stories4thepack

[stories4thepack]

(Natasha romanoff and Y/n are standing in her bedroom both in pyjamas)

Y/n: “You can sleep with me.”

Nat gives y/n a confused look

Y/n: “NO NO NO! I mean, you can come in my bed.”

Natasha starts laughing y/n buries their head in their hands

Y/n: “I just wanna cuddle.”

Nat: “and more from the sounds of it.”

(based on my dumb, ADHD ass with my girlfriend)

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Instinct

After putting off feeding to help find the Hyde, your instincts take over as the hunger slowly consumes your mind. But Wednesday is there at just the right moment

Warnings: swearing, blood, injury (the usual)

(apologies for any and all typos)

How long had it been since you last fed? Two weeks? Three? Perhaps a whole month! It seemed that every single time you were reaching for a blood bag, Wednesday would just appear at your side, informing you about a new clue or idea or daft theory. And every time, you would let her drag you to somewhere new. Whether it were to the woods, or a secret hide out or anywhere else even slightly dangerous.

Now, here you were. Taking step after agonising step as you walk through Jericho. The edges of your eyes tinted red and your fangs aching painfully, begging to be used. Your entire body howled for blood and, every now and then, a growl would crawl up your throat as a person got too close, scaring them away as their heart dared you to bite down. Every time, Wednesday would send you a look, a mix of frustration and curiosity at the sound.

It had been a while since you could properly focus on anything, the usually loud street replaced by a low ringing in your ears as Wednesday took you to the woods. The both of you remained silent, a moment you would assume Wednesday enjoyed, but the cold glances she threw your way said otherwise

“You haven’t muttered an incoherent sentence in more than 2 hours.”

The Raven hair muttered as she examined the burnt down barn you suddenly found yourself in. You shook yourself out of your thoughts, attempting to focus on something other than her beating heart.

“Sorry”

You splutter, sounding almost like a drowned wolf gasping for air. Wednesday turned swiftly around, glaring at you from across the ruined building.

“Is there a problem with you?”

You couldn’t answer, your dry throat closing with hunger. You managed to shake your head, attempting a smile to hide your pain. You grimaced at the action, if even you knew it was bad then Wednesday certainly knew you were lying as well

“Mon Cher, you do understand I can always see through your pathetic lies. Even during your more…. vocal… attempts.”

She turned away from you, hearing your exasperated sigh and picturing your shoulders falling at the sound. She could feel the way her heart twisted inside her cold chest as she slowly put together the pieces. She glanced a few times in your direction as she continued her search, watching as you stare into space. Iris’s flashing red every so often as you attempted to control you hunger

The burnt wood shakes as Wednesday slams her hands against the worn pillars. She storms away, muttering and sneering at you and Thing. But all you could truly focus on, was the steady beat of her heart as you resisted the urge to lurch forward and sink your fangs into her flesh.

So when her beat drops, your head snaps in her direction.

“Fuck”

You shout and use your speed to catch the girl before she hits the floor. You lowered yourself to the ground, holding the raven hair as she seized up, body jerking as she witnessed this new vision.

You dug your fangs into your bottom lip, watching as Thing attempted to distract you from how close you were to your girlfriend. Close enough to feel the blood running beneath you fingers.

Thing taps and dances, and while he is genuinely looking out for you, you know he’s watching you carefully. Ensuring you are not a threat to his…….master? He scuttles under a tree root when the first few raindrops begin to fall, keeping you in his view the entire time.

“Should I leave Thing?”

You ask the hand, pulling your girlfriend slightly closer as you fail to shield her from the rain. The hand taps a reply, being as reassuring as he can in this risky situation.

“But I’m a danger right now.”

You sigh, listening to his fingers scuffling amongst the leaves and the dirt as he signs:

“And she would help you if you told her.”

For a body less limb, he was very clever. You sigh, growing accustomed to the increasingly violent storm.

“Anyway, she would probably enjoy the pain.”

He jokes. You chuckle, though the noise you make is more like a snarl. Thing comes beside you, taking you hand in his (….yeah I know). You smile, licking at the blood you had drawn from your lip.

“Thank you.”

His thumb rubs the back of your hand in response, squeezing it firmly but comfortingly. You looked up, focusing on the drops falling against your forehead instead of the Warmth in your arms. Listening to the sound of the wind tearing through the leaves than her beating heart. Which was slowly growing steadier.

Within minutes she shot up, gasping for air, as if she were the starving one. You reach up to place a hand on her shoulder, but hesitate and leave it on the floor instead.

“Are you alright?”

You manage to growl, watching as Wednesdays face shifts from momentary bewilderment to concern (The expression you alone are witness to)

“Y/n”

She mutters, her hand going to your face before you can protest. In the time she was “out”, your skin had grown far paler, your entire iris had been consumed by a ruby red and black veins trailed up every inch of your exposed flesh. Wednesdays eyes widen, the sight of your exterior providing her with the correct conclusion.

“You need to feed”

“I’ll get a bag when we get bac-“

You watch as the girl withdraws a blade from her boot. She lurches out of your reach as you attempt to grab the small knife. Uselessly begging her put it down as she presses the metal against the flesh of her palm.

“DON’T”

You shout, watching as the weapon sinks beneath her skin. Blood flowing from the wound. Playing the role of Siren and luring your closer.

The sight. The smell.

The hunger makes you snarl, the sound making Wednesday dart to her feet, instinctively backing away from you. Your hungry eyes fixated on her bleeding hand, fangs bared as you begin to approach.

“I can give you some blood, there is no need to delay it further.”

She states, refusing to back away out of stubbornness as you grow closer. You snarl again, allowing you to reach her, standing steady and firm as your hands grasp her shoulders.

“Please….stop me”

You manage to gasp out, you morality and predatory consciences tearing you in two directions. Wednesday can see the conflict in your eyes, she sees how they plead, burn with rage then soften again. In an endless cycle. Like a broken record

She lifts her hand to you lips, watching as you grasp her forearm, locking it firmly in place as your tongue grazes the wound. Treading carefully so to not hurt her.

But when you pull away, after a few meagre drops. Your look far worse, the conflicting hunger eating away at you. While she appreciated your attempted gentleness. She wanted you to give in, wanted you to be sated and (while she would never say it aloud) she wanted to see that part of you. Wanted to see the part that could kill in a mortal breathe.

“Bite me”

She says…..No. She demands. The two words spoken with such power, that even if you had the strength to, you wouldn’t have argued.

You watch as she unbuttons her shirt, pulling the fabric down below her collar to expose her mouth watering flesh. Neither of you have time to think before your left hand grasps the back of her head, tilting it roughly to the side. Your fangs dig into her throat in an instant, wasting no time at all. You can hear her groan as you do so, her head sinking back into your hands secure grip.

You drink deeply, like a drunkard who was out of beer, feeling the weakness vanishes out of your body as the sweet, warm blood flows into your waiting mouth. You don’t realise as you push the girl up to the tree behind you, pinning her against the trunk. Your other hand leaves her shoulder, nails clawing at the bark as you attempt to steady yourself, trying not to lose control and drain the raven hair completely.

You pull away after a couple of minutes (perhaps a few seconds too long) pressing your head against the raven hairs chest as you calm your instincts. Wednesdays arms wrap around you, pulling you into a rare hug. You press yourself against her, mumbling apologies into the crook of her neck. Feeling your magic hum in her skin as it ties itself together, healing the wound.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

You finally speak, pulling away to look at her. Your eyes are back to their normal, glowing colour and your face looks as human as possible for a vampire. The sight pulls at the Raven hairs lips, creating the closest she may ever get to a smile.

“Come, now that is concluded, we must go find this monster.”

You step away from her, grinning as she stumbles, regains her composure and strides through the woods as if she hadn’t just had a shit load of her blood taken from her. You’re about to laugh at the sight before a loud roar echoes through the darkening area. Wednesday turns to you, excitement twinkling in her eyes. You both sprint into the trees, a thrilling mix of fear and joy driving the both of you.

No wonder you made such a good couple

[stories4thepack]

Save you

Carol Danvers x vampire reader

Warnings: blood, violence, vampire stuff

You get hurt on a mission and Carol is there to help you get better. Even if that means you gotta bite her….

Kamala’s grin had fallen for the first time since the four of you had originally met. Monica was sat Beside you, watching as the few remaining Skrull vanished from the ship in a flash of light. Sorrowful silence replaced their prescience

You leaned against the table, desperately attempting to cover the wound on your abdomen with your hand. You wore a plain, black shirt and matching leather jacket which kindly assisted in hiding the dark blood seeping through the fabric.

“Y/n? Are you alright?”

Monica asked, her stoic face shifting into an expression of pure concern. You tried your best to smile, swallowing down the painful hiss as you got to your feet, stumbling as you took a step away. Kamala is darting to you immediately and Carol dashes to your side, fear moulding her clay face.

“Im alright, just tired. Don’t worry.”

You glanced at Kamala, who’s eyes were tearing up with guilt. She had tried to shield you as the large, rock had fallen, but she had swapped places the second she used her powers. As a result, a large piece of the boulder had dug itself into your body. Though, now it had been removed, the wound itself refused to heal without blood. You watched as Kamala opened her mouth, but you desperately shook your head, almost begging her not to mention it.

“She got trapped under one of the rocks that fell.”

She cries out and Carols eyes widen with shock. She had seen you disappear for a moment as she had blasted the falling boulders, but she had never thought for a second that you had been caught in the rocks, never mind been impaled by one of the shards.

“You’re coming with me”

“Carol-“

You began to protest, but the Captain began to drag you from the others into the room down below. Once there, she forced you to sit down, quickly tearing your jacket off your shoulders.

“Carol-“

“Y/n, im going to help you.”

“Carol!”

You tried again as she lifted the bottom of your shirt up, revealing the deep, seeping wound. Blood flowing down onto your vibranium infused trousers. She froze, staring in horror at the wound.

“Carol, you can’t help. The wound is way too bad, I need blood. Pass me one of the bags in the fridge.”

Carol remains staring fixedly at the wound, almost as if she was contemplating her next move. She slowly raises her head, meeting your soft gaze.

