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Y/N: Wends, you need to learn to share!

Y/N: So, if you have ten biscuits and someone asks you for one?

Wednesday: I would still have ten biscuits

Y/N: And if you have ten biscuits and someone takes one?

Wednesday: Ten biscuits and a dead body

Y/N: *sighs*

Y/N: What if you have ten biscuits and I ask you for one?

Wednesday: Then I would have five biscuits left

Y/N: Five?

Wednesday: Of course, I would give you half of them

Y/N: *actually touched*

Y/N: *smiles* 

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A Worshiper of Magic (For a Date) Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Wednesday Addams x Male!Witch!reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injury, blood, passing out, stitches, and murder.

Words: 1603

Summary: There were many kinds of people at Nevermore academy, to Wednesday you were just another purple clad body in the school's supernatural crowd. You have never interacted with each other in your time there, so why did you show up at her door, covered in your own blood after a spell goes wrong?

(A/n: my very first fic on this blog, and it's a two-parter (maybe) hope you enjoy)

One thing you hated about being a sorcerer was the sheer amount of pain you had to endure. Magic hurts, every spell burns your veins, every incantation gives you a headache, and every hex makes you bleed. And yet you still practiced it, day in and day out. Because despite your hate for the pain, you loved the result.

After a small ceremony with a few other sorcerers, you were on your way back to your dorm, feeling a sense of pride, for yourself and your fellow sorcerers. There was just something so powerful in successfully casting a spell of that size. You'd essentially created a sort of security system for the school. Anything that crosses the barrier of the spell can be recorded and therefore replayed. A sort of camera that cannot be disabled by anyone but you or one of your fellow spell casters.

There was a burning in your chest from the spell, but it wasn't as bad, considering the backlash of the spell was spread amongst seven people.

You’ve taken this route dozens of times, you were more familiar with it than you were with any other part of the school.

Mindlessly, you climbed the stairs, more so looking at the moon, and the clouds that covered it, than paying attention to your path. The corridor was nearly pitch black as a particularly heavy cloud passed over the full moon, but just as quickly as it covered the moon, it passed it again.

‘It might rain.’ you thought, ‘I should put out a bucket,’

Then, as though it happened only to interrupt your peace, you got a headache, painful and pulsing on your forehead. You groaned in a mix of pain and annoyance. Just another side effect of magic. You need to get home, make a nice healing tea and hope it works in time for you to get some sleep. Pushing forward, you felt something warm and wet drip down your face and then onto your shoulders. Just rain, you assumed.

It slid down your face and into your eye, and, for a moment, half of your vision was entirely red.

You paused, lifting your hand to your face, only to pull it back and see that, no, it wasn’t rain, it was blood. Coming from a large, painful gash on your forehead.

You groaned as you ran your fingers over the open wound again. Taking a deep breath, you pushed forward. Despite having to wipe the blood out of your eyes every few seconds, you're sure you're going the right way.

Then, just as your headache started, the mild burn in your chest flared and in a moment of visual clarity you could see your purple uniform began to stain red.

You felt light, clinging onto the railings as you walked, barely able to see as blood blurred and discolored your vision.

The world around you darkened for a moment as another heavy cloud passed over the moon.

You moved forward anyways, taking turns you didn’t mean to, and missing the ones you did. Holding onto the rail until there was no more rail to hang on to. Holding yourself up against the wall, trying to find somebody, anybody to help you.

You felt a sudden dip in the wall and leaned against it, banging against it a few times with your open palm, which decided now would be the perfect time to open more wounds. Your head was spinning and you were losing a lot of blood, but you tried to keep yourself conscious and grounded.

Then, the dip, which you correctly assumed was a door, opened behind you, you didn’t even realize it until you hit the floor.

You were cold when you woke up. Yawning, you pushed yourself up, the blanket falling off your shoulder only to reveal that you were mostly undressed, and covered in bandages. You ran your hand over the neat wrappings, sighing as you remembered the night before. The sun was shining through the half-colored window, you made it through the night without dying, so this was a success in your book.

“Enid wouldn’t let me leave you outside.” A voice said from across the room.

Looking up you saw a girl, dressed in a monochrome version of your school's uniform, with a long braid laying on each shoulder. She looked more annoyed by you than anything else. You must be on her side of the room, considering the dark decor and utter lack of color on this side.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice slightly hoarse. “I was actually trying to get to Stocker hall.”

“Then you made a few wrong turns, you're in Ophelia hall.”

You tried to remember the school map for a moment, then cringed at how badly you missed your mark.

Pushing yourself up and out of the bed, your feet landing on the cold, wooden floor, you said, “Well, thank you, for cleaning me up and letting me borrow your bed, but I should really be going.”

Just as you stood she walked over quickly and pushed you back down.

“Actually, I have a few questions.” She said in her completely monotone voice.

Despite her tough demeanor, the questions were pretty easy, and it was over quickly.

You got yourself dressed, luckily she’d washed your clothes for you, and you, of course, thanked her again. Then you were on your way back to your dorm, running into the girl- Wednesday's roommate who had a million questions but ended up leaving before you could answer any of them.

Your roommate had his own questions as well when you arrived, I mean, look at you! You were gone all night then walked in looking like a mummy and thought you’d get away with it.

You didn’t, and half an hour of explaining the situation later he finally let you make your healing tea.

Luckily, your first period was canceled so you got to rest for the next hour.

Classes went by painfully slow, both literally and metaphorically. But you were healing, the gashes that opened on your head, and hands had healed and the utter abomination that was your stomach gash was slowly closing itself back up. Again, you were thankful for Wednesday. After taking a break during lunch to change your bandages you saw just how much work she’d done for you. Sewing up a giant circle-shaped wound could not have been easy.

You were in your bed, having just finished your sixth cup of healing tea for the day (which you were really getting tired of) when you heard a knock on the door. Your roommate was out at some party you were in far too much pain to care about, and it was far too early for him to be back.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself up and to the door. You unlocked the door with a quick little click, then pulled it open.

“Wednesday?”

She stood in front of you, a piece of fabric clutched in her hand.

“Y/n,” was all she said before she moved past you and into your room. “You seem to be doing much better.”

Closing the door you turned to see her examining your side of the room. Then she turned back to you, sticking her hand out and subsequently the bloodied fabric in her hand.

“You left this,” she said as you took it.

Unraveling it to reveal your tie, which you hadn't ever realized was missing before now.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, looking up from the tie.

She stood at your desk, flipping through the pages of an open spell book, touching all of the little trinkets, then she picked up a bag and shook it. A low clinking came from inside. She turned to look at you, a questioning look on her face.

“Teeth,” you said, without her even having to ask.

That only made her more interested in the little bag, pulling it open and sticking her fingers in, pulling out a fully intact canine.

She hummed in approval before putting the bag back on your desk with a clicking thud.

“I never asked,” she said, “what kind of spell were you attempting to cast last night?”

As though the very mention of the spell had suddenly made the wound on your stomach flare up in pain. With a small groan, you moved past her, to the portable kettle on your desk (definitely not the best place to keep it considering it's been boiling tea all day and is still very, very hot.). Grabbing your mug and pouring yet another cup of healing tea.

