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vioartemis · 6 months

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Friends?

(Wednesday Addams x fem! reader)

Summary: One day, in the library, you catch Wednesday's attention... Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 Warnings: none a/n: expect a part 2, not proof read, it was in my drafts for like 3months now so I can't guaranty it's not awful (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

Wednesday pushed the library’s door and directly walked to the aisle she knew had the books she needed. After 10 minutes spent in said aisle, she let out a frustrated sigh; she couldn’t find the books, which meant someone either borrowed them already -which was unlikely, or the librarian forgot to put them back on the shelves.

Either way, it annoyed her.

Now she had to talk to the librarian to ask if the books were here, and it would probably take longer than necessary.

When she arrived at the desk with a blank expression, the woman was writing something on her computer, not sparing Wednesday a glance.

“I would like to borrow some books.” She said through gritted teeth, causing the librarian to look up

“What books?”

Wednesday put a piece of paper with the references of the books on the desk as an answer.

“Botanical curses & poisons, and The supernatural” the woman read out loud “You’re lucky, they’ve just got returned”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. Even if she did think it could’ve happened, she was still surprised. She didn’t actually think anyone else would ever borrow these books. It wasn’t common seeing someone read that kind of books -or read at all. And usually Nevermore students only read the books in the school’s library.

She didn’t hear the door while she was in the aisle, which meant the person was still there. Maybe she had found a classmate with the same interests as her? Which didn’t mean she would try to befriend them, but it was always good to know.

“If you’re looking for the girl, she’s in the aisles over there” the librarian said, as she had already put the books on the desk

Wednesday looked at her, a frown on her face, but nodded once and grabbed the books.

She then walked to the aisles the woman talked about. And here you were, looking at the books on the shelves, reading the back of one while holding another in your arms; Royal art of poison. Wednesday had read that book before, she recognize it was a good one.

Her attention then shifted on your face, even if she could only see your profile. She was sure she never saw you at Nevermore. She usually had a good memory for that kind of things, so maybe you didn’t have classes in common.

After looking you up and down, she walked out of the building to go back to Nevermore.

On the way there, she couldn’t help but think if she had seen you in the hallways, she would’ve never thought you would read this type of books.

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The following week, Wednesday tried to find you in the school. Unconsciously at first, as she didn’t really care, but then it became more and more important to her as she couldn’t seem to see you. That frustrated her. You had to be somewhere.

And yet she couldn’t find you.

She always got what she wanted, it was unusual for her to ‘fail’. So naturally, she decided to go back to the library.

When she did, she wandered in the aisles, looking for you. Unsuccessfully. It was like you didn’t even exist.

She felt like she was losing her mind, and it wasn’t as fun as she anticipated.

Just as she was about to go back in the aisle she saw you in for the first time, she saw Thing out of the corner of her eye. He was pointing a nearby aisle, signaling you were in there.

You were indeed in the aisle, looking at the books on the shelf in front of you. Venomous was already in your hands. A book about earth’s deadliest creatures… Wednesday thought.

Then your hand rose up to pick up another book; The Black Dahlia.

Now Wednesday was really interested by you. She never met anyone who knew about her favorite unsolved murder case, let alone read about it.

She took some step closer to you and grabbed a book on the shelf.

“You might as well read this one, if you’re interested in the Black Dahlia case.” she said as she handed you the book

You gave her a surprised look, not expecting anyone to recommend you any books in that section, let alone about this case.

“Oh, thanks” you grabbed the book “Do you know much about this case?”

“Of course, for it is my favorite unsolved murder. How come you know about it?”

“I saw a documentary on tv yesterday. Just thought I’d read some more about it. It seems to be a very interesting case” you explained

“Indeed.” A little pause “So what are you? Werewolf? Siren? Psychic?”

You frowned, confused as to why she would ask that.

“Are you from Nevermore?” you asked

“Are you not?”

You shook your head.

“I’m at Jericho High, sadly”

“‘Sadly’?”

You nodded.

“There’s a bunch of idiots there. Like- a whole bunch. I don’t really fit in. They’re all about social medias, hating on outcasts for no reason”

Wednesday looked at you, waiting for you to continue and explain yourself.

“I prefer books, even if I have to admit that scrolling on Pinterest while listening to music can be addicting. As for outcasts… I’ve always been interested in them, especially vampires. But I mean- every ‘class’ of outcasts I read about was interesting”

The raven took a moment to think about what you just said.

“It’s unusual to see a normie who doesn’t hate outcasts. Are you sure you’re a normie?”

“Pretty sure, yeah”

She looked you up and down after that, analyzing you. You seemed to be honest, she didn’t sense any hostility coming from you.

The following days, Wednesday caught herself thinking about your conversation, and by extension, about you. As much as it pained her to admit, something in you attracted her. Or at least made her ant to know more about you, which led her to the library once again.

This time, you were sitting at a table, reading another book about poisonous plants, some other books stacked next to you.

“Are you planning to murder someone?” she asked as she sat on the chair facing you

“Holy shit…! Do you make a habit out of scaring people?” you asked, half joking, a hand on your chest after her voice made you jump

“It’s more of a hobby. Who is going to be your victim?”

“No one!” you chuckled, once your heartbeat calmed down a bit “I’m just trying to find information about Aconitum, like where it grows, etc”

“Why?”

“I want to experiment with it myself, simple curiosity” you shrug

So you did want to poison someone. Interesting. She thought.

“No, no, I can guess what you’re thinking. I’m not trying to kill anyone. But you never know when that kind of information can be useful”

“Indeed.” she nodded, even if she was a bit disappointed

“And if I did want to kill someone, I would probably use something else like Nightshade or the Nerium Oleander -but I’d have to find some first” you added “Anyways, I need to go, I have class… See you later, maybe?”

Wednesday looked at you as you packed your things and left the library, not without putting the books back on their shelves. You definitely had a little something that made her look forward to the next time she would be in your company. That thought surprised her; she usually wasn’t one to seek others’ company.

She stayed sat at the table for a few minutes, lost in thoughts, before standing up almost abruptly. She walked to the door and was about to leave, when the librarian called her.

“Hey, wait a sec!”

Wednesday turned to face the woman who got out from behind her desk. She handed something.

“What is that?”

“A micro-cassette recorder. It must have fallen from your friend’s bag when she left. I thought you could give it back to her”

“She’s not my friend.” Wednesday said blankly but took the object anyways

The librarian rolled her eyes at the smaller girl and went back to her desk while Wednesday left the library, putting your recorder in her backpack.

“What’s that?”

Wednesday looked up from her typewriter; Enid was holding the recorder.

“A micro-cassette recorder.” she simply said “Put it back where it was, Enid.”

“Oooh what are you doing with it? Recording podcasts? I thought your thing was novels” the blonde continued, not listening

“‘My thing’ is novels.”

“Then what’s on this recorder?”

Before the raven could say anything else, the werewolf pressed the play button.

“Okay… Is it recording? Ah, yes, the numbers are moving. Okay okay… um… Where do I even start? God I must look so dumb talking to that thing… Anyways. Uh… Day 1 of research on outcasts, I guess? Is that how they do in movies?”

The recorder stopped playing, for Wednesday had pressed the button again, taking it from Enid’s hands.

“Whose voice is that? It’s not yours”

“Of course not. It’s…” she paused, looking for the right words “… it belongs to someone I met at the library.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about her?? I want to know everything!”

“There’s nothing to say.”

“Why do you have her recorder then?”

“She forgot it. I just keep it until I can give it back.”

“Hmhm, sure”

Enid said with a big smile, before going back to her activities: laying on her bed and scroll on Instagram, probably. The other girl watched her do so, then went back to her writing, putting the recorder on her desk.

After half an hour of peaceful writing, she heard Enid tell her she was going in Yoko’s dorm for whatever gossip session they had every week. From the corner of her eye, Wednesday saw the recorder move closer to her.

Thing was pushing it in her direction.

“What is it?”

“Don’t you want to hear more?” Thing signed

“I wouldn’t like it if anyone read my novel without asking me first.”

“But you’re curious”

“… Of course.”

“Listen to it then! Maybe you’ll be able to help her. She seems nice, she won’t get upset” Thing signed quickly, almost as curious as Wednesday to hear your research

“Fine. Give it to me.”

Thing pushed the recorder further so she could grab it. She did, and pressed play again, but not after a glance at Thing.

“A word to Enid and I’ll snap all your fingers.”

“Hmhm… so I borrowed this book in Jericho’s library about outcasts -I’m surprised they have books about that considering the way they see them. I think it was a pretty interesting book!”

Wednesday listened to what you had to say on that book, then fast-forwarded to a bit later on the record.

“… lost count of the days at this point. It’s crazy how I can’t find anything more than what I already read! It’s like normies’ knowledge about outcast is only the basics -not to say the clichés. God, I wish I was at Nevermore. I’m sure they have sooo much more books there. Not only about outcasts, but about poisonous plants as well!”

The raven was about to stop listening when you started speaking again.

“Oh, yesterday, I met a girl at the library! She advised me to read a certain book about The Black Dahlia case. She said she was from Nevermore. Well, she didn’t deny it. I wonder what’s her gift… But it’s a weird question to ask, isn’t it? I bet she knows lots of outcasts if she studies there… of course she does, what I am even saying?”

The record stopped by itself after that.

Wednesday had the tiniest smile on her face. You were smart, that she had noticed when you first talked, yet hearing you speak freely like that made you sound so clumsy. You were passionate, that was for sure.

“Thing, do you think you can find her quickly?”

A knock on your bedroom window caught your attention. Your stopped what you were doing and opened it. To your surprise, a hand -without a body- ran (?) in your room.

You looked at it, mouth agape, certainly not expecting that.

“Hi…?” you said hesitantly

The hand stopped on your desk and starting signing.

“I uh… don’t speak sign language… sorry”

The hand paused, as if it was sighing.

“You can… hear me?” you asked, surprised

It gave you a thumbs up as an answer, before showing its palm to you. A message was written on it with a marker: ‘You forgot your recorder at the library. Call me.’ Followed by a phone number.

“Thank you”

You said while typing the number on your phone, before calling it.

On the other side, Wednesday was waiting in front of Enid’s computer. She remembered how to use it from last time Enid told her. When she saw you were calling, she pressed the spacebar to pick up.

She certainly didn’t expect to see you with Thing on your shoulder.

“Hi!” you said with a smile “So you found my recorder? I was afraid someone random found it…” you paused “Your room is… more colorful that I would’ve imagined”

“It’s my roommate’s side.” Wednesday frowned, a bit offended you could think she would decorate her room this way

“Oh. What does your side looks like then?”

She turned Enid’s computer to show you -quite proudly.

“Ohh it’s nice! Wait- you have a typewriter?? That’s so cool! Like the overall decoration”

Thing typed lightly on your shoulder.

“Oh, yes, sorry. He’d like me to drive him back to Nevermore. Which I can understand, it’s a bit far away… So, we were wondering if you could open a window or something? I don’t think your principal would appreciate if someone from outside came without permission”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. Let’s say it’s for keeping my recorder safe, that way we’re even” you smiled

Wednesday nodded, and said she would open their window, just before your parents called you from downstairs, asking who you were talking to. While you were answering them, Thing gave the raven a thumbs up.

Of course it was your plan all along, bringing her here… she thought, a slight smile forming on her lips again. Well played.

After going out by your bedroom window, took your bike, put Thing in the little basket attached to the handlebar, and started making your way to Nevermore. On the way there, you talked with Thing; he used your phone to type and made it read the text out loud so you could hear.

When you arrived at Nevermore’s gate, you left your bike against the low wall near the entrance. To your surprise, the gate wasn’t closed -which was a good thing. You got on the school’s territory, walking silently to the school itself.

You had only ever seen it in pictures, and you had to admit, it was way cooler to see it for real.

Thing tapped your shoulder, bringing you back to reality, and pointing at a big round window with a metallic spider web on it. It was probably the dorm you had to reach.

“You could’ve told me it was on the fourth floor…”

You examined the architecture of the school, before cracking your knuckles and starting to climb.

“If I fall… I hope I won’t break too many bones”

After what seemed like an eternity, and three times almost falling, you finally reached the balcony. You took a moment to lay there, catching your breath, Thing patting your arm reassuringly.

He then disappeared inside and came back with the raven right as you were standing back up.

“Thing said you were hurt.” Wednesday said, her eyes shifting from your face to your hands, bruised by the climbing

“Oh, it’s okay. I’ve done rock-climbing with my parents before, I’m used to it”

“… If you say so.” she paused, and handed you your recorder

“I almost forgot about it” you chuckled, taking it from her hands and putting it in a pocket of your vest “Thank you”

Wednesday nodded. You did the same, as a goodbye, and were ready to go back home, when she spoke again.

“If you want more books about outcasts or something else…” she stepped forward and gave you a piece of paper “… let me know.”

You took the paper and opened it. Another phone number. You had guessed the previous one wasn’t hers, and according to what Thing told you, she never used the phone some guy gifted her.

You smiled and put the paper in your pocket.

“Thank you”

You were about to leave, but you remembered something.

“You never told me your name”

“Neither did you.”

“I’m Y/n. Y/n L/n”

“Wednesday. Wednesday Addams.”

“It was nice seeing you, Wednesday” you smiled “It’s probably going to sound weird… But I enjoy your presence, I feel understood. I hope we’ll be good friends. Anyways, good night!”

With that, you climbed down the wall, disappearing from her field of view.

Wednesday looked at the sky; it was dark, lots of clouds, but the moon was still visible behind them. It even illuminated the raven’s face.

Thing tapped in her direction.

“I only tolerate her presence. Don’t imagine things.”

More tapping, and what looked like he was rolling his eyes.

“One more word and you’re locked in the drawer until I decide otherwise.”

Thing saw it as the sign to go back inside, not wanting to risk it.

When she was alone on the balcony, Wednesday’s eyes shifted to your small form while you were getting on your way home.

Her little smile was back, that smile which was so unusual to see on her face, that only the people she really cared about ever saw.

Friends, hm? I suppose that’s what we are.

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videovamptramp · 1 year

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holding on too tight (just right)

// wednesday ironically loves affection… as long as it’s from you //

warnings: insecure!reader, insecure!wednesday, a bit of angst but mostly fluff, you’re both oblivious idiots in love, wednesday is a softy for you <3

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wednesday addams, for as long as she can remember has been completely and utterly disgusted by the mere thought of love. there was nothing more repulsing than the idea of someone kissing her. swabbing spit with someone who’s grossly in love with her. whenever she would see her parents exchange different forms of love she’d have to physically hold herself back from gagging. it wasn’t just because they were her parents, really. she felt the same way when she saw a random couple on the street, or at school. wednesday didn’t believe in love, she felt as though everyone who was overly in love with their significant other was dramatizing their feelings, or just pretending. there’s no way anyone could feel that much.

well, that’s what she used to think… until she met you. when wednesday first met you, she hated you. you were all smiles, and dimples. it was disgusting the way you’d light up like a christmas tree whenever you saw her or she responded to you. the way you laughed made her stomach coil. not to mention how revealing your outfits got towards the hotter seasons. wednesday hated the way her eyes would migrate towards you whenever she’d walk into a room you were in. she didn’t want to think about your eyes or how they changed in color depending on the lighting. so she ignored it for as long as she could.

she ignored your longing looks, and the way she’d see your signature doodled next to her last name on your notebook, whenever she’d make the mistake of taking a peak at what you were smiling at. she pretended as if her stomach didn’t flutter in a nauseating way at the thought of your name hyphenated with hers. it even got so bad that wednesday tried to ignore your existence all together, but that wasn’t very effective. instead of your smile, she saw your eyes full of hurt and even saw you tear up when you realized she was ignoring you. she caved and spoke to you the next period. wednesday didn’t understand why the sight of you nearly crying, especially because of her, made her incredibly uncomfortable. it was a feeling she’s never felt before.

