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Is it possible for some angst between r and mabel and a make up or make out scene like the car scene in the movie??

Sure!

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Will there be angst between mabel and r later on?

Yup 🫣 But only a little…

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Just A Nobody - Part 7 | Mabel

Pairing: Mabel x reader

Warnings: mentions of substance abuse and drugs

Summary: You never wanted to return to New Bedford, but when your dad relapses, you’re forced to go back for the summer and work to earn some money to pay for his rehab.

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A hundred thousand dollar fine. That's how much Tom has to pay for his father's site.

When Charlie called me after the hearing yesterday, I felt sick.

How on earth is Tom supposed to get his hands on that much money?I offered to help raise it, even though I'm in deep shit because of my dad's hospital bills, but Charlie shut that idea down immediately.

He said Tom was taking full responsibility and that it wasn't up to me to help.

I'm still part of the crew, though, so when Charlie called for a meeting this morning, I texted Karen that I wouldn't be able to make it to the café for my shift.

Now I'm sitting in my dad's truck on a gravel road, surrounded by grass fields and abandoned wooden shacks, watching the gray clouds pass overhead.

There's a light drizzle in the air, and it's colder than usual for this time of year. I silently curse the old truck for not having a working heater.

I check my phone. I'm still a few minutes early.

Crossing my arms over the steering wheel, I rest my forehead against them and close my eyes.

It's quiet, except for the wind howling now and then, and I bury myself deeper into my hoodie.

Since cancelling my date with Mabel three days ago, I've been working relentlessly.

Café in the mornings, docks in the afternoons.

Every night, I drive into the city to see my dad, even though I'm bone tired.

He hasn't shown any signs of improvement.

Henry, the nurse who tried to reassure me the day he was brought in, keeps telling me my dad just needs time, but every time I see him, intubated and unconscious, my hope dwindles.

The only thing that's kept me from spiraling these past few days is Mabel.

She's shown up at the café every morning without fail, distracting me with talk about her application and making me help her with her essay during my breaks.

She submitted her application yesterday, and Karen encouraged us to celebrate with two blueberry muffins on the house.

I haven't told her about the fine yet.

I haven't seen her since Charlie called, and I didn't want to text or call.

That isn't something you tell someone over the phone.

I look up when I hear tires crunching on the gravel and sit up, surprised, when I see Mabel's red VW Golf approaching in the rear view mirror.

The car comes to a stop behind me, and if I wasn't surprised before, I sure as hell am now when not only Mabel, but also  Charlie steps out of the car.

I frown and sit up a little straighter, unlocking the truck. Mabel climbs into the passenger seat and Charlie gets into the back, lowering his hood and running a hand over his buzz cut. 

“I–Hmm–” Mabel pecks me on the lips– “What’s going on, guys? What are you doing here?” 

That last part is directed at Mabel who moves closer and takes my hand in hers, lacing our fingers together. Just like at the café a couple of days ago, I’m a little surprised by her public display of affection. If she’s comfortable with it though, I don’t mind. Also, right now there are more important things to worry about.

Charlie, who seemingly doesn’t mind the PDA either, leans forward and rests his forearms on the backrest of Mabel’s and my old leather seats.

“I asked her to come,” he explains. 

“Why?” I shoot Mabel an appeasing smile, adding, “No offence.”

She squeezes my hand and shakes her head softly. “None taken.”

I have to admit, even in just a black zip up hoodie and jean shorts that are definitely not appropriate for the weather, she looks amazing. Her lightly smudged eyeliner and messy bun also make my heart flutter. 

“So? Why’d you call for this meeting? And why are we in the middle of nowhere?” I ask again despite being captivated by her. I have to force myself to also look at Charlie who’s looking between us with a knowing grin. 

He goes to say something when Tom’s pickup truck comes speeding down the gravel way. He passes us, turns around, and then drives up next to us. He rolls down his window, so I do the same, waving at Costa in the passenger seat. Nunes and Skeemo are also with them, I realize a moment later when the back windows of his truck roll down, revealing the two.

The back windows of my old truck don’t roll down, so Charlie leans forward even more, revealing himself to his brother and the rest of the crew.

“You found these drug guys? You brokered the deal?” Tom snaps, unprompted. His eyes are on Mabel and I realize he’s fuming. His face is completely emotionless, but a muscle in his jaw flickers. 

Drug guys? Deal?

I glance at Mabel, more confused than ever, but she’s not looking at me. Her face is tight, and her eyes are fixed on Tom. “Yeah. My mom knows them.”

“Yeah, she says it’s cool,” Charlie chimes in with a smile, either unaware to the tension or just not caring. 

“Oh, so I’m to believe a convicted, drug-dealing felon that it’s cool. I feel so much better now,” Tom deadpans which makes Charlie sigh and drop his smile.