“Multiple people have been killed on campus.” you started, “So I called a few friend to help put up a surveillance system.”

“But it failed?”

“No, we just underestimated the backlash of the spell, it's still up, I can feel it.” you paused, taking a sip of your tea, “Literally, I can feel everyone on campus right now. It's… discomforting, but for the safety of everyone here I can handle it.”

She didn't say anything for a moment.

“Did Weems approve of this?” her voice was just as calm and even as ever.

You almost laughed at the question, “She did not. She was actually against it, something about it being an invasion of privacy, whatever..”

Wednesday’s face quickly turned to one of confusion.

“I have to go,” she said.

Turning to leave the room, she'd barely laid a hand on the doorknob before she was suddenly taken over by a vision. Her head flew back, her eyes strained open, and a moment later, Wednesday collapsed.

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[short-black-diamond]

Hi!! This is my first time requesting but could you please make a Wednesday x male reader angst? The reader is an outcast but also a direct descendant of his family like Goody Addams.

wait so which outcast type should I take? Oh, I know!

I ain't seein' no male witches here!!!

Okay bro, hopefully this is going to be legendary!

Wait so that I understand it. You want me to write about someone who has a connection to his greatgreatgreat-something relative, right? If yes, then I'm writing it like that! I hope I got it right. If not, I'll just write it again.

Also I think I'm trying to make this more funny than angsty but we'll see. also you are going to be russian because I said so. Also because I can speak a bit of russian. Your name is Alek Ivanovich, to keep it simple. Okay?

Here's all the foreign words:

ai = y without w, tixo = quiet, cabaka = dog, ras = on, dwa = two, tri = three, chiteri = four, pyat = five, da = yes, ya ne xatchu = I don't want to, ti krasivaya = you are beautiful (when reffering to women), dusha = soul, eto kto? = who is this?, moy drug = my friend (when referring to men), blyat = shit

again, i did not proofread

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"I'm a witch, Addams."

"What the hell did you do to my son?!", a nameless mother shrieked. You wore a hoodie, and your hair covered your face. Your hands were in your pockets. Your parents stood behind you. You sat on a wooden, too light coloured chair and next to you sat your bully- no, your victim.

"He was simply testing my patience, sooooo....", you trailed off and did jazz hands towards the fucker who dared to approach you. The guy himself looked like a failed experiment. One eye was bigger than the other, the mouth reached form one ear to the other, hair gone, nose like Voldemort and the rest of his body...well, let's not talk about it, yeah?

Your mother surpressed a chuckle while your father only sighed deeply. The headmistress herself was also dead serious, and you couldn't help but burst out laughing any minute. You were a weak man in situations like this. situations where it felt like being at a funeral and you not being able to keep your shit together.

"Mister Ivanovich, I hope you know how serious this situation is, because of where you peop-..."

You raised your eyebrows. Ooooh, what will she sayyyy~?

"Because of your family's heritage.", the woman stated, satisfied with her answer. You snorted. Your father slapped the back of your head.

"Ai, papa!"

"Tixo!", he only hissed and you mumbled something under your breath.

"My son, Alek, might be like this because of the puberty. You know how it is, dear. Boys fight all the time and-"

"This boy is not like the others, Mrs. Ivanovich, and I hope you know it. Alek is...special in his own way.", the curly haired woman started. She took a folder with a good load of papers from a drawer and gave it to your father.

"Alek is a good student at heart. But fights like this are sadly not uncommon. And your son is always involved in this."

You could feel the steam and heat radiating from behind you to your right, where your father stood. Hopefully he won't explode today...

Your mother was also taking a look, and that's when the other woman chimed in. "But what will happen to my dear Tommy!? Who's going to turn him back?!"

You smirked. "Relax, he's going to be back to his normal self when he gets his true love's kiss. You know, like in the fairytales." The woman looked like she wanted to kill you, but before that, you couldn't hold it anymore.

"BWAHAHAHAHH, you really thought about him having to kiss somebody?! Please, it's the 21st century!", you exclaimed while you wheezed and rung for air. Sparks were already flying around your father, and your mother patted her beautifully round nose. "A-Alek, please turn this poor boy back."

You sighed. "Mama, please, I'm having fun-"

"I'LL GIVE YOU FUN! GET BACK HERE, YOU CABAKA!", your father roared and a firework errupted in the headmistress's office. You were running away from your father, the headmistress was crying for help when the office caught fire and your mother sighed tiredly.

"ras dwa tri, turn back thee. chiteri pyat shest, stop this jest!", she mumbled, and everything got back to its original place. You got dragged back to your seat, your bully was back to his own self and ran away with his mom, and the office wasn't burning anymore.

The only thing which was not alright was your dad. He was still fuming. "What I wanted to say...", the woman sat down on her chair again after she examined her precious kabinett,

"was that Alek might be better off in another school. Nevermore, to be exact. There are people like him-"

"You mean outcasts?", you frowned. You had your fun, now you were serious.

"Alek...", your mother said and squeezed your left shoulder.

The woman behind the desk coughed to hide her embarrassment before continuing. "If you put it that way...then yes. And I'm sorry for you, Alek. You are one of the best students this little itty-bitty school has ever had. It's a shame that your peers like to poke at you."

"Evermore...wasn't it where we have met the Addams?", your father spoke suddenly, and you flinched.

"Oh my, da! We have to contact them! How long has it actually been since we last saw them? At your graduation?", your mother spoke and all of a sudden, everybody's mood lifted, yours excluded.

Wait, new school? What school? I hope it's not a boarding-

"And for your information, it's a boarding school.", the woman sitting in front of you said.

Why did I jinx myself?!?!?

---

"Papa, ya ne xatchu." "I don't care. Get in the car."

And right after you sat down, your father began speaking. "Why do you always have to make a mess, son?! Wherever we go, you use your magic to curse somebody! Stop it!"

"...yes.", you answered with a grumble.

"And that boy- what did he do to you?!"

"He was making fun of me.", but it was only half the truth.

"But you're still not allowed to use your magic, Alek!"

"He was pushing me to it!"

"What could he have done to make you use your magic?", your mother's calm voice called. You could clearly hear her sadness.

Your mother was a beautiful woman, who never failed to make friends in places she's never been before. She always managed to help you whenever you struggled with something.

And now, you felt like crying. you wanted her to hold you, but she was sitting next to your father and you were sitting alone on the other side.

"He...was making fun of us witches, of all the other outcasts or monsters- he was making fun of us unhumans!"

The ride was silent and suffocating then. your mother was stroking her round nose again, which you loved, but you got your father's boring straight nose.

"there was also another thing....", you began as you recalled being in a fever-, or lucid- like dream. You somehow got in contact with a person you admired. Dima Ivanovich.

He was the greatest witch you've ever found out about, and you dedicated your life to that man. He might have been a jerk, a klutz and always in for dangerous activities, but he also risked his life for defending his family, he treated his wife with the upmost respect and he tried his best to make life easier for the next generations.

"I got in contact with Dima Ivanovich."