“… and then i told him to fuck off! he was only being a jerk because i totally rejected him last fall. then sabrina told me—“ you cut yourself off when you see wednesday staring at you with a blank expression. you assume she’s bored and irritated, causing you to blush in embarrassment, “sorry wen, i got carried away talking… i know i talk too much.” you tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear, and she doesn’t look away from you as your gaze shyly makes it way down to the grass you’re both sitting on. “if i didn’t want to listen to your pointless rambling i would have intervened and said so.” she declares simply, and your eyes widen slightly, as you look at her with pure glee. god that look on your face makes the corner of her lips tug upwards, and oh no, wednesday addams is smiling softly.

the smile is faint and barely visible, but it’s there. “you’re so sweet, wednesday. you always make me feel so special!” you exclaim, practically gushing as you pull her in for a tight hug. wednesday’s little cold heart swells a few sizes at the action. she hates affection or any sort of physical touch, but this… this is nice. wednesday doesn’t even threaten you and after a few seconds you pull away, a rosy pink blush on your nose and cheeks. “i’m sorry… i got carried away again.” you apologize, and her tenebrous orbs stare into yours. “do it again.” she demands and you look at her as if she just said the most absurd thing on the planet.

though, you don’t deny her request, and you cautiously wrap your arms around her, holding her close. wednesday hugs you back, and your heart nearly stops beating. “thank you.” you blabber out loud, and she pulls away, “why are you thanking me?” she questions uncertainly, and you meet her eyes with a dopey grin on your lips. “because you just let me hug you! twice! i know you have a rule about physical touch or affection, but i… i really like it. especially when i care about someone. so thank you for letting me hug you.” your words of innocence make wednesday feel as though her heart is being squeezed so tightly it might pop. “my rule does not apply to you. you are the only exception.” the words come out of her mouth before she can think twice, and though they surprise her, she doesn’t take them back.

how could she? you were now staring at her with stars in your eyes and your smile caused that queasy feeling to set back in at the pit of her belly.

after that, you find every and any excuse to touch wednesday. you hold her hand whenever you’re sitting beside her in class or lunch, and in the hallways. you lay you head in her lap and will reach for her wrist, moving it onto your head and demanding she play with your hair. you play with her fingers whenever you’re speaking to her in the halls (it’s nearly impossible to keep her concentration when you do that). you fix her bangs for her whenever the wind messes them up, and you even took what she said as an open invitation to cuddle with her during your guys movie nights.

wednesday is very surprised to find out she doesn’t hate physical affection coming from you. every little touch burns wednesday’s skin in the best way, and she finds herself yearning for your touch whenever she doesn’t receive it. which is why the last week has confused and upset her deeply. it started after she walked you to class last week, as she always does.

“see you after class, wen!” you lean in and kiss her cheek, causing her to force herself to grimace. she still has an act to put on at school after all. “oh wait!” you exclaim as you reach for her wrist and pull her back in for a hug. “good luck on your botany exam!” you cheerfully tell your girlfriend before pulling away and making your way into class where yoko is flashing you a look. “what?” you ask uncertainly, and the vampire raises her brows. “aren’t you afraid she’s going to snap one day because of all the dramatized affection? i mean, she is wednesday addams.” yoko points out, and you frown as you take a seat beside her. “she’s never been bothered by it before…” you trail off.

a wave of insecurity washes over you, “do you think i should stop? i mean, you’ve known her longer…” your voice is laced with vulnerability. “i mean, i would definitely reel it back a bit because she’s wednesday.” yoko explains as if that’s explanation enough, but you don’t know wednesday like me, your mind screams but you only nod. “yeah, she might be tired of it.” you mumble, your cheerful mood suddenly gone. could wednesday really be tired of your affection? you remember the way she grimaced in the hall after you kissed her on the cheek. you wonder if that was for show or because she genuinely didn’t like affection. wednesday wouldn’t force herself to endure your affections simply because it makes you happy… right?

suddenly you’re overthinking everything, and you can’t help but let your thoughts run wild. you can’t even concentrate in class and when the bell rings, you stand up and gather your things; stuffing them into your backpack before leaving the room. as soon as you exit out of the classroom, there’s wednesday with that blank look on her face waiting for you. your heart flutters every time she comes and picks you up, and walks you to each of your classes. though, you physically dim when you remember what yoko said about wednesday growing tired of the affection. the last thing you wanted to happen was for her to grow tired of you and the relationship.

wednesday notices something’s wrong right away, as soon as you see her your eyes usually light up like a street lamp every night on routine. “hey wen.” you greet her with a smile. “how was your exam?” you ask as you begin walking. wednesday looks down at her empty hand that you usually take, and she tries not to frown. “fine. easier than i expected, perhaps we went a little too overboard with the studying.” she tells you and you giggle. “yes, well, you had three different study plans ready. at least you’re always prepared.” you tease and she tries not to think about the way you aren’t holding her hand or arm; the only form of affection was when your arms brushed together as you two walked through the crowded hallway.

“how was gorgon anatomy?” she asks, trying to figure out why you’re acting stranger than usual. “fine!! boring.” you answer too quickly, and wednesday turns her head to look at you. you were walking with your head high and eyes forward. as if you were trying not to look at her at all. wednesday can see on your face clear as day that something is wrong. before she can question you anymore, you both arrive in front of your werewolf reproduction class. “i’ll see you after class?” you ask hopefully, and she rolls her eyes. “you’ll see me after every class.” she states, still not understanding why you ask her every time, if you know she’ll be here like clock work. you smile at her response, blushing. “okay. bye wen, try not to kill bianca during fencing lessons.” you half joke before staring at her with a longing look and rushing inside.

wednesday blinks a few times, frozen in place. you always kiss her before you two part. every single time, even when she was just going to stand in a different line, you were placing a sweet kiss somewhere on her face. the sinking feeling in her stomach is unfamiliar and uncomfortable. she clenches her fists as she walks away. suddenly she’s angry at herself; what did she do? had she said something? or did she do something that upset you? is this one of those things where she accidentally did the wrong thing and hurt your feelings? she’s hurt them many times on accident before, you were so insufferably sensitive. yet, wednesday found that was one of the many things she loves about you.

she tries not to think about how strange you were before class, but she ends up taking out her frustrations on bianca during fencing lessons.

wednesday tried to assure herself that you would be fine by the end of the day. your mood changed very quickly when you were upset. you could never be sad or angry for too long and wednesday ironically loved that about you as well. but that was last week, and you still have barely touched her. wednesday didn’t think it was possible to need physical contact, but god she does. she craves your touch every time you’re near, even when you’re not, she still wishes you were so you could kiss, caress, and even hold her. but ever since last week your touches have been minimal.

you don’t hold her hand in the halls anymore, nor do you kiss her cheek at any given chance. sometimes you’ll slip and reach for her hand during movie night, but quickly let go when you remember what yoko said. you had somehow allowed that little nagging voice in your head to convince you that wednesday was trying to preserve your feelings every time you touched her. you’d let that mean conscious of yours allow you to believe that wednesday secretly disliked all of your hugs, kisses, and loving touches.

today is movie night, and wednesday is adamant on making things return to normal. she hates that insecure feeling she’s had for the last six days. that pestering emotion deeply rooted inside of her, whispering over and over that you’re losing interest in her. that you’re craving someone different; perhaps someone more full of joy, and like you. someone who isn’t allergic to color, and who has a kind smile. maybe that boy who’s always smiling at you in the ice cream place in the mall. or the girl from the shoe store who remembers you and your shoe size, she always compliments your jeans. it makes wednesday’s stomach burn.

“i brought ven helsing and the house at the end of the street. can we please watch the scary one first this time, wen? i had nightmares after last weeks.” you flash her puppy eyes as soon as you stroll into her shared room, the movies in your arms along with the snacks. you have black liquorish, milk duds, cherry coke, a big of chips, and mini kit-kat’s. wednesday knows the black liquorish is for her, and she can’t help but let her heart lurch at the sight of you. “we can watch whatever one you’d like first, cara mia.” she tells you in that tone she solely reserves for you. she makes your stomach fill with butterflies. you walk over in her direction; she’s already sitting on her bed. you kiss the top of her head; you can smell her shampoo. you let all the snacks go at once, letting them fall onto her bed.

the kiss on her head wasn’t enough to fill that hole inside of her. she desperately needs you to hold her before she falls apart. she feels stupid for the lump in her throat as she watches you walk over towards the dvd player and television. you pop the movie in and start it up, turning around and smirking at her. she keeps a straight face, trying not to show you how close she is to breaking down. “lights off?” you ask with a cute little grin, and she nods, not trusting her voice. you turn the lights off and join her in her bed. you keep a short space between you both and the small distance pains her deeply.

she tries to focus on the movie, she really does. but every time she does, her eyes seem to migrate to you like magnates. you look scared and you jump every time a scary scene unfolds on the screen. she wants to hold you, but she’s afraid you’ll reject her. she’s afraid she won’t know what to do. she’s afraid she’ll be awkward. god, why is she so afraid of everything when it comes to you? she’s wednesday addams, she isn’t afraid of ghouls, monsters, or even murders, yet she’s afraid of messing everything up with you. losing you would be the greatest misfortune, and for her to lose you simply because she’s herself… that’s enough to make even the strongest person hurt.

you forget about everything for a moment, the peace that comes with being by wednesday’s side makes every problem and negative thought go away for awhile. you lean in, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your head on her shoulder. you forget about what yoko said for all about two minutes before abruptly pulling away, as if you’re physically trying not to touch her. her throat aches as she swallows thickly and she tenses up, there’s a few seconds of silence that tick by, before she asks the question that’s been badgering her mind this entire week.

“are you tired of me?” wednesday asks quietly, in a voice so low, if you weren’t sitting so close you wouldn’t have heard it. you reach for the remote and pause the movie quickly, turning to look at her with a look of shock, “what?” you ask her, making sure you heard correctly.

wednesday is staring at her lap, refusing to meet your gaze. “i’m aware i’m not the most conventional girlfriend… i do not know a lot about relationships. i hurt you without trying, and i never say the right thing. if i upset you, or did something it wasn’t my intention.” she goes on, and you only grow even make confused. “wednesday, what are you talking about? i’m confused as to where this is coming from. you’re a wonderful girlfriend, and frankly, i don’t enjoy it when you talk about yourself that way.” you tell her and she finally looks at you. the look of hurt in her dark eyes is as clear as water. “then why have you been different? you don’t hold my hand in the halls anymore, or kiss me— you just jumped away from me after a minute of cuddling. i thought you said you loved physical affection when it came to the people you care about… do you not care about me anymore?” she asks, and for the first time since you’ve known wednesday, you can hear the vulnerability in her voice.

your heart aches in your chest, and your eyes soften. “if you’ve grown tired of me just tell me what it is i did. i’ll fix it.” she sounds so adamant and it breaks your heart that she would even consider changing anything about her wonderful self. you immediately reach out and cup her cheek with one hand, she nearly melts into your touch. “oh wednesday, i’m so sorry. i thought you were tired of all my affection… i thought i was too clingy.” you glance away shamefully as you admit this, and her eyes nearly widen. “i would never ask you to change anything about yourself, wen, and i could never grow tired of you. i don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself that way. you’re far too intelligent and phenomenal for that. got it?” you ask, and she doesn’t respond.

you kiss her nose before looking into her eyes, “got it??” you ask again and she nods. “please don’t feel as though you’re too clingy. i… i enjoy your forms affection very much.” she confesses, and you can see a cute crimson blush coating her cheeks. your heart skips a beat, “you do?” you question in pure shock. “i do. i’ve never been one to enjoy those gross things… but with you it’s different. you’re my exception.” she states affirmatively, and now it’s your turn to blush. “you always make me feel so special.” you reveal, your face hot and your cheeks pink. “you are special to me.” she says bluntly, and your eyes are suddenly big and childlike, staring at her as if she put stars in the sky.

“oh wednesday!” you gush as you lean in and hug her tightly. she hugs you back, and when you try to pull away after a minute, her hold on you tightens. “let me hold you a little bit longer. please.” she practically begs, and your entire body goes warm. “we can cuddle and finish the movie, silly.” you remind her and she hesitantly lets up, allowing you to get into a comfortable position. “c’mere, i’ll be the big spoon this time!“ you sound so excited she doesn’t dare disagree. “if you tell anyone i’ll deny it.” she warns, before crawling into your waiting arms.

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simp4wom3n · 1 year

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Celebrity Crush

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Requested: Yes/No ~ request @meimei-a

Summary: Y/N has been simping over Jenna for years. What happens when Y/N finally gets noticed by her celebrity crush. (Y/F/M = your favourite movie) ~ Word Count: 2,190 ~ Warnings: swearing

A/N: Hello everyone!! Idk why these keep getting longer and longer but hopefully you guys still like them. Obviously because they are longer they take longer to write but my schedule has loosened so I have more time to write so hopefully the next one will be finished soon <3

Part 1 ~ Part 2

“And here to promote her new movie, the newest star of Hollywood, the amazing, and beautiful, Y/N L/N everybody!!” Jimmy announces with his iconic smile plastered on his face, his hand gesturing towards you as you walk out. Dressed in an extravagant pantsuit and heels, you wave to the audience as you make your way towards your chair. You greet Jimmy as you sit down, taking a moment to take in your first late night show, sat across from Jimmy Fallon, in-front of a large audience, cameras covering you on all angles. Sure you had done press before but this was something else.

Whilst you are undeniably nervous, the excitement of another ‘I made it’ moment overshadows any of your anxiety as you finally face Jimmy as the cheers of the audience diminish. “Welcome Y/N it’s amazing to finally have you on the show. How are you feeling?” he starts with a warm smile, instantly calming your remaining nerves. “Thank you so much for having me. This is definitely a dream of mine so a little nervous.” you explain, earning a nod from Jimmy. “I’m used to being in the audience so it’s still sinking in” you add, gesturing and glancing towards the audience, still unable to grasp the fact that your here.

“Well you have definitely earned it, I mean your incredible.” he commented, earning a chorus of cheers from the audience. A tight lipped smile of appreciation crosses your face as you reply, “Thanks Jimmy thats mean a lot”. “Now… your new movie Y/F/M, am I right in saying its your first lead role in a blockbuster film?” “Yes it is” you reply with a nod. “Now I know they are really strict on what you can say but is there ANYTHING you can tell us.” he asks with genuine curiosity in his eyes.