“There aren’t anymore. I forgot to ask fury for more.”

“What?!”

You shout, yelping as pain shot through your body at the action. Panic bubbles inside of you. Without blood and with such an injury, your hunger would grow faster than usual. You were a danger to everyone in this ship. You needed to go. Get out. Before you hurt anyon-

“I’m going to help you.”

Carol says again, releasing the words deliberately slowly as she moves her hair away from her throat. Allowing her neck to be on full display. Your eyes flashed red at the sight, hunger boiling in the pit in your stomach and burning through your veins. You snap your jaw shut, locking it in place and lurching away from your girlfriend. She grasps your hands, holding them tightly as she speaks gently.

“Please Y/n, let me help.”

“Captain-“

You muttered, leaning a little closer to where she is crouched in front of you as you begin to succumb. She gasps lowly as your lips graze her neck, pressing light kisses against her pale skin. You feel her arms wrap around your shoulders, fingers rubbing small, encouraging circles on your back.

“Go ahead.”

She whispers into your ear, sending chills throughout your body. You sigh, sinking into the crook of her neck, running your tongue gently over the skin there, attempting to numb it a little before you hurt her.

Your fangs slip easily from your gums, trailing the flesh until they froze on your girlfriends pulse point, you pull the strap of her top down her shoulder a little, giving you a greater area to work with. She moans quietly as your fangs sink into her skin, breaking into the vein. Her blood flows into your mouth, the warmth soothes the pain of the wound, you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her up into your lap. She throws her head back, gasping up at the ceiling as you drink. Her hands trail down your chest to where your wound is, feeling the skin as is twists and knits itself back together. She feels you press further into her throat, your fingers curling around her hips as you attempt to control yourself.

“Y/n”

She mutters, the name barley a whisper through the blur of pain and pleasure. But you hear her, slowly retracting your fangs from her throat before trailing your tongue over the wound. Gathering the blood that had attempted to slip away from you.

“Thank you”

You mutter, barley away from her throat before she grasps your shirt by the scruff and pulls you into a kiss. Her tongue tracing your lips, tasting her own blood in your mouth. She feels the vibration of your moan ripple up your throat as she breaks away. Her lips find your neck and she grins, before biting down on the flesh there in return. You close your eyes, feeling her lips suck against your cool skin. Trying hard not to moan in case the others hear-

“Carol, we’re not alone on the ship, remember?”

You manage to force out, missing her touch as she gets up quickly. A sly grin painting her face.

“We’ll finish this when we’re alone then.”

she chuckles, giving a final, desperate kiss to your lips before leaving. Wiping the blood from her neck and leaving you a flustered mess behind her.

(sorry for any spelling mistakes, I did this in The car 😅)

[stories4thepack]

Stranger

Ellie Williams x infected!reader

“You meet Ellie while attempting to steal her food, turns out she’s nicer than you thought.”

Warnings: blood, violence, swearing, criminal activity, death, apocalypse! (The Last of us spoilers)

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“Back away from my fucking food.”

The girl you had thought to be sleeping hisses at you, the unmistakable click of a gun makes you instinctively raise your hands slowly into the air. You were crouched beside the fire, the flames licking at the hare cooking above it.

“Drop the weapon”

She hisses, you immediately drop the knife poised over the hot meal, afraid to turn your head towards the girl.

“Listen, I was not going to hurt you.”

The girl kicks your side, the pain making you topple onto the ground, groaning as your hand grasps your hip, a bruise no doubt already forming. The girl grabs your collar, forcing you to face her.

Something makes her stop when your face is lit up by the burning fire. A deep scratch flows over your left eye, barley new but not yet old enough to be a scar but what scares the girl, is your stare, one that you both could only be describe as filled with hunger, one that you both knew belonged to the infected. She raises the gun to your head, finger steady at the trigger

“Please”

You whisper. Perhaps it was the pain in your voice that made her stop, or some sense of morality. Either way, her finger lifts from the trigger, yet remains above it, hovering cautiously in place.

“Have you been bit?”

She demands, tightening her grip as you give a slow nod. You panic as you see the fear in her gaze, your hand snatching at her jacket desperately.

“It’s over a month old.”

You could see the shock on the girls face clear as day….but something else. It was not as if she was attempting to convince herself it was a lie, she wasn’t acting as the others were. Her eyes scan your body, acknowledging each and every wound and tear in your clothes

“show me”

She hisses, but there’s less aggression in her tone. She wants proof, she needs it.

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Upside-down bite

Spider Gwen x Vampire!Reader

(Similar things requested by 2 different people)

Warnings: Blood, bites, kissing, spider + vampire stuff!

Gwen watches you from the roof top her mask pulled tightly over her head. It wasn’t unusual for her to do this, ensure that you got home safely after college finished. It’s not that she didn’t trust you, but given what you were she would have to keep watch.

You look up, meeting her gaze before rolling your eyes and walking off. You knew she was Ghost-spider, she had told you a while ago and so, you told her your secret.

“I’m a vampire”

You had said, making Gwen burst out laughing. She wishes now that she hadn’t had that reaction.

“It’s not cool to stalk someone.”

Your voice mutters in her head, Gwen swings over to another building before thinking

“It’s not cool to be in someone’s mind.”

She can see you throw a middle finger in her general direction without breaking stride. Gwen laughs, she found you adorable.

Then she saw you freeze, your entire body going suddenly stiff as if you had been put in a trance. Your head slowly turns down the street, where Gwen could now hear a scuffling commotion.

“y/n? Is there blood?”

She mutters in your mind, cautiously swinging towards you as you give a slow, careful nod. Never breaking eye contact. You force your feet to move away, stumbling down the street as Gwen darts into the alley. There, she sees two thugs beating a young man, blood dripping down the side of the victims head.

“Alright Fellas, parties over.”

The masked thugs turn towards her, cackling as one of them swings a knife at her. She jumps over him, kicking him in the ass to knock him over. The other thug laughs again, Gwen turns to the sound of a click and the sight of a gun being pointed at the innocent man.

She would not have time to attack both the man creeping up behind her and save the victim from a bullet in the brain. She was facing a checkmate-

There’s a crash and a familiar growl as you throw yourself over Gwen and at the man. Tackling him to the floor. Gwen spins around, punching the other attacker a dozen times in the face before he could lay a finger on her. She grins beneath her mask as he flees, whimpering like a child. Then she hears a gun shot.

Immediately she dashes in your direction, ignoring the second attacker fleeing as well. She sees blood dripping from your shoulder, but you pull her into a hug with a smile on your face.

“See! I can be a helpful hero!”

Gwen webs herself away from you, hanging upside down as she looks at the bullet wound.

“You’ve been shot.”

“Fuck Sherlock, I had no idea!”

You bend down to help the hurt man up, your jaw clenched tightly at the sight of his blood flowing down the side of his head. He mutters something about going to a hospital and darts away from you before you can say anything.

“He is in shock, should we follow him to-“

You pause as you notice how close Gwen, swallowing nervously as you can smell her sweet scent from underneath her costume

“I’ve had to save that dude before, he’s up to no good. Don’t worry abou-“

She stops mid sentence as you carefully lower the bottom of her mask, stopping over her nose; you can now see her delicate lips which you lean into, pressing against them gently. She kisses you back within a moment, placing a covered hand on the back of your head to secure herself. Your lips fit into each other like a completed puzzle as they have a hundred times before, though the kiss never fails to bring butterflies to your stomach.

Peter Parker (from another universe) had told her about the upside down kiss and that all spider people eventually get to do it, it is apart of their stories after all, a canon event.

She finally understands why it is such a big deal. You pull away, now able to see the cocky grin on Gwens face.

“We should get you healed up Y/n!”

She says, removing the her mask, allowing her tied up hair to hang below her. You chuckle at the sight before finally responding

“I need blood to heal.”

You mutter, preparing to turn away before she grasps you firmly. Pulling you into her, her eyes are stern, even when she is hanging upside down.

“Just take it from me then.”

She mutters and you sigh. You had bitten her once before, purely out of curiosity on both sides but this time it felt kind of different, more risky.

Gwen pulls down the neck of her suit, allowing her throat to be exposed to you. Your hand grasps the fabric, pulling it over her collar bone before you press kisses against her warm skin, you can hear her contempt sigh at the action before your fangs graze her flesh. You bite her, blood immediately hitting our tongue. Gwen gasps at the feeling of her blood being gently taken from her, she can see the skin on your shoulder knitting itself together with every little sip you take. When all that remains is drying blood and a grey scar, you pull away, lips dripping with the scarlet liquid.

“Thanks for that.”

You mutter, pulling the neck of her suit over the fresh bite mark. She pulls her mask over her small smile before swinging onto the side of the wall carefully crawling away. You wipe the blood from your chin with the sleeve of your jumper before calling after her.

“Wanna take me for a swing across the city?”

“Can you ask politely?”

“Fucking hell can you or not?”

You tease, mocking an insult. She laughs and flicks her hand you way, her webs pulling your to the wall before she pulls you into her side, crawling the rest of the way up with you in her arms.

Your heart pounded with the warmth that your love for her caused.

(sorry for any typos)

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The vampire bites the Physic

Wednesday Addams x vampire!reader

(Requested)

Warnings: blood, injury, stabbing (yeah!)

“No!”

You scream, the power of your words scratching the back of your throat like it were the dagger thrusted into Wednesday.

you can smell the blood before you see it

Crackstone twists the blade with a grin. You can hear the sickening tear of Wednesday’s flesh. Your want to run to her side, protect your girlfriend. Yet, the way your mouth waters at the scarlet, stained, school-shirt reveals how much of a danger you are right now.

Laurel Gates strides over to you, a silver dagger in her hand. You know she is going to kill you, plunge it into your heart while wearing that cruel, psychotic smirk.

“Stop,”

Crackstone hisses, his semi-rotten voice box doing little to aid his speech

“Let the leach finish of Goody Addams. “

The cuffs around your wrists are suddenly released, causing you to fall onto your knees. As well as smelling Wednesday’s, you feel your own blood flowing down the side of your head. A result of the beating you had suffered. You hear Wednesday slip to the floor, amazed she hadn’t yet screamed out.