Your mother's breath hitched and your father glared at you. "He told me to act. I would've kept my head down, but he lifted it. He also lifted my hands. I could feel his presence, papa! You should have-"

"ENOUGH WITH THIS SHIT! I HAVE TRIED FOR YEARS AND YOU WANT TO TELL ME THAT HE JUST CAME TO YOU FOR YOU TO STAND UP TO YOUR BULLIES?! PAH!"

Was...was he for real?

"Sorry that he helped a relative in need of pretection and defense instead of money problems."

"What did you just say-"

"Seriosha, Alek, enough already!"

You hated when your mother yelled. "Dima had a good reason to step in and protect our poor son!"

He only looked out of the window.

"...Sooo, tell me about Nevermore. Or the people you met there.", you asked after a few minutes in hopes of getting at least some of the nonexistent background information you had about your parents. And to make the ride less boring and long.

Again, to your surprise, your father answered. Normally, it would have been your mother, with your dad nodding along, but oh well. "Nevermore is a magical place. Back in the days when I was your age, I was the sporty guy. We played football, exercised and sharpened our skills, and also had many events. Your mother and her best friend at the time, Morticia Addams, these two were the fencing captains."

"Oh, how I'd love to meet her again! I'm sure she'd be just as beautiful as she was when she was a teenager!", your mother gasped, and smiled.

"But mom, you are the most beautiful here!", you spoke, but she just shook her wavy locks. "No, no, son. I am not pretty. Just look at my nose, or my skin! I look like my own mother!"

"First of all, ti krasivaya. Second, baba yaga is also pretty. Otherwise, dad wouldn't have married you, would he?"

And also this time, your father said something. "I don't know why you are still so insecure. You are the most beautiful witch, the most beautiful woman and the most wonderful dusha I have ever met."

"Aww, Seriosha...that was good to hear."

"Yes papa, you should speak to her more often like that! and also teach me the art of flirting!"

For the first time this week, your father laughed. And it was saturday. You were proud of yourself.

---

"Sooo...this is it? Looks old in my opinion.", you said as soon as you stepped out of the car and stretched. Your mother was looking around and then she screamed. You and your father were ready to throw hands and cast spells left and right when all that happened was your mother running towards a woman with long dark hair in a tight black dress. The other woman was also screaming.

Why are women always yelling when they see a familiar face??

"Papa, eto kto?"

"Morticia Adda- GOMEZ, moy drug! Idi suda!", your father yelled and nearly floated towards a middle aged man who could loose some pounds.

Welp, guess it's just me then-

And there, you saw a girl step out of the -like your father's- old fashioned, black vehicle. Your dad's car was a dark wine red.

She had twin tailed, braided heir, and she was also not that thrilled to be here. She also watched the interaction, but with more disgust than curiousity. Both of your dad's were now dancing with each other, each in their traditional way.

Make a friend...

So, you strutted to her, but stayed a little more than five feet away from you. You didn't reach out your hand, for she didn't look like she'd like to even acknowledge you.

"My name is Alek Ivanovich. I guess our parents knew each other very well back in the day. what's your name?"

"My name is Wednesday Addams."

"Cool. Why are you here?"

"Attempted murder."

"what?"

"What, you don't-"

"You didn't get the job done? Tsk, tsk, tsk."

And now, the girl gave you her attention. "Excuse me? Then why are you here?"

"I was experimenting with my bullies. Say, why did you "attempt" to murder somebody?"

'Did you say 'attempt' with a special undertone just now? Are you making fun of me?', she thought and her brows furrowed a little.

"They were messing with my little brother."

"Ah yes, nothing's more important than family. but why kill? Didn't you want to make them suffer a little?"

"I put two bags, each filled with a number of piranhas into the pool they were swimming at the time. Not enough, but still good when in school."

"Nah, I would've...I dunno, maybe cursed them that they'd have constant constipation...or, uh...turn them into unsightly things, like I did with my last victim..."

As you were deep in thought, Wednesday studied you. You were not like the other kids. You didn't give her a freaked out expression.

'You...are you trying to start a competition?' With the way you were making ideas on how she could've done it better, she felt a sharp pain in her pride.

But why did she feel like this? Why did she feel like she'd have to better her antics? Just because she spoke to someone who maybe understood her?

"What are you, Ivanovich?"

"I'm a witch, Addams."

---

The get-to-know with principal Weems, a tall and very---suspiscious looking woman, you and Wednesday had to part ways.

"Wait, can I get your phone number?" "I don't use phones."

"Aw, blyat. Then what do you use for communication?"

"My cristall ball." Ah-you remembered. Her mom gave her a suitcase with it inside. No, you didn't take a peek when she opened it.

"I have one too! Although it's so small that I can fit it into my pant pockets."

You relished the moment her eye twitched when you said pant pocket. She could only hope that her blazer and skirt had pockets.

But instead, she asked another question. "How did you make it so small?", and her eyes were a little big. You huffed.

"Magic. Bet you wish you could do it as well."

"Curse you."

"I did, and now I'm here."

---

"Ivanovich."

"Hah? Oh, Addams, what's up?"

"Hide me."

"What-"

"Wednesday! Come here!", Enid, Wednesday's roommate called and you could hear her squeaking sneakers in the hallway.

And with using your magic, you turned the girl behind you invisible. Enid arrived right after Wednesday was turned transparent.

"Do you need something from her?", you asked politely. Enid gave you bombastic side eye as she looked around.

Maybe it's her first time seeing a witch?

"Uh, no. It's just, Wednesday had removed the coloured stickers from her side of the room. Which I put on!"

"When it's her side of the room, then she can do whatever she wants. And you should know by now that she doesn't really like colours."

"Still, she should've asked me first! I could use them for something else, you know?"

"Yeah, understandable."

"Anyways, have you seen her?"

"I can sense her soul near us, but I cannot see her, Sinclair."

"Why do you have to talk like that."

"Because we are not a body but a soul. We have a body. We are souls living in bodies."

"...o...kay...? I...I'll look somewhere else.", and with that, she dissappeared.

Wednesday started speaking. "How long will this spell last?"

You could see her again. "When the affacted person starts speaking."

She stared at you for a long time and you surpressed a chuckle.

"There's something I wanted to ask you, Wednesday. Did you also get the feeling that Enid doesn't really like me? For whatever reason?"

"She doesn't like witches because she got dumped by one. I wonder why."

"Welp, sucks when she hasn't even fully become a real werewolf. Also did you pull those stickers away because you really didn't like it or because you wanted to spite her?"

"Both."

"Haha."

---

(2.1k) "Weems said you'd be stopping by. So, what are you guys? Alto, soprano, or just loco?", Bianca said after you and Wednesday went to her choir group to maybe join.

The other kids giggled while you sighed out of your nose.

The person by the nearby piano which you noticed only now pressed a button and a tone was heard. Wednesday opened her mouth.

You heard nothing except some glass breaking.

"What was that?", Bianca asked.

"A tone only cabaki can hear, cool!", you complimented.

Wednesday allowed her mouth to lift 0.01 %.

"...and...and you, Ivanovich, what about you?"

At the siren's question, you started to sing Polina Gagarina's "Lullaby". Your voice fitted the song perfectly and you loved singing it.

After you were done, the students one by one started clapping, and in the end, everyone clapped. You were bashful, to say the least. Too bad Bianca was not having it.