Despite wanting to go on and on about the movie and reveal every little detail you can, your director says otherwise meaning you can’t say a thing. “I hate to break your heart Jimmy but my lips are glued shut. All I can say is I’m really proud of it” you answer solemnly, giving both Jimmy and the audience a small smile of apology. “It’s annoyingly ironic. Like I have to sell a movie without actually talking about it.” The solemn look on Jimmy’s face is quickly replaced with one of pure elation as he leans back in his chair, letting out his signature laugh, instantly bringing a smile to your face.

He took a minute to settle down before he moved on, “I had a feeling this would happen so I prepared a little game for you” he started with a mischievous look on his face. You matched his energy, playfully glaring at him, “Ok…” you replied with concern earning a chuckle from the audience. “So I had my team go through your twitter and try to find any common topics you talk about” At the mention of your twitter account you could feel your cheeks warm as you realise where he is going with this.

“Oh god…”. Despite having a decent following, you essentially used your twitter as a dumping ground for all of your opinions on films, actors, food, basically everything. Which also meant you tweeted a lot, and I mean a lot, about your celebrity crush. The breathtaking Jenna Ortega. You practically worshipped her. Your initial film reviews of her performances soon turned into you straight up thirsting over her, so much so you had been asked about it before in previous interviews. It was impossible to deny so you would always openly admit your crush, quite passionately if you might add.

“And it would appear there is one VERY prominent subject” he continued, attempting to hold back a chuckle after seeing the mix of concern and acceptance on your face. “Mhm” you hum as you rest your head on your hand, waiting for him to just say it. “Jenna Ortega”. There it was. You closed your eyes attempting to compose yourself as a smile grew on your face just at the mention of her. “So I thought we could take a look at a few of the more recent ones and you could explain them to us all”, he finishes with a look of satisfaction, knowing he had struck gold. “Really trying to expose me aren’t you Jimmy.”, you chuckle as you straighten your posture and face the screen, “Your lucky I’m passionate about this.” you add causing Jimmy and the audience to laugh.

“Ok first one”. A screenshot of a tweet you posted in January 2022, the day that ‘The Fallout’ premiered for streaming, came up on the screen. It read ‘Just watched ‘The Fallout’ for the first time. Jenna Ortega everybody🧎🧎🧎’. You chuckled as you listened to Jimmy read it out to the audience. “I mean it’s pretty self explanatory” you start, reflecting back on that day. “I didn’t get the chance to see it beforehand so I had been waiting for it to come to a streaming service and when it did… OOO Jimmy you have no idea.” you explain whilst the audience bursts out laughing and you just shrug your shoulders. “What can I say. Not only was her performance Oscar worthy but DAMN she looked good doing it.” you fall back in you chair with a massive smile on your face whilst they all cheer and laugh around you.

“Ok ok next one” Jimmy says through his laughter. A new screenshot of a tweet from a week or so later, right after you had seen ‘Scream 5’, appears on the screen reading, “I’m not one for horror, but did I just binge the entirety of the Scream saga to see ‘Scream 5’ with Jenna Ortega? Absolutely. P.S it was so worth it”, Jimmy read it out as you and the audience laughed whilst your hand hid your massive smile. “Lets just say I would do anything to be able to watch her.” you say with a smirk on your face as you try to suppress your giggle. “I actually really don’t like horror that much. I hate jump-scares with a passion. I was also praying the entire time that Jenna’s character didn’t die. That was basically all I cared about.”

“Ok final ones” Jimmy states as he pulls up a tweet from only a few weeks ago from after you binged ‘Wednesday’ is one sitting. “Guys someone explain to me how Jenna played a literal psycho but was still incredibly attractive AND girlfriend material.” Jimmy read as he also pulled up another one from a few days ago, ”These bts photos from Wednesday… Someone take them away from me I need this girl as my girlfriend ASAP” you chuckle as he finishes reading them out. “I mean look I think we can all relate to a show being that much more enjoyable because an actor you love is it in right?” you question, looking at the audience who respond with nods and cheers “Right so when I saw that Jenna was playing Wednesday I legitimately counted down the days until it aired and I watched the entire show in one sitting” you finish with a laugh. “That first tweet was right after I finished it and the second one… I mean guys have you seen those photos how could I not be in love”

Meanwhile…

The Tonight Show was a show that Jenna frequently watched. She had been checking Instagram to see who would be appearing on the show when she stumbled across you. She noticed someone who she instantly found attractive, and their name sounded familiar although she wasn’t sure where from. ‘Y/N L/N��. where do I know you from’ she thought as she googled your name in an attempt to connect the dots. Browsing through your movies and tv shows, nothing seemed to trigger any realisation despite having seen some of them. ‘Weird’

Jenna set her phone aside, sat down on the couch, and took out her TV remote, turning it on and switching the station to start the show. Turning it on just as Jimmy announces you, she watches you walk out and her eyes widen slightly as her cheeks warm ever so slightly. You were gorgeous. She sat there speechless as she watched you smile and wave to the crowd, and she couldn’t help but smile with you as you sat in your chair.

If she was being completely honest with herself, she was entirely distracted by your beauty and hadn’t been listening to a majority of what was said, that was until she noticed you glaring at Jimmy. Snapping out of her trance, she listens to Jimmy explain the ‘game’ he wanted to play with you, something about looking through your twitter. ‘Wait have I seen her on twitter?’ Jenna briefly thought as he continued explaining. Her eyes shot open as she unexpectedly heard her name. ‘Wait what’, her ears immediately perking up, her attention now entirely on Jimmy.

As soon as the first tweet came on screen, Jenna’s mouth dropped open as she was suddenly hit with the realisation of where she had seen you before. She wasn’t one to frequent twitter, but whenever she did she would always notice a large amount of tags and tweets relating to you. The ones she had seen were just her being tagged in the comments of your tweets but she thought nothing of it and just presumed it was the fans messing around. She was obviously mistaken.

As you continued talking about your tweets and your love for her so openly on live tv, her cheeks burned as she sat there on her couch in pure disbelief. “How could I not be in love” is what you had said. That was all she needed to hear before she decided to binge almost all of your previous interviews, and to her surprise, and delight, you mentioned her in almost every one.

‘Holy shit’ she whispered as you wrapped up talking with Jimmy, saying your goodbyes and promoting your movie one last time. As she watched you stand she thought ‘fuck it’ as she reached for her phone, immediately opening instagram and going to her DMs.

Back at the studio…

You had just left the stage and were taking a moment to relax and think about how everything had gone. ‘I really just said that on live TV’ you thought to yourself as you chuckled and headed back to your dressing room to get changed and head home. The first thing you did was change out of your outfit because, despite how beautiful it makes you feel, your one and only real love—aside from Jenna—is an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. Once you had changed you grabbed your phone off the table and took a glance at your notifications, the number of which multiplied significantly since before the show. ‘Oh wow ok’ you mumbled as you scrolled through them seeing if there were any of significance.

You were about to put your phone down before a DM notification caught your eye, your breath hitching as you read the name. ‘Holy shit no way’. It was from fucking Jenna Ortega. ‘What the actual fuck… oh my god ok’. Deciding to wait until you got home to answer it, so you don’t seem too unbearably desperate, you grabbed your things and walked briskly to your car. As you drive along the quiet streets late at night, your mind is racing as all you can think about is her. ‘Oh my god does that mean she watched the interview?’ ‘I can’t believe she actually knows who I am’ ‘How am I going to respond to this oh god’.

When you finally arrived at your apartment, you hurriedly got out of the car and made it to your floor before you almost crashed through the door with excitement. Not bothering to do anything else, you instantly collapse onto your couch and open you instagram, saying ‘Fuck it’ and opening the DM. “Hey cutie” it started, instantly making you blush. “I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to reach out to you. I would love to get to know you better so I was wondering whether you wanted to maybe get dinner with me sometime this week?? Absolutely no pressure but I would love to meet you in person :)” You sat there speechless for a moment. Jenna Ortega, your celebrity crush, wants to go out with you?!? ‘This is too good to be true’ you thought as your fingers hovered over the keyboard. You eventually decided to just go for it, “Are you asking me out on a date?? ;)” you typed quickly and sent before you could start overthinking it.

You were shocked when it was read in just a few seconds, and you waited eagerly for her reply “How could I not ask such a beautiful girl on a date <3”. Here you were, on what you thought would be a regular day of press, instead being asked to go on a date by your celebrity crush. This was an ‘I made it’ moment on a completely different scale.

Part 2

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freakofmusic25 · 18 days

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No I won’t apologize for my tweets

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x fem reader #wednesday x reader #cairo sweet x reader #vada cavell x reader

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mrtwizz · 1 year

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Can you make one of fem!reader meeting the Addams family and they all adore her? Including Wednesday. Especially when she sword fights and wins. (Thing too :))

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Typical Wednesday level threats, unedited

Summary: Morticia and Gomez have been hearing about a certain girl and are elated to finally meet the mouse who has fallen in their little Vipers trap.

Nobody, especially not her mother, thought Wednesday Addams would fall in love. She viewed love as a weakness, a disgustingly human emotion that she never wished to feel. But meeting Y/n L/n changed her universe for all of eternity, and Wednesday wouldn’t have it any other way.

When the two met, Wednesday couldn’t care less about the bubbly vampire, at first glance the girl had no regards to the dress code and was incredibly annoying. But as the two’s paths crossed more and more, Wednesday seemed to not hate the girl’s presence. But as time passed, the line between not hating and liking began to blur. The raven haired girl enjoyed the vampire’s presence, something that made her want to stick pins and needles into her eyes.

One night while talking to her parents and Pugsley on her crystal ball, Enid mentioned Y/n and Wednesday let it be known that she was dating a girl. Morticia could have fainted in that moment, and Gomez was elated that his little Viper had met someone the way he had met his Morticia. While Pugsley wondered why anyone would willingly date his sister, have they met her?

Y/n was lying on her bed when Wednesday walked into her room.

“No knocking? Not even a hello? Jeez chivalry is dead.” Y/n mutters, before looking up from her phone, “What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be with your family?”

“Knocking isn’t even chivalry, and that’s why I’m here. My parents would like to meet you.” Wednesday says, as if it was no big deal.

Y/n sat straight up, the blanket that was around her falling, “They what?”

“Mother won’t stop pestering me about you.” Wednesday comments, sitting on the edge of Y/n’s bed completely unbothered.

Y/n quickly scrambled out of the bed, ignoring the way her phone clattered to the ground. She was less than presentable, clad in only a tanktop and sleep shorts and her hair was messy. She had planned to stay in bed all day until her roommate brought her dinner.

“What if they hate me?” Y/n wondered, going through her closet trying to find a uniform that wasn’t extremely altered to her own taste.

“You’re incredibly dramatic,” Wednesday notes from her position on Y/n’s bed, before adding to soothe her girlfriend’s anxiety “plus mother and father are already obsessed with you.”

“Don’t look.” Y/n points at Wednesday sternly before turning her back to the dark haired girl to change.

The girl quickly strips from her pajamas and changes into her uniform and moves to her vanity to tame her hair. Wednesday watches as her girlfriend frantically ‘fixes’ her appearance.

Soon enough the two of them are making their way to the quad where her family sat amongst themselves. It was incredibly obvious who her family was, dressed in different shades of black they seemed to have a stormcloud above them keeping the sunlight above at bay.

Y/n was incredibly anxious and if this were a cartoon, she would have audibly gulped. Wednesday gently took her cold hand in her own, sensing her nerves.

Wednesday led Y/n over to where her family sat at a cold concrete table, talking amongst themselves.

“Mother, father, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” The short girl introduced.

“So you’re the little mouse who has fallen in our Viper’s deathtrap.” The short man beamed, standing to shake the girl’s hand.

“Oh, isn't she just darling?” The beautiful woman, Wednesday’s mother, asked her husband.

Y/n suddenly felt extremely exposed in her modified uniform, suddenly wishing she hadn’t defined Weems when she told her the first four times to not modify her uniform.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Addams.” Y/n shook both of their hands.

“Wednesday tells us you are quite the skilled swordsman.” Gomez brings up, and Y/n can feel her body burning.

“Oh, I guess you could say that. Not as good as Wednesday, sir, I hear you’re the one who taught her how to fence.” Y/n rambles, talking expressively with little motions and gestures.

Wednesday rolls at her girlfriend's poor attempts to suck up to her parents, “You’re being modest, Cara Mia, Bianca claimed you were the only worthy opponent here at Nevermore.”

Wednesday was never one to care what others thought of her, but watching as her parents got to know Y/n. She couldn’t help but feel a swirling sense of pride at her parents' approval of her girlfriend.

Y/n was rambling about something that had happened last week when Wednesday grabs Y/n’s hand and presses a kiss to the back of it.

Pugsley lets out a dramatic, ‘ew’ at the way his sister is affectionate with the girl by her side. Wednesday shoots him a look that could kill a grown man, shutting him up.

“It looks as though history repeats itself.” Morticia comments, watching the way her daughter looks at her lover with the most adoration she had ever seen in her daughter's dark and cold eyes.

“Oh Nevermore, how I love you!” Gomez exclaims.

The next day had gone basically the same, when it was time to go Morticia and Gomez gushed about the girl who had stolen their darling daughter's cold heart. Pugsley laughed at the way Wednesday was going soft because of the vampire.

“I will take your small intestine and will hang you from that tree with it.” Wednesday threatens, ignoring the way her body felt warm from the teasing.

After the rest of the Addams family left, Y/n and Wednesday made their way to Wednesday’s room. Enid was with Ajax leaving the two love-sick teens alone.

It was a rare moment that the two were actually alone, normally Thing or Enid were in the room. So when the couple was alone, they made the most of it. Basking in the other’s presence, music played quietly in the background.

The two lay facing each other, talking quietly.

Y/n was telling Wednesday about something Eugene had done the other day that Y/n had found humorous. The girl was laughing at her own story and a few strands of hair fell out of place. Wednesday took notice of this and gently pushed the pieces behind Y/n’s ear. Y/n’s laughter subsided as the girl gently caressed her face.

The domestic action took the vampire by surprise, “Someone is being extra loving today, who did you torture?”

“Nobody, at least not today. Am I not allowed to show my girlfriend affection? The same affection I recall you begging for constantly.” Wednesday points out.

Y/n rolls her eyes, “That is my bad, I will simply sit here and enjoy the suspicious amount of attention.”

After a few minutes, Y/n speaks up again, “Do you think you’re parents like me?”

Wednesday sighs, “Mi amor, mother will be talking about you non stop for the next month. I even heard them talking about inviting you over for the holidays."

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams icons #wednesday addams imagines #wednesday addams #wednesday series #wednesday x you #wednesday addams x fem reader #mine #x reader #fem reader

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lord-of-the-muses · 1 year

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WHERE IS SHE!!??!

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+

It was a typical Wednesday evening at Nevermore Academy, and Wednesday Addams was feeling particularly stressed. She had just returned to her dorm room after a long day of classes, and the last thing she needed was to be worried about the whereabouts of her lover, Y/N a female reader.

As Wednesday sat at her desk, trying to focus on her book, she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was off. It wasn't until she heard the sound of sobbing that she realized what it was - the absence of Y/N, who was nowhere to be found.