“Bye Bye Wednesday.”

Laurel giggles, tailing Crackstone out of the Crypt. You crawl to the goths side, ignoring the way your chest burns with hunger. When you reach her, you lean against the pillar, exhausted by the pain from your own attack and the hunger flowing through your veins.

“Your going to be alright Wednesday.”

“Is your vampiric Vision impaired? I’m dying!”

You attempt to chuckle but the hunger that is making your vision scarlet and tightening your throat, makes the sound come out as more of a hiss. You’ve learnt to push the hunger down, and continue on with the day, but with more and more of Wednesdays blood flowing from the wound, it becomes increasingly difficult.

“I should put pressure on it, right?”

You manage to force out of your mouth, the words strangled but hopefully understandable. Wednesday doesn’t say anything.

You quickly crawl to your knees, placing your hands over the wound and pushing down hard. The goths face scrunches up in momentary pain. You smile, trying to help as much as you can

but then you look down.

Her blood flows over your fingers, decorating your skin a dark, red. You breath catches in your burning chest, your eyes fading into a dark, deep scarlet. You can not hear Wednesday speaking to you, trapped in your own hungry thoughts, before her hand wraps weakly around yours.

“I can read your face as if you were one of my murder novels, I find your intentions humorous.”

She mumbles, a tiny smile on her face, which is somehow growing paler than it usually is. You look back to the wound, your fingers have unintentionally curved slightly into it.

“Proceed Y/L/N.”

Wednesday mutters, your head snapping towards her face once more. You want to argue, to resist but the single, weak, curt nod she gives you is enough to make your shove away any form of doubt.

You carefully lean forward, your heart flutters as Wednesday lifts her head slightly, allowing you full access to her throat. You brush her messy hair away, unable to fully understand what you are doing. That is, until your lips press against her cool skin. You can feel her heart beat slowing with every second and suddenly, you know what you need to do.

You pull away, ignoring the confused look on Wednesdays face at your action. You place both hands on the Handel of the blade, forcing back your hunger as much as possible.

“This is going to hurt.”

You say, before yanking the dagger out of her body. You hear her hiss, see her eyes close and perhaps imagine a tear hiding beneath her eye lid. You bring your wrist to your mouth, tearing your fangs hastily into it before bringing it over her wound.

You allow a few drops of your blood to fall into hers before bringing your wrist up to her mouth.

“Are you going to turn me.”

You shake your head, you would need to drain her completely for that, and have a few candles and a spell book around. Wednesday manages to open her mouth slightly, enough to allow the blood from your own bite to fall into her mouth. You pull away, crouching beside her as her heart slows to a stop-

Suddenly she sits up, gasping for air. She looks at the palm of her hand before feeling her forehead, searching for the wounds your blood has now healed.

“Your a vampire, how is this possible?”

“The curse of being awesome Wednesday.”

You mutter, lying back against the pillar as Wednesday runs out, going to save Nevermore

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“You alright Wednesday?” You ask, watching as she paces around in her empty side of the room. Her stuff is still gone and her bed has been made with plain white sheets, nothing smells like her anymore, it feels so unfamiliar. She continues to pace…

“Wednesday, Crackstone is gone! Laurel is dead! What has gotten your pigtails in a twist?”

She pauses briefly to throw a sharp glare at you before continuing her pacing. You sigh, realising that calling her name again was useless. So you stand up, walk over to her and place both your hands firmly on her shoulders

“What are you doing Y/n?”

She demands, turning slowly with a scowl on her face. She is met with one of your cocky grins.

“Come one Wednesday! What is bothering you?”

Your voice bounces with playfulness, an attempt at calming the obviously adrenaline rushed girl. Wednesday pauses and you can see the way her jaw tightens as she decides whether to tell you the truth

“Y/n”

She finally says, looking up slightly to meet your bright eyes. There was something missing, she noticing, realising that she disliked the lack of burning, scarlet hunger. There was something about that side of you, a killer, someone who could match how dangerous she herself was, that she found incredibly beautiful

“Last night, at the Crypt-“

“If your gonna ask how I healed you, I honestly have no idea myself. Somewhere down the line I had a wizard for a great, great grandfather or something.”

Wednesday waits until you are finished, deciding the best way to ask is directly (as usual)

“Would you have bitten me.”

It sounds more like a statement but the words are enough to make you freeze. You hate the way your eyes snap to her throat, and you know for certain that she saw the short action.

“Is my blood that tempting for you?”

She asks, stepping closer, deep eyes never leaving yours. You swallow nervously, your hands feeling suddenly very sweaty.

“Yeah, you are.”

Another step, her head tilts upward for you. Instinctively, you brush her pigtail over her shoulder, finger carefully trailing her jugular. Wednesday watches as your glowing eyes darken into that scarlet and she adores the way they look into her own.

“Sorry, I should have my sunglasses o-“

She cuts you off by pressing her lips to your, the gentleness of the action surprises you but soon you are kissing back, hand grasping her throat as if it were a life line.

You pull her by her shoulder, guiding her over to her bed, making her sit down on the edge of it. You decide to sit behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“I assume you are going to bite then?”

She questions, her usually monotone voice sounder so much sweeter now. Your lips press against her cool skin, feeling the light shiver that ripples through her body at your touch. You can both hear and feel her heart beating and feel the warmth of her blood. It is all too tempting

You bite down, fangs breaking through the soft skin as if it were nothing. You feel Wednesday stiffen and lean backwards into you as you begin to drink. Her blood the most incredible you had ever tasted. Your hand grasps the other side of her head, tilting her further to the side to give you better access. No other blood would compare to this, no one’s and nothings.

When you finally tear your head from her throat, she turns around, kissing you again and no doubt tasting her blood on your lips.

You fall back against her bed, head sinking into her pillow. Your surprised, nearly shocked when Wednesday lies beside you, your hands touching each other lightly.

“We are going to do this again? Right?”

She doesn’t hesitate with her answer, and moves her head a centimetre to look into those scarlet eyes once more

“Yes, Mon Cher, we will”

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The Vampire bites the Werewolf

Enid Sinclair x Vampire!Reader

Requested

Warnings: fluff, blood cause it’s vampires (Comments below if you want a Wednesday version)

You aren’t sure how you went from helping Bianca evacuate the school, to running around in the dark, Hyde infested woods for your girlfriend. You didn’t dare call out her name, out of fear Tyler would hear you. You clutch her long, pink, mud covered coat after finding it slightly torn on the floor. You could smell her sweet, bubbly scent still on the fabric.

The trees grinned as you ran, flashing their bark made tusks in your direction, their bony fingers spreading across the sky, the full moon almost blocked out by their branches. Then you heard it, a bark, followed by an animalistic whine from behind the darkness on your left.

You twist your body in the sounds direction, stumbling but never breaking stride. Desperate to get to your girl, your wolf. Running faster as the whines become more and more human.

“Enid!”

You called, breaking into a sprint as you hear her weak voice back. Everything begins to jumble together, your thoughts, the sounds and smells in the forest are now little more than distractions from your Enid.

“Enid.”

You breath out as you break through into a clearing. There on the floor is your girlfriend, wearing nothing but mud on her hands and feet. You dash over to her, barely acknowledging “Thing” holding the werewolf’s hand. Your fall beside her, wrapping her jacket around her exposed form as quickly as possible.

She falls into your body, slipping her free hand into yours. You hum for her, unable to express words but hoping that the sound was some form of comfort to the girl. It was perfect, holding her there, knowing that Tyler hadn’t killed her. You brush your hand through her messy hair

And that’s when you freeze

Your fingers are covered in blood, more than you had ever expected. Enid pulls away, seeing the way you tense as your eyes meet her face. Staring in hunger at the blood flowing down her forehead, from the fresh cuts on her face.

“Shit”

You mutter, attempting to pull away from her grasp, but her hand tightens around yours.

“Y/n, come on you can fight this.”

She says, almost begging you to get your act together. But you can feel the liquid on your skin, your mind was torn between becoming the predator or remaining the safety. You want to tell her to leave, push her away, but all you can do is groan, grinding your fangs in frustration.

Enid pulls the coat around her body before shuffling over to your face. She pulls the pink sleeve up, revealing fresh and deep claw marks in her forearm. You roar at the sight, both out of hunger and fury at whoever did this to her: no doubt Tyler.

“It’s alright, sssh, it’s alright.”

Enid whispers, moving carefully forward until she is directly in front of you. She brings her bloody arm to your lips, pressing a quick, encouraging kiss on your forehead.

Your mouth opens instinctively, blood dripping onto your tongue. Enid smiles slightly at you, the dark bags under her eyes showing how tired wolfing out made her. She shouldn’t be giving you her blood

You bite down as gently as you can, hating the way you cause the painful hiss that slips from Enid’s mouth. You drink slowly, forcing down the desperate creature lurking in the back of your head.

“Thank you.”

You mutter as you pull your head away, offering a hand to your werewolf. She takes it, standing to her feet carefully before falling into you. You laugh quietly, earning an exhausted scowl from the blonde.

“Come on!”

You tease, before scooping Enid into your arms and carrying her bridal style. She purrs, snuggling into your chest as you carefully walk her back to Nevermore. The full moon glowing above.

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Full Moon Cuddles

“Wednesday is there for you when you change back into your human form.”

Warnings: fluff! (Kisses) also, reader is naked when they change back but that not in any detail!

The full moon glowed above you, grinning down through the leafy trees at where you lay. Dirt covered your body and your hair was littered with twigs and leaves. Your clothes were now rags hanging loosely off your body, doing little to cover your exposed skin or stop the cold wind from nipping at your skin and cause your body to shudder.

The urge to throw your head up and howl is suppressed by the painful aching spreading across every inch of your body. You groan as you crawl to your knees, the small movement nearly impossible to complete. Your fingers curve, claws shooting out as they warn you of a second shift.

“No, no, Please No,”

you hiss, the words forced up your tight throat. Your lungs burn with each breath and you can practically feel your heart pounding against your ribs. Your body shakes violently more from the need to shift than the cold now.

