#wednesday addams blurb

[kolsmikaelson]

Can you do a teacher catches fem yn and wednesday kissing

caught — wednesday addams x fem!reader

word count - 357 join taglist

a/n - first time writing for wednesday <3 thank you for your request!

You’re walking to your botany class when a hand reaches from around a corner and pulls you into the small hallway and a smile is brought to your face when you see Wednesday in front of you. Suddenly, Wednesday’s hands are tangled in your hair, keeping your lips on hers, as she nips at your bottom lip to gain access to the inside of your mouth. You wrap your hands around her waist pulling her chest to yours as you pull back for a moment of air, she opens her eyes and has a faint smile on her face. You look so good like this, you think, her braids are messy and her lips are pink and swollen. You lean back into her and smile into the kiss before you’re interrupted.

“Ahem.”

The sound of Ms. Weems clearing her throat caused you to pull away from Wednesday’s lips, moving to stand beside her.

“Miss Addams, Miss L/N.” Weems nods at each of you respectfully. “And what exactly are you two doing?”

You feel your cheeks heating up as you open your mouth, “It seems fairly obvious what we were doing, Ms. Weems.” Wednesday speaks, no trace of embarrassment in her voice.

“Wednesday!” you whisper-shout and lightly slap her on the arm, though there’s no point. It’s obvious that Weems heard you.

“Well Miss Addams, I’d suggest that the both of you get to your classes or else you’ll be late and we don’t want that, do we?” She asked, eyebrows raised.

“No ma’am, of course not.” Wednesday replies with a smug smirk on her face as she tugs on your hand and walks past Weems.

Wednesday knocks her hand into yours, her silent way of asking you to hold her hand as you walk together. “God, I can’t believe you did that.” you let out a laugh when she gives you a look as if to say really?. “Actually, yes, yes I can.”

“C’mon we can’t be late again just cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” The smile on your face is bright, it’s a lighthearted albeit true comment, each of you know that.

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I Bet You Think About Me

pairing: wednesday x reader

cw: angst, cheating, tyler galpin.

note: you should know that I made morticia and gomez the mean rich type of people to fit this.

summary: catering your ex-girlfriend’s wedding was certainly not what you wanted to do, but it proves to be fruitful as you get to say goodbye— and taunt her.

song: I Bet You Think About Me (feat. Chris Stapleton) (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault) by Taylor Swift ;).

proof read like once. I’m finding a lot of mistakes because I’m tired LMAO.

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It had been exactly three months since Wednesday had called off your relationship. She claimed you were too childish and that you were just too different from her— that you couldn’t fit into her world. Looking back on it now you can only laugh, the true reason why Wednesday broke up with you was because she was too scared of the consequences.

Despite what she claims and what others believe, Wednesday does care about what her family thinks. And her family, the richest and most powerful people in all of New York, had high expectations in who she would date. They certainly didn’t think (or even know) that Wednesday wanted to date someone below her status, below her age for that mater. Nine years wasn’t too bad, but her parents wanted Wednesday to be nine years younger than her rich, male lover. Unfortunately you didn’t fit any boxes where it mattered. 

But as you’re catering her wedding, watching Wednesday dance with her new husband, you really can’t help but chuckle. Wednesday’s been staring at you for the entire event, and you know damn well she’s been thinking about you. You see it in the way she eyes your work attire, — a tight, clad semi-formal suit— and in the way she frowns the moment her husband draws her attention away from you. It’s obvious. 

Buts it’s only until the service is almost over that she approaches you. 

“Hi.”

You look down to the glasses you’d been cleaning previously, trying to help out your friend with his own job. “Mrs. Galpin, is it?”

Wednesday scoffs, arms crossing over her chest. “Yeah, it is now.”

You nod, wiping a white cloth against the crystal glass of the cup. It’s almost as thick as the tension between you two. 

“Look, I want to tell you that I’ve moved on, and that I think it’s really immature of you to show up here.”

Your eyes widen drastically as you stare at Wednesday and her audacity. Grabbing her by the wrist, you drag her into the nearest storage closet so you can scream at her. She doesn’t stop you because she wont dare to make a scene with her filthy-rich family here. Her wrist in your hand brings up dead memories, memories long buried under sadness and anger. 

When the door clicks shut, you finally turn around to yell at her. “I’m doing my job, Wednesday. I didn’t have a choice because unlike you I can’t just wait until my trust fund opens. As you’ve made very, very, very, clear, I don’t have one!”

Wednesday rolls her eyes, her fingers adjusting the hem of her dress. “Just don’t cause anything. You and I both know that you were always dramatic.”

“Oh, I’m dramatic? You got engaged a week after we broke up to please your parents.”

“We were never going to work out! I like him! It wasn’t for my parents.”

“I don’t have to be one of your many shrinks to know you’ll never be happy with him. In fact,” you step closer to Wednesday, rage clouding the thoughts telling you to leave it be, “I bet you think about me.

“You’re out here marrying rich, handsome guys and trying to chase a status your parents want you to have, but I bet you’ve never felt so locked up in your life.”

Wednesday shudders, her cold gaze darting around your face.

“Why’s that?” she asks, still trying to act like she’s in power.

“Because you never felt more free than when you were with me.”

Wednesday gulps, her head whipping to the storage closet as she tries to not look at you. She fails, and proves your point beautifully. You shake your head, disbelief and disappointment the only thing you feel.

“Goodbye, Wednesday. Enjoy the wedding and let me do my job peacefully.”

Your hand retreats from the wall behind her, when they got there you can’t remember, and you turn around. Wednesdays hands reach out to grab your face before you have enough time to register what’s happening. 

Her lips are still just as soft as they were that night she left you. Her kisses are still sweet and passionate, always expressing what she can’t say through words. You sigh, forgetting about the wedding, about her parents, and about her husband waiting for another dance just beyond that door. 

It doesn’t take long until your fingers thread themselves in her dress and then you remember all of those things and more. You remember why she dumped you— why you have to let her go. You pull away harshly, taking a few quick steps back and sprint out the door. Wednesday doesn’t bother chasing after you. 

You run to your friend James, alerting him of your well-earned break that you decide to take. He nods, waving you off as you dart out of the venue. The early spring snow sets against the slush and you sigh. The cold grounds you, remembering the night three months prior. 

You shift on Wednesdays lap, laying your head on her shoulder. She’s reading in peace, a book her friend recommended, you recall. Her friend had claimed it had changed his view on life, and had told Wednesday it would do wonders for her. She was only reading it to poke fun at it. 

The movie in the background was long forgotten by you, your eyes instead lining her jawline and the soft curve of her nose. 

“Wednesday.”

“Yes?” she asks, flipping the page over. She doesn’t look at you, or even stop reading her book. 

You’ve been noticing this for the past two weeks now, her attention has been dwindling. Wednesday’s become more stressed and angry. Fights have been more frequent, at least two every other day. It’s always over minuscule stuff too, like how you dress, where you work, how Wednesday doesn’t like the way you hold your fork, or the way you laugh like a kid. You told her maybe it’s because you are one. After all, you’re twenty two and she’s thirty-one. Wednesday ignored you for hours that day. 

“Will you put the book down?”

“Why?” Again, no eye contact. 

“Because I want to have a real conversation.”

“We are.”

You scoff, swinging your feet off of her thighs and stand up, the book getting knocked to the floor. You don’t apologize despite her shouts, instead you grab your keys and shrug on your coat. 