I still haven’t been told what the hell is going on, but I don’t think I need anyone to spell it out for me anymore at this point. My brain is putting two and two together.

Charlie told Mabel about the fine and now the two of them have organised some kind of drug deal to pay it off. A fucking drug deal.

No.

No.

Why didn’t she tell me Charlie told her about the fine? Why didn’t they tell me about the deal?

I mean, yes, I’m finding out about it now, but how long have they been planning this? How long have they been keeping this from me? Also, how come even Tom knew before me? It’s obvious he knew before he even rolled down his window. 

“Listen, if you’re not interested, they’re gonna find somebody who is,” Mabel says, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

I suddenly feel like letting go of her hand, but I don’t. Not because I can’t but because her absentminded hold is a little too tight to be casual, and if I forced my hand back, it definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed and the situation is tense enough as it is. 

“Was that a threat?” Tom challenges and I feel Mabel’s hand twitch.  I glance at her again, but she’s still not looking at me, holding Tom’s gaze.

“No. I’m just saying they wanna do business. So whether that’s with us or whoever, it really doesn’t matter.”

I hate this.

I knew Mabel was involved in the drug scene, but with how things have been going between us and me worrying about my dad and making ends meet, I kinda forgot about it.

She said she wants out. She said she wants a new life and I know she’s only trying to help, but seeing her seemingly so in her element…

I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.

And the fact that I’m only now finding out about it…

Tom considers Mabel and Charlie for a second, the muscle in his jaw twitching again. Then he asks, “How does it work?” and that’s that. He wants to do it. 

I feel my chest tighten but stay quiet. 

“They wanna meet at Supreme Donuts in an hour,” Mabel explains.

Tom nods and shares a look with Costa before nodding. Nunes and Skeemo high five each other and Charlie grins.

Mabel doesn’t smile, but she exhales quietly, almost as if relieved, while I swallow thickly.

Tom drives off with the rest of the crew, leaving Charlie, Mabel and me behind.

I roll the window back up and stare at the steering wheel.

Charlie sits back and yawns, mumbling, “Well that went better than expected.”

Mabel hums in agreement. “Mhmm. For a second there I thought your brother wanted to rip my head off.”

“Ha, yeah. He gets that look about him sometimes.” Charlie laughs. “But he’s all bark and no bite.”

Mabel huffs and for a moment it’s quiet but then she squeezes my hand and asks, “Hey, you okay?”

I bite the inside of my cheek and glance at her. She looks slightly worried and I hate the way it tugs on my heart strings, but this whole drug deal? I can’t do it. 

I know what addiction can do to someone, so I want nothing to do with it. If that means I’m out of the crew, then so be it. 

“When did you guys set this up?” I ask quietly, meeting Charlie’s eyes in the rearview mirror for a second.

Mabel frowns. “What?”

I pry my hand out of her grip and bury it in my lap. “This–This drug deal?”

“Y/N–”

“No.” I cut Charlie off before looking at Mabel again. “He told you about the fine and you didn’t tell me?” I state rather than ask. 

Mabel’s gaze shifts from her now free hand up to meet my eyes, with hurt and something like betrayal flickering over her face. “You were busy and worrying about your dad, I didn’t want you to have to worry about anything else and–”

“What’s up with your dad?” Charlie buts in, leaning forward once more. 

I clench my jaw and Mabel’s eyes widen as she realizes Charlie didn’t know about my dad.

“Nothing,” I snap, making Charlie raise an eyebrow in doubt because obviously it’s not nothing.

“Come on, Y/N,” he says, “You know you can talk to me…”

He shares a look with Mabel that makes my stomach coil in anger. Not because I’m jealous or anything because it’s obvious there’s nothing going on between them but because it feels like they’re treating me like a child. I’m not a child, I haven’t been since I cleaned my dad’s vomit out of the bathtub at 13 and since I got my first job at 15.

“Oh please, don’t patronize me,” I say bitterly. “What’s going on with my dad is none of your business Charlie.”

He flinches a little, surprised, because I’ve never talked to him like this before. 

“Y/N-” Mabel starts softly, almost apologetically, but I cut her off with a raised hand.

“No, just–Stop!” 

All I can think about is my dad in the hospital, hooked up to tubes and wires, fighting for his life.

Mabel presses her lips into a thin line. She’s looking at me almost as if she doesn’t recognize me. 

“I can’t do this,” I say, averting my eyes. “The deal, the drugs… I’m out.”

“What, but the fine–?”

“I don’t give a fuck, Charlie. I don’t want anything to do with this.” I snap.

He cowers in the backseat like a kicked puppy, but Mabel shifts next to me and  when I glance at her I see the tightness in her face.