“Not again, not aga-“

Your head snaps to the side and an inhuman growl pushes past your bared fangs as a silhouette appears from behind one of the trees.

“Y/n”

The person says calmly, their voice appearing almost uninterested by your antics, but you can hear their heart: beating a pace faster in fear

No, not fear: Concern

This person is concerned for you?

They stand a few metres away, watching as you double over in pain, your cries twisting with animalistic whimpers and short, warning growls at the intruder.

“Y/n, breath. It is going to be alright, Mon Chien.”

The intruder almost coos as they step-slowly closer. Did they speak french?

“ It is not safe, leav-“

You cry out again, falling onto the ground. You don’t see the person waking towards you until they kneel by your side, taking off their long, black jacket before laying it across your exposed figure. Your sight becomes blurry as tears drip from your eyes…..but you recognise her voice now, recognise the gentleness behind her dark words and the warmth under the cold skin of her hand as she brushes your cheek ever so lightly.

“Wednesday.”

You groan, a weak smile spreading across your face. Her hands grasp your shoulders with surprising strength, pulling you up before allowing you to fall limply into her smaller body

“It’s me, Ma lune.”

She mutters, guiding you further into her chest as she pulls the two of you against a nearby tree. She lies you against it, ignoring your whine at the loss of her hands. She reaches for the bag she had placed on the floor, pulling out a small vile containing a silver liquid.

“Drink this Mon Cher. It will assist in holding your wolf at bay”

When she sees you incapability at lifting your arm, she carefully opens the lid and brings the vile to your lips. Holding your jaw closed as the horrible liquid hits your tongue. She pins your against the tree by your shoulder when your attempt to wriggle away.

“Drink it Y/n.”

She says and the sternness in her voices makes you obey. Your eyes immediately snapping open as you lurch forward, screaming in agony. Wednesday holds you, placing her hand on the back of your head to guide you against the oak once more.

You scream again, the pain worse than the need to shift. Wednesdays hands snap almost unwillingly to the sides of your face. Forcing you to look at her.

“Breath, it is fine Y/n, just breath.”

Your chest feels as if it has been bombed, your wolf howls and whimpers in the back of your mind. Wednesdays voice fades as a buzzing fills your ears, you try to call for her, desperate to find her as your sight is filled with darkne-

Suddenly, her lips are pressed gently against yours, she freezes as she feels your breath hitch. Your feel her against you, she’ll her familiar scent, hear the gentle beating of her heart: it’s comforting.

Your lips move against hers, one arm cupping her face while the other wraps around her waist, brining her closers.

“Thank you.”

You mutter as you pull away, snuggling into Wednesday’s chest as the pain subsides and the moon vanishes behind a cloud.

“Anything for you.”

(sorry it’s kinda short, thank you all for the support though!)

[stories4thepack]

Revenge is so sweet (part 5)

Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: Y/n is so screwed! (swearing, descriptions of gore/blood)

“You tore apart 2 boys!”

The sheriff screamed at you, not bothering to keep his voice calm anymore. You weren’t sure how he had found you, or how you had even gotten into the dark, interrogation room. All you were really aware of were the metal cuffs digging into your wrists, possibly even drawing blood.

“2 boys, for what? A few insults?”

“They insulted Wednesday.”

You muttered, uselessly hoping that would make him shut up. Instead, he stands up quickly, causing the chair to fall behind him. He’s at your side in a second, glaring at you with complete and utter hatred.

Were cops meant to act like this?

If you were a normie, you would probably be having a calm talk and might even have a glass of water

But Normies don’t break bones with their teeth.

“So he insulted that freak, the girl who can never cease to stick her nose in police business.”

You felt that horribly pain tingling across your body as you muscles all began to ache. You gritted your teeth, desperate to find some way to stop your shifting.

“You are going to be put away for a long fucking time!”

He screamed at you, the sound making you flinch. He paused, grinning before coming closer to your face. His breath reeking of alcohol. Your heart began to pound painfully, your lungs about to explode out of your chest.

“And you will never see that bitch again.”

You snap, ripping the cuffs from the table and pounding your fists onto the arms of the chair.

“Those boys talked shit about your son too! Yeah, the Hyde, the serial killer. The one the entire fucking country is trying to find.”

The sheriff grabs the scruff of your shirt, pulling you closer to his messy, un-shaved face.

“What did you say.”

He hisses, but you cannot stop your words. Anger flowing out of you, the urge to shift again becoming almost unbearable.

“I’m amazed you still have your job, your such a mourning mess that I thought they would give you leave. No, I guess your too desperate to find your son before the bullets do!”

He throws you onto the floor, the cuffs (still attached to your wrists) drawing a flow of blood from beneath them.

“Your too good for prison,”

You growl at him, almost willing your wolf to come out just to tear him apart.

“I’ll be calling animal control!”

He takes a step closer, as if to attack, but the door flies open, revealing three armed police officers behind it. They storm into the room, seizing Sheriff Galpin and forcing him away from you. You manage to catch a glimpse of Wednesday, before everything goes black.

———————————————————————

You followed Wednesday, paws padding along the earthy ground as the sun began to set. You could hear the faint sound of a siren behind you, but you couldn’t care.

“Are you going to release my hand?”

She asked calmly, looking over at you. Your heart sped up as you realised you were still holding it, dropping it slowly. If you were in your human form, you would of blushed. But your tail wagged happily as you began to bounce around her.

“Perhaps you have lost your mind, may I remind you that you almost killed two people back there. “

You froze, was she disappointed? Out of all the people, you thought she would be proud of you. You turned to her, jumping in her path and sitting down. Forcing her to stop.

“What are you doing mutt?”

She questions, watching as you growl lowly at her. Carefully sitting up and taking an aggressive step forward.

“Y/n, you do not want to play this game with me.”

She demands, remaining rooted to the spot as you take another step forward, baring your canines at her.

“Are you going to do this because I disapprove of your actions a moment ago.”

Another step forward, another growl

“If you are going to be this childish about it then-“

She doesn’t finish as you leap at her, great paws forcing her onto the ground. She sighs, attempting to get up before you force her down with a playful growl.

“Y/n, this is an immature reactio-“

You growl at her again, pressing your nose against her throat. You hear the way she cuts herself off, the way her heart beats a millisecond faster or perhaps it was your imagination. You stay like that for a while, smelling the blood beneath her veins and giving her skin a gentle lick, receiving an almost unnoticeable shiver in return.

“Are you going to tear out my throat?”

She asks, sounding almost board of your antics. But your playful revenge was not over yet

You rear back your head, fangs on full display before biting down on her throat, careful to not hit a major artery. She gasps, surprised by your actions and yet, relishing the short pain you are putting her through. You pull away, and Wednesday notices a slight grin on your bloody wolf face.

———————————————————————

“Do not move Y/n”

Wednesday demands. You were in her dorm room in Nevermore, only having regained consciousness a moment ago. You had sat up from her bed, a blanket still draped over your body. Both your hands were on her legs, her grip firm and yet gentle as she rapped a wet cloth on your wrists, cleaning the wounds.

“They are not that deep considering how tight those cuffs were.”

You nod, unable to truly form words. You can hear the wolf barking in the back of your head. The images of Wednesday lightly trailing her hand along your fur popped to mind, a smile growing across your face. Enid sits beside you, a hand protectively around your waist. It felt comforting, being with the two people you cared about.

“Shit.”

You hiss as Wednesday dabs alcohol against your injury.

“Be quiet, do you want to die of an infection?”

“Wednesday-“

Enid mutters, causing the Raven hair to lift her head. She gives the werewolf a glare. You stay quiet as Enid slowly nods her head towards you. Words being silently passed between the two roommates.

“Enid,”

Wednesday finally says, looking back down to the blood across your arms.

“Please go to the infirmary and bring me some clean bandages and an ice pack.”

“Icepack?”

You ask, as Enid rubs your shoulder before leaving quickly.

“You hit your head.”

Your crush answers, silence passing between the two of you. You wince as she wraps your wrists tightly in the cloth, holding it firmly in place.

“Why did you wolf out when they insulted me?”

Wednesday suddenly asks, keeping her eyes fixated on your injury. You swallow nervously, desperately trying to find a reasonable excuse.

“They were being mean. It upset me.”

You mutter, attempting to hide the way you blush as her eyes meet yours.

“Yet, they insulted you many times before me. They insulted me once and you wolfed out.”

“Well, your my Friend.”

You say far too quickly, you were terrified she would reject you. Terrified she would insult you and walk away. Enid returns before Wednesday can say anything else. You notice the way she hesitates. Perhaps noticing the way she may have interrupted something. You hoped there was going to be something to interrupt.

“I’m going to find Yoko, she might have news about Sheriff Galpin.”

Both you and Wednesday nod in response. Watching in silence as she leaves the room again. You eyes are drawn from the door by the sound of Wednesday hitting the ice pack to get it to work.

“I am going to have a look at the wound on your head.”

You nod, praying that she cannot hear the way your heart beats rapidly against your chest as she comes to the side of you face. You flinch as she pressed the cloth against your bloody forehead.

She ignores you and yet seems to be that little bit gentler with you. Your wolf begins to whine in the back of your head, making you blush as you feel her fingers moving hair out of the way to check the wound.

“Shut it.”

You hiss as your wolf barks at her in your head. Wednesday pauses and places the ice pack against your head before sitting in the chair in-front of you.

“The wolf?”

“Y-yeah! How did you know?”

You stutter, embarrassed slightly. She turns away, picking up the bandages she had placed on her desk.

“Enid mentioned it happens after the first shift.”

she mutters, turning back to your wrists before beginning wrap a bandage around one of them.

Silence

Again

WHY WAS THERE SILENCE????

“There was something that I wish to ask you!”

She says, finishing covering one of your wrists before moving to the other. You smile at her, your heart pounding against your chest as if you were going to shift again.

“why did you take a bullet for me?”

She looks up, and you see it. In her cold, dark (but deep) eyes. You can see why she was asking. Why you saved her, why you shifted for her.

Hope

It seemed stupid that you hadn’t seen it before, that the very desperate feelings that you were suffering with every time you heard Wednesday’s name….. she too was experiencing. Out of everyone, you thought you would be the one person to notice all her hidden thoughts.