“Where are you going?” she demands, hands trying to grab the keys out of your pocket. 

You swat her away and tie your shoelaces. “For a walk.”

“The hell you are! It’s eleven at night and December, it’s too late and too cold.”

You ignore her again, swinging the door open and skipping outside. Wednesday doesn’t follow you, but you don’t need to look back to know that. The door slamming tells you enough. 

That night when you got home, a clear head and a fresh apology with you, Wednesday called you childish. She told you that dating you was a mistake, that meeting you was one. And then her bag of belongings— you remember frowning over the fact that she only had an unpacked bag of stuff— was thrown into her corvette. 

It didn’t matter how much you clung to her, begging that she didn’t do this, she shrugged you off and left without so much as a glance back.

When your five minute break was over, you walked back into the wedding and continued working. Wednesday wasn’t anywhere to be seen for the rest of the night.

Maybe it wasn’t the goodbye you wanted, but it sure was a loud one. All you can hope is that Wednesday is tormented by what you once had, because at least you can certainly bet she thinks about you. 

[writing-the-stars]

May I request a (Wednesday Addams x fem reader) where reader visits Wednesday’s house, and they get caught cuddling by Morticia and so Wednesday throws reader off of her, and denies anything happened, but Morticia won’t let it go and teases her? Have a good day and thanks for reading my request. :]

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Pairing: Wednesday Addams x GN!Reader

Summary: Wednesday indulges in a moment of vulnerability

Warnings: Rushed Ending. Not As Well Executed As I Would Like.

Word Count: 529

A/N: The amount of rewrites this little blurb underwent is ridiculous! Every time I'd start writing I'd get halfway through, think it was stupid, and completely erase everything I had written. I am now just forcing myself to post this because I know it will probably never get posted if I don't. I'm sorry you had to wait so long and I hope it's not too much of a letdown. Thank you for reading!

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Wednesday lay stiffly by your side– arms awkwardly wrapped around your frame as you held her close to you. Physical affection was something the macabre girl was still attempting to grow accustomed to, having previously only maintained physical contact to maim someone. Touching someone with such tenderness and intimacy felt foreign to the psychic, but she could not deny the odd sense of security she felt being encased in your arms. 

Wednesday heeded her mother’s warning about the dangers of her psychic abilities. She felt the pressure of losing herself to the darkness of her visions every day. The threat of being driven to isolation never bothered the raven-haired girl before, but now that she has begrudgingly found herself attached to people she did not want to lose, remaining balanced was a grueling battle she was intent on resulting victorious. 

The grounding of your arms helped with this ambition as you seemed to deflect feelings of distrust. You had always been a steadfast resource for the Addams girl. Never questioning her dubious midnight expeditions or unsavory schemes. You had always proven yourself faithful to her– a constant companion she had not realized she wanted until you. You made it easy for her to breathe, to allow herself small moments of vulnerability she could only ever share with you. 

It was gratifying to have moments like these. Moments where she did not feel the need to hide behind her biting wit and cold wall of apathy she had built around herself– not that she would ever admit that to anyone but herself. You provide her with a sense of safety she realizes she has been lacking. 

Being with you has begun opening her eyes to the logic behind what she once believed was her mother’s foolish decision. While she would never give up her own ambitions in life to be a housewife, she could see what lured her mother in. Though again, she rather act as a human doll for Enid than let anyone else know this. The infuriating smirk donning her mother’s lips when she brought you home this evening was enough of an “I told you so” for Wednesday to last the rest of her life. 

Of course, as Wednesday was starting to learn since her arrival to Nevermore, she could not always get what she wanted, and as her bedroom door creaked open– the slim frame of her mother lurking in the doorway– she knew she would be haunted by this moment forever. Still, the raven-haired girl thrusts your body off of hers in a futile attempt to preserve some of her pride. 

“Wednesday!” you exclaim– body thumping against the hardwood of her bedroom floor. 

Morticia raises a thinly shaped eyebrow– that maddening knowing smirk adorning her lips. 

“I was attempting to show them how to suffocate someone,” Wednesday announces, the pathetic excuse for a lie the first thing her brain could conjure in her disconcerted state.

“I see. And with affection no less,” Morticia replies, a teasing grin decorating her features. 

A giggle escapes your lips as Wednesday’s pallor rouges just the slightest tint. Her wicked mother will lure this over her head for all eternity.

[cannibalizedyke]

(I LOVE YOUR NEW THEME)

wednesday x reader request/prompt: you bury/hide/get rid of a body together <3

sy u concern me sometimes😭😭 /lh /aff

THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. IF THIS FIC IS NOT FOR YOU, MOVE ON AND SCROLL. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CHOOSE TO CONSUME.

🪦anything for you🪦

word count: 297

warnings: DARK, murder, death, semi-graphic but not really

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“is he dead?” you asked apathetically, glancing at wednesday.

your girlfriend nodded once, still staring at the mangled body on the ground.

you sighed. “what did he do?”

she looked up at you. “he insulted you,” she said simply.

that shouldn’t have given you butterflies. it did anyway.

you looked back at the body and twisted your lips. “need help taking care of it?”

wednesday grinned—which was more like the smallest of smiles on her—in spite of herself and nodded again.

you bit your lip and tilted your head slightly to the right. “okay. help me get him to the woods.”

she grabbed his legs—or what used to be his legs; they were so brutally broken and bloodied you could hardly even tell what they once were—while you grabbed the upper half of him and the two of you hoisted him up and carried him into the forest a few feet away from you. neither of you had shovels or anything else to dig with so you kneeled in the dirt and started clawing in the mud with your hands.

it took at least half an hour and some significantly bloodied nails, but eventually you’d created a hole big enough for the body. the two of you dumped him unceremoniously inside and threw the dirt back on top.

“there,” you sighed, leaning back in exhaustion. “good?”

wednesday examined your handiwork and nodded, content. “yes.” she looked at you. “thank you.”

“of course.” you inched closer to her and gently caressed some dried blood off her cheek with your thumb. she shut her eyes. “i’d do anything for you.”

her eyes snapped open. “would you kill someone for me?”

you hesitated, momentarily searching your heart for the answer. “yes,” you concluded. “after all, you did so for me.”

[mgcldydrms]

can you do wednesday headcanons with artist!reader?

wednesday addams x artist!reader:

on most days, wednesday writes on her typewriter while you sit on her bed and draw on pieces of paper

you look up from time to time, a smile on your face before you continue your sketch

she finds you all around nevermore with a sketchbook in hand and pencils in your pockets

she usually joins you and reads a book while you draw

your main thing to draw these days is wednesday

you don't want to show her your sketches, but she makes you

"that's me. I like it. do you have more?"

you show her all your drawings that you keep in your room, not just of her, but of your friends and the school

you swear you can see a crack of a smile on wednesday's lips as she looks through them

she doesn't say or show it, but you know that she really enjoys your drawings

when you don't look, she snatches one of them and puts it in one of her pockets to take to her room

she places it next to her typewriter as a sort of inspiration, however, hiding it as soon as someone comes too close, especially enid, knowing that she wouldn't stop talking about it

[eunoiathewriter]

X. THORPE X F!READER

Sypnosis: She smiled, and it became his favourite thing.

Word count: 5.3k

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It was becoming harder and harder to actually focus on what he was saying. Every few seconds, he would have to run his hand through his hair to push it away from his face as it fell in his eyes. Did he not have a hair tie? He usually did, so why, of all days, did he not have one now when his hair seemed to be the biggest bother of them all? Not even the way he spoke of Tyler could make her think he was more of a bother than his own hair.