“We were just trying to help. I was just trying to help,” she defends and even though I know she doesn’t want to be involved in her mother’s world, she is and she set this deal up.

I thought I was fine with it, but right now, everything is just too much. 

I don’t say anything, but I don’t have to because Mabel seemingly knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“Wow. Okay. I see how it is.” She scoffs and gets out of the car, mumbling a fuck this right before slamming the door shut behind her. 

I’m breathing heavy and stare at the steering wheel. Charlie shifts awkwardly, and I know he’s dying to say something but in the end, he decides against it and gets out of the truck as well, wordlessly following Mabel to her Golf.

The two of them speed off together leaving me alone once again.

What did I just do? 

I’m no longer part of the crew, I probably messed up my friendship with Charlie and I lost Mabel.

Good job, Y/N. That’s how it’s done.

I blink back the tears burning in my eyes and start the engine.

It’s almost eleven and my shift down at the docks doesn’t start for another two hours, but I’m sure Dan won’t mind if I show up a little early. 

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Mabel is back! If it’s been too long for you (@idontliketoread2137 @yellowwallflowers) and you’re no longer interested in the story/want to be taken off the tag list, let me know 🤞

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Would you be willing to do a supergirl story? Your Lena story was just absolute cinema, I'd love to see what you could do for Kara

I’m super busy at the moment and low on inspiration but sure, why not? In the future though, not now.

Thanks btw 💕

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after what chapter should i read the christmas fic for wednesday?

It’s set after the entirety of Where Light Bends Wrong so maybe read that first lol

It technically can be read as a standalone though 🤞

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I miss Not My Commander😔

I’m sorry, but I don’t have any plans to continue it at the moment. ❤️‍🩹 Maybe in the future though…

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Merry Christmas | Wednesday Addams

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: After everything that’s happened, you follow through on your promise to spend Christmas with Wednesday and her family.

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I have no idea why I agreed to spend Christmas with the Addams's.

Besides Wednesday, I don't know any of them. I only met them that one time during Parents Weekend, and I'm not sure I made the best impression.

Besides, back then, Wednesday made it crystal clear to her parents that we aren't friends, so what will they think now that we're... together?

Are we together?

I don't know. We haven't made anything official yet, but we are soulbonded so...

Relax.

I stop looking at the landscape flying by outside the window and glance at Thing who's perched on the backseat of the Addams' hearse next to me.

Lurch picked me up from Nevermore two hours ago and while I was disappointed Wednesday wasn't with him, I was consoled by the fact that Thing was.

He explained that Wednesday had intended to come along, just like she'd said in her letter she sent a week ago, but that she'd been too occupied with a fight she had with her mother this morning to come along.

I asked Thing what it was about and he just kind of sighed, or whatever an appendages' equivalent to a sigh is, and signed I'd find out soon enough.

I'm pretty sure it has something to do with me, but there's no point in worrying over it. If they didn't want me at their Christmas, it would have been made abundantly clear.

It must be something else, but like I said, there's no point in dwelling on it.

Making a good impression however...

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little nervous," I admit quietly.

Thing climbs onto my leg and I meet Lurch's eye in the rearview mirror for a moment before looking back at Thing.

There's nothing to worry about. You died for Wednesday. That alone gives you Morticia and Gomez's approval, he taps.

I bite the inside of my cheek and nod. He's right, but I'm still nervous. Especially because I haven't seen Wednesday in two months since the semester ended early.

Most students went home, but the few of us who couldn't leave earlier than expected, or not at all in my case, were allowed to stay under the watchful eye of Coach Vlad.

We have written letters back and forth since she still refuses to use a phone, and things have been good between us, but still. I'm nervous to see her again.

Thing pats my knee in a consoling way and signs that we still have two hours to go, so I lean my head against the window and close my eyes.

A grunt makes me snap out of my daze and I open my eyes, realizing I must have fallen asleep because Lurch brings the hearse to a stop in front of a giant manor and kills the engine before getting out and opening the door for me.

Thing stretches, having also slept on my lap, and then shakes himself before jumping out and landing on the gravel driveway with a thump.

I get out of the hearse as well and gape at the manor.

It's three stories high, built from weathered grey stone, with steep gables, tall narrow windows, and walls covered in dormant, frost-laced ivy.

A thin layer of snow dusts everything from the roof to the windowsill and the stairs that lead up to the massive front door.

I expected it to be... darker if I'm honest, but then again, with the Addams' you can never know for sure what to expect.

I knew they had money, for example, but I didn't know they were this rich.

I move to grab my trunk fastened to the roof of the hearse, but Lurch beats me to it.

"Thanks." I reach for it when he sets it down with a grunt, prepared to carry it myself, but he lifts it onto his shoulder like it weighs nothing and turns and makes his way toward the manor. "I-Uh... Thank you."