"So you're one hell of a singer. Did you use some of your witch powers for that?"

Instead of wanting to punch her, you decided to bite back. "I could say the same to your 'Siren'-voice."

"Why, you little-"

"What happened here? I heard glass breaking, and then a beautiful singing voice!", Weems interrupted and you smirked at the short haired girl.

"Nothing,", she only hissed.

---

"Woah, these are some cool powers, Xavier!"

"Thanks man!"

"You guys are too loud."

"Oi, I'm just complimenting him-wanna be friends?"

"Sure, why not?"

Whoah, Xavier might be the second teenager in this school who actually respected you, the first one being Wednesday.

Wednesday was drawing what could be identified as a gilloutine, with Enid's head poking through the hole. The blade was halfway through and blood spurted out of Enid's neck. Enid herself had a terrifying expression.

If the real Enid saw this...

"Uh, n-nice work!" "You don't have to compliment me on everything, Ivanovich."

"Uh, okay!"

"How do you two know each other?"

"Our parents." "To be more detailed, our parents actually were friends and also attending this exact boarding school. And, well, they seemed to be pretty good friends. But I still don't understand this whole hyde thing, and one of our students being dead and then reappearing as if nothing happened."

That gave Xavier and Wednesday a little time to think, while you thought that you messed up the mood. again.

"Sorry for ruining the mood..."

"What? No, What you said was actually something to think over. Wednesday was there when the guy died, but him being there the day after? either someone's trying to mess with your head, or the person doesn't like you.", the artist said.

Wednesday only had another unreadable expression on her face.

"Um...can I take a picture?"

"What?"

"Of your painting- Oh! Y-yours as well, if you're okay with it, Xavier!"

"Sure thing man."

"But Enid's getting killed."

"I like the strong colours-"

"It's mostly red-"

"And the way you could draw her face in detail is so pretty-"

"She's literally screaming in agony while she's getting beheaded-"

"I don't care, Wednesday. I like your work. Now can I take a pic or not?"

"...are you okay?"

"Are you?"

"Heheh.", Xavier chuckled while Wednesday only looked at you again.

___

Hey, how was that love? I wanted to make this longer because...I dunno. I just thought this could be nice to start with a sweet beginning and then the story getting darker, you know?

I will for sure do a second part!

Anyways, please write how that was and pls explain it to me again, but in more detail because I'm stupid :p

Read you in the next post!

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

Lucifer: And right then, mid temper tantrum, Y/n looks right up at me, all serious, and says, 'I'm going to start a rebellion.'

A nostalgic smile peirced his lips before he took a sip of his wiskey.

Lucifer: I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Morticia: I recall when Wednesday was little, she would reenact executions with her any doll she found and her miniature guillotine.

Gomez: Our little storm cloud always had a flair for the dramatic.

The three of them continued to reminisce about their children when they were younger.

Sitting a few feet away was Y/n and Wednesday. Both with a horrified expression on their faces.

Y/n: Perhaps this was a bad idea. Introducing our parents to each other.

Wednesday: Agreed. This is torture, and not the fun kind.

[eddieboi23]

Future partner

Wednesday: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. 
Y/n: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely* 
Wednesday: That one. I want that one.

Pt 2

[ornii]

Height

(Y/n) a very confident 6’1, pats Wednesday’s head.

(Y/n): Aww you’re so short!

Wednesday, a terrifyingly confident 5’1

Wednesday: Okay, put a few inches in me then.

(Y/n), a very much less confident 6’1

(Y/n): *Stunned Silence*

[youraveragenicaddict]

Xavier Thorpe X  GN!Reader - Tied Up

A/N - I was listening to a Deftones playlist, and my mind went to very unholy places, so I decided to write it (I already posted a version of this, but I didn’t like it so I rewrote it) enjoy (if u want me to finish this then submit an ask lol)

Warnings - it gets heated but no actual smut

THE BOOK IS CALLED ‘’JAY WISEMAN’S EROTIC BONDAGE HANDBOOK’’

DEFTONES S3X PLAYLIST (THE PLAYLIST IS NOT MINE, I FOUND IT AND I LOVED IT OK? DON’T JUDGE ME)

Seeing your boyfriend in chains definitely did something to your brain, but given the circumstances it was in, you didn't want to say anything since it could have been a tad bit traumatic, so you decided on dropping a hint about what you wanted. A big hint.

You had ordered a book. The erotic kind, to be precise. Jay Wiseman's Erotic Bondage handbook to be even more precise. Being an Addams, you already knew the basics to an extent, but decided on reading further into it, so as not to hurt your boyfriend if he decided he was into that.

A week after ordering it, it arrived, and you read it in less than a day. It was pretty interesting, but more importantly, full of tips, how-tos, and safety precautions one had to take.

You couldn't just blatantly give it to him in the middle of the pentagon-shaped courtyard, so you decided to change the covers of the book to those of a poetry book you took from the school library. To be honest, you've never even read the book, but it would have to do.

So on one chilly Friday, when you had bought the ropes and everything you might need, you set out to find Xavier and set your little plan into motion.

While you were walking down the stairs, you ran into your sister, Wednesday, who was probably going to her dorm since it was her writing hour. ''Hey sis, what a lovely afternoon, isn't it?'' You asked her, unusually happy, which made her raise her brow in question. ''Hi, it will be a lovely afternoon when a thunderstorm appears. What has gotten you in such a weird mood? Is it that poetry book you're carrying?'' She said in her usual monotone voice while trying to sneak a peak inside the book. ''Maybe, maybe not, enjoy writing your murder novels, I have shit to do'' You grinned, while walking away, leaving her to question if it was the book or something else, you're not usually THIS cheery.

You found Xavier in the courtyard, painting something on its walls as usual. He didn't notice you standing behind him and jumped a little bit when you wrapped your arms around his torso with a ''hi love'' to accompany your actions. ''Oh hey, what's up?'' he asked, putting one of his hands over yours while continuing his work on the wall. ''What are you painting? Another ''tortured artist'' work?'' You questioned with a small smirk playing on your lips. ''Ha ha, very funny. You're never going to let me live that down, are you?'' He retorted in a mock serious voice, while he was quite obviously grinning as much as you were.

You unwrapped your arms and moved so you were standing next to him before you said in a smug voice, ''I got you something, don't open it in front of people, love. Read it, alright?'' You handed him the book, which he took after cleaning his paint-stained hands with a small towel. ''Poetry? Why can't I open it in front of people? Did you write a murder plan in there or something?'' He joked after taking a look at the book. ''You'll see,'' You stated, and before you left to do your own thing, you gave him a quick kiss on the lips and sent him a wink, walking away. Curious as to what was so important about the book, he opened the first page, in which he found a note in your handwriting, '' When you read this and have decided if you're into it, find me in my dorm :))''. He took off the sticky note and looked at the title, which made him slightly blush since it read ''Jay Wiseman's Erotic Bondage Handbook''. He quickly shut the book and decided that he'll read it after he finished the painting. Xavier was intrigued, to say the least. Of course, you'd be into that, he thought with a slight chuckle.

It was very convenient since you didn't have a roommate and had a queen-sized bed with a metal headboard. You definitely didn't expect to see Xavier standing in your room that evening, dressed in grey sweatpants and one of your Metallica t-shirts.