To anyone around, it would not seem as though she listened to what she was told, as she just focused on a spot in front of her and let him talk. But she was, truly. Listening was one of the things she was best at, and she really wanted to hear Xaviers' reasons for why he disliked Tyler so much. Seeing as she had yet to meet him, she wanted to understand why he found the guy annoying and often rolled his eyes whenever she mentioned her sister just saying something about him.

If y/n ever told Xavier that Wednesday had been to talk to Tyler, he would scoff, then just tell her he was an asshole, idiot, bitch—or just whatever bad word he could come up with to call him. She would never admit it out loud, but she had labeled Tyler as an asshole ever since Xavier called him one.

After spending so much time together, the two quickly became close. Xavier had been intrigued by her since she came to Nevermore with Wednesday. He was intrigued by the fact that she did not appear to show much emotion on the surface, but as he got to know her, he discovered that she cared for people more than most people realized.

On the other hand, y/n had been pretty reserved in the beginning. She always eyed the tall boy strangely whenever he talked to her, and there was a certain kind of caution in her about actually getting to know someone. He had yet to learn why she had been so wary at first.

Now, Xavier had not noticed how quiet she had been for the past few minutes. He was too busy shittalking Tyler to notice. The fact that y/n wanted to listen and had said, "Please enlighten me. I'm genuinely curious as to why." So seeing as she had finally asked him to tell why, he had started off just telling how Tyler and his friends had destroyed his mural and jumped him. That slowly turned into a rant about everything he found annoying with him that had now gone on for the past five minutes.

Xavier had not gotten any kind of implication that she listened anymore. The silence that had become all too noticeable from her, as well as the looks they had received from fellow students, were not unnoticed. Just to kind of get an idea if she seemed to listen, he leaned forward to see her face. She was indeed just staring into space.

He let out a sigh that made her blink, turning to see that he had stopped talking and running his hand through his hair for the hundredth time. "And you're not paying attention, are you?"

Turning, he saw that she was now looking at him, blinking, and in her eyes he could see the confusion that did not fall upon her face.

"Who said that I'm not? Because I most certainly have been paying attention." It wasn't that she hadn't listened; she just thought it better to stay quiet and let people talk without disturbing them.

"What have I even been talking about then?" His tone was challenging; he was leaning forward and maintaining eye contact with her the whole time, a smug smile on his face.

"You started by explaining why you dislike Tyler, but then you just started mentioning everything that irritates you about him, which was about twelve different things, and all while doing so, your hair has been bothering you."

"So you did listen," It was not actually a question to be answered, yet he got one either way.

"Yes, I did." She paused for just about a second. "I have to admit that you constantly having to fix your hair was quite irritating."

"I don't have a hair tie." Even if he knew he didn't have one, he looked down at both his wrists just to make sure and felt through his pockets, seeing if one had magically appeared (though that wouldn't be a surprise, this was Nevermore after all.)

"Here." Turning his head back at the sound of her voice, he was met by y/n holding up a black hair tie in front of him to take. This caused him to take a second look at her; she looked at the hair tie and then up at him, silently telling him to take it.

"Thanks," Was he feeling cocky about seeing just the slightest of hesitation in her eyes while she looked at him? Yes, he surely did.

Their fingers were brushing as he took the hair tie from her, but as soon as Xavier had a grip on the hair tie, she quickly retracted her hand. With a smirk, Xavier gathered up the top part of his hair into a half-up, half-down style just to get the most annoying part of his hair away from his face.

"If your hair is being such a bother, maybe you should consider cutting it." It came out so suddenly that his hands just dropped from tightening the hair tie, and he turned to her with a questioning look. He thought she liked his hair as it was; at least Ajax said that's what Enid had told him.

"I sure hope there's an and—or a but to that." Xavier was able to detect just the tiniest bit of hesitation in her, as she seemed to have an and or but to that suggestion.

Swallowing hard, she could feel herself struggling to come up with the words to say it. This was what Enid had said: compliments can be a good start, but y/n was not one who ever really gave compliments. Plus, if she had gotten to know one thing about Xavier, it was that anything that would, in his ears, be considered a compliment was going to boost his ego. as if he didn't already have a bit of an ego.

"But," Turning just slightly to face him, there was already an amused smirk growing on his face. Her cheeks were growing increasingly hotter. "I don't think you should, because I like it as is."

"What would you do if I did cut it, though?" Yes, this was feeding into his ego a bit more, but to be honest, his insides were feeling as if butterflies flapped their wings a bit harder than they usually did. y/n looked around at the people in the courtyard while thinking about the question, also looking for the three others that were to join them.

"You would be six feet under."

"Oh, that's how much you actually like my hair." It was really amusing for Xavier to torture her like this, as somehow he could make out that she was getting a bit flustered by all this. He stood at his full height and poked her sides, making her jump and squirm.

"Stop that," y/n told him while swatting at his hands and being able to smack them a few times when he went to poke her sides even more.

As she struggled to smack his hands away from poking her even more, there was something that made him stop. Her lips had unconsciously pulled into a small smile that made him stop completely. Xavier had actually never really seen her smile; most of the time if she felt a smile pull on her lips, she would cover it up in some way, but this smile was one she had not noticed herself.

Just as he was about to say something about it, she was pulled away from him. Enid had been quick when walking up to the two and hooked her arm with y/n's, pulling her away from standing so close to Xavier. Both of them were taken by surprise.

"y/n!" Enid cheered loudly while holding on to the girl's arm and hugging her, earning a side eye from y/n, who then glanced at Xavier.

"My friend." Enid said, just as Wednesday and Ajax had caught up to them, shooting a glare at Xavier, who simply raised his hands at the werewolf-girl.

"Rude." Before the other two reached them, Xavier just took a last glance at her, trying to see if her smile was still there, but it wasn't. He liked it; the way she smiled made his insides flutter even more.

He wanted—no, scratch that. He needed to see that smile again.

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Spending time in Jericho was better than being at Nevermore and having classes. No long boring classes about plants, no math, no assignments to do—just a day where all students could take a break from school. And sure, some of the work they could do in Jericho was maybe not the most entertaining, but all of the students from Nevermore saw any work as better than just sitting in school. Most normal people would consider school at Nevermore to be fun and unique, but it was simply a school designed for odd people, such as the Nevermore students, to feel less odd.

It had been Enid, who did not want to stand y/n just sitting around as they worked, telling her she would stab her eyes out with fire irons while being bored, who had given her the idea. So Enid told the Addams girl about a certain tall, blonde-brunette boy who was probably bored out of his mind at the Weathervane Cafe (it was a desperate attempt to get them together); she knew he would be; Xavier told her that Tyler worked there, so it would not really be his favourite thing ever. So that was where she was heading.

It was slightly cold outside, being autumn and all. The winds that blew the leaves around made it colder as she walked down the pavement of Jericho, seeing the cafe sign only about a hundred feet in front of her. When she finally arrived at the door, she did not hesitate to push it open, allowing herself to be engulfed by the warmth from within.

It was calm; not too many people were there; only about ten other people were there. There were a few duos that conversed with one another while simultaneously sipping on their coffee, tea, or whatever they were drinking. Four of the other ten people sat alone, one of them an elderly man who sat in one of the corners with a cup of black coffee and a brownie while reading the newspaper.