Thing scuttles after him, and I swallow nervously before doing the same.

An icy wind bites at my cheeks and I'm quick to shove my hands into my jacket pockets right as the front door swings open, revealing Wednesday's father.

"Ah, Lurch. Finally."

The butler bows slightly and brushes past Mr. Addams, vanishing inside the manor with my trunk.

Thing taps my shoe encouragingly without Mr. Addams noticing before greeting him and hurrying into the warmth of the manor himself, leaving me all alone.

"H-Hello," I stutter, slightly intimidated by the deadpan expression on the man's face. "It's nice to see you again. Thank you for allowing me to spend Christmas with you and your family."

Mr. Addams' dark eyes take me in for a second longer before grinning suddenly and pulling me into a hug.

My eyes widen, but I hug him back, the angle of our embrace a little awkward because I'm quite a bit taller than him.

"Anyone who dares to speak their mind in front of my daughter and gets to walk away in one piece is welcome here," he says, which makes me choke in surprise.

How he knows I'm not afraid to disagree with or stand up to Wednesday, I'm not sure but I'm sure Thing has something to do with it.

"Also, you saved my little girl's life, losing your own, if only temporarily, in the process. That makes you family and 'Tish and I will forever be grateful to you."

He pulls back and I blink back the sting of tears behind my eyes. "I... Mr. Addams I don't know what to say," I admit, feeling a wave of emotion rush over me.

I haven't felt like being part of a family in a long time, and hearing someone say I'm part of theirs makes my heart ache.

My parents don't know what happened a few months ago, and neither does Lara. I refused to inform them since it's none of their business and I didn't want to scare Lara.

Coach Vlad also didn't even know who to contact because only Weems had their number and I wasn't about to give it to him.

"Then don't say anything. Also, call me Gomez. I'm sure 'Tish wouldn't mind being called by her first name either. Mrs. Addams is her mother and the devil knows she does not want to be associated with that woman," Mr. Addams says with a twinkle in his eyes, gesturing for me to come inside.

I exhale softly and offer a small smile before entering the manor. Unlike the outside, it's exactly as I imagined. Black wooden floors, candelabras with black candles everywhere and headless black roses in vases.

It smells faintly like smoke and sandalwood and my pendant heats up against my chest when I get a faint whiff of cedar wood as well.

Wednesday.

I unleash my powers a little and focus, smiling faintly when my ears pick up on her heartbeat somewhere in the house.

"Y/N."

My eyes snap up at the sound of Morticia Addams' sultry voice.

She's descending the grand, winding, black marble staircase to my right in a tight black dress and with a gentle smile playing on her lips.

Her eyes are as dark and piercing as Wednesday's and it takes everything in me to hold her gaze.

How on Earth I had the guts to stab Crackstone, but I'm unable to stay calm in the presence of my girlfriend's mother, I have no ideas.

Wait, girlfriend?! Wednesday isn't— We haven't talked about—

"It's good to see you again."

"You too. Thank you for having me," I reply quietly, nervously, trying my best to reciprocate her smile.

Almost as if sensing my nerves, she softens a little and touches my shoulder gently.

"You're very welcome. I hope the drive went well?"

"If by well you mean without incident, then yes. If by well you mean Lurch hitting a pedestrian and blowing up a gas station, then no."

I have no idea what prompted me to say that, but Morticia's eyes glint with delight and I see her sharing an amused look with Gomez.

"Hmm. What a shame," she chuckles softly. "Well then, I'm sure you'd like to freshen up before dinner. I've instructed Lurch to take your trunk to the guest room. It's upstairs, all the way down the hallway to the right."

I dip my chin in silent thanks and go to ask about Wednesday when Morticia seemingly reads my mind, adding, "Wednesday is in a bit of a mood at the moment. She and I got into a tiff earlier, so if you'd prefer to stay in one piece maybe don't go looking for her."

I cringe.

Yikes. So they really got into it...

"O-okay..."

"Don't worry, dear. I'm sure she'll be back to her old, broody self come dinner."

I smile gently, a little worried about Wednesday but also feeling a bit awkward about being caught in the middle of their family drama.

Morticia gestures for me to go ahead and go upstairs, so I do, feeling her and Gomez's eyes on me all the way until I'm out of sight.

I take in the house, impressed by the portraits on the wall and the ornate black carpets that swallow the sound of my footsteps.

From behind one of the doors I pass, I hear classical music and the tell-tale sound of someone hacking away at a typewriter, which makes me smile softly.

Heeding Morticia's warning, I don't dare to knock though. I simply continue walking until I reach the guest room.

I take in the massive bed with the satin sheets and the black drapes framing the floor-length windows.

The grounds outside are covered in the same dusting as snow as the house and driveway and I take a step closer to the window to admire the view.

