. Her posture was stiff, upright, shoulders straight like a soldier’s. She didn’t lift her gaze from the phone in her hands, her black-lacquered nails tapping the screen with surgical precision.

Then—just a flick of her gaze.

Eyes black as obsidian, devoid of emotion.

They landed on Y/n for a heartbeat, slicing through her like a blade, then returned to the phone.

One beat. Two. She resumed typing.

"Wednesday! You're already here?" Enid asked, her voice a pitch higher, full of enthusiasm.

Wednesday sighed—a short, barely audible sound."A group of girls started following me, shouting my name," she muttered in a monotone. "They wanted an autograph."

She paused. "As much as I appreciate being hunted… I consider social interaction a waste of time. And I’d rather gouge out my own eyes with a rusty spoon than sign something for people desperate enough to idolize complete strangers."

Y/n swallowed.

Enid laughed nervously. "Oookay... Anyway, I wanted to introduce you to our new roommate! Wednesday Addams, this is Y/n Y/l/n."

Wednesday froze. The phone slowly slipped into her lap as she turned toward them.She tilted her head—then her body—as if she'd finally found something worth acknowledging.Her eyes scanned Y/n with clinical precision. Cold. Calculated. Unforgiving. She began walking toward her—slow, deliberate steps. Her stride was controlled, unnaturally composed. She looked like a predator studying her prey. Her lips were pressed into a firm line, her gaze unreadable.

Y/n held her breath.

The uniform Wednesday wore—striped dark blazer, white shirt, black tie, fitted vest, and a pleated skirt that brushed her knees—accentuated her slender, austere figure. Her Dr. Martens echoed against the wooden floor, each step heavier than the last. She stopped mere inches from her.

Y/n felt her palms dampen, her heart thudding wildly in her chest.

The way Wednesday looked at her made her feel exposed—unwrapped, examined, cataloged. Wednesday tilted her head slightly, studying her like a curious specimen."You said Y/l/n?"Her voice was flat. But her eyes… there was something in them.

"Y-yeah," Y/n replied, her voice barely a whisper, locked into those black eyes. What is going on?

Wednesday pressed her lips together. One step closer. Now their bodies were nearly touching. Y/n noticed the long dark lashes framing those void-like eyes, the air of innocent cruelty betrayed by their intensity. A few freckles dotted her nose and cheeks—small signs of humanity that felt oddly out of place.

"Any relation to Harry Y/l/n?"Her voice remained calm, but the interest beneath was barely restrained.

Oh god, She knows my father, Y/n thought bitterly.She dropped her head slightly, then looked back up.

"He's my father," she muttered. Her voice heavy with the weight of the name.

Enid stiffened."Who’s that?" she asked, clearly confused.

Wednesday didn’t hesitate. "The most brilliant horror writer of our time. His novels turned madness into poetry. And... they’re based on real events."Something flickered in Wednesday’s eyes.

Not emotion. Admiration.Dark. Sincere. Profound.

"He's my favorite writer." A whisper. But honest. A rare spark of genuine intensity glimmered in her obsidian gaze.

"You know he went mad, right?" Y/n murmured, jaw clenched.

Wednesday lifted her chin slightly and the barest hint of a smile touched her lips. "That’s why I admire him."

Y/n's eyes widened, confused—and then she realized she was leaning in.Wednesday’s face was just inches from hers. Her thin fingers gripped the fabric of Y/n's shirt tightly, knuckles white, the hold unyielding.Their breaths mingled. Y/n swallowed hard, her gaze involuntarily flicking to Wednesday’s flawless lips, then back to her eyes.

"I wonder if it’s… hereditary," Wednesday whispered. Then she gave her a gentle push backward.

She straightened her posture, calmly smoothing her blazer as if nothing had happened. Turned toward Enid and walked with composed grace to her desk.

Y/n stood frozen.

What the hell just happened?

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DOONNA!!! THERE IS A BUSS !!! PARKED OUTSIDE THE DIIINEERRRR!!!

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Scott McCord & Avery Konrad as Victor Kavanaugh & Sara Myers in FROM, 3x05 "The Light of Day"

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very interested in how julies storywalker thing seems to be more of a fate situation than her being physically incapable of making changes to time. because we know from her throwing the rope and her trying to save jim that she can physically interact with the world while traveling in time but due to apparent fate reasons she cannot actually change the outcome of events. boyd gets the rope without knowing that julie did it and it would seem that future julie knew when jim would die and even tho she could physically try to drag him away she still couldnt stop the creature from killing him. wack as fuck. infinitely worse than having just visions in my personal opinion.

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SARA MYERS ft. Toni Morrison, Beloved

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FROM, 3x01 "Shatter"

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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FROM (2022-) — 3.10 Revelations: Chapter Two