She took off her jacket, as it was warm enough inside without it. The cafe was placed just perfectly in town, as one could look out the windows and see the town just outside. The smell of coffee was the most noticeable of all, something y/n did not care for because she found the bitterness unpleasant.

Walking around the counter so she could look at all the drinks and things they sold, she found that there was no one at all behind the counter.

The calm was soon broken, however, when someone working there walked in, though it was not Xavier but a boy with shorter, curly hair. Something to know about y/n was that when she was out and about, she would not have her eyes completely relaxed so as to not seem so closed off, even though her voice wouldn't be the most expressive one, just to make people not feel as though they passed her off.

"Hello, is there anything I could get you?" The boy behind the counter gave her a slight smile, prompting her to mentally repeat what Enid had suggested she try.

"Hot chocolate, with some whipped cream and marshmallows." The boy behind the counter nodded and took out a mug to start making her drink, but she just turned around with a question on her mind, and y/n noticed he wanted to ask something. "Yes?"

"It's just that you remind me of someone I know," Her eyes narrowed in response to his statement. "Ehm, what's your name?"

"y/n Addams." He had just gone back to start making her drink and once again turned back to where she stood on the other side of the counter.

"You're Wednesday's sister, she's told me about you." Not true; she hadn't told him about him, just mentioned her sister. She knew that much about her sister. But, even if she didn't seem to care all that much, family was the one thing she cared about and only ever seemed to care about her. But Wednesday would never tell anybody just all about y/n, she knew that.

y/n realised who she was speaking with. The boy with whom Wednesday only briefly conversed and interacted. But he was the one who jumped Xavier with his friends. Okay, so you know what I said earlier about y/n already labelling Tyler as an asshole because of Xavier? Yeah, that still remains. She let her eyes that she had keept a bit less relaxed, finally, relax which made her whole expression change. Only Tyler appeared to be unconcerned.

"That means you are Tyler." Her eyes flickered over to a figure coming into her view, someone that Tyler could not see.

As soon as y/n mentioned her name, the blond-brunette in the back perked up from his sulking over having to work with Tyler. With furrowed brows, he had walked in behind the counter and now stood about twelve feet behind Tyler, leaning against the wall. Xavier knew that she had seen him enter, and just for the heck of it, he crossed his arms and waited to see how long it would take for Tyler to notice he was there.

"Yeah, yeah. Your sister has mentioned me?" It was a miracle he didn't notice her averting her gaze to Xavier with a questioning look in her eyes before returning her gaze to Tyler.

"Yes, my sister..."

Just as he was about to say something more, Tyler finally caught on that y/n were looking at someone behind him. Turning around, he saw Xavier leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with an annoyed look on his face. He raised a brow at the curly haired boy before looking at y/n who was looking between the two boys.

"You two know each other?" Tyler finally spoke as he turned to y/n; the question was directed at her, but it seemed that Xavier was about to answer, though y/n did not let him even utter a word before answering.

"Yes, he is my friend," y/n said after a brief pause. "And told me all about you."

Right then and there, Tyler realised why she had gone from looking a little tired to having a completely annoyed face when looking at him. Her tone signalled to him that she was hinting at just what he thought it to be. For him, it was awkward.

Finally having enough, Xavier pushed off the wall and walked towards where Tyler was behind the counter, clearly using his height as intimidation. "I'll just take this."

"Oh yeah.." With a glance at each of them, Tyler swiftly walked to start cleaning up some tables from previous customers that had left.

"Well," Xavier said, leaning forward on the counter, which she stood on the other side of. "Have you made your own assessment of him?"

"Asshole." That was all y/n said, and it made the boy in front of her chuckle, which in turn had an effect on y/n as her lips tugged into a smile at the sound of his laughter.

"You are right about that." Looking back up at her with a smile, his eyes flickered to her lips at the sight of her smile once more.

It was as if, for the past week, he had been playing "find the smile" on her. Trying to catch every smile she'd ever give, he'd seen about eight so far, nine including this one. She was good at hiding most of them. It was something about the way he smiled that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but it felt important. The fact that y/n seemed not to know that she did smile and that every time she did, he got to enjoy it.

"What are you doing here, either way?" Shaking his head, he asked just to come back to reality.

"To cut a long story short, there was an issue with the number of volunteers, so I couldn't work with Enid and my sister at Pilgrim World. Enid said I should go and spend time with someone who I actually enjoy spending my time with, so here I am."

"Oh, so you do enjoy spending time with me. Good to know I wasn't imagining it then." Her smile was still present on her face, which made this the longest she had ever held a smile.

"If I didn't, then me and Wednesday would have spent our first night here enjoying gravedigging. Though that would be fun to do again." y/n trailed in thought as she remembered just how long it was since she and her sister had been gravedigging. They really needed to do that again.

"You know at this point that whenever you say something like that, it's just an empty threat," Xavier pointed out while standing up, pushing off the counter. "You like me too much to do something like that to me. Admit it."

"Will you just make me that hot chocolate of mine that I never got?" y/n sighed, trying to dodge what he had just said. But he would not let it go.

"Not unless you admit that you like me too much to ever carry out your threats against me."

Her jaw tightened in annoyance as she watched him stand back and cross his arms again, waiting for her to admit it.He was gloating at her frustration at having to say it just so she could get that drink. His gloating was also not he was god at hiding, clear as day showing he found satisfaction in making her admit to things she would never say out loud. He had gotten to know her too well.

"Fine.. I like you too much to ever carry out any of my threats. Now can please have my hot chocolate or I'll leave you here alone with Tyler for the rest of the day, Xavier." He did not care for the glare she was shooting him as he got what he wanted, letting out a chuckle once more.

"One hot chocolate is coming right up."

——

Music played softly in the background. y/n had just switched from one song on Xaviers' playlist to another as she felt the previous one was not one she could read to. Xavier didn't mind; he let her know the password to his phone for a reason—he wanted her to also enjoy the music being played and not just him. She just put his phone on the bench in his shed and turned back to her book.

This had all been Xaviers' idea. He had slowly wanted to spend more and more time with y/n, starting to steal her away from Enid and Wednesday, much to Enid's distaste. The werewolf girl had made it very clear to him that "I'm watching you, Thorpe." Not that he felt too threatened by the blond, as it was more Wednesday that he was a bit more worried about. Seeing as she was already keeping a close eye on them, she often narrowed her eyes at Xavier when he came and asked if y/n wanted to come with him.

Anyway, it had all been his idea. y/n knew about his shed, where he spent most nights painting, she had been there quite a few times with him, and he enjoyed the company. He would be painting, sketching, or just doing whatever as y/n would sit with a book in hand, engulfed in the story as they always had music on in the background too.

Today was like any other time when Xavier asked if she wanted to come to the shed with him. He had just simply asked after dinner if she wanted to, and as always, he got a yes. They had simply just done a turn for the girls' dorm, where y/n had gone inside her, Enid, and Wednesday's shared dorm and taken the book she had just started reading.

It was always amusing to Xavier because whenever they went to Y/N's dorm so she could get a book and he was waiting outside, he would hear Y/N threaten Enid. Then Enid would say something as y/n opened the door once more before being cut off again by the door closing. It was always amusing to him.

Today, though, Xavier did have a motive for bringing her out to his shed.