Past the rolling meadows surrounding the manor I can make out a dark lake, half frozen over. It looks ominous, almost as if wanting to swallow you whole if you get near enough, so I make a mental note not to. I can also make out the edge of a pine forest in the distance and momentarily wonder how big the Addams' property really is. Then, I turn, grab some clean clothes from my trunk, and head to the ensuite bathroom to shower.

The door flies open and I whirl around with a start. I was just sorting through my trunk in search of a sweater to wear over my shirt.

"Wha—Oh. Hi..."

My heart warms at the sight of Wednesday stepping into the room and closing the door behind her with calm, calculated movements.

"I see Lurch didn't run the hearse off the road," she states, her dark eyes settling on me.

I feel a bit of tension radiating off her, so when I cross the room I do so tentatively and with a disarming smile that she doesn't reciprocate. "Was he supposed to?" I joke and much to my relief, the corner of her mouth actually quirks up.

"I have yet to decide," she says quietly when I stop right in front of her. There's still some tension in her shoulders and a crease between her eyebrows but the longer she looks up at me, the longer said tension fades.

Her eyes soften when I raise a challenging eyebrow and I take that as permission to step even closer, slowly bringing my hands up to touch her waist. "Is that so?"

She doesn't answer but blows a sharp breath out through her nose, almost as though trying not to laugh. Her face stays fairly neutral though, and she holds onto my forearms, keeping me from pulling away. Not that I would, mind you.

I realize this is the first time since Crackstone that I'm not seeing her in her school uniform and I take a moment to appreciate her oversized, black, cable knit sweater and cuffed, black jeans. She's also in socks, which is a sight I never thought I'd get to see. It makes her look soft, even though she's the exact opposite. Well, most of the time...

"Are you okay?" I ask quietly when she doesn't say anything for a couple moments. "Your mother—"

"I'm fine," she snaps, only for her eyes to widen in regret a split second later. "I didn't—"

"I know." I pull her closer and lift one of my hands to brush her bangs out of her eyes. "Parents can be—"

"Obnoxious? Self-serving? Wildly out of line?"

I chuckle and nod, lowering my hand once again to hold onto her waist. "Yeah..."

Wednesday sighs, her face softening again as her eyes dart between my eyes and my lips.

I watch her, waiting for her to move with bated breath.

She tightens her grip on my forearms and gets on her tip toes, meeting my eyes one for permission.

I nod, subtly, and close my eyes when she cups my cheeks and closes the distance between us.

It's a gentle kiss, her soft lips moving against mine slowly but surely. Despite it lacking any heat though, it still makes my stomach flip and I can't help the way my fingers curl around the fabric of her sweater.

When we break apart, she rests her forehead against mine and whispers, "Hi..."

I smile without opening my eyes, feeling the pendant around my neck pulse once, almost as if in recognition of my feeling whole again now that Wednesday and I are together once more.

Being apart for the last eight weeks really felt like torture and I realize now how dependent on her presence I've actually become.

"Hello again," I whisper before pecking her lips again. Then I pull back and open my eyes to see a dazed look on her face.

It makes me smile again and I can't help but kiss the top of her head once before wrapping her into a tight hug.

"How's your extended break been so far?" I ask resting my chin on the top of her head.

"Torture," she mumbles against my shoulder. "Just like this hug."

I actually laugh out loud but don't pull away because despite pretending to hate it, Wednesday actually tightens her arms around my neck.

"Sounds like fun." I whisper. I'm actually a little surprised she's tolerating this much physical contact, but then again, who knows how bad her soulbond induced withdrawal symptoms were over the last eight weeks.

I know is she won't be this touchy in front of her family, so I soak it all in while I can.

"I'm assuming Thing told you all about the fight I had with my mother?" she says after a few more moments of silence.

I pull back after leaving one final kiss on her forehead and lead her to the bed, taking a seat on the edge while she remains standing, her hand still in mine.

"No, actually. All he said was you two had a fight," I say, careful not to make it sound as though I'm pushing to know more about it.

"So he can keep his fingers still..." She chews on the inside of her cheek for a moment before sitting down next to me, keeping her eyes on our intertwined hands. She fidgets with my fingers, her black nail polish glinting in the low light. The sun began to set and it started snowing while I was in the shower which forcing me to turn on the small lamp on the bedside table in order to see something. I could have turned on the overhead lights, but I've always been a fan of smaller lights since they're not so bright and are easier on my sensitive eyes.

I know Wednesday wants to say something because she keeps fidgeting with my fingers, so I stay silent and take in her side profile, admiring her freckles for the umpteenth time.

"My mother is under the impression that she alone knows what's good for me and what I want," she admits finally, meeting my gaze.