Panicked, Wednesday stood up from her desk and stormed out of the dorm room, determined to find Y/N. She found Enid, her other lover and a sensitive yet extroverted with a touch of adhd, on all fours in the hallway, crying uncontrollably. Enid had been just as worried as Wednesday, and the two of them immediately set off to find Y/N

After searching the campus and asking around, Wednesday and Enid were about to give up when they heard a faint voice calling out to them. Following the sound, they stumbled upon Y/N in the backyard, digging a plot of land and planting flowers.

Wednesday couldn't believe her eyes. Y/N had been missing for hours, and yet here she was, calmly tending to a garden. Enid, on the other hand, couldn't contain her relief and threw her arms around Y/N, sobbing with joy.

Wednesday, feeling a mix of anger and relief, approached Y/N and sternly advised her to never scare them like that again. Y/N apologized profusely, explaining that she had lost track of time while working on the garden. She had wanted to surprise Wednesday and Enid with a beautiful oasis along with She had planted nightshade-like flowers for Wednesday, who had always had a fascination with the macabre, and a variety of colorful flowers for Enid, who loved everything bright and beautiful she was planting just for Wednesday and Enid and she had gotten so caught up in her work that she hadn't realized how late it was.

Wednesday, still feeling a bit frustrated, couldn't stay angry at Y/N for long. She knew how passionate her lover was about her gardening, and she couldn't help but be touched by the gesture. She pulled Y/N into a hug and kissed her, telling her just how much she loved and appreciated her.

Enid, feeling overwhelmed with emotion, joined in the hug and kissed Y/N as well. The three of them stood there, holding each other tightly and basking in the warmth of their love.

As they made their way back to their dorm room, Wednesday and Enid couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/N and the love they shared. They may have been a unconventional trio, but they were also deeply connected and understanding of each other's needs and wants. And as they cuddled up in their warm dorm room, they knew that their love was strong enough to weather any storm.

The next day Wednesday Addams was feeling particularly amorous. She had just returned to her dorm room after a long day of classes, and the only thing on her mind was pleasing her lovers, Enid and Y/N.

As Wednesday locked the door behind her, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of Enid and Y/N waiting for her on the bed, their eyes filled with desire. Wednesday knew exactly what they wanted, and she was more than happy to oblige.

Slowly, Wednesday approached her lovers, her eyes locked on theirs. She could see the anticipation in their eyes, and it only served to heighten her own desire. Wednesday was a skilled lover, and she knew just how to please her partners.

As she kissed Enid deeply, her hands roamed over Y/N's body, exploring every inch of her skin. Wednesday was known for her intense passion and desire. And as she pleasured both Enid and Y/N simultaneously, they couldn't help but feel swept up in her sensual energy.

Wednesday's touch was electric, and as she moved between her lovers, she left them both breathless and wanting more. Enid and Y/N couldn't get enough of Wednesday, and they begged for more as she lavished them with kisses and caresses.

As the night wore on, Wednesday, Enid and Y/N lost themselves in each other, their love and desire growing stronger with every touch. They were a unconventional trio, but their love was deep and true, and they were grateful to have each other in their lives. And as they lay tangled in each other's arms, they knew that their love was something special, something that would last a lifetime.

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djljpanda · 4 months

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Um, hi. I have a request for Wednesday x fem or gender neutral reader.

Wednesday has a crush on the reader and is a bit more apprehensive with them, leading to snarky remarks. And the reader just has zero filter so they always have a comeback whether they mean it to be harsh or not.

Reader also has a crush on Wednesday, maybe a confession? Idk. Just the thought of Wednesday thrown off guard by quick response word vomit is funny to me

Wednesday Addams X Fem Reader

Now you may be surprised on why the Wednesday Addams has a crush but don’t worry she is surprised too and not in a good way…maybe? Now ever since coming to Nevermore you and grew close during her first time here and after coming back from break she started to see you more definitely now.

But it didn’t dawn on her that she liked you when she started wring a love interest for her character in her new novel, what was worse the character was just like you. Wednesday knows things but she doesn’t know if you like her back, what if you hate her? What if you don’t like girls? Those questions kept popping up in her head and with that it did things to yours twos relationship.

Now on your side you like Wednesday she was smart, talented, pretty, and many more. But you don’t know how but you and her started making snarky remarks about each other. You don’t know if it’s something that you did to her, you really hope not. But some remarks almost get a bit out of hand but you and her know each others boundaries.

But it all changed when you were hanging out with Enid but she remembered she left some of her stuff with Yoko so she left the room. As Enid left Wednesday came in and you both just locked eyes.

It was silent and both of were just confused till you spoke up, “Be honest with me Wednesday, Do you hate me?”, now Wednesday was token back by your straightforward question but without hesitation she answered “No”.

“Then why does it sound like we hate each other at times”, you walked over to Wednesday really wanting answers. “If I had hurt your feelings I would stop if you like” “No I’m not hurt just confused” “How are you confused”. “You’re probably gonna hate me after this but I got to get it out, Wednesday Addams I love you and I want to know that you atleast care about me”, you never fail to surprise Wednesday maybe that’s one of the main things she loves about you. “I…I like you too Y/n”, in that moment you both locked eyes like before and just in a quick motion you were both were already kissing but pulled away when you heard Enid coming over.

After hanging out with Enid and Wednesday you were ready to walk out till Wednesday asked to walk you back to your dorm. The walk was silent but it wasn’t awkward as you spoke up, “So should I call you my honey bunny or-“ “I would make sure you die and just to keep your heart as a memory of you” “okay but atleast in private can I call you my dove” “Later we will talk later”.

You smiled but got an idea as you both saw your room, “You could go back to your dorm but you know me I have no dorm mate and I really want to know more about you Wednesday” “Are you trying to beg me to stay Y/n” “It’s the weekend go get your stuff and I’ll get everything ready”. Wednesday nodded and was about to walk back for some of her stuff till you whispered called out “Bye my dove”.

What did Wednesday get herself into with you.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams x fem reader #wednesday x fem reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader #lesbians

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yourmomazfav · 6 months

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Watch A Movie With Me?

Wednesday Addams x gn reader

You had liked Wednesday for a achingly long time, so long that it was in fact starting to impact the lives of the people around you. The question of when you were going to tell her was asked more than the question 'When is it lunch time?'.

With it being Halloween soon you wanted to ask Wednesday to go to the movies with you, even though you had a feeling she would say no because, well.... she's Wednesday. Part of you also believed she wouldn't pass up the chance to watch and hear people howl and scream in fear.

So here you were, standing in front of the goth girl's dorm after being heavily (and forcefully) prompted by Enid, you were in full confidence that Wednesday was on her own in there, which would make things both easier and more difficult to tell her.

You bring your hand up and knock at the dense wooden door, an echo travelling through the halls and most likely on the other side of the door.

You hear some shuffling and then small begrudging footsteps getting closer to the door before it is swung open, the ravenette eyes you for a moment before raising a brow.

''Heyyyyyy Wedns, funny seeing you here.'' You awkwardly sway on your heels, keeping a hand behind your back as you were also bearing gifts.

''Why are you acting like so outlandish?'' Her cold voice rattles through your bones as you swallow before speaking again.

''I was just wondering if you by chance wanted to watch a movie with me, a horror of course. 'Cause y'know, you like that kind of stuff, blood, disembowelment, dismemberment, screaming. Plus I thought you might like watching and hearing people scream when they get scared, we can sit at the back and laugh at them, or in your case glare.'' You ramble on until you catch her eyes staring at your folded arm behind your back.

You then remember what you brought and swing your arm out from behind your back, a bouquet of Black Dahlias, dead roses and beheaded thorny stems. ''I got you these as well.''

Wednesday's eyes scan over your offering with intent as she steps forward to take them from you with careful hands. She then steps back into the room to tend to the flowers, leaving the door open for you to come in.

The goth continues to observe the flowers until she notices a shiny glint of something in the middle of the bouquet, you smile to yourself knowing exactly what it was.

Nimble fingers navigate past the thorns and delicate petals, touching a cold handle of a knife, she pulls the weapon out of the bouquet and stares at it with great interest.

The blade is incredibly sharp and curved slightly with another sharp point sticking out just beneath the first point. The handle was also made of steel but it was black and was the style of a Scorpions tail. Once Wednesday had processed it she turned back to face you, knife in hand.

''I thought you might like it, I couldn't stop thinking about when you told be about Nero so I wanted to make you something that would be a part of him you could take with you.'' You point to the knife as you speak.

''You made this?'' She seems in slight disbelief, why had you not ever mentioned you did things like this?.

You nod in response, still waiting to see if she truly likes it or not.

Wednesday places the bouquet and knife on her desk with care and turns back to you, a slight softened expression on her disposition.

''When is this movie?''

Dun Dun Duuuuuu

(Sorry it's short and a bit of a cliffhanger, I'm getting back into the swing of writing)

Part Two???

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unforgettwble-sumii · 1 year

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SOFT SPOT

[Wednesday Addams x Fem!reader oneshot]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine." she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a/n:

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

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

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

That's all, Thankyou <33

©unforgettwble-sumii's work. Pls do not repost, steal modify, or translate.

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eddieboi23 · 1 year

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Sticker

Wednesday, staring: You’re giving me ,a sticker?  Y/n: Not JUST a Sticker. a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”  Wednesday, with a disgusted look : I am not a preschooler.  Y/n: Fine, I’ll take it back-  Wednesday: I earned this, back off

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vioartemis · 6 months

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Friends? (Part 2)

(Wednesday Addams x fem! reader)

Summary: Your friendship with Wednesday takes another turn after one of your night visits doesn't go as planned. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 Warnings: erm blood, werewolf attack (not described) a/n: I guess a part 3 is going to be written (I wanted to try something longer but woah maybe it's a little too long) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

After that night, Wednesday and you started texting, mostly exchanging about poisonous plants and outcasts. Her texts were well written, good punctuation, good grammar… Really in her style.

The average person would probably not particularly appreciate the way she texts -and talks- but you knew she wasn’t just that. You knew she wasn’t just the cold goth girl without a heart everyone seemed to believe she was.

You loved her personality and enjoyed her company.

Hence why you spent most of your nights in her and Enid’s dorm, or sometimes in the Nightshade’s library when no one else was there. The books they had in there were just amazing. You spent hours reading them, utterly fascinated, with Wednesday sat at the opposite side of the room.

Despite all her efforts, the raven couldn’t seem to be able to concentrate on her own reading; her eyes were glued on you. She had never seen someone so passionate while reading.

The way you were biting your lip when reading, feeling the pages under your thumb, turning the pages carefully not to tear them…

Even though she had said she only tolerated your presence, Enid could see she was looking forward to your visits. The blonde knew her roommate liked you more than she wanted to admit.

One night Wednesday even took you to the greenhouse to show you some of the plants you told her you would love to see.

For the first time since she met Enid, she really enjoyed spending time with someone. You were interesting. Not glued to a phone 24/7, not hating on others because they’re different.

You were a normie, but an outcast amongst the normies. In a sense you were just like her.

This night was another night out for you. You were on your bike, on your way to Nevermore.

Wednesday was waiting for you in her dorm. She had something she wanted to show you, which she was sure you would like.

She turned to her roommate’s side, about to ask her something, only to find her side empty. The raven frowned.

“Thing, where’s Enid?”

Thing tapped on the desk.

The raven’s eyes widened slightly.

Wednesday rushed to her phone. She forgot the full moon. And even if the werewolves were supposed to be locked away during this night, but accidents happen -already happened before.

For the first time since she gave you her number, she called you. No answer. She tried again. Still nothing.

She swore under her breath, and tried again.

“Wednesday?”

“You have to go home.”

“What? Why? I didn’t even get to see y-”

“Y/n. Listen to me. It’s the full moon, it’s not safe.”

“I’m already under your balcony! I just can’t go bac- Wait, aren’t the werewolves supposed to be locked up?”

“Sometimes the cages break. I’m serious, Y/n. You have to-”

She could hear a growl on your side, and heavy breathing.

“Y/n? Y/n!”

She burst out of her dorm and ran to Yoko’s, hoping to find Divina or Bianca there. She banged on the door, still on the phone with you.

She heard you swear, then a noise she couldn’t identify, and the call ended.

“Wednesday-”

“Y/n’s in danger. I need your help. … Please.”

The three girls knew it wasn’t very Wednesday like to plead; the situation must be serious.

Wednesday explained the situation to the girls while they were going down to where you were. The raven hopped they wouldn’t find you. It would mean you were safe.

Sadly, a few meters away from the gate, an inanimate form drew her attention.

You were laying on the grass, blood all over you.

The raven was frozen in place. It reminded her of when she brought Enid to the Gate’s house the year prior. It reminded her when Eugene got attacked in the woods while she was at the Rave’N.

She was responsible. If you died she would be responsible. You would never get to finish your studies on outcasts. You would never get to experiment with Aconitum, or Nightshade, or every other plant you wanted to experiment on. Because of her.

“Wednesday!”

Bianca was holding her by her shoulders.

“She’s alive. But we have to do something quickly.”

The girls carried you to the botanical class. They didn’t have enough time to drive you to the hospital, they had to use what they had.

Bianca and Wednesday were looking through all the plants around them, trying to find the right ones to use, while Yoko and Divina stayed by your side, trying to stop the bleeding.

After what felt like an eternity to the raven, they finally found something that could work.

“Are you sure-”

“No. But that’s all that we have” Bianca said

They prepared the plants, so they had a liquid, before taking a nearby syringe. Once everything was ready, they went back to you.

“Do you want to do it?” the siren asked the raven

She didn’t answer, and just took the syringe. She took a deep breath, noticing her hands were slightly shaking, before injecting you the liquid. She looked at you, eyes full of worry.

It wasn’t 100% sure to work. But it had to. You just couldn’t die like that.

A minute passed. Nothing happened.

Wednesday took your hand in hers, holding it tightly.

“If you die, I will kill you.”

The other girls looked at each other, concerned.

“Wednesday…”

“No. She’s going to wake up. We just have to wait.”

She didn’t really know if she was trying to convince them, or herself.

You were part of her life now, she was used to talking to you every day, to seeing you almost every night… She couldn’t lose you. She liked you.

“Guys”

Wednesday’s eyes moved from your face to your wounds as Yoko pointed toward them. Your cuts were healing! The blood was like absorbed back by your body, leaving deep cuts and coagulated blood. You would have scars, but you were alive.

She let go of your hand to wipe some tears she hadn’t noticed had rolled down her cheeks.

“I’ll stitch her back up. … Thank you.”

The other girls gave the raven a little smile, relieved you were okay, and knowing how much it had cost Wednesday to ask for their help.

Thanks to the girls’ help, Wednesday could bring you back to her dorm and lay you on her bed.

While she was stitching you up, she couldn’t help but take a closer look at your wounds; she didn’t know exactly how the plants they used worked, but she was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to make the blood coagulate so fast. Maybe a sort of mutation happened.

Her pale hands were still tainted with your blood when you opened your eyes. You groaned as you tried to sit up, catching Wednesday’s attention.

“What are you doing?” she asked while she forced you to lay down as gently as she could “You’re hurt. Don’t move.”