''Hey, you.'' You said, walking to him and giving him a hello kiss. He instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist. It looked like he was contemplating something, so you raised your brow in a questioning manner. You didn't even get to ask what was bothering him when he responded with a yes.

You had a confused look on your face when he let go of you and went to your bed to find something he had put there earlier. Xavier raised the disguised handbook and then handed it to you. ''Open it,'' He said. He ran a hand through his hair and sat down on your bed, waiting.

You opened the book and found your note inside, but in addition to the original one, you found a ''yes'' scribbled under your text. You smiled, closed the book, and put it on your desk before going to sit beside him. ''Are you sure?'' You asked while moving strands of hair that had fallen into his face behind his ear. ''Yeah, I thought about it, and since you know what you're doing, at least I hope so,'' he chuckled while you grinned at him, '' I'm open to trying it.'' You didn't need any other confirmation. You smashed your lips onto his in a heated kiss, while he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. Testing the water, you lightly bit down on Xavier's lower lip. You could feel he was fighting against the noises that were creeping their way out of his throat. ''Wait, I forgot to lock the door, shit,'' He exaggeratedly whined when you got up, and let his back fall against the soft mattres of your bed. You quickly locked the door, checked that it was really locked, and turned on some music. Xavier recognized the playlist immediately, and he'd be lying if he said that it didn't turn him on. Before going back to him, you rummaged through your closet and pulled out a box in which the ropes you had previously bought were in. Xavier was watching your every move and you could feel his lustful gaze.

You carelessly dropped the ropes on your bed and got yourself comfortable in Xavier's lap. He raised his body to meet yours and kissed you again, this time it was a lot more passionate. Your mouth slowly opened up, enjoying the feeling of his tongue against yours. He didn’t notice it, but you had placed a hand on his neck, slowly moving it upward to grab a fistful of his hair and roughly pull on it. Xavier couldn't contain himself anymore and let out a low moan.

You smiled into the kiss and let your hands wander lower down his body, to the hem of the shirt, your shirt, that he'd been wearing, and helped him out of it. He let out a groan as the cold night air collided with his naked torso. You instructed him to move up against the headboard. Before you did anything, you reminded him of the safe words, green for go, yellow for pause, and red for immediate stopping.

After making sure he was comfortable, and you had scissors on your nightstand, you began to tie up his hands with the soft rope, carefully, not to restrict blood flow. While you were focused on the task at hand, Xavier began placing kisses on your neck. You yanked his hands back to tie them to the headboard, making his back hit the mattress again. He was slightly panting, his eyes full of want and need. You admired the sight before you, it wasn't a thing you see every day, but you already had the picture engraved in your mind. You lowered your head so you could kiss him again, your lips moving in sync. When you lifted your head, he whined at the loss of contact, but you were already moving lower, starting to attack his neck with hickeys that would be visible for a week at least. Xavier moaned softly when you found that one spot that felt the best and continued your work there. You were so caught up in the moment you almost didn't hear the two knocks on your door. You chose to ignore them, hoping the person would go away, but they didn't and continued knocking. ''For fucks sake,'' you whispered, annoyed at whoever was standing outside your dorm. What made you freeze in your place was the new principal's voice.

''Turn that music down. I have received complaints about the noise from other students,'' She tried to shout over the Deftones song playing in the background. You cleared your throat and yelled '' Sorry, I'll turn it down.'' ''You better, and if I hear another complaint about it, I'll make sure you can't play that music at all.'' She hollered, irritated since it wasn't the first time you'd done this.

You made your way to the speaker and turned the music down a little bit, so it wasn't too loud, but loud enough. ''Now, where were we?'' You turned to Xavier, still tied up on your bed, watching you, lips slightly parted, waiting for your next move.

[jackietorrance]

Wedding

Y/n: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Wednesday: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Wednesday: …

Y/n: You mean ring bearER, right?

Wednesday: …

Y/n: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

[jangofettjamz]

Unlovable Child

Jenna Ortega x Autistic!Male!Reader

Warnings: Child abuse

2nd Person POV

"I'm going out of town for a week to see my parents" you tell Jenna. The two of you were snuggled up together on the couch, binge watching The Mandalorian on Disney+.

"Oh, do you want some company?" Jenna offered to which you shook your head no. Your parents wasn't exactly the gold standard when it comes to parenting, in fact they'd probably win an award as being one of the worst.

You've never discussed your parents with Jenna because of this, not wanting her to be involved with them due to their toxic nature. You feared that exposing them to her would only cause more trouble than its worth.

"You sure you don't want me to come with? I can--"

"No no you really don't have to" you said, cutting her off a little too quickly to go unnoticed. She gave you a look of suspicion, knowing there was likely some underlying tension between your parents and you.

You tried to put her at ease "I-I mean... they haven't seen me for a while... I wouldn't want to overwhelm them by introducing you to them... y'know given your fame and all. No offence"

Your stuttering and lack of a believable reason wasn't enough to ease Jenna's growing concern for you, but she smiled anyway, which in turn made you smile. You knew she wasn't convinced.

She pulled you in closer, making sure you were nestled into her chest. She had a feeling deep down that you were keeping something from; something terrible. Anxiousness flooded her nervous system, making her rethink about letting you go.

Her heartbeat quickened because of this, something you caught by having your head on her chest. "Jenna? Are you okay?" You asked.

She looked at you and smiled to put you at ease "Everything's fine, sweet boy. Everything's okay." She reassured, kissing your forehead to ease your worries.

But it wasn't her you were worried about, it was meeting your parents for the first time in years. The last time you spoke to your parents was 2 years prior, just before you moved out for your new job, just before you met Jenna for the first time. It didn't exactly end on the greatest of terms.

You parents were vile; abelists who took pleasure in calling you the most horrid of insults for their own sick pleasure. It made them feel better about themselves, like they were superior. They were never proud of you, even though your academics should make them so. They could never be proud of someone like you, someone who was autistic.

Of course, with many dysfunctional households come with their fair share of physical abuse, which in your case was fairly common place. The slightest of mistakes ended in severe punishment, that being knocking a drink over, talking to loudly .etc.

You were deemed a failure in the eyes of your parents despite everything you've accomplished in school, your well paying job; it meant nothing. You were never good enough for them. You were simply too much of a "spaz" to love. You were nothing to them, only when money was an issue were you of any use.

You held Jenna a little tighter just think about this. Painful memories from your past flashed through your mind, reminding you of the awful people they were.

But you maybe they had changed, maybe they realised the error of their ways, you naively thought to yourself, only setting yourself up for a meeting that would inevitably send you crashing down.

But you had to believe. "They have changed. Of course they changed, they only said and did all that stuff to make me into the man I am today. They love me. Don't they?"

- 1 day later

Jenna was on the phone with her director discussing filming dates. She was currently working multiple films at once and needed to negotiate dates so that it wouldn't impede on her schedule.

You always admired how she could do so many films at once, though, you wished she would take a break sometimes as it can tire her out.

Jenna's phone call was immediately interrupted by the sound of the door opening revealing your figure. "Mark I'm gonna have to call you back" she hangs up the phone, confused as to why you were back 6 days earlier than anticipated.