I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate but a knock on the door makes her tense and stand up abruptly, putting some distance between us just as the door opens.

"Y/N I just wanted to let you know that dinner— Oh... Wednesday, darling. You're here." Morticia's eyes flicker between her daughter and me.

"Yes, mother. I'm here," Wednesday snaps, her voice cold and void of any emotion.

It's honestly a little impressive how she can switch between moods.

I still have no idea why she's being like this with her mother because yes, I know they've had a fight but I'm still no closer to knowing why than before.

Morticia sighs softly and simply directs her attention towards me. "As I was trying to say, dinner is ready."

"Thank you. We'll be right down," I say with a gentle smile.

She nods and leaves again, leaving the door slightly ajar as a silent reminder not to take too long.

I get up and grab the sweater I was looking for earlier from my trunk before turning to Wednesday who's still glaring at the door with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Come on, let's go eat. If you're still mad at the door later I'll help you break it down." I joke which makes her direct her glare at me and roll her eyes.

She follows me though and even links our pinkies together until we make it to the dining room where the rest of her family is already waiting for us.

I can't sleep. It's almost one in the morning and I'm standing in the Addams' dark living room with a glass of water in hand, watching the snowstorm outside through the big windows.

Dinner was fairly smooth save the dirty looks Wednesday threw her mother every now and then. Gomez kept me engaged in conversation about being an Ægiryn with Pugsley asking questions about my powers every now and then. Wednesday didn't say anything except when asking for some food to be passed to her.

Morticia was also fairly quiet, but I quickly realized it's just the way she is.

I hear the creak of a floorboard out in the foyer, making me tense, but then my ears hone in on a familiar heartbeat which makes me relax once more.

I don't stop watching the snowstorm until Wednesday brushes up against my side.

I look down to find her dressed in a matching set of black silk pajamas. I've seen it before when she came to my room the night I saved Thing after he was stabbed, so I'm not surprised by it. What I am surprised by however is her hair. For the first time ever it's open. No braids or braid, no ponytail or bun. It's gorgeous, framing her face with her bangs perfectly. It's also a tiny bit wavy because of her earlier braids and I can't help but smile at her because it makes her even softer than before.

I know commenting on it, even if it's to compliment her, would make her put it up again, so I don't say anything.

My smile alone makes her squirm the tiniest bit and avoid eye contact so I put an arm around her shoulders and pull her against my side. "Can't sleep either?"

"Mm-hmm." She wraps her arms around my waist and exhales against my collarbone.

It's baffling how physically affectionate she's been since I died and she brought me back, but I'm not complaining. I actually like it a lot, even if she only initiates it when we're alone.

We silently watch the snowstorm for a few moments before she sighs and whispers, "My mother suggested you sleep in my room with me."

"I... What?"

"Thing blabbed about our bond so she insisted."

To say I'm surprised would be an understatement. Morticia wants Wednesday and me to sleep in the same bed? I would have thought it would be the other way around...

So that's what they fought about.

I can't help but feel a twinge of hurt, considering they must have argued because Wednesday doesn't want to share a bed with me, but then Wednesday goes on, much quieter, "I was actually considering asking you when you got here, but the fact that she brought it up..."

I snort and pull her closer. "You didn't want to prove her right."

Wednesday's silence is all the confirmation I need and I roll my eyes fondly. Of course she couldn't ever let her mother think she was right, but then again, I'm sure it has to do with the fact that she doesn't want to be seen this soft and vulnerable by anyone but me too.

"For the record," I whisper, brushing a kiss to her temple. "I would have said yes."

Wednesday freezes for a moment before pulling back and looking at me with an unreadable expression. I smile softly and hold her gaze until she steps out of my embrace, wordlessly grabbing my hand and leading me out of the living room, through the foyer and up the stairs into her room.

I close the door behind us and let her lead me to bed, setting down my glass of water on her nightstand before letting her pull me into bed.

It's warm and smells like her, and I actually shiver when she tugs my arm around her waist so my chest is flush with her back.

Everything's happening so fast, I barely have any time to wrap my head around this sudden step up in physical closeness.

It seems as though Wednesday doesn't care about her mother or her reaction to potentially seeing us like this anymore, so I relax against her and brush my nose against the back of her neck.

It makes her squirm and I hear her heart skip a beat, which makes me smile all the way until I fall asleep.

I wake up to the feeling of being watched and open my eyes slowly. My heart flutters at the sight of Wednesday quickly averting her eyes when she realizes she's been caught and I'm quick to tighten my arm around her, whispering against the side of her head, "Like what you see?"

"Ask that again and you lose your tongue," she snaps. There's no real bite to her tone though, only embarrassment, so I roll my eyes and chuckle, closing my eyes again and settling back in.

Wednesday is draped over me, with her head resting on my chest and her arm thrown over my stomach.