But love had blinded you

“I think you know the answer Wednesday.”

You whispered, leaning an inch closer. She stiffened slightly, a ghostly action, but one you caught. You freeze, allowing her to come to you.

“Are you expressing your-“

She paused, obviously unsure of the right word to use.

“I like you Wednesday, I obviously like you!”

You laugh, feeling free from the secret you had kept for what felt like centuries. You suck in a nervous breath as the raven hair looks back at you. Her face remaining emotionless

“That is why you took a bullet for me, why you would of torn apart those two bo-“

You growl, grabbing her by the back of the head and kissing her firmly. It takes a moment, but she mimics your action, leaning further into you.

When you pull away, she chooses to ignore the stupid grin that had spread across your face. You eyes scan her face, catching the faint marks of your bite in the forest earlier still fresh on her neck. You chuckle, remembering the way you had behaved, like a puppy (a love sick puppy)

“You still taste of blood.”

She mutters, attempting to hide a faint smile. You chuckle, pulling her in again, feeling the way her hand finds it’s way onto your leg. When you finally pull away, your cocky grin is impossibly big. You look at her, intertwining your fingers with hers, ignoring the faint pain from your wrist.

“Well….doesn’t my revenge taste sweet?”

[stories4thepack]

Revenge is so sweet (part 4)

Wednesday Addams x reader

Warning: wolfing out, blood, violence, assault, description of gore (not too much) and other stuff!

Everything hurts

That’s all you can focus on, how each crack of your bones sends an explosion of pain throughout your body.

Your nails grow, curve, dig into the wooden floor you have fallen onto. You feel taller, stronger as your back arches and tears through your shirt.

When you finally look up, look past the pain blinding you, the boys meet your gaze. A grin grows across your face as your wolf features take over, they scream as you howl, throwing your head and paws into the air as everyone around you flees the building. All except them

And they are all you can see

You large paws hit the floor again, mane flowing along your back almost glowing scarlet with your fury.

Enid screams your name, begs you to stop but Wednesday stands there, almost in shock at the fact that your trigger………..was her

You pounce, forcing one of the boys into the ground, claws tearing at his clothes and digging into his flesh. Blood flowed over your paws, his screams were drowned out by the need for revenge. You grab the boys arm in you jaw, canines biting deep into his flesh. You waits until you heard his bones break in a satisfying snap before you threw his arm back down.

Your head snaps to the other boys as they begin to run to the exit, a growl breaks through your body. You slowly get up from the limp boy, ignoring his quiet whimper as you stalked the other two Normies.

They reach the door, desperately ripping it open and scrabbling over each other to escape. Until one grabs the back of the others hoodie, throwing him to the floor, right at your paws. He screams as you look down, lurching forward to bite off his face

Until you bite into something else, immediately you lurch away, suddenly aware of the scent of your crush. You give the girl a whimper as you look at her face and slowly loom down at her arm, which she had placed above the boy. Your pointy ears lay onto the back of your head which you hang in shame, your tail disappears between your legs.

“Y/n, come along, we do not need to damage anyone else.”

You snarl at her, placing your paw firmly onto the boys chest, claws digging into his shirt, lightly pressed into his skin

“I know what they said, but I can punish them another day. I want you to get away from here before the Sheriff forces himself into this.”

You Bark and glare at the boy, forcing your paw further into the human, making him scream as your claws dug into his ribs, you gave the boy a wolfish grin as you slowly brought your paw downward, making a long, deep wound across his skin. Wednesday stares at you, refusing to react to the boys suffering cries.

“Y/n”

Your name causes your ear to flick, acknowledging the Raven hair in front of you. Yet, you didn’t stop the agonising revenge you were inflicting……UNTIL……

You felt a hand on the side of your head

When your head snapped upwards, your eyes were met the commanding glare of your crush. Wednesday’s dark eyes seemed cold, yet hid the tiny gentleness you had never received from her before. Her hand moved slightly, only slightly, but it was enough to make you tilt your great, wolf head into her palm. Your fur covering her fingers with a warmth Wednesday would never want to cease feeling.

A purr rippled up your throat as Wednesday gave you a gentle, silent tug, making you follow her. You carefully removed your claws from the crying boy beneath you, falling into a careful pace beside her, paws dripping blood across the cafe. You heard Enid follow, sending useless apologies to the two boys as she hurried behind you.

Wednesday guided you out the door, hand trailing up and down the side of your head. Enid would of taken a video of your wagging tail if she wasn’t (slightly) shaken by the event.

People froze, their mouthes agape, eyes filled with fear as you were taken away from the scene, heading towards the woods. They scuffles about, screamed the boys names, called for the police, insult your kind. But you couldn’t care, you were with Wednesday.

“Alright Y/n,”

She spoke at the edge of the woods, her voice completely calm and neutral, even after what she had witnessed. Though, to be fair, she had seen and experiences worse!

“Go, we will see you back at school.”

You whined, tail tucking between your legs. It made Wednesday’s cold body flutter ever so slightly, though nobody would ever know that.

“Y/n”

She said sternly, throwing you one of her iconic icy glares.

“I have to clean up this mess you made, I cannot come with you.”

You growled lowly, you lurched forward at her, grabbing her hand as gently as you could in your jaws. Refusing to let go.

“Y/n-“

“Go Wednesday.”

Enid grinned, finally holding her phone to record The adorable event. Knowing full well Wednesday will punish her later. You tugged gently on the Raven hairs hand, not wanting to pierce her pale skin with your canines.

Wednesday hesitated a moment, glared at Enid, before being guided by you into the woods.

Your tail wagging the entire time

[stories4thepack]

Revenge is so Sweet (Part 3)

Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: blood, violence, reader being weird/dangerous, werewolf shit, swearing (and more?)

What triggers your wolf, is not what anyone expected.

You pound at the tree, knuckles almost aching as you punch the wood. Leaving a fist sized hole halfway through it. It had taken you barley anytime to do so, your new crossbreed strength greatly assisting your effort.

“Is there a reason you are destroying yet another Oak?”

A monotone voice behind you asks. You know who it is, your friend and crush. Wednesday Addams. She was no doubt staring at the other two trees you had already knocked down with your bare hands. By the sounds of the snapping in front of you, there was about to be a third.

“Do I need a reason?”

You asked, the overwhelming emotions you had felt a while ago growing as numb as your knuckles. You don’t hear Wednesday, until she is right in front of you, grasping your hands with terrifying strength for a young girl so small.

“You need to get your act together.”

“Easier said then done.”

You hiss snatching your hands away, backing away from the girl. You watch as the mutilated trunk gives way. causing it fall away from the both of you.

”How did you know I was here?”

You question, ignoring the echoing crash as the tree hit the dry ground. “You always come here after a nightmare.”

She responds calmly, watching as you turn away with a slight huff.

“Is there a reason you followed me out here?”

You ask wiping the dirt and bits of blood off the back of your hand. You grab your new blazer off the ground, the Nevermore logo gleaming up at you in the morning sun.

“Enid wants to meet the both of us in Jericho.”

“I’ll meet you there then”

You mutter and walk away, leaving Wednesday where you left her.

———————————————————————

You hadn’t stepped foot in the town since you were released from hospital. You had confined yourself to both your dorm room and the woods. You were never one to enjoy silence, but now it was something your cherished.

Walking into town alongside a werewolf and a psychic was something you did nearly everyday when you were human. You had never truly noticed the looks they got.

But now you were wrapped in the revealing blue uniform.

The stares were twisted with hatred, people you once knew so well now turned to whoever was next to them, muttering your name with a forked tongue.

“Hey Y/n!”

Someone shouted, you recognised the voice and immediately spun on your heel to be face to face with your old friends, Nat and Jamie.

“Hey.”

You smiled nervously, afraid of the little comments that people whispered all around you.

“Thought you were dead! When did you come out of hospital.”

Nat asked, Enid and Wednesday both notices the way her words were spoken as if her dreams had been crushed. You tried to ignore it.

“About 2 months ago.”

“And it’s taken you this long to come back?”

James asks you, his words laced with poorly hidden venom. Wednesday takes a step forward, preparing to tear the boys throat out. A grin spread along their faces as you stammered slightly

“Y-yeah. I needed time to settle at Nevermore.”

“And how is it there?”

Nat asks, a devious glint in her eye.

“I mean, now your a Freak like your bitch of a girlfriend.”

It was a punch to the gut, the way they insulted you like they hadn’t known your for years before. The way they stared with the same hatred as everyone else. Yet what was worse, was the way they addressed Wednesday. The way they insulted Wednesday.

your Wednesday

Your heart pounds against your chest and an unfamiliar aching burns around your body. Your teeth throb, as if they were growing, curving into something monstrous.

“Watch it.”

You growl, but the words don’t seem to belong to you. They are spoken with an animalistic gruffness that makes Nat flinch back and James’ grin falter. Enid grabs your arm, sending a fake smile towards the two Normies before pulling you away.

“Breath Y/n, in and out through your mouth.”

You do as your told, slightly comforted by the grim images Wednesday describes. Enid’s familiar werewolf scent calms you slowly and she squeezes your arm, guiding you to the Weathervane while you slowly quiet the pounding of your heart. Once inside, Wednesday sits you down in a booth and leaves with Enid to the front counter. You can hear your name passed between them, no doubt worried you might shift for the first time.

You lean your head against the back of the soft chair, closing your eyes for a moment as the sound of the busy Cafe fills your ears. It’s almost comforting, the chattering and low buzzing of the coffee machines. You feel the ache slowly subside as your two (Ex) friends leave your mind.

“Well well.”

Laughs a voice behind you. A couple of low chuckles following the words.

“Looks like we have a new monster in town!”

You eyes snap open as your met with the tormentors of Jericho, the three boys who make Nevermore Students hate themselves and their kind. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Wednesday place her cups of coffee on the counter and Enid begging her to stay out of it.

“Not going to say anything Bitch?”

One of the boys laughs, his face up into yours as you try your hardest not to beat the grin off his face.

“I don’t need this right now.”