She grabbed a bottle of pills and a glass of water, and brought them to you.

“Take that, it’s painkillers.”

You nodded and took the medicine with her help.

“… I’m sorry”

“What? Why?” you asked, surprised by her sudden apology

“I put you in danger, I’m sorry.”

She had learnt from her mistakes -from her fight with Enid after they got attacked at the Gate’s house. Even if she would never admit it, she didn’t want to lose you.

“It’s not your fault, I should have listened when you told me to go home…”

“… You shouldn’t stay close to me. All I ever do is destroy everything.”

You sat up, ignoring the pain, and grabbed her hand.

“That’s not true. Like I said, it’s not your fault. And I’m alive!” you looked directly in her dark eyes “I’m not leaving you. I like you. Maybe even a little more than I should…” your grip on her hand loosened a bit “Anyways, my point is I don’t want to stop spending time with you”

She felt her cheeks heat up a little at your words and at the look in your eyes. With Enid, you were the only one you ever fought to stay with her even though she pushed you away. Even though she put you in danger.

She liked you a lot, but it scared her; she wasn’t familiar with this feeling. Her only experience with love was what she saw with her parents -which she had always found disgusting. But maybe, maybe, with you it wouldn’t be disgusting. If you liked her back.

Because you said you liked her ‘more than you should’, but what did that mean exactly? It could mean a lot of things. And Wednesday didn’t feel like just asking you, it would be awkward.

But if you liked her back and she didn’t do anything there was a chance you’d fall in love with someone else, believing she didn’t like you. She did like you. And the thought of anyone else having you made her crazy.

You were still holding her hand. Your warmth was comforting.

She decided it was time to make a move and intertwined her fingers with yours.

Her action surprised you, to say the least. Your gaze was fixated on your linked hands, processing what just happened. After a second, you felt your cheeks burn.

“D-do you um… Do you want to go out with me someday…? Like for a coffee, or go to the library or anything else you’d like” you asked hesitantly

“Are you suggesting a date?”

Your cheeks heat up again at her words.

“Y-yeah… I mean if you want…”

Wednesday stayed silent for a second before cracking a little smile.

“I’ll pick you up at 4 tomorrow”

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love’s never been much to me (but i’ll come with you if you’re sure that’s what you need)

// wednesday hates the new girl. //

warnings: minor character death (not that important) wednesday being mean, wednesday being a jealous asshole, sensitive reader, crying, harsh words. angst but happy ending <3

when your parents first sent you and your sisters to a boarding school in vermont, you tried your hardest not to be upset about it. you understood your mothers death impacted your father in ways you couldn’t imagined. you were sure it impacted you in ways he could never fathom as well— but you couldn’t help but feel like an outcast on the first day. your older sister elise was fitting in great, as soon as she showed up. her high grades put her in honors classes, and her contagious smile along with that charming, intelligent intellect caused people to migrate to her quickly. your younger sister sabrina was no different, she was beautiful, and had the best style out of anyone you’ve ever met. it wasn’t hard for either for them to make friends.

you however, tugged at the longsleeves of your tight black cropped top, and you kept your eyes open and aware of your surroundings. everyone at the school looked like they were either rich, or smart as hell. “hey i really like your jeans.” a tall, dark haired brunette tells you as she approaches you. you smile, “thanks! i love your cardigan.” you compliment her, and she smiles back at you. “i’m yoko. i think your my new roommate.” she admits, and your eyes widen. “oh shit, seriously? i haven’t even gotten a chance to see my roommate yet. i just put my stuff on the empty bed… but the rooms nice. you’ve kept it clean!“ you begin to ramble, and yoko laughs. “you seem nice. i think we’re gonna get along great.” she proclaims, flashing you a grin.

yoko was your first friend at nevermore academy. she was bright, generous, gave great fashion advice, and was someone you knew you could trust right away. it didn’t take long for you both to become nearly inseparable. that’s when you begin getting close to enid, divina, and even bianca; some of yoko’s other close friends. you and enid have the most in common. you find yourself hanging out with the blonde whenever your roommate is busy with nightshade society. it isn’t until you and enid have plans for the mall one afternoon, that you end up in her room. that’s when you see her. wednesday addams. her long braided black hair, her long lashes, and that all black outfit. you had barely seen her in the halls, but had no classes with her at all.

“i hope you and your friend aren’t planning on staying here. i’m working on my novel.” wednesday states, barely looking up from her typewriter. you look at her with pure interest, “you’re a writer? what are you writing about?” you ask curiously, and she rolls her eyes. “things a peabrain like you wouldn’t understand.” she mutters, and you giggle at her cattiness. “ignore wednesday, she’s allergic to color and all things nice. let’s go y/n, the mall closes at 6 today.” enid says, as she grabs her coat. “okay! sabrina’s tagging along, she said she needs some new shoes.” you explain, and enid smiles, “that’s fine! i love her! i heard she has a crush on joey from physics.” enid admits, and you gag. “ew! he looks like one of those guys that doesn’t wash their ass.”

enid bursts into fits of laughter as you both make your way to the door, “bye wednesday, it was nice officially meeting you.” you wave at the raven haired girl, who doesn’t even spare you a glance. “i wish i could say the same.” she grumbles, and you can’t fight the smile that tugs on your lips as you and enid make your way out. as you two walk down the hall, and towards sabrina’s room, enid pipes up; “hey, don’t take anything wednesday says personally, she’s like that with everybody.” enid explains, and you shake your head. “oh it’s fine! she’s pretty cute.” you admit with a blush, and enid shakes her head in disbelief. “wednesday and cute don’t belong in the same category. maybe violent, or irritable; even sassy fits.” enid jokes and you laugh. “well, she’s still pretty. even if she doesn’t quite like me.” you say as you walk into your younger sisters room.

“who doesn’t like you?” sabrina asks, as she looks away from the mirror where she was fixing her make up in, and over to you and enid. “wednesday.” you say, and sabrina furrows her brows, “who?” she asks. “my roommate. she’s in our grade, super grumpy, wears all black.” enid explains bluntly as she takes a seat on sabrina’s bed. “is she short?” sabrina asks and enid nods eagerly. “yup that’s her!” the blonde exclaims. “oh god, y/n/n, you like her? she’s emo.” sabrina points out, and you pout, “what’s wrong with that?!! she’s totally cute!” you declare, and enid flashes you a pointed look. “and totally hates you.” she reminds you, and you blush sheepishly. “hate and love are two very similar things.” you joke causing enid to groan and throw a pillow your way.

you start seeing wednesday a lot more after that. you always go out of your way to say hi to her, or even talk to her. even though she never seems excited to talk to you, she doesn’t ignore you, and you take that as a good sign. sabrina and you have always been the closest out of your siblings; she was only a year younger than you, yet you two were more like best friends than sisters. that’s exactly why she’s the first person you confess to about having a crush on wednesday.

“you can’t be serious, y/n/n. she hates your guts!” sabrina points out as you two eat lunch under the old oak tree. you had just admitted it to her, and the brunette was staring at you as if you had three heads. “i know! but she’s so hot! and have you heard her voice? ugh… i got it bad, the other day i asked her if she came her often… to school!!” you groan, and she shakes her head, chuckling softly. “damn… i for sure would have thought you would’ve fell for yoko… or even enid. but wednesday? seriously? have you guys even had an actual conversation that didn’t involve you trying to awkwardly flirt with her?” sabrina asks, and you nod.

“i was talking to her about her novel the other day… she’s a smart ass, but she’s definitely smart. like probably smarter than elise.” you admit, and sabrina laughs. “damn, maybe you should ask elise how to tutor you in the art of being a bitch.” she jokes, and you giggle. “maybe. she’s definitely too busy with jake. have you seen the way she gets when he texts her?” you inquire as you eat a cookie off your sisters tray. “yeah, it’s disgusting.” the younger girl says after rolling her eyes. “she still hasn’t talked to me because i stained her flannel. i got her a new one and said i was sorry!” sabrina exclaims, and you laugh. “she’s taking it personal. you’re gonna have to gravel. or just buy her food after her debate club. she’s always hungry after arguing.” you retort, taking a sip of your chocolate milk.

“ugh, she was made for debate. i’m thinking about joining the soccer team.” she reveals, and your eyes widen. “awww that would be awesome! you’d be great!” you say honestly, and she flashes you a smile. “thanks y/n/n.” she says softly as she finishes her sandwich. “hey that reminds me! my friend xavier was saying something about a book club on thursday’s at the library. you should check it out!” she says as she opens her backpack and pulls out a flyer. she hands it to you, and you take it, skimming over it. your eyebrows raise slightly, “huh, i actually think i’m gonna check it out. i need new book ideas. i’m tired of re-reading ‘black house’.” you tell her and she beams. “i thought of you as soon as he showed me the flyer!“

unbeknownst to you and sabrina, wednesday also received the same flyer from xavier. that’s how the two of you both ended up in the library on tuesday. you’re a bit early, and so is she, along with a few other students. you take a seat right beside her, and she glances at you. “are you lost? this isn’t the romance novel book club. they meet on tuesday’s.” she cattily remarks, and you chuckle. “i didn’t even know they had a club for that.” you admit, ignoring her comment. wednesday can’t help but continuously glance at you; you’re wearing baggy jeans, a tight fitted top, along with a pair of gray converse. wednesday is wearing an oversized black knitted sweater, fishnets, and a pair of black doc marten boots. her hair is braided and she looks gorgeous as ever.

“i actually don’t enjoy romance novels. it makes me feel like i’m reading really cheesy fanfics. my little sister gave me the flyer for this club. i need new book recommendations.” you say simply, and wednesday purses her lips, “this is a book club for thriller and horror novels.” she points out, and you nod. “i know. i read the flyer, addams.” you joke, and she looks at you. “what’s your favorite book?” she asks, and you blush sheepishly as you reach into your bag and pull out your old copy of ‘black house’ by stephen king. “i know it’s a bit basic but he really does have wonderful novels. i really enjoyed ‘she’s gone’ by david bell as well. the ending was a plot twist. poor girl.” you ramble slightly, and you blush as you realize she’s staring at you. you tuck a strand of curly hair behind your ear, your eyes meet hers, “what’s your favorite book, wednesday?” you ask her, sounding genuinely curious.

“the original frankenstein book is unmatched. but i suppose the haunting of hill house is good as well.” she answers curtly and you smile at her as she avoids your sweet gaze. “i too carry a copy of frankenstein around because it’s my favorite.” she confesses, making you grin. “you’ll have to lend it to me sometime. if that’s okay of course.” you say so gently she nearly grimaces at how soft your voice is. she reaches into her backpack, and pulls out the old copy, before handing it to you. you reach for it, but she pulls it away abruptly. “black house. i’d like to read it.” she declares, taking you by slight surprise. you nod vigorously, “sure! here!” you say happily, as you shove the copy of your favorite book into her free hand. you gladly take the original ‘frankenstein’ copy, and flash her a smile that makes her nauseous.

“hello everyone. i see we have quite a few eager readers. i’ve picked out a few good reads, and we’ll all have a vote on which one you all wanna read this week.” one of the teachers you hardly know interrupts your moment with wednesday, as she sits down in front of the group. wednesday doesn’t say a word to you during the rest of the session. though, she cannot seem to stop thinking about you as she reads ‘black house’. the little side notes you wrote— the highlighted parts you thought were important. she finds herself enjoying the book, and she can’t believe someone like you actually has good taste. perhaps wednesday misjudged you.

she’s pulled out of her thoughts one evening by your giggling. you’re laughing at something sabrina and her friends were saying. that’s when wednesday sees you take a hit of one of their wax pens, blowing the smoke in your younger sisters face, and giggling wildly. she shakes her head, prying her eyes away from you. nope. you’re still an idiot, she thinks. an idiot who seems to be interested in good books. but that’s your only redeeming quality in wednesday’s opinion.

“hey wednesday, are you enjoying the book?“ you ask as you approach the raven haired girl. wednesday looks over at where you were just sitting with your group of annoying friends and little sister. they seemed to have scattered, and she hadn’t even noticed you making your way up to her. “it’s not terrible. i truly enjoy the way he doesn’t shy away from the gruesome details and thoughts.” she explains, and you nod in agreement as you sit next to her. she doesn’t tell you to get lost even though she should. your girly perfume fills her senses, and she sticks her nose in the air as she looks away from you. “yeah, stephen king is already not afraid to cross any lines, but peter straub is totally fucked in the head. i like it.” you confess in a dorky way that makes wednesday turn her head and stare at you for a second.

“what?“ you ask curiously, wondering what she was staring at. “how did i never notice how much of a dork you are?” she asks, and you roll your eyes, blushing deeply— you pull your knees up to your chest, and you stare at your shoes. “maybe because you’ve never bothered to get to know me.” you joke, before looking at her. the sunlight is hitting your hair, and the way your bangs falls just above your eyelashes— wednesday never noticed how brown your eyes are. they change in the sun and she’s never noticed that about anyone. “well, you are insufferable… but i suppose i don’t mind speaking to you.” wednesday mutters, and you smile widely. there’s that nauseating feeling again. she wants to kiss wipe that smile right off your face.

“oh! i finished frankenstein! it was so fucking good but so fucking sad— i almost don’t want to read ‘black phone’. i know i’m gonna end up crying again.” you admit, and wednesday shakes her head. “you cried? i understand frankenstein is tragic, but crying is a bit dramatic don’t you think?” she asks, and you shrug. “i’m a sensitive person. here’s your book, thanks for lending it to me. if you have any other book recommendations i’d really appreciate them.” you confess shyly, and wednesday takes note of the rosy pink blush coating your cheeks and nose. she doesn’t understand why you’re so adamant on getting to know her and talk to her. shouldn’t she have scared you off by now like she usually does with everyone else?

“thomas harris. silence of the lambs. i have a copy in my room, i’ll lend it to you tomorrow.” she states, and you smile widely. god she wishes you’d stop doing that.

wednesday begins to notice everything you do. the way you laugh, or mess with the holes in your jeans when you’re bored. you heart your ‘i’s’, and chew on your bottom lip when you’re nervous. you’re kind to everyone, and she hasn’t encountered a single person who has spoken badly about you. wednesday finds herself at a loss because she actually wants to talk to you, but she realizes she never wants to talk to anyone. she can’t for the life of her figure out what’s so different about you. or how she went from hating you, to thinking about you nearly every hour of the day. she even catches herself thinking about your giggle in the middle of class.

in december wednesday finds you sitting alone in the garden; a spot she enjoyed coming to be alone. just when she was about to tell you to get lost, she got closer, and heard the sniffling. “y/n?” wednesday’s voice causes you to jump a bit. you weren’t expecting anyone to be here and see you like this. you look up at her; those bambi eyes are red and full of tears, and your cheeks were stained, as if you had been crying for awhile now. wednesday forgets who she is and immediately feels concern wash over her. did somebody make you cry? was she going to have to commit murder? “what happened?“ she asks demandingly, before she takes a seat on the bench beside you. “i-it’s my moms birthday today…” you trail off, trying to hold back tears but failing miserably. “oh. did you call her?“ wednesday questions, and you shake your head, “she— she p-passed away last year.” you explain, and wednesday looks at you intensely.