If you'd told me Wednesday Addams could ever be this touchy after our first encounter, I would have had you committed. Now though... My dying and coming back must have really flipped a switch in her.

"Can I ask you something?" I mumble a moment later, trancing gentle circles on her back. It's clear  we're not going back to sleep but that we're going to stay in this moment a little longer.

"That depends entirely on what you want to know," she replies with a teasing edge to her voice that I haven't heard before.

"Okay then," I play along for a second before getting serious. "The bond... What does it feel like for you?"

Wednesday stills completed before lifting her head, prompting me to open my eyes to meet her gaze.

"Why?" she asks, her face blank.

I reach up and straighten her bangs out a little, also running my hand through her hair to tame it a little. "Dunno. Just curious, I guess."

Her eyes stay on me for a second longer before she lies back down, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper she admits, "It calms me... I can sense what you're feeling and every time you're close, I feel this profound sense of being whole."

I take a moment to let it sink in before kissing the top of her head. "Thank you for telling me. I know you don't usually do feelings, so..."

"Bring it up again and I'll make you regret it," she retorts which makes me snort.

"Got it." A beat. Then, "Just so you know, it's the same for me, by the way. Every time you're near, I feel like I can breathe easier."

I expect another sarcastic remark, but surprisingly, Wednesday stays silent.

That is until another thought crosses my mind and I ask, "I've been meaning to ask you since I got here...What did you tell your parents about us? What we are, I mean?"

She shifts and sits up with a sigh, turning to look at me. "I didn't tell them anything."

I frown, a little hurt.

She clocks it instantly. "What?"

I shake my head and sit up myself. It's obvious she's not ready to have the what-are-we talk yet. "Nothing."

I push the comforter off and turn, swinging my legs out of bed. Before I can get up though she grabs my elbow and shuffles over the bed until she's sitting on the edge next to me. "No. What is it? You don't get to just ice me out like that."

I sigh and run a hand down my face. "It's stupid."

"I'm sure it is, but that's not important right now," she says, making me glare at her.

I consider her for a moment before admitting, "I just... What is this?" I gesture between us. "What are we doing? Are we together? Are you my girlfriend? Or—"

"Why would you think I'm your girlfriend?" she cuts in, her nose actually crinkling with disgust at the term 'girlfriend'.

I exhale in disbelief and ignore the way my heart aches.  "Wow. Okay then. Great talk." I go to stand up again, but Wednesday beats me to it, getting up and standing in front of me, blocking my way.

"Wait. That's not—" she shakes her head in frustration "— I didn't mean it like that." Her voice softens and I meet her eyes, seeing genuine concern in them. "I simply wouldn't use girlfriend as a word to describe myself... You're an Ægiryn and we're bonded. That term is just so trivial and doesn't do our relationship any justice."

My eyes widen but she goes on, softly, before I can say anything.

"You are the one constant in this grotesquely unpredictable world. So no, I am not your girlfriend. I'm yours. Period."

I'm yours.

That statement alone knocks the breath out of me. I gape at her, noticing the way her eyes flicker with uncertainty the longer I stay silent so I stand up, leaving virtually no distance between us, before lowering my chin and resting my forehead against hers.

"I'm yours, too," I whisper which makes her exhale shakily, relieved.

She raises her hands to cup my cheeks and kiss me but I lift my head so her lips land on my chin.

She throws me a dirty look and leans up again, but I actually push her back a step with my hands on her hips, saying, "Let's brush our teeth first. No reason to ruin this moment with vomit-inducing morning breath."

She grumbles something under her breath about hygiene and impossibly high standards but agrees with a tiny nod.

I smile and press a kiss to her forehead before slipping past her and leaving her room, heading to my own room to brush my teeth.

I waste no time, brushing my teeth as quickly as I can and even then, when I exit the en suite, Wednesday is already in my room, having already brushed her teeth herself.

I laugh softly at her apparent eagerness but avoid indulging her for a moment longer to grab something from my trunk. It's a small wooden box, the size of my palm and Wednesday's eyes narrow when her gaze lands on it.

"What's that?" she asks.

I smile knowingly and hand it to her, wordlessly gesturing for her to open it herself and see.

When she does, she stiffens at the sight of the signet ring inside. Bewildered and confused, her eyes snap up to meet mine. "How—Where—Why?"

I take the empty box from her after she takes the ring out and toss it onto the bed, closing the distance between us and watching her gape at the ring.

It's the ring with the Stillmark symbol Crackstone stole from that young Ægiryn boy centuries ago. I found it in the Quad right before being taken to the medical ward. It must have been left behind when Wednesday killed Crackstone once and for all, so I took it and held onto it, waiting for this exact moment to give it to her. Not only will it serve her as a reminder of what we overcame, but I thought it might also help anchor her since we know now she's part Ægiryn herself.