You mutter, standing to leave. One of the boys grabs you by the scruff of your shirt, his lips growing into a wicked smile.

“That’s exactly the sort of thing Tyler used to tell us, and we all know what a monster he was. “

“Do not compare her to that Killer!”

Wednesday states, causing the boys to spin around. Her face is calm, but her eyes stare into the boys soul. No doubt already figuring out a way to tear their hearts out.

“You? YOU! Are calling him a killer?”

One of the boys spoke up, obviously numb enough to forget the last time they had faced off against Wednesday. He chuckles, taking a step closer as his mate releasing your shirt.

“Because- if I got this correct. He was the one to stick his tongue down your throat. “

The boys laugh and Wednesdays jaw clenches, her eyes darkening further. Your hearts began to pound again, teeth and now your nails aching and growing into something unfamiliar.

“What? Are we wrong? You were the one to practically suck the blood off his tongue, right?”

One of the others laughs, taking another step closer so he stood beside his friend. Your began to heave, lungs feeling impossibly tight and yet like they would leap out of your chest.

Enid is at your side in a second, face in front of yours, attempting to calm your heavy breaths. The boys all turn, fear in two of their eyes. And yet, one of them seeks to win the one sided fight. And he goes and says the one thing that makes you snap.

“What? Getting upset because your crush hooked up with that murderer, that whore.”

and he pulls the trigger.

You scream as your spine snaps, falling to the floor as the cracks of your bones echoes about the cafe. The boys begin to back away as Wednesday darts to your side.

“Y/n, listen to me, breath. Ignore them. Just-“

You roar, pushing her carelessly to the side as your sight is tinted red. All you can see is the boys and all you want is revenge. For everything they have put people through. For what they put you through. For the things they said about Wednesday

Your pouncing on the boys before anyone could stop you.

(part 4 coming soon!)

[stories4thepack]

Here but gone (part 2)

Wednesday Addams x demon!reader

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

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

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

“No”

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

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

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

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

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

A tear nearly escaped onto her ghostly cheek

“Y/n,”

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

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

———————————————————————

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

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

“It does, but it’s also dangerous. “

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

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

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

“Have you ever-“

“No”

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

“Do you ever want to?”

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

“Nearly all the time.”

———————————————————————

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

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

———————————————————————

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

And she knew what was causing it…

“Y/n, you do need blood”

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

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

“Then human blood?”

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

“There’s still the problem of who.”

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

———————————————————————

“Y/n, stay with me.”

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

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

“Y/n, I apologise.”

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

You can’t resist. And Wednesday knows it.

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

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

you were loosing control.

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

“Y/n, that’s enough.”

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

“Y/n!”

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

“Y/n!”

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

[stories4thepack]

Revenge is so sweet (pt.2)

Wednesday x fem!reader

After being shot, you wake up in hospital. With someone special beside you with some horrible (or exciting) information

Warnings: flashbacks, mentions of blood, pain, fluff and I think that’s it

Pain

That is all you can feel before your eyes open. A pain, though numbed slightly, exploded from your waist as burning hot as-

Flames, flames danced before your eyes, taunting you with the memories of that night. Crack stones undead, scared face loomed in front of yours, eyes with the glare of a starved dog. Your own screams echoed in your ears as the bullet tore through your flesh again, and again, and again. You felt Wednesdays cool hands catch you on repeat as you cried out in agony, blood seeping between your fingers and trailing down your skin.

All you could feel was pain.

Until a pair of cold hands grasp your face gently, a voice talking to you softly, or at least trying to. They sounded panicked, sounded in pain. Was someone else shot? Was someone else suffering as you were?

“Y/n”

Wednesday. Wednesday was calling your name. Suddenly you could hear the beeping of a machine nearby, feel the coolness of the air around you. And when your eyes snapped open, your were met with the face you loved so much. You grasps her arm, lights blinding you as she moved to crouch at your side.

“Part of me was hoping you were dead, then Thing would have another party to crash.”

You chuckled slightly at her words, laying your head back down onto the pillow. At least she hadn’t changed, but you give her the usual retort answer, even though your words were weak and partly forced from your pain filled body.

“I had hoped people wouldn’t be celebrating my death.”

“More your life. Never understood why that needs celebrating.”

“I’m not surprised.”

You didn’t like the scratchy, hoarse sound of your voice from not being used for a long time. You take in the white walls of the hospital around you. The uncomfortable looking chair beside you which you expect Wednesday had been sitting on. The heart monitor, showing a surprisingly stable beat of your own.

“Was your death pleasant?”

You couldn’t properly answer her question, your mind plaguing you with cruel images of how you died. Showing you the subtle things you had missed: the grin on Laurels face, the smoke from the gun, the cut on the palm of your hand from the broken sword, but also

The tear on Wednesdays cheek

You turn to say something to Wednesday, perhaps apologise, but the door to your room flies open and Enid, Yoko and Eugene run in.

“Y/n, I am so sorry we did that, I hope Wednesday put it kindly.”

Enid stammers, placing a shaking hand on the end of your bed. You furrow your eye brows, confused as to what the werewolf meant.

“I mean, it doesn’t turn you fully. You like a crossbreed now.”

“Enid.”

Wednesday mutters and from the corner of my eye, I see her iconic death glare Nevermore is haunted by. But the werewolf continues, too distracted by her stammered words to notice.

“Being part werewolf isn’t that bad, you don’t transform every full moon, you can eat raw meat and you-“

“What!”

You shout, jumping up before crying out in pain, falling back onto the bed as the wound pounds painfully. Wednesday slips her hand into yours, her thumb tracing the back of your knuckles lightly as to try to comfort you. The three in the room look confused, Yoko looks a little scared as Wednesdays glare seems to burn into her soul, or where her soul should have been.

“I had not told her yet, but thank you Enid for putting it so kindly.”

The werewolf hangs her head in shame before walking out the room, Yoko wrapping her arm around her as they both leave. Eugene smiles at you slightly, before following suit.

“So, I’m a werewolf?”

Wednesday shakes her head, speaking slowly for you to understand.

“A transformation had to be under a full moon and done by a werewolf in wolf form. Enid could hear your heart begin to give out, so she bit your arm. We had no idea if it was going to work. “

Wednesday lifts the sleeve of your hospital gown to reveal the deep bite mark left in your skin. You look away quickly, not wanting to be reminded in anyway about your bigger, more painful injury.

“And it did, but after a bit of research, it doesn’t turn you fully. Which is never what we wanted to have to do. Your a crossbreed, part human, part werewolf. It means, like Enid said, that you can eat raw food and drink blood if you do wished. “

“Like a vampire? From the throat?”

You question, both excited and horrified at the idea. Wednesday nods.

“Well, as a crossbreed parts of your wolf form will come out in your human one. Like claws and fangs. So yes, you could drink blood from someone as a vampire does. But, this is what Enid wanted me to be gentle about, you won’t transform every full moon, but you will transform with a trigger. “

You furrow your eye brows, not quite understanding what she meant. Wednesday sighed before leaning forward to you.

“No crossbreed knows what their trigger is until it happens, could be a person, a place, could even be a thought or a memory that could make you feel strong emotions and trigger you to wolf out. Whether at night or not “

“So you mean, until we find this trigger, I am dangerous?”

You look away, too much going through your mind about the information you had just received.

“But I don’t get it! Why did she have to?”

You fell silent, feeling Wednesdays other hand come to your face. When you turned back to her, she smiled too faintly for others to notice, but you did.

“I promise I will help you through this.”

She states, her eyes never leaving yours. You smile at her, leaning into her hand on your cheek.

“I need to know more though, how to control it.”

“It saved you y/n, by turning you, even partly, it gave your body the animalistic strength you needed to survive the trip to the hospital. “

Wednesday smiles, lowering you back into your bed slowly before pressing a button on the wall. No doubt calling the nurse to say you were awake. No doubt to drug you again.

“I don’t want to go back to sleep. “

The nurse walks in, but you don’t look at her. All you can do is look at your crush as the nurse does something behind you. Adding more drugs into your system, making your eyes droop heavily. And just before your out again, reliving the moment you almost died, you hear Wednesday mutter.

“I will help you understand, perhaps over coffee.”

[stories4thepack]

Revenge is so sweet

Wednesday x fem!reader

Warnings: gun, blood, reader death, murder

(If you want a part 2, message below, requests about the plot are welcome!)

The courtyard was in flames, the heat almost burning your skin. Though the gothic outcast beside you didn’t seem too bothered by the intense fire

The downside of being a Normie was that you were.

You had run into the courtyard looking for Enid. The werewolf had always looked after you when you needed her. You wanted to repay the favour. When you had run into the school, ignoring the shouts of the students behind you, you knew that Enid would not be here.

But someone else would

And if you could help the girl you had a crush on, that would give you a better chance of being allowed to buy her coffee.

And within three minutes of arriving, you had plunged a broken sword into Crackstones back. Narrowly missing his heart, but shifting his attention onto you instead of Wednesday who he had been slowly suffocating.

And when Wednesday plunged the tip of the shattered blade into his black heart, you ran to her side as his body exploded, thinking that you would be able to ask her out.

Until you heard the gun click

“Y/n, why would you betray your own kind?”

Laurel hissed as she walked down the steps, gun trained on Wednesday.

“You brought a gun to a sword fight, probably the first smart move you’ve made all day”

But Wednesdays voice began to fade as a loud buzzing filled your ears. You saw Laurels lips moving, her finger tightening slowly around the trigger. You didn’t even have a second to think, before the gun shot echoed around the Quad.

You wrapped your arms tightly around Wednesdays shoulders, crying out as you heard the gun fire. Stumbled into her, her cold hands going to your back, trying to keep you standing

Her fingers slipped into your bullet wound

You fell, Wednesday only just catching you before you hit the floor. Her eyes were filled with shock, her fingers went to you face as she tried to get you to respond to her

But it hurt

You place one of your hands over your stomach, trying to stop the blood flowing from the wound. You didn’t want to die, you wanted to hug Enid, wanted to see your parents smiling faces.

Wanted to buy Wednesday one fucking coffee!