Again he turned his head just to get a glimpse at y/n as she read her book, then took a look back at his canvas, so far he had gotten the general shape. Inspiration had been low when they first got there about an hour earlier (they got there much later than they usually did as it was slowly pulling towards curfew), but her just sitting there, reading on, gave him something to paint. He would of course tell her when he had started to actually get to the details so as not to spook her, but first he just wanted to get in a rough sketch of her.

y/n had just gotten to page 393. Oliver and James, the characters in her book, were backstage between two acts. Oliver demanded knowing the truth, and it was keeping y/n on edge as James was quiet and did not answer. That confirmed it all; it was him, and it made y/n gasp, causing Xavier to turn his head.

He raised his brows at her, an affectionate smile on his lips as he watched her. "What?"

"James just confessed to Richard's murder, though Richard deserved it."

"Okay, I'm going to pretend I know what's going on in your book." He turned back to the canvas to do his own. But he still found the way she had gasped at the book cute.

"The character accidentally killed the asshole character, and the police have just found out and are there to arrest him." It was a simple explanation, but it gave him the least bit of understanding for what was happening in her book. She had only about thirty pages left, so I could not wait much longer until she was done.

"Interesting." Xavier nodded while just adding a bit of simple lining for the background of the painting. "Could you switch to that Russian song?"

"Which? I know more than one Russian song." She put down her book and took up his phone once more, tapping in the password.

"You know, that one you found when you and Ajax were looking for music."

"Are you referring to Molchat Domas тоска?" Without even waiting for an answer, she put on the song and turned to see if it was the right one. He gave it a thumbs up to indicate that it was the correct song. But he didn't turn away from the canvas, staring at it intensely to see if everything was to his liking (which it was).

y/n leaned on the stool she had been sitting on while reading to see the canvas, seeing just an outline or idea for what he was going to paint. She was completely unaware that it was her. "Even now, I know it will look excellent once you're done."

She did not think much of it and picked up her book once more to read the last few pages of it and see what the outcome was. Would Oliver and James see one another again now that Oliver was set free after doing his time?

For Xavier, however, the comment was more than just a passing thought. Because he knew she didn't often compliment people, he was completely taken aback.Eyeing her.

"You think?" He only got a hum and a nod as an answer to his question, but it did not give him satisfaction.

He then came to realise one thing: he still had his brush in his hand, and it still had wet paint on it. Looking up from the brush in his hand to the girl, whose eyes were darting across the page, she was too preoccupied with what was going to happen next to notice the malicious grin on his face as he raised his hand with the brush in it. Quickly, he flicked his wrist in her direction, causing paint from his brush to splash at her.

She jumped at the sudden sensation of something wet splashing on her face. Blinking, she raised her hand and wiped her face, only to discover paint on her hand. Turning her gaze up to Xavier, she could see him trying to keep from laughing at her reaction.

"What?" y/n closed her book and stood up, her entire face now a question mark.

"You think it's going to look good when I'm done?" Unbelievable.

"Yes, I just told you that, Xavier." Sometimes she wondered if he was deaf, but deep down she knew that he made her repeat things because he found it amusing.

"Okay, just checking in."

Annoyed that he had gotten paint on the cover of her book, she grabbed the paintbrush from his grasp and did the same thing he had done to her, flicking the brush, making it splatter paint on his face. When he opened his eyes and looked down at her, he scoffed and quickly grabbed one of his other brushes, starting to repeatedly flick paint on y/n.

As a result, a paint splashing match ensued. Both of them were flicking paint at one another, and whoever got it on them jumped just slightly at the cold liquid. Then, when both of them stopped, neither of them flicking paint at each other, Xavier quickly looked y/n up and down before reaching out and painting a single stroke with the brush on her cheek.

And they were both on each other once more. They had paint strokes on their faces; Xavier had a few on his shirt; their arms; and they both had paint splatters in their hair. It was fun, with Xavier laughing as y/n was able to do one long stroke on his cheek just before he could smack her hand away. And she was smiling, a smile that was all too strong to be held back, and it did not go unnoticed by herself. She felt it, but smiling always felt good when it had something to do with Xavier.

Finally, Xavier had enough and dropped his brush on the floor, not really caring, and to stop y/n he grabbed a hold of her wrists, holding onto her and keeping her from getting more paint on him, but his hold on her wrists was gentle.

"Okay, that's enough." He could feel her struggle a little in his hold on her wrists, but his focus was on her smile. She did not directly look at him, but she smiled, and this time it was obvious that she was very aware of it.

Looking up at him, her arms relaxing in his grip, she was met by his green eyes, which were already watching her. Her eyes flickered between his, unsure of what to do. She panicked inside as this was new territory she was stepping onto. But then it hit her how short it was until curfew, and she turned her head, seeing that darkness had started taking over the outside world.

"I should go before curfew," y/n mumbled, but just as she went to pull away from him, Xavier pulled her directly back.

It surprised her when his hands went from holding her wrists to holding either side of her face. His hands had a few undried patches of paint that transferred over to her face. But she didn't care. The way she was holding her face made her look up at him; it was hard to look anywhere else. "You should smile more."

Xavier studied her face, which both had brushstrokes and paint splatters here and there, much like his also had, stroking his thumb against her cheekbone before leaning down a little just to place a kiss at the crown of her head. Not wanting to go all too fast.

y/n just stood there and let him, feeling a warmth inside her even when he pulled away and smiled a little. Seeing just the tiniest bit of shock in her eyes.

"I don't want to get you in trouble, so go." He noticed she only paused for a second before returning to reality, turning to the table, and taking her book. It was amusing yet adorable to watch the pure confusion on her face.

She turned and looked at him before walking out of his shed and back to her dorm. A genuine smile was on his face. "Goodnight, Xavier."

"Night, y/n." Something was waiting for her in her dorm, or it should have been. Otherwise, a certain hand was going to do some shit.

Reaching her dorm, confusion was still painted on her face, but as soon as she entered, y/n was met by a bouncing Enid who jumped up and down. Taking her out of the trance that Xavier had put her in, so many rushed words were coming out of Enid's mouth, and she was clearly excited about something. Spotting her sister standing off to the side, it took her just a moment to understand what was going on.

"Oh my god, y/n! Look at your bed! Look at your bed!" It was the first words Enid said to y/n taht she could detect as the blond hurriedly pushed her towards her bed.

"What is going on?" y/n asked her sister, mind still elsewhere.

"Just do as she says," Wednesday was clearly tired by the way she motioned for her to follow Enid over to her own bed.

So she did, and her bed was indeed so etching to look at—something she hadn't noticed before on her perfectly made bed. There laid a necklace, a silver one. Thing picked it up for her, holding it out for her to take, and he nodded at the hand that just stood on her bed. Behind her, Enid was looking over her shoulder at the necklace. It was silver with a peal in a little thing. There was only a single note that read: to y/n.

Enid squeaked beside her out of happiness as Wednesday took the necklace out of her hands to inspect it closer. "Oh my god, you have a secret admirer!"

"How did it get in here? It was not there before, correct?" Wednesday handed the necklace back to y/n.

"Correct," She wanted to say what she thought out loud but bit her own tongue just as Enid stopped spinning around and flopped down on her own bed. Babbling on and on about something that again just became distant words. All the while, Wednesday seemed to also have her own thoughts on it. y/n smiled at the necklace.

It was something Xavier had wanted to see, but this had been the easiest way to do it.

He got a bit more out of the night than just being able to get that necklace to her.