“i’m sorry.” she sounds sincere, and it takes you by surprise as you stare at her with those vulnerable eyes. “she probably misses you as much as you miss her.” wednesday adds, and you feel your heart flutter in your chest. “y-you’re sweet. thanks for sitting with me.” you thank her gently, and she responds with an eye roll, “i’m not sweet, and if you tell anyone i sat with you, i’ll cut all your pretty hair off.” she threatens, and you sniffle as you blush, an inevitable smile creeping onto your face. “you think my hair is pretty?“ you ask, and for the first time since you met wednesday addams, the heat rises to her cheeks causing them to turn a shade of crimson red. “shut up, y/n.” she says warningly, shooting a murderous look your way. instead of lookinh terrified like anyone else would, you stare at her with an expression of pure adoration.

things change after your encounter with wednesday in the garden. you catch her staring more than she normally would, and whenever you approach her, you notice she doesn’t seem as annoyed as she used to. sure, she’s still as grumpy as ever, but your presence didn’t annoy her anymore, and that was strange. she normally gets irritated with everyone, but you somehow have become an exception. wednesday was not only okay with you coming up to her and talking her ear off, she was also looking forward to it. thoughts of you and even your voice would plague her mind. she thought of you before she fell asleep, and as soon as she awoke, there you were on her mind like clockwork.

it isn’t until wednesday sees you talking to aaron from botany, he seems to be staring at you with a glint in his eyes. you’re smiling at him in that way that always makes wednesday’s stomach flutter. but you’re directing it at him instead, and that nauseating feeling she usually gets, turns into a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. suddenly she has never hated anyone more than aaron jeffery. she glares at him; she’s certain if he notices he’ll probably shit himself. but he doesn’t notice; you do. you turn your head, and your eyes lock with wednesday’s tenebrous orbs. you light up at the sight of her, and now your smile is directed at her. you wave cutely, “hey wednesday!” you greet her from across the courtyard before looking at aaron. “i’ll see you next period!” you exclaim, and he nods with a smile as you rush over to the raven haired girl.

“hi.” you giggle as you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. wednesday tenses up, “hi. what were you talking to jeffery’s about?” she asks, trying to sound as uninterested as possible. “we got assigned to be partners earlier this year in botany class, and we just sort of became friends that way.” you shrug, and wednesday has an uncomfortable knot in her stomach. “oh.” is all the shorter girl responds with, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. “is there a problem between you and aaron? like some sort of secret beef i don’t know about?” you ask half jokingly, and she shakes her head. “i don’t like him.” wednesday answers quickly. “he stares at you like he’s never seen a girl in his sorry little life. don’t get me started on the way he dresses.” wednesday rants a bit, and all of your confusion seems to dissipate as a wave of realization washes over you. wednesday addams is jealous of aaron, because she thinks he likes you.

“but aaron is crushing on stacey mathew’s.” you remind her and wednesday scowls. “i don’t care. since when does that stop boys?” she mutters, and you tilt your head to the side, like a confused puppy. “wen… are you jealous of him?” you ask her, and the way you’re smirking makes her shoot a murderous glare your way. she’s not an idiot. she’s completely aware she’s jealous of that tall boy and his kind smile that wednesday doesn’t have. but to admit she’s envious of him, would be to admit how she feels about you. wednesday would rather die before admitting that your voice is something she looks forward to hearing every single day. or even how every time she reads a stephen king book she thinks of you.

“jealousy is a feeling, y/n, and we both know i don’t do feelings.” she declares trying to sound serious. you raise your eyebrows, “then you wouldn’t care if i said he was cute?” you question, clearly just trying to get a rise out of her, and it obviously works because she glares at you. “he looks like a burnt chicken.” she hisses, and you giggle wildly. “no feelings my ass.” you retort sarcastically, and the raven haired girls expression stays firm. “i don’t have feelings, y/n! much less any regarding you and that fried roach.” she snaps in that usually harsh tone she always saves for other people, and never you. yet today her stare is harsh and it’s directed towards you. the trace of softness you usually see in her big brown-black orbs is gone; instead there’s something inscrutable in her gaze and you can’t quite figure out what it is.

you frown, “no feelings regarding me at all? is that your polite way of saying you don’t care about me whatsoever?” you ask uncertainly, and she rolls her eyes. “i don’t care about anybody. everybody at this school is a dimwitted, supernatural moron with no concept of reality or the real world. if that bothers you, maybe you should just go run along and follow aaron jeffery around everywhere like a lost, pathetic puppy. the same way you follow me around.” her tone is so cold, and so unlike whenever she speaks to you. she sounds the same way as when you first met her. you blink a few times, and then, something terrible happens to wednesday. not the good kind of terrible that she loves— no, the terrible that makes her stomach twist and churn… your bottom lip begins to tremble and the heart she’s been so intent on hiding from everyone, falls into the pit of her belly.

tears well up in your eyes, and suddenly she’s replaying every cruel word she just said. they were all because you were right. she was jealous of aaron. “you could’ve just said you didn’t want to hang out with me. or that you don’t like me… you don’t have to be so cruel just because you know how i feel about you.” you manage to say while your voice shakes and wednesday can see the look of hurt in those chocolate brown eyes. you turn around and rush off, leaving wednesday alone with her thoughts and unwanted emotions. that interaction hadn’t gone as she planned, but what could she do about it? chase you and beg for forgiveness? admit that what you said was not only true but spot on? she was jealous, and she did know about the way you feel about her. though you weren’t aware of what she was feeling for you. the more she got to know you, the more she realized she liked. even the things she was supposed to hate, she found made those dead butterflies in her stomach resurrect and flutter around with pure life.

she found herself having to pretend to dislike your presence, but it seemed as though you could see right through wednesday and her grumpiness. you even dealt with it just to hang out with her. though, there were undoubtable moments where you just knew wednesday returned all those feelings she claimed she didn’t have. you would ramble on and on about a book or show, and when you’d look up her eyes would be on you, taking in every word. even when she wasn’t looking at you, she was listening. you knew because she remembered every detail, down to the silliest thing. though it was never silly to you, it always made your heart skip a beat. almost everything wednesday did for you, made your heart rate pick up. you noticed everything when it came down to her; the way her gaze would soften up whenever looking at you, or how she let you hug her and hold her hand.

yet, wednesday’s words sounded so serious and cold. you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, wednesday addams has hated you this whole time. maybe everything was in your head, and she really didn’t like you or anyone else at this school for that matter. maybe wednesday really was as heartless as she claims to be… but you don’t believe that. you can’t. there’s too many things she does that prove her wrong, yet if you ever called her out on them, she would most likely deny everything. if she didn’t want to like you, wasn’t that just as bad as not liking you? she knew she liked you, and she still didn’t want you. that hurt you more than anything else regarding your love life has.

when enid sees you crying she rushes in your direction, excusing herself from ajax and their mutual friends as she follows you towards your dorm. “y/n, what happened!?” she asks in pure concern as she follows you into yours and yoko’s shared bedroom. “did— did wednesday make you cry?” she asks cautiously, and you sniffle, nodding. enid feels a wave of nerves hit her. if wednesday was in a bad enough to mood to snap at you, maybe that meant everyone should stay clear from her today. there’s no telling what she’d do to people she actually hated. “what happened? did she say something to you?” the blonde asks patiently, and you look down at your converse. “dimwitted, supernatural moron… and a pathetic puppy. that’s what she thinks of me.” you whisper, and enid frowns.

“you’re none of those things, y/n. you’re a great friend and i know wednesday didn’t mean what she said. she’s just a grump.” enid points out and you shake your head. “i think she did, enid. i can’t keep trying so hard for her to like me. i should’ve taken the hint a long time ago and just left her alone.” you mutter, looking up and meeting enid’s eyes. her eyes are empathetic and sincere, “no, y/n, wednesday loves you! she just doesn’t want to admit it! she’s changed since she started hanging around you… she’s been nicer in her own little wednesday way. there’s less threats, and hate towards color or people. it’s because of you.” she insists, and you look at your fingers that you’re playing with nervously.

“i’ve seen the change, but until she apologizes or tells me how she feels herself, i think it’s best to keep my distance from wednesday…” you trail off, and enid can see the words hurt you to say. she frowns, but nods, “i understand and respect your decision, even it means i will have to deal with a very grumpy wednesday.” she murmurs and you flash her a sad smile. “sorry, enid…” you trail off, you thoughts immediate going to the raven haired girl you’re so helplessly in love with.

wednesday notices the change right away. it’s been a week since she said those mean things to you, and she couldn’t stop thinking about you. wednesday went from being the only person you’d seek out to talk to, to being the only person you’re avoiding. she feels like she’s been hit with the plague, because you won’t even look at her anymore. it drives her crazy when sees you and you don’t light up the way you used to, or even smile in her direction. she never thought silence (one of her favorite things), would drive her this mad when it was coming from you. she hated to admit she missed your voice, and all the things she thought she hated about you… like the way you talk too much, and practically shower in that girly perfume that tickles wednesday’s senses in the worst way. when she smells it in the halls her belly burns.

“she’s been miserable without you.” enid cuts into wednesday’s thoughts one lunch period, as she notices her roommate staring at you from the other side of cafeteria. you were sitting with elise and her friends today, looking absolutely miserable. it was no secret your older sister often was one of your biggest bullies, though it came from a place of love, the things she said still affected you. much like wednesday, she said things bluntly and honestly, not caring if she hurt anyones feelings. “she’s the one that decided to stop sitting here.” wednesday says back, her tone harsh and abrasive. enid rolls her eyes, “because you called her a dimwitted, supernatural moron, wednesday!” enid points out, causing everyone at the table to look at the two.

wednesday shoots daggers at the blonde, “i said it in regards towards everyone at this school!” wednesday hisses, and enid shakes her head in dismay. “it’s the same thing. not to mention you called her a ‘pathetic puppy’, don’t you have any idea how much your words hurt? especially to someone who has feelings for you.” she states sternly, and the raven haired girls careless expression falters. a trickle of silence passes, and wednesday speaks. “i didn’t mean it.” the shorter girl mutters, and enid raises a brow as she reaches for her fruit cup. “then why did you say it?“ the werewolf questions curiously, causing the short girl sitting beside her to sigh in frustration.

“because she was gushing over aaron jeffery!” wednesday snaps and enid raises both of her eyebrows in amusement. “and why did that bother you? i thought you and y/n were just friends; didn’t you say you hated the idea of love and romance because of your parents?” enid inquires, and wednesday grips the edge of the table so tightly her knuckles change in color. “this isn’t romance or love, i merely believe that y/n can do better than someone like that gross ogre.” she declares simply, and enid smirks, clearly not believing wednesday. “she can do better? as in someone like you?” enid asks with a shit-eating grin on her face, and wednesday glowers at her roommate.

“you may be my roommate, but i wouldn’t think twice about ripping your tongue out with my bare hands.” wednesday threatens the blonde, causing enid to giggle. “oh my god! you really do have feelings for y/n!” enid whisper/yells excitedly. “you have to tell her!” she exclaims, and wednesday keeps a straight face as she looks back down at her open book, deciding to simply ignore enid’s presence. “i mean, sure, you may have royally messed up by saying those things to the only person who’s genuinely not afraid of you, but she’s a sweetie. she’ll understand if you just tell her you were jealous.” enid rambles, and wednesday snaps her book shut, glaring at the blonde.

“call her a ‘sweetie’ again and i really will rip your tongue out.” she hisses as she stands up and walks out of cafeteria. enid gulps, and she looks over at you who’s watching wednesday walk away. wednesday’s head is plagued by thoughts of you. she goes to her room and tries to work on her novel, but she can’t concentrate long enough to get anything done. her homework got done later than usual because of how much she’s thinking about you. the raven haired girl sighs in frustration as she looks over at thing who’s sitting on the corner of her desk.

“i messed up.” she says aloud, making thing perk up at the sound of her voice. he makes his way towards her, and she looks at him with eyes of vulnerability. she’d never let anyone see her like this, but thinking about you and your face of hurt makes her feel enormously guilty. “what did you do?” thing taps, and wednesday purses her lips. “i… god this is embarrassing… i was jealous of aaron jeffery.” she says his name with disdain, curling her upper lip in disgust. “i know, i know. why should i, a superb young woman, who is by far the most amazing person at this awful place, be jealous of a burnt chicken like him? well, because y/n thinks he’s cute. can you believe that? she thinks he’s cute.” thing is silent while wednesday rants, finally allowing all of her feelings to come seeping out in her rushed words. “what was i supposed to tell her? that i think she has the most soul crushing smile on the planet and i would die to see it over and over again? that when she smiled at him it made me want to add him to the list of murders? she makes me sick every time she looks at me, like there’s a bunch of moths in my stomach that are about to fly out of my mouth. i can’t tell her any of that.” wednesday hisses, and thing taps, “you are in love.”

wednesday viscously glares at thing, “love is for morons!” she snaps, “you are a moron.” thing taps back, and wednesday goes silent. “yes. i suppose i am. i mean, i did let her get a way.” she whispers, and thing taps again. “talk to her. say sorry.” he insists, and wednesday purses her lips. “i’m not saying i’m going to, but hypothetically if i were to apologize, how would i do that?” she inquires curiously.

you rub your temples tiredly after you finish revising your essay for botany class. you had been doing homework all evening and were finally done. though, your homework was slightly prolonged due to the way your thoughts would trail off towards a certainly pig tailed addams. you would think about the way her eyes would pour into you, or the way her lips would twitch into the faintest of smiles as she would listen to you go on and on. yet, you can’t help but think about what she said. truthfully, you wouldn’t be so angry if she’d just apologize. sure, the words hurt, but you’d forgive her if she just said she’s sorry.

but she hasn’t even tried to speak to you, and that’s what hurts the worst.

*knock, knock*

the light knocks on your door cause your head to snap in its direction. an envelope flies under your door, and you furrow your eyebrows as you stand up and make your way towards it. you pick it up, your name is written on it and you recognize that handwriting anywhere. wednesday. you open the door, but there’s no one there; you can see thing thumping down the hall towards wednesday’s room. you can’t fight the smile that tugs at your lips as you open the envelope, and pull out the letter inside.

“y/n,

please excuse how late this is. i understand if you don’t read this, but if you do, would you do me the favor of coming to my room whenever you can? i wish to say a few things to you in regards of our last conversation. if you don’t come, that’s alright too. i’m deeply sorry for what i said. you were right, and i was jealous. you aren’t a moron, or pathetic. you aren’t like anyone at this school. — w.a”

your heart flutters in your chest as you read the letter. wednesday wants to apologize? was this some kind of trap to hurt your feelings again? you chuckle at the absurdity of this, but you can’t help but feel your cheeks heating up at the sincerity of the letter. you take a step out of your room, and close the door behind you. you hold the letter in your hand the entire way to wednesday’s room. when you knock the door flies open, and there’s wednesday standing in front of you with an unrecognizable look on her face. “you came.” she states observantly, had she really thought you wouldn’t? you were crazy about her after all. “you asked me to.” you respond softly, and there are those butterflies in her belly again

“i didn’t mean what i said. i’m sorry i hurt you.” she says, and her usual monotone is laced with vulnerability. your eyes often as you pull her in for a tight hug, “oh wednesday.” you gush as you squeeze her tightly, and she feels a wave of heat wash over her. she immediately feels okay as soon as you embrace her. “do you… forgive me?” the raven haired girl asks carefully, and you pull away, nodding eagerly. “of course! i… i guess a part of me knew you didn’t mean it. i know you’re not good with feelings, and that’s why i try my hardest to understand your reactions to everything i do. but i really hope from now on, you try your hardest to understand my feelings as well.” you explain timidly and she reaches for one of your hands cautiously. you gladly accept and interlock your fingers with hers.