Your chest felt tight, your breathing becoming slowly more difficult. You could feel Wednesdays arm around the back of your shoulders, and suddenly dying didn’t feel quite so bad. Because she was holding you…

“Wednesday.”

You muttered, smiling slightly as you looked at her. Taking in each and every inch of her face. Your free, bloody hand went to her cheek, thumb brushing stray strands of her hair from in front of her eyes.

You hear a loud buzzing and what seems to be Eugene swearing, but you’ve become too weak to move your head to look.

Why would you want to look away from Wednesdays gentle gaze anyway

“That was something,”

You smile, the action making you wince. Wednesday opens her mouth to respond, but she’s cut off by your sudden coughing and distracted by the blood flowing out of your mouth. She hadn’t realised she was holding your hand, adding more pressure to your wound before she felt blood cover her fingers. Your blood, coating her skin.

And this time, it didn’t feel as nice.

“You owe me a coffee.”

You say, your sight slowly becoming darker with each weak breath

“But now, you’ll have to go with Enid.”

“I would rather go with you.”

Wednesday states, her heart aching with the thought of loosing you, knowing that it was going to happen. She could hear the paramedics behind her, feel the hands trying to pry her off you. Before she’s torn away from your side, she hears you mutter

“I knew it.”

Wednesday had never felt more angry, and she knew just who to take it out on. The second the paramedics disappeared with your body on a stretcher, she turned to face the bitch who had killed you.

And she loved the way her skull cracked under her boot more than you would ever imagine.

Because revenge tasted so sweet!

[stories4thepack]

The moon

Wednesday x werewolf!reader

You wolf out to finally put your bully in his place, but Wednesday (for once) decides that murder is not the best option…

Warnings: violence, blood, reader in wolf form and Wednesday being soft, reader being protective, swearing.

Wednesday was alerted by the screaming of her classmates. She looked up from her typewriter, listening to the bliss filled sound for a moment, willing to stay where she was as whatever happened, happened.

The second Thing tapped your name, she was flying through the corridors to the Quad. Crashing into other students as she charged towards the commotion.

The school was stretched in a circle around something she could not quite see. The werewolves all standing like police in front of the crowd, growling at whatever danger had broken into the school.

For a second, Wednesday thought it might be Tyler. Until, she heard a panicked cry.

When she walked closer, she hear the silent sniggers of some of the students, mainly the sirens.

“Got off you bitch!”

A voice very familiar to Wednesday cried out from in the centre of the circle. A voice she despised with all of her heart.

“Y/n, let him go…”

Came Enid’s shaky voice, the crowd parted as the goth walked into the heart of the circle. A slight smile appearing on her face as she sees what’s happening.

In the centre, stood a grand, magnificent werewolf, teeth bared at the boy who it had pinned on the floor. It’s claws sank slowly into his shoulders as he threw insults and screams at the dog.

At you

Wednesday knew it was you immediately, you were larger and stronger than a regular werewolf and while the other furs had a 50/50 human/wolf look about them, your wolf, looked much more of a bear sized husky than a usual werewolf. This being one of the reasons why some of the werewolves saw you as odd. As a target for bullying.

The stuff they said, usually caused your emotions to get the better of you, meaning that you could wolf out in broad daylight; and when that happened, you didn’t have great control of what you did in your wolf form.

“Fucking Bitch!”

The boy yelled from beneath your great paws, crying out as your claws sank ever deeper into his flesh. Spit dripped from your bared tusks onto the boys face. Ah, Wednesday recognised him now.

Trevor Silverton

Or Something like that. Another Werewolf whose little pack treated you like shit everyday for no apparent reason apart from you being different.

“Wednesday, could you stop your girl?”

Bianca snapped from behind her, but the Raven hair felt reluctant to do so.

One: it was Bianca asking.

Two: you were getting revenge. Entertaining revenge at that.

Trevor screamed as a snap echoed around the Quad. Your claws had broken through his bone, it brought a toothy grin to your Canine face. Wednesday was enjoying this, enjoying the blood soaking the green grass. Enjoying the agonising cries of your bully. But most of all:

She was enjoying this side of you….

“Wednesday, please stop her!”

Enid almost cried from the other side of the circle. Wednesday rolled her eyes. Why was everyone else incapable of looking after you?

She takes a step forward, the sound of her feet crunching on the scarlet grass causing you to snap your feral eyes in her direction. A snarl slipping from your lips.

“Y/n, I will happily assist you in the unfortunate demise of this mutt, but perhaps we could do so without so many witnesses.”

Your girlfriend mutters calmly, approaching without any caution as your eyes scan the crowd of students. Your ears flick as you hear a teachers voice shouting across the courtyard - no doubt Principle Weems.

“Get off of me!”

Trevor shouts, using his knee to kick your stomach. You freeze, before your great head turns to face him again, your eyes burning a furious silver. Wednesday closes the distance between you, placing her hand on the top of your head, your soft fur slipping between her fingers.

“Do not hurt him Y/n!”

Wednesday demands, her voice commanding and powerful, yet with a subtle hint of gentleness that only you would be able to detect. Your eyes flicked up to her face, but open jaw remained poised over Trevor’s throat. Almost asking her why you shouldn’t kill him now.

“What did he do to her Enid?”

Wednesday questioned, never breaking eye contact with you as Enid stuttered her response.

“Y/n came into the quad and Trevor yelled the same fucked up stuff at her. But then, he threw, I’m not sure what it said, but a paper airplane with a note on it, then she wolfed out.”

Wednesday gritted her teeth, her jaw clenching so tightly that it looked like it would break.

“Where. Is. The. Note.”

She demanded, each word slow and toxic, making the other students around her shuffle fearfully. Xavier arrives from behind her, the crumpled, slightly torn note in his hand Wednesday snatched it off him, her face growing even more furious with each word she read.

Wednesday shouldn’t be dating a pup like you. I bet you can’t even look after her like she wants. If I were her, I would kill myself for dating a messed up dog!

The goth slowly raised her head, her eyes somehow more hate-filled than her girlfriend’s.

“She should tear your throat out right now. I am done with you treating her this way. I have warned you once too many times. The only reason your alive, is because she told me not to kill you, now I think she’s having second thoughts…”

She hissed, hatred boiling in her words. You bark, rearing your head to strike, as if her words were your kill command. But her cold hand returns to between your ears before you can bite down

“Y/n, you cannot give into such a pathetic child. He is nothing but an insect compared to the greater things going on beyond these walls. “

The students begin to turn around as several, running feet can be heard heading towards the circle of pupils. Principle Weem’s heavy breathing loud enough to hear a mile away. You look at your girlfriend, freezing for a moment before slowly edging away from the boy, Wednesday following your steps, a hand on your head the entire time until your both walking side by side out of the Quad. The teachers shouting and panicking about the injured boy and blood soaked Quad behind you.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“Why did you react like that when you read the note?”

Wednesday asked that night, sitting beside you on the dry earth beneath a full moon. Her black, leather jacket wrapped around your naked form, your torn oversized jumper the only other thing covering you.

“Because he wrote exactly what I was afraid of.”

Your voice is calm, though still with the slight animalistic growl your wolfing out had caused. You rest your head on her shoulder, wrapping your warm hand in her cold one.

“You know that you treat me better than I deserve”

“That’s not true Wednesday, you deserve the world”

Wednesday lays her head on top of yours, something she would never do in public. She was gentle for you, letting her guard down just because you made her soft. Usually she would hate that side of her, but she treasured the way you made her feel.

“But you’ve given my something better, my wolf,”

She whispers, kissing the top of your head as you purr into her neck.

“You’ve given me the moon.”

[stories4thepack]

Helloooo!! If you feel comfortable could you do a Jenna Ortega x fem!reader where Jenna has a stressful day at work and takes her anger out on the reader, but the reader hates like conflict and yelling, so the reader is like crying and goes to sleep upset and tries to avoid Jenna, but Jenna feels very bad after and apologizes and comforts the reader after?

I love your writing btwww!! 😭😭🫶🫶🫶

OMG YES!!!

Jenna couldn’t think straight. People were calling from all sides, their words pounding her ears like a drum. She felt confused, frustrated, wanting to get away from everyone and be in your arms.

“Jenna, I need you to smile!”

The director shouted, he sounded as tired as Jenna felt as she forced a smile onto her face. It was no better leaving either…

“Over here Jenna!”

“What are you working on now?”

“Can you tell us about your current movie?”

The words and shouts fell on Jenna’s numb ears as she tired not to look at the faces behind the flashing cameras. She couldn’t disappear into her car fast enough.

She couldn’t get to you fast enough.

“Hey Jen!”

You grin as she walks through the door. Your obliviousness to her exhausted state already frustrating her…

“Listen, someone called today offering you a job for another horror film. It’s sounds so cool-“

“I already have so much on.”

Jenna groans, dumping her bag on the couch before taking off her coat.

“I know, but baby, it’s the fifth movie of an incredible franchise! It’ll really boost your popularity, you’ll be changing the definition of fame-“

“I already have a lot on y/n.”

Your girlfriend hissed, anger burning behind her voice. You took a step back, suddenly nervous to be around her. You give her a shaky smile, trying to calm her down.

“I just want what’s best for you, and this could turn out to be something-“

“REALLY?!”

Jenna shouts, the bitterness in her voice making you flinch. But your girlfriend either ignores it or doesn’t notice.

“Do you really want what’s best for me? I already told you that I fucking have too on!”

Fear flows through your veins like it were a river, you begin to sweat. Her words feel so much more dangerous than any weapon, your hands begin to shake. But Jenna’s too upset to notice.

“Jen, listen, please calm down”

“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do!”

Jenna yells, and you stumble back, your legs hitting the table behind you. You grasp the edge of it, as if it would somehow protect you from whatever was about to happen.

“Don’t be another one of THEM, who tells me what to fucking do! I AM SO DONE WITH YOU!”

Tears flood down your cheeks, your too afraid of the girl you love to move. Your mind shows you your father, the way he would scream at you if you did anything wrong

“Your nothing but a disappointment, I am so done with you!”