[vxntagedior]

muse

summary | you noticed how xavier has been loosing motivation, so you give him something to paint

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | fluff fluff fluff, mentions of paternal neglect

word count | 487

Knocking on the outside of his art studio, you hear Xavier stop whispering to himself before opening the door for you. 

“What are you doing here?” It came out as more of a shocked surprise instead of malice, a small smile starting to linger on his lips. “I told you I’d be back.”

“You said you’d be back 45 minutes ago.” You let yourself in, frowning slightly, seeing the blank canvas sitting on the easel. Turning to look back at Xavier, seeing how he hadn’t changed and still in his uniform. “Have you not made anything yet?”

“No.” He shook his head, about to start his inner monologue once again. “I-I can’t seem to think of something, most of my art comes from my dreams or things I talk about with Kinbott but there’s been nothing lately. 

You could see how his eyebrows were creased, his fingers were jittery. Xavier always told you art was something he could turn to back home before coming to Nevermore, it calmed him, helped him relax and kept him away from his father. 

“What about me?” You offered. 

“What?” He looked at you confused. 

“Draw me.” You smiled, bringing your arms out to your side, “I’ll be your muse.”

Xavier pondered for a second, smiling softly, before starting to move some of his painting, moving his stool into the middle of the room. You watched as he started gathering his paints, taking your spot on the stool. 

“So, is there a pose you’d like me to do?” You giggled, getting excited, always loving when Xavier drew you. 

“No, you look perfect.” He whispered, smiling softly. 

Sitting on the stool, you watched as painted on the canvas, seeing all the worries drain from his face, everytime he turned to look at you, he smiled at you, taking every part of you in his eyes before transferring it onto the canvas. 

You never realized how long it would be, starting to get antsy and starting to move a bit. 

“Don’t worry, I’m almost done.” You always loved how Xavier was present with you, watching over your mannerisms. 

Being true to his word, Xavier sent down his paints, beckoning you over to him. 

“Oh, Xavier, it’s beautiful.” You said in awe. He captured every essence in your body, he put thought and love in the painting, like he painted his love for you in it.

He was always bashful whenever you complimented his painting, dismissing them as if they were just stick figures. 

Holding his hand out, with the move of his fingers, you saw how it came to life. You watched as your 2d self came to life, mimicking your movements, laughing in the picture, just like you always did. 

“Did you find your calling again?” You asked. 

“Yeah, you seem to bring out the best in me.” He smiled, grabbing your hand, pulling it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.

[ed-mnsn]

xavier and your neck. hes totally a neck and collarbone guy

he literally so is. always kisses your neck, leaves hickeys, bites the skin there. he’s obsessed. loves seeing the purple marks he left on your collarbone and neck the night before bc it reminds him that your his only. i imagine you guys making out and he’ll just lick a hot stripe across up your neck. goes crazy when you’re wearing something nice abd your collarbones are showing. he lovessss wrapping his hand around your throat. if your sitting around, neck flexed, he will put his hand around it, kiss it, rile you up. i swear you’re probably always in turtlenecks bc if there’s one thing xavier’s gonna do, it’s give you a hickey.

masterlist

[funny-bunny224]

Patience - Wednesday Addams x Reader (Blurb)

-  Something you found endearing about being in a relationship with Wednesday is how slowly she likes to take things. It was a nice change of pace from all your exes, and you felt incredibly special to be the one she experiences her first relationship with. Despite having grown up with lovey-dovey parents, affection is not something that comes naturally to Wednesday, and you were more than happy to take things at a speed she was comfortable with. Patience is always a virtue, and it was very important to have it when loving someone like Wednesday. There had been many times you would notice her from the corner of your eye when walking the halls of Nevermore together, reaching out her hand and contemplating grasping yours before stopping short, letting it fall back to her side. Or maybe your eyes would lock in a fond stare when you were alone, her face beginning to inch ever so closely before she would back away at the last moment. She was prone to overthinking things, letting her calculating mind take her down a spiral of uncertainty and insecurity, and that was ever so obvious when it came to intimacy. You didn’t mind a bit, though. You would allow her to attempt affection as many times as it took her, letting her decide on her own when she was ready to reach out and take that first leap. In the meantime, you were more than content to just be by her side, spending quality time with her and basking in her presence as you know she did with you.

[useyernamesteven]

In my world, in a BETTER world, Weems survives the Nightshade injection.

Maybe its cuz Thornhill/Laurel didn't make it right or diluted it wrong. Maybe its cuz Weems was able to shapeshift her veins/arteries to stop the bloodflow to her heart. Maybe Wednesday was quick enough, vigilant enough, to knock Thornhill aside so not all of the poison had been injected.

However it happens, when Wednesday tells the police/fire department/emts when they arrive that Weems is dead in the greenhouse, rescue finds her barely clinging to life. They immediately rush her to the hospital for treatment and she survives, but remains in a coma.

The Addams make the trek to pick up Wednesday and also to visit Weems in the hospital. Morticia and Gomez were distraught when they heard the news of everything that had happened, but seeing one of their best friends from school in such a condition truly shakes them. And its made even worse when they learn Larissa has no family and no next of kin; no one is coming to see her, no one to be there for her when she recovers, and no one she can turn to.

Obviously they take up that mantel quite immediately.

They move her to a hospital closer to the Addams estate, hiring specialists and the best staff to care for her until she wakes. They visit her offten and Morticia always brings a bouquet of fresh cut rose stems to keep at her bedside.

Its the rose stems Weems recognizes when she finally wakes up some months later. Morticia used to keep several rose bushes on their balcony back in school and she'd know those flowerless thorns anywhere.

Gomez and Morticia arrive just after she awakes, having dropped everything when they got the call. And when they walk into the room, Gomez with relieved tears in his eyes and his megawatt smile, and Morticia holding a single white rose (flower and all), Larissa breaksdown crying, overwhelmed by the rush of love she feels all over again; as if the past few decades never even happened and they're all just young dumb hopelessly romantic teenagers again.

When Weems is fit to be released for in-home care, the Addams insist she reside with them. At first she tries to refuse, but even her stubbornness is no match for the Addams charm (and by the Devil are they persistent!) She stays with them for a while, fitting in seemlessly with the rest of the household routine, and keeps herself up-to-date on the revival of Nevermore (apparently the new headmaster is not well liked by the staff or students, and Wednesday is giving him a wonderfully terrible time (she is secretly proud and very amused by this)).

Long story short, the Addams end up courting their bisexual-disaster high school friend/turned housemate until Weems returns to Nevermore to reclaim her school from the villainous headmaster who tried to take her place.

(Also she needed to give her heart a break bcuz when an Addams goes after something, its all or nothing, and having two of them pursue her was enough to nearly send her back to the grave!)

[kolsmikaelson]

can you do wednesday and fem yn are dating and are like gomez and morticia and they sit beside eachother in herbology and are all over eachother till miss Thornhill says something

just like your parents — wednesday addams x reader

word count - 569 join taglist warnings - mentions of excessive pda

a/n - i hope this is what you were wanting, enjoy <3

When you were around Wednesday, the butterflies rustling around your stomach turned into a stampede of wild animals, unbeknownst to you Wednesday felt the same — though you might admit it, she never would — Wednesday felt her heart flutter the moment she laid her eyes on you. If she hadn’t known any better she would have thought there was something wrong with her.

From the moment you met one another in Ophelia Hall, you knew you’d fall for the dark haired girl. You weren’t sure what exactly brought your attention to her, maybe her dark sense of humor or when you were paired to work at Weathervane together and you’d crack stupid jokes and see a small ghost of a smile on Wednesdays face.