“i promise i’ll do better. i’m barely starting to understand my own feelings for you, and they’re a bit overwhelming.” wednesday reveals, causing you to blush. “well, if you ever need help sorting them out, you know i’m here right?” you ask, and she looks at her for a moment. thing taps on the desk, “invite her in, moron!” and wednesday blinks as the back of her neck gets coated with a crimson blush. “would you like to come in right now and help me sort through them?” the goth asks smoothly, and now it’s your turn to blush. “i would like that.” you respond and she lights up as she steps aside, allowing you entrance into her shared bedroom. a wave of relief hits her, as she realizes you’re back and she doesn’t want to ever lose you again. that’s when wednesday realizes she may be in love with you, and that terrifies her.

though, losing you terrifies her even more… so if making you hers and keeping you by her side forever is what you need, then she’ll be content with doing so.

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a/n: this was my first fic on here!! i’ve never seen the netflix series so excuse me if i get anything wrong, i’m just crushing sooo hard on jenna ortega rn 😂

#wednsday addams #wednesday addams x fem reader angst #wednesday addams x fem reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x you #lgbtq #this is my first post #be kind #lesbian fanfic

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Only You

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!Reader

Requested: Yes/No ~ request @perfectartisanwerewolf

Summary: After Jenna overhears a conversation suggesting that Percy has a crush on her new girlfriend Y/n, her insecurities get the better of her, before Emma lends a helping hand. ~ Word Count: 3.092k ~ Warnings: one swear word otherwise nothing

A/N: HI!!!! my god writing again actually feels amazing it's not even funny. It feels so goddamn good to be back so I hope you guys enjoy this one <3

"Uno!", you slam your second last card down in triumph, slumping back into the couch with a smug smirk as an array of complaints and groans from your costars fill your ears. "How are you on uno already!?" Emma laughs in disbelief, looking at you as you shrug your shoulders.

It had become almost routine for everyone to hangout after a hard week of filming, often choosing to play uno in one of your apartments. In that time, you had established yourself as practically unbeatable at the game, only ever being beaten once by Jenna - and despite claiming that you let her win she will never let you live it down.

"She's just amazing, like she is at everything." Percy chimes in, looking at you with a small, almost suggestive smile. You give him a quick smile in return as you feel someone shift next to you, causing your head to turn, your eyes landing on your girlfriend. Cuddled into the side of the couch and staring blankly at the pile of cards in the middle of the table, the warm smile that typically adorned Jenna's features had disappeared - her current expression mirroring Wednesday's iconic deadpan.

You and Jenna had only officially been together for about a month now, and the cast were none the wiser - or at least most of them (Emma had her suspicions). Despite the cast being so tight-knit, you wanted to wait to share the news so you were able to just enjoy 'the honeymoon phase' of your relationship without any prying eyes.

That being said, a definite downside was that both of you were overly cautious about displays of affection in front of the others, so as you watched Jenna shift uncomfortably, you fought the urge to touch her, hold her hand, or pull her into a hug.

Deciding to gently nudge her with your arm, her eyes meet yours as you tilt your head in question, sending her a silent 'are you okay?'. Her lips quirk into a small smile as she returns a small nod, a reassurance most people would believe but one that you saw right through, noticing the somber and hesitant look in her eyes.

Your questioning eyes remain on her side profile as she turns away from you, returning her focus to the game you had almost completely forgotten about. You knew something was bothering her, but you were unsure as to what. 'She's just had a long week' is what you told yourself, your worried eyes still glued on your girlfriends figure.

"Ow!" you grunted as you received an elbow in your side from Emma, your trance broken as you shifted your gaze to the other girl sitting next to you. "It's your turn" she laughed at you as you muttered a meek "sorry", turning towards the table.

"A plus four are you kidding me y/n?! ugh I give up." Emma groaned as you placed down your final card with a small chuckle. There was a mix of groans and laughs around the group before, once again, Percy spoke up.

"See I told you, she's amazing"

It had been a long night.

What started as a typical games night among the cast had turned into pure torture for Jenna - and unfortunately she didn't enjoy it as Wednesday did. For you and Jenna, being each other's girlfriends was still fresh, the two of you still solidifying your relationship as not only friends, but lovers. So having to watch Percy shamelessly flirt with you all night had her heart aching beyond belief.

It wasn't jealously she felt (ok maybe she felt a little bit), it was more just pure insecurity. She trusted you. Of course she did. But she couldn't help but feel like she wasn't good enough for you.

You were so infuriatingly perfect.

Everything about you was perfect. Your smile, your laugh, your warmth - and not to mention you are disturbingly good at Uno. But as lucky as that makes her, it also means that everyone else sees how amazing you are. Without people knowing about your relationship, Jenna felt as though you could easily be ripped from beneath her, leaving her on her own as you inevitably find someone who is better for you than she could ever be.

So as she walked towards your trailer, her insecurities plaguing her thoughts, she takes deep breaths as she rehearses how she's going to ask you to tell your friends about your relationship. She understood it was a big step, and there was still a part of her that didn't want to tell anybody, to keep you all to herself, but if it would make her feel better, she knew she had to ask.

Walking through the cast's trailers, passing by Emma's, Joy's, and even Percy's, all she wanted was to see you again, to hug you again, to kiss you again.

Her journey to your trailer was a short one, just having to walk past a few of your other costars trailers in order to get there. She had been craving intimacy with you all day. All she wanted to do was to hug you and to kiss you.

Her steps, however, were halted when she heard a particularly loud conversation coming from inside one of the trailers.

Percy’s trailer.

She wasn't typically one to eavesdrop, but in her current state, her curiosity got the better of her. She just couldn't help herself. She took a slow step closer to said trailer, her eyes scanning her surrounding to check that no one saw her rather suspicious position before listening in.

"Dude she totally likes you! it's obvious" a male voice spoke, possibly Georgie but she wasn't sure. "See I thought so too! she's been giving me all these signals lately I just don't know when to make my move." Another male voice replied, one which Jenna quickly recognised as Percy's.

Her heart simultaneously swelled and sunk, the thought of Percy possibly liking someone else filled her heart with hope that maybe she could keep her own little world with you for just a little longer. To be able to keep her love for you private, something she treasured with all of her close relationships. Just the thought of that chance had a small smile creeping its way onto her lips.

"Y/n totally likes you dude. Make your move, don't be a pussy."

Her world had come crashing down, the rest of the conversation falling on deaf ears. Her breath had caught in her throat as the world started to spin and her heart sunk with her smile quickly dropping. Her eyes blurred with unshed tears as she frantically looked around, needing to get away from this conversation as fast as physically possible. Her quick steps eventually take her in the opposite direction of your trailer, unable to face you after what she just heard.

Did you like him back?

Did your relationship mean nothing to you?

Was it all fake?

Her mind was moving just as fast as her feet, putting as much distance between you and her as she possibly could. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she had lost track of where she was going, that was until she bumped into something.

Her head rapidly turned in the direction of her obstacle, not knowing what she was going to be met with but knowing that whatever it was was stopping her from running away, so she wasn't happy about it. What she definitely didn't expect was for her eyes to be met with Emma's confused expression.

Her rapid breathes began to ease as Emma firmly gripped her shoulders, scanning her face, which, unbeknownst to Jenna, had fresh tear tracks running down her cheeks with tears consistently falling.

"Jenna oh my god. Are you ok? what's wrong?"

Unable to find the words, Jenna responds with a rapid shake of her head as her warm tears continue to roll down her cheeks. Emma says nothing else as she grabs Jenna's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, before dragging her towards her trailer.

Once inside, Emma quickly closes the door before bringing Jenna into a crushing hug. Jenna gripped onto her shirt as if she would float away if she had let go. Her tears began to pool on Emma's shoulder as she gently rubs Jenna's back, allowing her to sob quietly for as long as she was able to.

With her cries finally ceasing, Emma pulled away slightly and pulled Jenna over to the couch, softly placing her down before taking a seat next to her. Jenna's face was bright red, her eyes bloodshot as she remained silent and still, now only sniffling and hastily wiping away her tears.

"Is this about y/n?"

Jenna's head whipped towards Emma's voice with furrowed brows, a new wave of tears pooling in her eyes at the mention of your name. "How... how did you know?" she brokenly whispered, her heart once again pounding in shock.

"Oh come on Jenna." she smiled softly, tilting her head as she gives her best friend a knowing look. "I know both of you better than anyone. Did you really think I wouldn't notice." she lightheartedly chuckles at Jenna's shocked expression.

Jenna just sits there, mouth agape as she is unable to comprehend what she has just heard - and here she thought you were both subtle. Broken out of her trance by Emma's hand slipping into hers, she felt a stray tear roll down her cheek as Emma squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" she asked gently, not wanting to pry or make Jenna uncomfortable. Sucking in a breath, she exhaled shakily as she felt the familiar burn of tears resurface.

"Last night... Percy was flirting with her and she seemed so unbothered that... I don't know it just made me feel so... insecure? I guess" Emma nodded in response as Jenna continued. "And then today...I-I overhead Percy talking to Georgie in his trailer and-and they were talking about how 'y/n definitely likes him back' and how he should 'make a move'."

With tears now streaming down her face, Jenna struggled to find the words to describe how she felt. The pure heartache that she was experiencing was something she had never felt before. She could feel her heart slowly breaking with each word she spoke, painfully reliving the events she had desperately tried to run away from.

"A-and now I'm questioning everything. We've only been d-dating for a month a-and... I don't know, what if she doesn't like me anymore... w-what if she really does like him back." Before she could continue rambling, Emma interrupted her, "Hey, hey, look at me."

Jenna's broken eyes meet Emma's as she gave her a sympathetic smile. "Look... I may not know a lot about this kinda stuff, but one thing I do know is that y/n loves you. Every time she looks at you she gives you literal heart eyes, every time she walks into a room, she doesn't care who else is in there, she goes straight to you. She's a love sick puppy if I've ever seen one."

"Really?" "Yes really!" A small smile had spread its way onto Jenna's lips at the thought. She really hoped that what Emma was saying was true because she would be lying if she said she wasn't head-over-heels in love with you too. "As for Percy, he's just an idiot with a blind hype-man." This caused Jenna to chuckle, the seed of doubt that was previously growing in her mind slowly but surely dying.

"How about this. To prove it to you, how about I invite everyone over to mine when we've all wrapped tonight and you can see for yourself?" At Emma's suggestion, Jenna nodded enthusiastically, thrilled by the idea of possibly destroying all remnants of doubt left.

Entering Emma's apartment, soft music playing over loud speakers as everyone was gathered around her living room, you were the last one to arrive which wasn't uncommon for you. You greeted everyone as they noticed your arrival, making an immediate beeline for an empty spot next to Jenna on the couch.

Percy, who seemed to have a new air of confidence, threw a comment your way as soon as you were in his line of sight. "There she is! My favourite girl is finally here!" You inwardly winced when you heard what he said, choosing to focus on Jenna in an attempt to ignore his obnoxious remark.

Jenna had been studying your face ever since you entered the room, her watchful eyes making sure that every subtle change in your expression didn't go unnoticed. Her jaw clenched when she heard Percy talk, a comment that could be interpreted platonically, but after the conversation she overheard, she knew his intentions and it made her feel sick to her stomach.

She did however notice how you slightly flinched at his words, your posture straightening as you walked faster in her direction. She inwardly sighed in relief at your reaction, knowing now that Emma was right. Maybe you really did love her - or at least you clearly didn't love Percy which was good enough for her.

As you took a seat next to her and turned your head to meet her eyes, she gave you a soft smile, one that was laced with sympathy, and greeted you. "Hi", she said softly. "Hi" You chuckled lightly, your thoughts disappearing as you get lost in her eyes, completely forgetting about your surroundings as the stress of your day practically melted away into an abyss.

You stared into each others eyes for what felt like eternity, each of you with matching giddy smiles. Even though you had only been dating a month, you could easily see yourself looking into these eyes for the rest of your life - something you would do with absolute pleasure.

Sadly, your own little bubble was burst when someone cleared their throat, causing both of you to look in the direction of the sound. "Are you playing or what?" Emma smirks at the two of you, well aware that she had interrupted something. Shaking your head gently out of your thoughts, you quickly replied "Yeah, yeah of course", giving Jenna a quick glance and smirk before settling into the couch.

As the rounds of Uno went on, with you unsurprisingly winning all of them, Jenna had been barely paying attention. She lost just about every round because she had been solely focused on you. Her eyes studying every detail, learning all the quirks of your different expressions - she also decided that your concentration face was incredibly cute. She was surprised you hadn't felt her eyes burning into the side of your head but she wasn't going to complain.

After practically memorising every little detail of your face, Jenna gently leant over towards you, her head stopping inches from yours, finally drawing your attention. She quietly whispered in your ear, "Can we talk?". You gave her a confused glance but quickly agreed before excusing yourselves and leaving the room.

"Is everything ok?" you were quick to ask, growingly worried as to why she was pulling you aside. "Emma knows". You blink in confusion. "Knows?..." "About us". Your eyes widen slightly in realisation, your lips forming a small O before you exhale in relief, relieved it wasn't anything worse.

"And... is that a problem? How did she find out?" you question hesitantly, knowing that Jenna really valued your relationships privacy and you weren't sure how she had taken the news. You saw Jenna take a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm herself which concerned you slightly.

"Basically... earlier today... I overheard Percy talking about how he liked you." She watches as your brows furrow slightly, obviously somewhat confused, but also upset about the news. "And when I heard him say that... I kinda panicked and ran away from the conversation... that's when I ran into Emma who took me to her trailer and comforted me, and immediately asked me if it was about you."

"Of course she did", you scoffed playfully, reaching to grab Jenna's hand to offer her some support. "I know... but she calmed me down and told me that you clearly loved me and Percy was stupid." You laughed at that before pulling Jenna into a gentle hug, her arms wrapping around your waist and squeezing softly.

"Who knew Emma could be so wise" you joked, earning a soft chuckle from your girlfriend. "She was definetly right about Percy being an idiot though... my god he can't take a hint" You gently pulled away from Jenna so your eyes could meet hers, your heart racing as you felt the weight of three heavy words on your tongue.

"And... that I love you." You saw Jenna's gaze soften, her eyes becoming glossy as she shows a giddy smile. "Really?" "Really" you reply softly. She sniffles quietly as you wipe away a stray tear that had escaped her beautiful eyes. "I love you too" she whispered even quieter, just loud enough for you to hear her.