You were wearing sunglasses, unusual considering the weather outside was quite gloomy. Perhaps you just felt like wearing them, she thought to herself.

"Hi, baby boy." She kisses your cheek, but noticed that it looked awfully red and... swollen? "You're back early. Did everything go okay down there?" Jenna asked to which you nodded with a smile, albeit a dishonest smile.

"Yeah everything went great, just gad to cut the trip short because they were busy and stuff. My parents are busy people after all" you say in a somewhat cheery tone. The swollen part of your face was pulsing, as though the nerve endings in your face had been set alight.

Jenna continued to examine your face, still finding it strange that you haven't taken off your shades yet. "Wait, he wasn't even wearing shades when he left. Why was he wearing them now?" She thought, trying to ascertain the situation.

She noticed your hands were shaking; odd considering you were always calm around her most of the time and it wasn't cold indoors because of the heating. One of your arms was holding your stomach too.

All this information, combined with the fact that your back 6 days ahead of schedule is enough to tell Jenna that something was very very wrong.

"Hey babe can you take off those glasses for me? I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours." She asked sweetly, forceful was not the right approach. You looked at her, trying to strum up a lame excuse not to oblige.

"No!" He exclaims, catching Jenna off guard. You quickly try to come up with a better excuse. "I mean i-it's really bright in here Jenna, my eyes are kinda tired from driving, y'know" you play off terribly, adding a smile to try and convince otherwise.

Jenna isn't buying it, you know this. She's too smart. "Y/N your face is bright red, and swollen" His smile quickly drops. "Your hands are shaking too, and I can see a cut behind your hair. You and I both know it isn't cold in here and that cut is recent too." She exhales sadly, turning her attention too your stomach "You're holding you're stomach babe, like you're in pain. What happened over there?"

You panic, you knew she wasn't an idiot but you can't bare to let her find out about your parents, about your past. It was too embarrassing, she'd surely leave you for not being man enough to fight back. That what your father had conditioned you to believe, that you weren't a real man because of your condition, that you were sub-human.

"I-I d-dont--" "let me see your eyes, my love" bowing your head in defeat, you allowed Jenna to remove your shades, the sight horrified her, sending shivers down to the deepest depths of her soul. She gasped, her hands covering her mouth as you she saw the damage.

A massive purple bruise covered your right eye, the eye itself was completely red. The area around the eye was completely swollen too. The left eye was also bruised, not as bad but still bruised nonetheless.

Anger bubbled within Jenna, the prospect of someone hurting her baby was sickening to her, she knoew this had to be your parent's doing. "They did this to you, didn't they"

"W-what no! They would never do this to me. My family love me, Jenna. They do" you tried convince her, you tried to convince yourself mostly. Tears pricked at your eyes, stinging even more due to the beating you took.

"Honey... why would they do this to you? What happened?" She asked gently with a tinge of sadness in her tone. You couldn't keep up with the lie any longer.

You took a deep breath. You wanted to tell her what happened, tell her about the desperation you felt when your father's belt connected with your back. How your mother held you down as he did it, beating and beating and beating you for being the spaz who disappointed his parents just by looking at him. She held your hands "It's okay. It's just me. Just Jenna"

A single tear fell down your cheek causing Jenna to wipe it away. "They wanted money..." you started, taking a deep breath before continuing "They wanted money that were apparently "owed" for not getting rid of me. I said no, and I'm sure you can imagine how they reacted to that. They beat me, Jenna. They both did. I couldn't stop them, I tried as hard as I could but they kept..." you sniffled, holding back what would have been a giant sob.

"They kept pummelling me with the belt, punching me in the stomach. Mom held me down and I couldn't anything. They said I was unlovable... I'm unlovable, Jenna!" He broke down completely, falling onto his knees. Your emotions that you'd been holding since you left your parents had escaped, the dull pain now fresh again.

Jenna lifted the back of your shirt to find the purple lashes that layed there, where your father had taken out his anger with the belt. She immediately held you, her own eyes tearing up at your broken state. You clung to her like a lifeline.

"Shhhh, its okay baby. You're safe now. You're safe with me again." He whales in anguish and pain, his sobs became louder as each one left his mouth.

"Jen it hurts" you said like a scared child, exactly what you were at your parent's house.

Upon hearing this Jenna decided it was best for you to lay down on your side to avoid laying on your lashed back. "Come on, honey let's lay you on the couch. Lay on your side for me, my sweet." You did as instructed.

She lifted up your top to see the bruises on your stomach, purple and still fresh. She was going to annihilate your parents, but that comes later. "I'm gonna go get an ice pack, then we're taking you to the hospital"

"No! No! Please no doctors!" You pleaded

She knelt down and stroked your hair to out you at ease as best she could "Shh shh shh, don't think about that now okay. Let me go get an ice pack for your stomach. I'll be right back." She left quickly for the ice, returning as quickly as she left.

She lifted up your shirt and let you get ready for the ice. "On three. One. Two. Three." She presses the ice to your abdomen, the cooling sensation soothed the pain little by little bringing you great relief. "Good boy baby, you being so brave for me" she cooed, kissing the top of his head.

She held the ice pack as you writhed in pain on the couch. Her free hand alternates between rubbing your arm and combing through your hair. She placed little kisses on your swollen cheek, not hurting at all when she did.

The recollection of events that played in your mind caused you to cry again. Jenna brought your head into her neck as she held you close, her skin absorbing most of the tears. "Oh baby, please don't cry. You're not unlovable. You're my very beautiful boy who I love so very very much. They don't deserve you."

You held onto her tight, thinking how lucky you were to have such a wonderful woman in your life. Your parents would've definitely said you didn't deserve her, and maybe you didn't. But that didn't detract from how much you loved her, and appreciated her.

"I love you, Y/N. I love you with every fibre of my being" hearing this made you smile out of pure gratitude and love.

"I love you too, Jenna" you say, voice still wobbly from crying. You pulled your head from the crook of her neck and the two of you just smile at each other, you took in the beauty of her face while Jenna gazed upon your battered one. She pulls you in for a gentle kiss, a long kiss that you desperately needed.

"Bubs we do need to get your tummy looked at. We'll call my mom to have a look at you, but we may need to go to the hospital if it's bad. We can do all that tomorrow though, just rest in my arms for now. Can you do that for me?" You nodded your head "I won't let them get away with this Y/N. Mark my words they're finished."

You'd never seen Jenna this angry, but it brought a strange sense of reassurance, like everything was going to be okay. "Can we watch a movie? I wanna take my mind off of this"

"Of course we can, bubs. What do you wanna watch? Empire strikes back?" She asked, knowing how much you loved that movie. You nodded making her smile and kiss you again.

She layed down next to you, inviting you to curl up next to her and lay your head on her chest. "You're not unlovable, flower. You're a very loveable and amazing person." You smile at her words, Jenna loved you very much and today was evidence of that.

She cradles your body in her arms, still feeling you tremble from everything that has happened. It would be a long road to you heal from this but she'd be with you the whole way there.

She gently rocks you while you watch the film, the sight of Darth Vader igniting your child-like love that Jenna adored.