He yells in your head. Your hands cover your ears, fingers claw desperately at your head as if you were trying to tear him out of your mind. Your body shakes uncontrollably and suddenly your on the floor, knees tucked up to your chin. Sobs breaking out of your mouth and inaudible apologies fly from your mouth.

Jenna runs towards you, guilt hitting her as hard as a speeding train. She tries to speak to you, placing a gentle hand onto your shoulder. But you jerk away from her touch, clambering away from her.

Your eyes are wild and fearful like that of a scared deer. You look at her one last time, tears flowing thick and fast down your face before you run out of the door. Jenna can hear you stumbling down the corridor, your sobs breaking through the silence of the house. She wants to chase after you. But she’s frozen on the floor, horror clouding her judgment.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You returned home two hours later, your eyes red from crying, your face pale from the icy weather outside, your tears seemingly frozen to your face. Your head looks fixedly at the ground as you walk through the door.

“Y/n”

Jenna says, ready to pour her heart to you; but you vanish into the guest room, not sparing your girlfriend a second glance. The door clicks shut as you disappear behind it, the sound somehow making Jenna guilt even worse.

Immediately, she’s up from where she is sat, walking straight to your door and knocking gently.

“Y/n, nothing can excuse what I said.”

She starts, the sound of your quiet sniffles from in the room breaks her heart. She knocks again, lighter this time as not to scare you further.

“Honey, I am so sorry. I love you so much and I promise, I will never, ever say anything like that again!”

There’s silence form behind your door, making Jenna worried, she thinks of knocking again, but decides that it would be better to speak to your face. She takes a deep breath, knowing that opening the door was a risk.

But she did it anyway.

She was slow and careful as she did so, whispering your name softly. The blinds were pulled shut, making the room almost pitch black. But, in the darkness, she could just make out your shaking form lying under your blanket on your bed.

“Honey, I’m so sorry.”

Jenna says, carefully approaching your side before slowly climbing onto the bed and lying beside you.

“May I touch you?”

She asks gently, her words almost a coo. You freeze, before nodding slightly to her. Without a second thought, she wraps her arm over your shoulder, snuggling into you. Causing a hum to be purred from your lips.

“I am so sorry! How can I make you feel better?”

She asks, you are silent for a moment before you shuffle backwards into her, resting the back of your head into her collar. She kissed your neck, lowering her arm so it was it is over your waist.

“This is good.”

You mutter, smiling to yourself as Jenna gives you a gentle squeeze as she whispers the three words you loved so much

“I love you.”

[stories4thepack]

An honour (part 2)

Wednesday x fem!reader

Warnings: slight blood, mention of death, sump Wednesday, dead reader, flashbacks

Wednesday cannot cope without you. So what happens when you pay her a visit?

You were gone...

Wednesday had held your body for what felt like hours, sorrow tearing her from the inside out. She wanted to cry but couldn’t. She felt numb. The pain so much worse than what she had already been through that night.

Nothing could hurt more than losing you.

“Wednesday,”

Enid muttered from behind her, snapping Wednesday out of her thoughts. The Raven hair had her hands on her typewriter but had been staring at the empty page for- she checks the clock on the wall- 87 minutes. It was maddening that the only thing on her mind was you.

“Wednesday, her funeral was beautiful. She had a ring of flowers on her gravestone and Yoko had placed a photo of the group into her coffin. Her playlist was playing in the background, you know, she listened to a lot of sad music, so it was quite suiting-”

Enid sobs, cutting off the rest of her words. And suddenly, Wednesday was kneeling beside you, your coughs cutting off your last few words. Wednesday could see the blood pouring out your mouth, the wounds that sunk so deep into your gut, your weak smile as the last thing you looked at was Wednesday.

“It's been an honor.”

Your weak voice cut through the silence in Wednesday’s ears, repeating until suddenly she couldn’t take it anymore. She stood from her chair, snapping out of her memory.

“I'm going for a walk.”

Wednesday muttered, storming past the crying werewolf, slamming the door shut behind her. The walk out of the school and into Jericho passed by in a blur. All she could do was picture the blood covering her hands, and the sudden drop in your chest as you gave your final breath. She hadn't even realized where she was going until she stood in front of your grave, the earth pilled in a lump above your coffin. Freshly buried. Usually a new dig site excited her, but she couldn’t feel anything, knowing it was you beneath her feet.

She hadn’t gone to your funeral. She couldn’t bring herself to do so…

She didn’t want to be met with a hundred sympathetic eyes and hear the dozen apologies from her classmates. She didn’t want to see the tears rolling down the pupils’ cheeks, most of whom treated you like dirt anyway. They shouldn't be allowed to mourn; they should be the ones 6 feet-under. Not you.

At first, she couldn’t move, afraid that her brain would torture her with more images of your hands lying limp in hers.

“I never got to thank you.”

Wednesday finally spoke, staring at your name carved into the gravestone. Somehow, she managed to keep her voice monotone and steady, even though she felt like screaming on the inside. She was an Addams, and she would never show that kind of extreme emotion. But she hoped that if you really were listening from the warm heaven of hell, that you heard the emotion she kept hidden inside herself.

“I never got to tell you so many things. You were not meant to be the one to die.”

She hadn’t realized it was raining until her blazer was soaked through to her skin, weighing her down. She hadn’t brought an umbrella, but she didn’t want to worry about that. She just wanted you to hear her voice, to hear what she never got to tell you.

“You somehow got close to me, somehow made me care.”

She walked around to your gravestone, kneeling beside it, her voice so much quieter now.

“I wish I could see your smile, hear you laugh, listen to another one of your torturously terrible jokes.”

She placed her hand on the side of the stone, tracing your name with a gentleness even she didn’t know she was capable of.

“I am so sorry.”

And suddenly, the rain was no longer pounding on top of her, she looked up and saw a black umbrella held above her. Frustration filled her body, not wanting to be interrupted in a moment of weakness.

“Enid, I do not need you to come here to be with me for ‘emotional support’!”

She hisses, standing from your grave

“Guess again,”

Wednesday spun around, her eyes wide when she saw your face. The bright, life filled glow returned to your eyes, your annoying, cocky smile on your face.

“And I don’t want you apologizing, I threw myself at the Hyde, I died because of it.”

Wednesday’s hand went to your face, feeling the warmth beneath your skin as you tilted your head to rest your cheek in her palm. Your eyes never strayed from hers.

“Mutt”

Wednesday said, her body was beginning to shake for so many reasons: the cold, her shock, but mainly because of her longing to be in your arms.

Which is exactly what happened, as you pulled her into your chest with your free arm, resting your chin on top of her head. The umbrella swaying slightly in the wind above the two of you. You kissed the top of her head, silently hoping that she would be alright with the contact, but the way she snuggled closer to you made you feel alright about breaking her rules.

“How are you here?”

Wednesday asked, pulling away from your slightly damp frame, the water from her clothes soaking into yours. You smiled, shaking your head and shrugging.

“Your having a vision”

You comment, gesturing behind her to Wednesdays body seizing up on the floor, her eyes tightly closed but a faint smile on her lips.

You looked into her eyes as she turned back around, and suddenly the images of that night flashed before your eyes, making you cry out as you clutched your gut. Wednesday immediately grasped your arm, moving it away as she lifted your white shirt to check for wounds. Thick, dark scars littered your skin as a reminder of how you had died.

“Sorry, I just, it hurt. That night hurt so much,”

A tear slides down your cheek and, ignoring her better judgment, Wednesday wiped it away with her thumb. Summoning another smile onto your face

“And it didn’t just hurt physically. Wednesday, leaving you. Hurting you. When I looked into your eyes, I thought I would never see you again. It tore me apart. I am so sorry.”

And your crying, for the first time, Wednesday was seeing you cry, and she was the reason. She grasped your hand, intertwining your fingers as you had in your final moments.

“There is so much Wednesday, I wanted to tell you.”

“You do know that you are right here with me, you can just say those things now.”

You chuckled at the calmness trying to cover Wednesday’s shaky voice. You were the only one who could see behind the death stares and gruesome murder novels. You went silent, grip tightening slightly round Wednesday’s hand.

“I want to show you...”

Wednesday gave one, curt nod at your words before your lips were on hers. Kissing her with gentle passion, as if you were testing the waters to see if it was safe. It was when Wednesday firmly kissed you back, that you really sunk into her. You hand was on the back of her head, fingers twirling through her hair as she clawed at your back desperately. The umbrella fell from your hand as it went around the Raven hairs waist, allowing the rain to pour down on you as well. It was a good few minutes, before you pulled away. Your cocky grin on back on your face.

“You have no idea how much it broke me thinking that I would never be able to that!”

“I think I know very well what it’s like.”

Wednesday stated, kissing you again, capturing your lips in desperation. The rain began to soak your hair, your skin showing under your drenched shirt. You pull away, wanting to look at the girl you loved one last time.

“You are so beautiful, like an angel…”

Wednesday scowled, glaring at you as you complimented her.

“Never call me that,”

“I’m sorry my Raven.”

“Better”

She muttered, both your eyes drawn to the sound of Wednesdays body coughing from the floor.

“I say we have another minute at most.”

You muttered, smiling at her before kissing her briefly. Your eyes begin to loose the brightness that Wednesday had longed for ever since you died.

“I don’t want to loose you again!”

She states, hand clutching yours tightly. You chuckled, the sound making Wednesdays cold heart flutter. You brushed her cheek with the back of your hand, your body slowly growing colder under her touch.

“You’ll see me again.”

“And how do you know?”

You looked at Wednesdays body, her chest rising at a steady rhythm. A few seconds left.

“Because you will never let me go that easily.”

You kissed her head, before slowly slipping your arms from her hands. Your heart breaking as you did so.

“Your a mutt.”

Wednesday states as you pull your hand from her grasp. You chuckled again, face slowly growing pale.

“But I’m your mutt!”

You smile before Wednesdays eyes snap open, the rain already soaked her face, Thing sits beside her, attempting to hold the umbrella over her body, struggling without another hand to help him out.

“See you soon Wednesday…”

You muttered to yourself as you watched her wake from her vision. Already missing the gentle touch that she had reserved for you.

Only for you….