Fast-Forward, six months later you were sitting in Ms. Thornhills class, you were seated in the back of the small room — you’d playfully dragged her behind you to the desks but she hadn’t put up any sort of fight — when you’ve pulled out your notebooks your hand unconsciously gravitated towards hers. You knocked your hand into her own playfully to get her attention. The dark haired girl swiftly placed her hand in yours comfortably before looking to the front of the room where Ms. Thornhill had begun speaking.

Wednesday’s hands would always linger on your skin, no matter the reason why, it was something you noticed early on — though you weren’t complaining, you loved it. Out of your friends, she only ever became physical with you. Over time it became increasingly more apparent to not only you, but most others around you. Some days she would link her pinky finger with yours as you walked the halls, others she would wrap her hand around your waist and pull you toward her side. It became more of a thing in your shared classes as well. Especially in Thornhills class, the two of you shared not only a favorite class but a favorite teacher too.

As you were working on the assignment that Ms. Thornhill had given at the beginning of the class you were leant over whispering sweet words into Wednesday’s ear all while giving her small kisses when Thornhill approached your table. Quickly you separate from your girlfriend, the work on the table was suddenly much more intriguing.

“Miss L/N, you aren’t in trouble, you can look at me.” she says with a soft smile on her lips.

“I just have to say girls, the other day Principal Weems brought something to my attention and I think I must agree with her. You two are just like your parents, Wednesday. Morticia and Gomez never could keep their hands to themselves, it seems neither can you.” she grins when she sees the blush that was brought to Wednesday’s cheeks. She wasn’t alone, as you could feel the heat rushing to your own face.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. It’s quite adorable actually.”

You smile as the redhead walks back to her desk, waiting until she turns to let your head fall onto Wednesday’s shoulder and let out your laughter.

“Oh my god I can’t believe she just compared us to your parents.”

“Well, it seems that we’ve got some catching up to do, next time they’ll be the ones compared to us.” she sighs, turning your head to face hers and she presses her lips to yours with a small smile.

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[pandorascripts]

Hey I love your writing style and was wondering if you could write Wednesday Addams x a reader who’s a Gym Rat

Sweaty Kisses💋

Summary: Wednesday knows she likes you, and she knows you like her. It’s only a matter of courage, and the perfect rom-com setting.

pairing: wednesday x fitnessjunkie!fem!reader

warnings: nothing just fluff :)

note: thanks for the request! I had an idea like this a bit ago and wrote it into my note document w other ideas, this gave me the shove to write it! thank u sm :)) also to the other person who sent in the request for another yandere wednesday, it’s like 3/4 done, just need the climax! ——————————

Wednesday’s typing stopped abruptly as you walked out the door. You had just finished showering and unfortunately for Wednesday, had zero boundaries, so out you came wearing nothing but tight a spandex and a clad sports bra. 

A subtle glance to her right, and Wednesday was a mess. You’d been drying your hair off with a towel, abs on full display for all to see. Wednesday gulped, taking in a shaky breath before she continued writing. In this current chapter, Wednesday let her mind wander, righting down anything her mind came to. Unfortunately, Wednesday found Viper also fawning over a tall, muscular woman. Although it seemed Viper was getting the biggest score of her life. 

In a fit of rage, she yanked out the piece of paper, missing the recycling bin by a foot. Thing scampered over, fixing her mistake. 

She breathed in again, readjusting her posture, and continued typing the proper storyline. 

You took a quick glance over to Wednesday, watching as her fingers pressed roughly on the keys. Looking away, you paced over to your cabinet, pulling out powder and milk. 

You whistled whilst you worked, scooping one and a half cups of powder, before pouring exactly three cups of milk. You grimaced as the taste hit your mouth. 

“If you do not enjoy the taste, then why force yourself to drink it?”

Unlike most people, you didn’t jump at Wednesday’s startling presence. 

“Because protein is protein, Wednesday.” You smiled at her, leaning up and against the counter. Thanks to multiple threats to Weems, she’d agreed to give the two of you a make-shift kitchen in your dorm. 

A confused looked graced your face as Wednesday’s eyes flickered down. You would’ve believed that she was looking at your lips, like every other rom-com scenario, but this was too low. You ignored it, marking it off as her staring at the floor. It truly was odd, Wednesday seemed to believe heavily in eye contact. 

“Ridiculous.”

You tutted, tapping your fingers against the blue bottle. “You should work out with me some time.”

Wednesday looked up at you, severely unamused. “Why would I?”

You shrugged. “I dunno, for fun?”

“I don’t do fun.” 

“You do autopsies. And you desecrate graves, and you make threats, and—“

“I’m going to stop you from that mess of a sentence.” Her eyes pierced through yours, an intense look over her face shadowed her usual deadpan one. “You need to find something other than working out. I can’t stand the amount of groaning and panting that happens when you do.”

A deep blush covered your cheeks. You tried to utter out words, but they died flat on your tongue. 

“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding your head and bashful you ducking it. 

Wednesday pinched herself hard, biting her lip as she did so. 

“Thought you were still writing,” you said, trying to change the topic. Luckily, it worked. 

“I was, I’ve seemed to his an impasse in my story. I decided to cut it short today.”

You nodded. “Makes sense.”

Wednesday’s eyes flickered down once again, and you watched as she pinched herself. She muttered something incoherent, clearing her throat. 

That’s when it hit you. She was staring straight at your abs. 

“Do — Do you want me to put a shirt on, or?”

Her head snapped up. “What?”

“You keep looking at my stomach. Is it bothering you?”

Wednesday’s eyes widened in surprise. “No — No, you’re alright. It’s not a horrible sight.”

Your jaw dropped. Did you have too much protein or did Wednesday just… flirt with you? Your mouth bobbed up and down a couple times, before altogether dropping. 

Wednesday sighed, her finger extending out and putting your jaw back up. She patted your cheek, her lip twitching slightly. As she walked away you stared at her retreating form in awe. 

Holy fuck. 

That was the only thought that rang in your head. Even as the night progressed, and Wednesday shut off the lights for bed, you laid up and awake staring at the ceiling. 

Wednesday thought she’d broken you, and as much as that pleased a dark part of her, she didn’t want you broken just yet. She really didn’t mean to make that comment about your abs, it just slipped out. But, ever since she’d said that, Wednesday grew worried. It wasn’t the fact that you may be straight, lord knew you weren’t, it was the concern that maybe she’d crossed a line. 

As Wednesday’s thoughts raced and passed through her mind, some of them thinking about your abs, other about your biceps, the biggest — and most recurring — one was the thought that maybe you didn’t like her. Although, Wednesday knew you did. She saw it when she swayed her hips just too much, your eyes lower than her head, she saw it when you shot heart eyes at her, practically drooling. It was also obvious in the sense that when she’d asked your previous roommates if you’d done that to them, they’d all say no.  

It wasn’t a guessing game, Wednesday knew you felt the same. It was just a matter of courage. 

Your arms shook as you raised yourself once more, a huff of hot air blew out of your mouth. Lowering back down, you took in a deep breath, shaking as you rose again. You repeated these steps once more, desperate to not give up. 

“Are you going to give up?”

“N — No,” you huffed out.

It seemed as with every pushup you did, Wednesday’s presence on your back only increased. 

“80,” she counted. 