"Hey bubs, promise you'll never think yourself as unlovable. Promise me that my love."

"I promise." You say, even though you still didn't fully believe it. Your parents words still hurt.

"Good boy. My special beautiful boy"

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Baby Addams.

Pairing: MaleWednesday x reader.

Warning: Mention of kidnapping, Mention of forced marriage, pregnancy, Yandere Male Wednesday. Gomez and Morticia from 1991. (poor transition Spanish and Italian) If you speak any of these languages feel free to correct me nicely thank you.

Summary: You were Wednesday's wife, with a baby on the way. (sorry summary sucks)

A/n: This is inspired by the story Yandere male Wednesday , by @teresalace I asked her permission so yea. Check out the story.

Three years, since you met Wednesday, Three years, since he took you away from everything you knew, Three years since you were married into the Addams family, and finally Wednesday had got what he wanted like he always did. You were pregnant, carrying a new addition to your husband's family. Gomez and Morticia were overjoyed about the news.

It was a dim, gloomy morning, and the massive black blanket lay on your growing stomach "Mi alma, wake up." a monotone voice whispered in your ear as you slowly opened your eyes, his plump lips kissed your shoulder, tracing down your arm to your wedding ring, sweet nothing whisper in Italian in Wednesday's normal deadpan voice "My parents are coming." he said getting out of the king bed.

You sighed and sat up as best as you can with a six-month baby bump, the room was dark in aesthetic and semi-normal, with hints of white and a little red amongst the black. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was the large custom guillotine that hung above the bed, which luckily was unable to move, You had to convince and seduce Wednesday for that to happen.

Getting up from bed was somewhat difficult, but you managed to waddle to your shared walking closet, black and bright, warm colors were separated down the middle of the metal bar. You quickly showered and threw on a blue maternity dress, earrings to match, and a necklace. The walk downstairs was a little hard even when Wednesday helped, your home was gothic victorian style like your in-laws but less big. Swords, old timely guns, and torture devices littered the walls as while as mirrors, the rugs were dead animals. The furniture was you guessed black and white with red, and some armor and statues stood around the living room.

You both headed to the kitchen, It was a modern kitchen that your husband allowed you to decorate the only rule? It had to be in his aesthetic which you took. Wednesday leads you to the kitchen island and helped you onto the dark wooden counter stool "Good morning Wednesday" you smiled at him tiredly ready to break the silence "Yes, it is quite a bad morning today." he hummed and sat a glass of water down in front of you and began to make you breakfast. Despite being tricked into this marriage he was a good husband dare you say the best, Yes his..well him, he never made you feel unloved and was surprisingly romantic. The apple didn't fall that far from the tree, though he wasn't over-expressive with his displays of affection. A loud shriek rang out making you jump "I hate that doorbell." you whispered as took a bit of your breakfast that he put down. "I will get it, Mi Alma" he walked out of the kitchen to the front door, Wednesday inhaled, and opened the door. His dad held a brown box and his mother smiled at him "Our boy." She cooed, opening her arms in a grand gesture "Mother, Father. It is a displeasure to see you." Wednesday acknowledged looking boredly between his parents then sharply turned and walked back to the kitchen, Gomez and Morticia headed to the living room the door eerily closing behind them.

You swallowed the last bit of food when Wednesday walked in "Come." he offered his arm, you locked your arm his and hopped off the stool.

"There's the woman who stole our son's black, dead heart and hunts his every tortured thought!" Gomez exclaimed loudly as you walked into the living room, earning a threatening "Father." from Wednesday which Gomez ignored. "Hello dear." Morticia gracefully walked to you, almost appearing to be floating "How far along now?" She asked smiling at you "Six mouths." You smiled back "We wanted to give you this." She looked back at Gomez who held up the box "Shell we look through it together?" She asked pulling you away from Wednesday and to the floor where Gomez sat the box. Morticia opened it and took out stuff one by one "Here's Wednesday Teddy when he was just a little boy." She cooed and passed you a black teddy with stitches, the head ripped off "Cute.." you grimace, sitting it beside you. She pulled out kid-sized knives and swords "Oh this was his favorite toy!" She pulls out a toy guillotine, big enough to chop off a finger or a Barbie's head. 'So the obsession started during childhood. great.' you stared at it hopelessly.

"Son." Gomez touched Wednesday's shoulder both of them watching their wives interact with each other one with joy and the other hiding her disdain poorly. Gomez only got a side-eye look from his son, letting his father know he was listening, eyes back onto you "Let's talk." Gomez pat Wednesday's back and walked across the living to the hallway. Wednesday huffed and walked out.

"What do you so desperately need to talk about?" Wednesday stared his father down, wanting to be back within your essence "Son..are you sure she's the one for you? She doesn't scream...Addams material." "Are you saying you disapprove of her?" "Not exactly-" "Because if you are," Wednesday took a step closer to the older Addams "You will never see me or my children. She is my every soul, she cut open my heart and made me bleed for her. I would walk through heaven and back to please her. I would kill for her," his eyes narrowed "Even if it means you." a pregnant silence fell upon the two. If it was a cartoon you would be able to see a row of dots typing above their heads. Gomez grinned and shook his son back and foe "You have truly found your own Morticia!" he laughed, swung his arm around the tensed Wednesday and walked back into the room.

You yawned as laid back into the bed, your in-laws stayed until the dark of the night arrived. Though weird they were a joy to be around, the love they shared, you had wished for since you were little you had got it from a man who rarely showed emotion but love doesn't have to be over the top, love could be quiet yet meaningful and coming from someone like your husband. It was more special.

"Are you ready Mi alma?" Wednesday asked, pulling you into his embrace, his chin resting on your head, you tried nodded as the lights of the room were turned off by themselves, in the stillness of the dark and at the edge of sleep you whispered a "Te amo." Wednesday allows his lips to curl upward just a bit in the safety of the night "Ti amo"

Transition

Mi alma.

My soul.

Te amo.

I love you.

Ti amo.

I love you in Italian.

[teaaagan]

No

Yoko: Wednesday, can you...? 

Wednesday: No, sorry. I'm busy

Y/N: *walks into the room* Wends, can you...?

Wednesday: Yes, of course

Yoko: You have got be kidding me!

Enid: Seriously?! What did you expect? wednesday is physically unable to say 'No' to Y/N

[xer-melody]

A Worshiper of Magic (For a Date) Part 2

Wednesday Addams x male!witch!reader

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Warning: Passing out, my god awful music taste at the beginning of every fic

Words: 1,338

Summary: Wednesday has a vision in your room, once she wakes up she realizes that she needs to have a little conversation with her roommate.

(A/n: This was originally longer but I split it in half so it didn’t seem too chaotic or feel like an information overload.)

This was all kinds of strange. You figured Wednesday was psychic, she lived in Ophelia hall after all, but you really didn't expect her to suddenly have a vision in your room (as though you hadn't passed out in hers). The moment you saw her knees buckle you leaped after her, catching her a moment before she hit the ground, a sharp pain shooting through your chest as you picked her up. Carrying and dropping her down on your bed, just as she’d done you.

She’ll wake up when the vision is over, or at least she should. You watched her for a second, then with a sigh, walked over to your desk again, pulling out a second teacup for her from one of the drawers. You set it down and filled it with the same tea you'd been drinking.