You gently cup her cheeks as you pull her lips onto yours in a soft kiss. Jenna's hands slipped around the back of your neck causing a shiver to run down your spine, both of you gently caressing the others skin as you lips moved gently against one another's. Once your lips separated, you slipped your hand into hers, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, pulling her back into the living room.

Walking through the doorway hand in hand, only two people appeared to take notice. Emma and Percy. Emma sent both of you a giddy smirk to which you both returned as you made your way back to your spot on the couch.

Moving you eyes away from Emma, you noticed Percy's bitter glare. Making eye contact with him, you threw your arm around Jenna's shoulders, pulled her closer so she was snuggling into you, and sent him a sly wink.

You watched as he scoffed and looked down at his phone, evidently trying to distract himself from what he had just seen. You chuckled softly at his reaction, knowing that you were definitely going to make the most of this after his ignorance had caused your girlfriend to question your love for her - payback is a bitch.

Jenna obviously had the same idea as she leaned into your side, gently whispering,

"This is going to be fun"

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Woah we need a pt 2 of bottom Wednesday and fem!reader🤭

Birthday girl (Wednesday Addams x Reader)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x AFAB Reader

A/N: This is a continuation of the blurb, but it can be read as a stand alone. I tried so hard to make this not OC. I hope I managed. I also hate when someone puts Spanish in writing and it feels cringy. Praying I didn’t become what I hate, although I have an unfair advantage.

Requested: Yes, so long ago. I'm the worst.

Warnings: Aged up characters. Smut. Oral sex. Jealousy. Badmouthing Tyler.

“All these chains, and all this blood… Bet it reminds you two of something.” Ajax smirked, leaning against the bar. You stared at him, tiredly. You hoped Enid made it back from the bathroom soon. The high school sweethearts had drifted apart with the years, but she still had a way of shutting him up that evaded you.

“What could it remind her off?” Wednesday asked, passing you a drink. It was a pink and white monstrosity, with many sprinkles. You took it gratefully, glad the social interaction was over. It got tiring, being the sociable one, sometimes. The birthday girl herself wasn’t much better, but it was so rare for her to willingly involve herself in a conversation that it took the pressure off you.

“Your sex life, maybe.” Tyler snorted, carrying his drink too, and passing one to Ajax. You frowned at the comment. His interest made your hackles raise, even if it had been years between him and Wednesday. Truth was, your sex life didn’t involve anything overly kinky. Not anything like the sadomasochistic decorations on the walls of the club you were sitting at. Had it been a hint, from Wednesday, picking this place for her birthday celebration? Did she want you to do something more…forceful? “Didn’t get Enid anything, the drinks are so fancy here, I thought she would want to pick her own.”

“The prices, too.” Ajax said, slipping him a ten dollar bill. “Too damn expensive for a beer.”

“Inflation and monopolies tend to have that effect on the market, yes.” Wednesday sipped at her whiskey, eyes cold. She had not taken Tyler’s comment in good sport, either. You shook your head and sipped your drink.

“Wens, what did you get me?” It was perfect, sweet but not enough to mask the taste of alcohol and get you drunk without you noticing. Cool, and refreshing too, something you would appreciate after dancing all night. Much like Wednesday herself. Sweetness and bitterness in the perfect dose.

“Sex on my birthday.” Wednesday said back to you, prompting a round of laughs from the boys.

“Well, Wednesday has always been a direct one.” Enid pressed a kiss to her cheek, much to Wednesday's disgust. “I’m so ready to get drunk, you have no idea.”

You looked around, worriedly. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of your sex life, but it made you wonder, every so often. Wednesday was inclined in certain ways that you just weren’t. And you knew, you knew, that any sex she had with Tyler when all of you were younger probably had been way worse than what you two were having now. Teenage years did not make for good sex, usually it was awkward and fumbling. But the idea still nagged at you: What if she and Tyler did things, kinkier things, things they explored together and that Wednesday liked more? Did that make you a jealous person? Obsessing over your partner past sex life counted as jealousy, right?

It wasn’t like you were all vanilla. You sometimes enjoyed, taking or letting Wednesday take you apart, but it was always gentle. Think, feathers and soft kisses, not leather and chains, or whatever. But you remembered Tyler’s words and could not help but cringe. The way he had spoken, it had to mean he knew something you didn’t.

You danced, you laughed, and you drank all night. But the lingering doubt was still present in your mind. Was Wednesday really satisfied with the sex you were having? You snuck glances at her the whole night, so much, Ajax whistled your way every time he caught you.

When you finally caught a cab back to the apartment you shared, Wednesday was quieter than usual. She seemed to sense something was wrong because she wasn’t climbing on your lap, nor kissing you desperately. Wednesday wasn’t one for pointless displays of affection, as she called them. But she was one of purposeful ones. And there was nothing that got her more in the mood than dancing all night with you, sweaty bodies sliding together along the heavy bass in some club where no one recognized you. Normally, Wednesday would be all over you because while she could hold her liquor, she also got impossibly horny when she drank.

What really threw you off was when she grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. Not like, passionately or anything, and not like your father-in-law did with your mother-in-law. Just a simple brush of her lips against your skin. You opened your mouth to say something, but quickly closed it when she glared at you.

“We are talking at home.” Wednesday said, firmly. Her hand pulled yours into her lap, and held it there, rubbing calming circles with her thumb over your naked wrist.

When you get out of the car, you are almost shivering in anticipation. Wednesday has you almost conditioned. You can’t get into a cab with her without wanting to jump her bones. But heat isn’t the only thing curling in your belly. There is also nervousness. You know Wednesday has picked up on your mood because she is that observant. You also know she has her theories about it, and since she sucks at feelings, they are probably funny ones. Wednesday will most likely get offended and harass you until you tell her how she can fix whatever is wrong. She is not much of a talker, really. This is not the kind of relationship where you get called adoring pet names and smothered in PDA. Wednesday shows she loves you every day, with her actions. You go to bed every night, safe in her arms and knowing you are loved.

“Do you like Tyler more than me?” She asks, leading you to the elevator. The thought makes you snort, but Wednesday is deadly serious. “You kept staring at him at the club, and he was staring back. Do you want him?” Wednesday presses a hand against your cheek, stroking softly. She has you crowded against the wall. It’s amusing, how right and wrong she is.

“No. I don’t want Tyler.” You answer her, kissing her lightly on the lips. Wednesday melts against you, lips parting open for yours as if it were only natural. She shakes out of it, quickly.

“But… why the glances? Did he hurt you? I could kill him for you, you know? He is nothing to me, not in the way you are.” The fact that Wednesday manages to evade your attempt at distraction and make it a full, serious statement is impressive. You have to give it to her, she looks serious about killing Tyler. It shouldn’t warm your heart, but they have a longer history than you and her, and ranking higher than him is gratifying. You aren’t too sure if she would carry on with the threat, so you fill the conversation away for later.

“Come on, help me undress.” You say instead, stepping out of the elevator and fumbling for the keys of your shared place. The hallway is dark, but the apartment is easy to find. This building is so expensive, there are only two in each floor. You can’t believe how expensive the rent is, and how Wednesday shoulders more of the expenses on her own. Generational wealth is really a funny thing. “I feel all gross. We danced too much, and I sweated like, half the cocktails we drank.”

Wednesday trails after you, pressing a kiss to your nape. She gathers your hair in a bun, pulling away the sweaty strands. You turn on the lights, watching fondly how the place looks like a perfect mix between the two of you. The furniture is dark and gothic, obvious signs Wednesday was the one who originally inhabited the place. But here and there, there are pop of colors. A throw pillow in a light-brown rests on the sofa. A vase full of your favorite flowers sits by the windowsill. A coat, haphazardly thrown in the hanger, in a color that’s not black.

You go to the bathroom, the silence between the two of you comfortable. You won’t force her to speak, nor will you ask her to feign to conform to societal rules. Wednesday loves you for that. The removal of makeup is done quickly and efficiently. Wednesday makeup routine hasn’t changed a lot since her teen years, so it’s only makeup and mascara for her.

“You are pouting.” Wednesday states, coming behind you on the mirror to help you unzip the dress. “Will you finally tell me why?”

“Is our sex life boring?” You asked, turning to look at her. You were unable to keep being quiet about it. It’s better this way, to have it all in the open, than to let your newfound insecurity fester and eat you alive. Wednesday will be honest, that you know. She never says anything she doesn’t mean. “Too vanilla for you?”

“Put that away.” Wednesday tapped at your lower lip, transfixed by the way the plump flesh gave away under her touch. She had a thing for your mouth, that you knew. “Or I will have to bite it.”

“Wens, I'm serious.” You turned, hands on your hips. “Am I too boring for you?”

“Amor.” Wednesday sighed, fingers tapping on your lower lip still. You parted them for her, letting her press her thumb inside you. She has a thing for your mouth. Your head tilts back, allowing her to do as she pleases. “I'm not the kind to suffer in silence.”

"Yeah, but you love me.” And it’s true, Wednesday is not the kind to keep quiet when something displeases her, but love has made her more tolerant. More soft. That, and the years. She is still blunt, but less than she used to be. It would be highly unusual for her to not say anything for so long, but the doubt is nagging at you, leaving you unable to think straight. “Maybe that makes the shitty sex worth it.”

“We haven't had shitty sex in years.” Wednesday presses a kiss to the curve of your throat, making a path towards your shoulder. Her fingers, nimble and slender, get rid of your dress. The fabric pools around your ankles, leaving you only on your underwear. Wednesday’s hands cup your breast, kneading softly. Your head pushes against her shoulder, neck thrown back in pleasure.

“Ah! So, the sex was shitty.” You exclaim, and she pinches your nipple, hard. It's a reprimand, more than an attempt to cause you pleasure. You whine, head lolling back.

“Yeah, but, first times always are. Besides, you take very well to instruction. It was not hard to train you at all.” Wednesday smiled. A terrifying sight, with too many teeth. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, hair loose out of her pigtails for sleep, she reminded you too much of a sort of perverted version of La Llorona, all black hair and dark eyes, ready to pounce on you. You shivered.

“But Tyler… You and him…" You start to say, but Wednesday's teeth close around one of your tendons, making you squeal. She soothes the skin with her tongue, kissing a map on your nape.

“Tyler and I… We are too alike to work. I need someone sweet. He needs to be taken down a peg or too, but refuses to admit it.” Then, lower, trailing kisses against the sensitive skin of your neck. “He doesn't take well to instruction, amor.”

That it what really gets you. Wednesday likes taking care of you, yeah. But you feel a little insecure, a little aroused, and you want to prove yourself.

“Let me take care of you tonight.” You say, turning to kiss her, fervently. You are desperate for her, for feeling her falling apart on your tongue, your fingers, the vibrator. Anything. Anything for her, to her. “You are the birthday girl, let me give you a present.”

Wednesday stares at you, eyes hard. Eerily beautiful, in a way it doesn’t feel real. Her sharp jaw catches the light when she turns her head, making her look like a painted Catrina. You had seen her with the makeup once, for Halloween. Día de Muertos, she had said, against your skin, black paint smearing as she trailed kisses down your back. Marking you as hers. It was a tradition to the Addams, they even held a competition. She had been robbed that year, when Pugsley had shown up in a costume inspired by Coco. It hadn’t even be hand sew as hers! She had protested, muttering something about gringos ruining everything, even if she was born in the States making her, well, one of them. You shook your head, trying to clear your head from the memory. Makeup or no makeup, her bone structure was perfect. You pressed a kiss to her brow.

“Fine.” You don’t need more encouragement. Wednesday gets undressed, slowly. Even if she is all long limbs, she looks tiny without her shoes. You kiss her neck until she is whimpering, begging for more. Only then, you make your way to her shoulders, mouthing your way to her chest, down her navel.

“Fuck.” Wednesday pants, grabbing your hair in a pull that is so hard it makes you whimper. Against the bathroom door, her body arches into yours, both only in your underwear. “Bed, now.” She orders, and you obey. You always do. You stumble towards the bedroom, underwear falling in disarray in the hallway. The next morning, when you have to pick it up, you will regret it. But not now. Not now, when she is warm and soft in the bed, against your hands, chest arching underneath yours. You gnaw at her ribs, nose bumping against them. You slide down her navel, lazy kisses against her belly buttons.

Wednesday mewls in a way you bet Tyler never heard. Something dark tugs at your chest. You know, you know, before you, she never knew gentle touches, thinking sex is always violent. How else would you be able to take her apart so easily? Fuck Tyler. He must want to be you so badly.

You go lower, spreading her thighs with gentle kisses. You bury your head there. She always smells so damn sweet, it drives you crazy. Her hand wraps on your hair, tugging. Wetness pools between your legs, you have never felt something so erotic as this. Controlled, fiery Wednesday falling apart under your hands.

“Don’t tease, amor. Por favor, por favor.” So, of course, you do just the opposite. You like the way Spanish sounds, how it spills freely from her lips, desperate. It’s a sensual language to you, not for the way it sounds, but because it only falls from her mouth when Wednesday really means the things she says. You are drunk on it, this power in gentleness. You are greedy. Craving more, you kiss her clit, light as a feather. Not enough to get her the relief she craves. “Don’t tease. No. No, ahora, ahora. Por favor, amor, ahora.”

There is no polite way to say this. You eat her out. You bury your head between her thighs and eat her like you are desperate for it, soaking in the way she smells, the salty taste, the way she sounds. How she makes a wild grasp for your hands, how her hips tilt just so, as if she wanted to ride your face. You lick, wide strips over her entrance, tongue lazy over her clit until she sobs, until she begs. Until she is too broken for any language that isn’t moans and grunts. Only then, you decide to set her free. You apply just the hint of teeth she enjoys so much, tiny bits of pain filtering through her pleasure. Wednesday screams her throat hoarse, pale thighs wrapping around your head, clenching, body convulsing like a woman possessed.

She lays there after, as you wash your face and clean her off. In a daze.

“Según yo, me mataste.” She mutters, hiding her face in the pillows, hair in total disarray. “¿De nuevo?”

You smirk. That is a word you do know. You open the drawer and pull out the vibrator.

“How many do you think I can pull from you?” Her face lifts from her hiding place, eyes on the vibrator.

“Más que Tyler, seguro.” She mutters, and you don’t get it at first. It takes you a beat and then you understand. Wednesday is too observant for her own good, and sure, she has noticed your jealousy.

“Doubt he knows where the clit is.” You snicker. She gives you a tired smile.

“Oh, trust me. He knows. But he thinks it's a button.”

Translations and cultural background for all the non Spanish speakers/ non Latinos:

Now, I’m not a translator, so these are rough, I wrote it thinking of what I would say and gave you the general meaning. Amor means love. Por favor is please. Ahora is now. Según yo me mataste is I think you killed me, but prettier. De nuevo, again. Más que Tyler, seguro is More than Tyler for sure.

I hope I didn’t miss anything. I referenced La Llorona because Wednesday has a thing at least for the story, and by the sweets Pugsley eats, I think they are Mexican. I also referenced Catrinas, because in some places they hold competitions, and it’s a big deal. Jenna Ortega’s Wednesday has a sharp enough jawline, the makeup would suit her very well. I hope with that, I don’t offend anyone, cause in Chile the tradition is non-existent.

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