You rose again. 

“81.”

Down. Up. 

“82.”

With that, you stomped your foot and Wednesday got off you in an instant. You flopped down, breathing out heavily. “Still not good.”

A tut of disapproval echoed from somewhere in the room. “You got eighty-two push-ups with me on your back. That’s not at all a simple task. Give yourself some credit, please.”

A sheepish smile taped itself to your face. “Thanks, man.”

A glass clinked right in front on your face, which was smushed against the cold floors. A second later, a pink straw was plopped in there too. “Oh.”

Wednesday cleared her throat. “It’s imperative you stay hydrated. Dehydration isn’t a funny thing.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, busy trying to handle your blush. 

Trying to not move a muscle, you opened your mouth, bobbing it as if the straw would come closer. 

“You truly are a child.”

“A buff one.”

You may not have been able to see Wednesday, but you could practically hear the eye roll. 

Then, black nail polish covered your eye sight and a moment later, the straw was bent into your mouth. 

You smiled as you drank the ice cool water, goosebumps covering your skin. A content sigh escaped your closed lips. 

Wednesday shivered before clearing her throat. She watched as you stood up, stretching and groaning. 

You walked up to Wednesday, that stupidly hot grin on your face. You held out your hand, slapping it against Wednesday’s. She reluctantly slapped back, hitting the back of your hand before giving you a fist bump.

A giddy laugh erupted out of your throat, bubbling into the warm air. Wednesday watched as the world turned to slow motion. The sunlight shined through the window, highlighting your skin and casting you in an ethereal glow. She could’ve fainted at the sight. You towered over Wednesday, your hair perfectly set, some strands sticking to your sweaty forehead, others stray and wild. 

“I’m go —“

Wednesday grabbed the back of your neck, bending it down so she could meet your lips. You stumbled over yourself because of her force, but you recovered soon after. You pushed against her mouth with as much pressure as she was applying, hands holding her waist. Wednesday leaned back, slightly craning her neck to the side before kissing you once again. Her free hand traveled south, lightly tracing your abs. Wednesday’s mouthed slotted perfectly against yours, and you couldn’t ignore the image of her with smudged lipstick. You shuddered out a breath, eyes flickering open as you pulled back. 

Wednesday was the first to speak, not bothering to put any distance between you two. “You’ve robbed me of the one thing that was mine to control,” she husked out. 

You breathed in, waiting for her to finish that sentence. You were hoping it was something good. 

“My self control is no longer a gift, instead a short fuse that seems to go off when I’m around you.”

You grinned ear to ear, trying to contain it by biting your lip. 

Wednesday’s hand came up, putting pressure on your bottom lip as she drew it out from under your teeth. 

“I really don’t understand what’s gotten into me,” she spoke, staring intensely at your kiss swollen lips. 

Her hands idly scratched along your abs, goosebumps rising in her wake. 

“I don’t have that big of a vocabulary, Wednesday, so I’m just gonna sound like an idiot here, you’re really fucking pretty and I can’t think right around you.”

A low chuckle bubbled out of Wednesday’s throat. The sound wrapped around your ears, heart eyes wide and proud. Her laugh was like Heaven, enough to start wars over and drive men insane.

“You truly do have a way with words, cara mia.”

You drew in a sharp breath, releasing it shakily. “Do that again. Please,” you whispered, gently grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on it. 

“What? The Italian?”

You nodded your head, absolutely head over heels for this woman. 

“After you shower.” Wednesday placed a finger on your upper chest, gently pushing you away. “You’re truly a gift, but you just got done doing eighty pushups with me on your back. You’re coated in sweat.”

You laughed, smiling brightly as you walked into the bathroom.

[slaashhher]

here for you | xavier thorpe

warnings: none js fluff because I love writing fluff..!

word count: 204

authors note: just a short little blurb I wrote last night lol

you suffering night terrors was definitely something hard to deal with, but having your boyfriend there a little better.

you don’t really remember how it started, after you had given in the the sleep begging to be let in, it felt like you weren’t even on that bed next to him.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU”

“no!”

CRASH

it must of been a dream, you got up, slowly walking towards the commotion when you realized what it was. your mother and father fighting. you where in a dream of them viciously fighting and you couldent escape.

as soon as you shot up in bed, shaking, your boyfriend knew something was wrong.

“baby? what happened?” he said groggily rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he became more alert.

“just a bad… dream” you sputter out quickly, quivering.

xavier then did the most logical thing in that moment and tugged you into his warm embrace

“you don’t have to tell me what happened, but just so you know I’m here to listen okay?” he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you became groggy again, feeling the sleep becoming heavy on your eyelids.

“sleep well my raven”

[veeisgayasf]

Larissa: What on earth are you reading?

Enid: Um… promise me you won’t laugh? Promise?

Larissa: Oh good gods, I promise I won’t laugh.

Enid: *eyes Larissa* Twilight…

Larissa: *coughing to stifle a laugh* Like in the “sparkly vampire and lovesick puppy fighting over the girl who looks like she’s perpetually in pain” twilight?

Wednesday: *slightly smirks*

Enid: *glares*

Larissa: *laughs hysterically*

Wednesday: Enid, you should have just lied.

Enid: *walks away* I can't stand either of you.

[someonetaughtmetowrite]

Can you imagine just how much the Addams Family would enjoy Tumblr? Like, the complete and utter bonkers neurodivergence of this app would tickle them to death. Mama would love criticizing the witchcraft blogs and trying recipes. Morticia would enjoy a good aesthetic blog every once in a while and giving gentle advice to baby witches. Gomez’s dash would be a slew of crazy things, probably lots of literature and trains. Wednesday would go nuts with the conspiracy theorists and true crime junkies. Pugsley and Fester would jump from fandom to fandom, not knowing what’s going on but loving it all anyways. Lurch would enjoy garden blogs. Pubert would run this place, let’s be serious. Cousin Itt would be bigger than Misha.

I just love this cute little family of wackos. I’m really excited to watch Wednesday and get more of our girl. They may be nutters but they’re so comforting, I wish I could be friends with them all.

🖤

[mikeyss1ut]

(This is for fun and I never claimed for this to be good, like ever so don’t come at me this is only because a TikToker who loves them as a ship wanted a fic, and this ain’t staying up for long.)

Wednesday Addams x endid Sinclair

Type: fluff

Basic summary: Wednesday is trying to figure out the mystery and starts getting a little bit frustrated and endid calms her down and helps.

Wednesday had been up all night trying to find out what exactly was jut going on. She didn’t want to admit it but she couldn’t help it. “I seem to be getting a little frustrated with the fact that this is not going my way.” Wednesday says slowly taking her hand and gliding it along the note that had been sent her way.

“It’s fine you’ve got this! Here let me help-“ endi said touching the note just where Wednesdays hand was.

Wednesday smacked it in defense “excuse you.” She said pulling her hand away. Endi put her hands up in defense.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you Wednesday just let me help.”

“What exactly would you know about mystery’s anyway, it’s doesn’t seem cliche for you.” Wednesday replied

“I think I would say you don’t know anything about me if I didn’t love a good mystery.” She defended herself

Wednesday hummed “I suppose so, well okay then I guess.”

Endi put her hand back down and smiled and nodded to Wednesday that it was okay. Wednesday then put her hand back down to where endi was, hands touching.

“Thank you, I suppose that may have helped calm me down, however the mystery still seems to not be solved.” Wednesday said

Endi laughed.