She woke up 6 minutes later, you wouldn't even have noticed with how quiet she was, if it weren't for you seeing her sit up stiffly out of the corner of your eye, she probably would have scared the shit out of you.

“Hey,” you said, grabbing the teacup from before and walking over to her, “You passed out a little bit.”

She looked up at you, completely unamused, then took the teacup from your hands, seemingly unaffected by the heat coming from the streaming cup.

“What's in it?”

“Ash-leaved willow and a bit of doremaze.”

She hummed before taking a sip.

“Shame, I would have enjoyed a bit of belladonna.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I’m not taking those murder charges..”

“Not necessarily, I've developed immunity to them, one or two wouldn't hurt me”

She finished her tea and stood, handing you the cup.

“I'll remember that next time..”

She didn't say a word as she walked past you, but you swear you could see her watching you from the corner of her eye as she passed.

She hesitated to touch the doorknob again, but she did, and nothing happened.

“Thank you, y/n, we should do this again..”

And then she was gone.

Wednesday walked into her dorm, a rain cloud practically visible above her head, more so than usual.

Enid, who was sitting on her bed with Thing, looked up with a smile, then noticed Wednesday’s decrepit demeanor and her face dropped to one of concern.

“Wednesday, what's wrong?”

Hopping up, Enid walked over to Wednesday and dragged her over to her bed, making her sit down on the flurry of brightly colored blankets and pillows.

“You are self-proclaimed my best friend, right?”

Enid had to stop herself from smiling.

“Yes,” she said, but it came out with the slightest of squeals.

“And that means if I confide in you, you aren't allowed to tell anyone?”

“Yeah, yes, of course.”

“Good, I need your advice on something.”

That's a first, but after Enid called her out a few weeks ago Wednesday has been acting more ‘friendly’ (in her own way).

“I was returning Y/n’s tie when I had a vision. It was… different from my other ones. So far they've all been about the murders, but this one wasn't.”

She stopped, an expression that Enid had learned to read as frustration on Wednesday's face.

“Oh..good different or bad different?”

Wednesday paused, thinking for a moment.

“I don't know.”

The vision was strikingly similar to real life. The same mild afternoon light shining through your window, the same overt silence that enveloped your room, the same two tea cups sitting on your desk. The only difference, which became so unmistakably clear to her, was you.

You weren't standing by the bed as you were when she attempted to leave, you weren't dressed in the school uniform, and you weren't holding onto a bloodied tie.

No, now you were standing barely a foot away from her, you wore a pair of black and white plaid pajama pants and a tired look on your face you arns wrapped loosely around her.

She turned away from you, taking a moment to think. You took that moment to lower yourself to lay your head on hers.

“No class today..” you mumbled in a slightly grumbly voice, your tiredness still evident in it, “..stay with me.”

Wednesday doesn't get flustered, it doesn't happen, but your words and proximity made her feel something akin to it. She pushed down this new feeling, instead she tried to focus on what this meant, she wouldn't be being shown this if it wasn't important in some way.

You pull her back, closer to you, and her hand slips from the doorknob.

She didn't move when you pressed a kiss on the top of her head, then onto her cheek. Her little, black heart almost skipped a beat at the display. Almost instinctively, her hands found yours and you intertwined them.

After being silent for an inappropriate amount of time, she answered you.

“Fine..”

She could practically feel you beaming. Unexpectedly, your arms tightened around her waist and her feet were off the ground a second later.

Wednesday didn't like being carried, but this felt…fine.

A minute later you were both sitting on your bed together, you’d become occupied with a spell book, and the book she held, the book you'd handed her, was a murder mystery novel from the 1800s. She'd heard of it before, but it was a rare book, having been burned for its crudeness and blatant anti-authoritarian themes, and she had never been able to get her hands on it.

Now, well, in the future, she had it, and based on the distinctive black book mark sticking out of the top, she’s already read most of it.

She opens the first page, and there's a little white card inside with dark writing on it.

‘Te Amo - Y/n’

She glanced up at you, still reading your own book, and something that should have been obvious from the start finally sunk in. You were… dating, you and her, for how long she doesn’t know but if you're finding rare books and telling her that you love her, it must have been for a while.

She couldn’t help but admit to herself how nice this would be. A calm day in with the person who, apparently, loves her.

She didn’t consider herself a romantic person, she didn’t usually enjoy the concept of being in a relationship. But this felt comfortable in a way that made her want to recoil from this vision entirely. Glancing down at the book, then back at you, she opened her mouth to say something, anything-

And then she woke up.

Almost in the exact same place as where she just was. Forcing herself to sit up she look across the room and saw you, and you saw her two, bringing a steaming tea cup over with a small smile and a joke. A short conversation later she left. Even though, deep down, she wanted to stay just a bit longer.

And now Enid sat in front of her, mouth agape but the edges of her lips curled into a smile.

“Wednesday!” she squealed.

Her love-obsessed roommate hugged her, squeezing her in her excited embrace.

When Wednesday was able to pull back she said, “I feel like I'm going to throw up..”

“You're just nervous. I mean, most people don't get to see a future where they have a loving boyfriend.”

Wednesday scowled, “He's not my boyfriend, it was just a vision, doesn't mean it will come true.”

Enid gave her a look.

“Do you want it to come true? I mean he's cute, and he's a witch and that seems right up your alley.” she said with a smile, “Aww, you two can have little seance dates and summon the dead together, how cute!”

Despite how nice a seance sounded, Wednesday shrugged her off.

“I have work to do,” she stood from Enid’s bed, but turned to face her for a second, “you tell anyone about this, and I'll sew your mouth shut.”

Enid just grinned at her.

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WEDNESDAY - Masterlist - 23.06.2023

Request! -from @tundra1029

Wednesday's bestie, [part two], [part three]

"I'm a witch, Addams."

Send requests if you want!

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

Y/n and Wednesday sit on the rooftop as their piano-cello duet concludes.

Wednesday: You have certainly improved L/n.

Y/n (chuckles): Not too bad yourself, Addams.

Enid: Are you guys finally done? I'm trying to sleep!

Her roommate, Enid, walked out clearly tired.

Y/n: Maybe we should start doing our duets in my dorm.

Wednesday: Perhaps. Until tomorrow night, my love.

The two of you stood up as Wednesday picked up her cello and walked inside her dorm room with Enid following her. As you left, you heard her ask,

Enid: How did you even get a piano on the balcony?

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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

[ornii]

You’re An Idiot (My Idiot)

(Y/n): Okay, so when the baby is born, we make a makeshift space ship and put it in the middle of the woods, then you take a Polaroid picture of me taking him out the spaceship and like in 12 years when he finds it. We’ll stand behind him all dramatic like, “it’s about time we told you the truth.”

Wednesday: Why would we do this?

(Y/n): Because it’s hilarious!

Wednesday: It’s stupid, You’re an Idiot.

(Y/n): Well, you’re probably even dumber than me.

Wednesday: And what would bring you to that conclusion?

(Y/n): I mean you’re dumb enough to let me swoon you and get you pregnant…

Wednesday: *Stunned Realization* …. Touché.