Her eyes keep flickering between me and the ring so I take her hand and gently closeted it around the ring. "Merry Christmas, Wednesday."

I'm the only Ægiryn left, so I figured it was up to me to decide what to do with the ring and since I already have a Stillmark, I came to the realization that Wednesday having it would be the only logical conclusion.

Whether she decides to wear it or not is entirely up to her. I just want her to have it.

She chews on the inside of her cheek for a moment, and I'm convinced she's about to reject it, but then she tightens her hold on it and kisses me, pulling me down by the back of my neck with her free hand.

She tastes like mint toothpaste and I immediately sink into the kiss, pulling her closer by her waist.

I know this is her silent way of saying thank you, so I let her lead until she pulls back again, which is much too soon for my liking.

I chase her lips, but she's gone in a heartbeat, leaving me dazed and confused until she returns a moment later with a present of her own.

She's also pulled her hair out of her face into a neat, low bun, making me smile fondly.

I love her braids, don't get me wrong, but seeing her with her hair down or up in a bun like right now feels special. It's a part of her I'm realizing not even her family gets to see, which makes it feel extra special.

"Whatcha got there?" I tease quietly, eying the present. It's wrapped in shiny black wrapping paper with a simple black bow tied around it.

She hands it to me wordlessly, shifting somewhat nervously as I slowly undo the tie and start unwrapping it carefully.

"I spent some time reading up on your kind over the last couple of weeks and I thought you might find it useful," she explains when I open the cardboard box, revealing a pair of headphones.

They're black and bulky, similar to the ones I already own, but there's a, tiny but shiny black symbol on the headband, contrasting with the matte finish of  the rest of the headphones.

"That's..." I trail off, astonished.

The Stillmark.

I glance at Wednesday, noting how intently she's watching me before taking the headphones out of the box and putting them on.

Almost instantly, everything goes quiet. I can't even hear her heartbeat any more which makes me pause.

It's so quiet...

I can't remember the last time it was this quiet. My ears are always picking up on things, even if I don't notice them consciously, making this is a relief so unexpectedly pleasant, my eyes actually well up with tears.

I swallow thickly and take them off again, sound flooding my ears once again. I don't mind it though because I can hear Wednesday's heartbeat again, and right now it's a little frantic with nerves.

"Do you like it?" she asks, obviously a little confused by my unshed tears.

I chuckle in disbelief and shake my head. "Do I like it? This is the best gift anyone's ever given me," I admit.

I set the headphones back into the box and set it down on the bed.

"You can also use them to listen to music. The witch I bought them from said they have integrated bluemoon."

"Bluetooth," I correct gently, blinking back my tears and smiling softly. "I love them. Thank you."

Her lips twitch the faintest bit and her cheeks turn an endearing shade of red. Before she can turn away or get embarrassed and turn away, I quickly pull her into a tight hug, bending down and burying my face in the crook of her neck.

She hesitates a moment before hugging me back.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

I hum and press a kiss to her neck, making her breath hitch.

Then, a door opens down the hallway, snapping us back to reality. I pull back and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "We should head downstairs to exchange presents with the rest of your family."

She rolls her eyes and glares at the door almost as if imagining her family standing right behind it.

"Must we? I'd rather listen to Enid's soulless pop music."

"Yes, we must," I tease, kissing the top of her head one final time. "Now come on."

She grumbles again and quickly puts her hair into her signature braids before letting out an exasperated sigh and brushing past me, ready to face her family.

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Surprise little update! Did ya miss me? Jk.

This was a request by @rillylogers

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Hiii! How are you doing? Have you had the time to watch Wednesday Season 2? Do you have plans in the future to continue Where lights Bends Wrong for S2?

Hi! I’m good. Hope you are too.

No, not yet 😭😭

I’ve seen a few minutes of the first episode but nothing beyond that.

As for now I don’t have any plans to continue WLBW but if I like the second season (which, to be honest, I think I will) I will continue it 🙂‍↕️

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I need Mabel….I miss her so much!

I’ll resume working on her story soon! 🤞

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Where Light Bends Wrong - Epilogue | Wednesday Addams

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries

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

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Tyler.

Crackstone.

Thornhill.

Lara.

Wednesday.

It’s dark, but I’m no longer cold. I’m not warm either though. I don’t feel anything. It’s like I’ve become one with this endless nothingness. 

I don’t know how I got here, where I’m going, or how much time has passed since I got here, but I’m here.

Please.

I frown. 

Please.

The voice… It’s not my own and it’s not part of the darkness, but it tugs on something deep inside me. If only there was a me left. 

All there is is this darkness and nothingness. This endless–

“Please!”

I jolt and my eyes fly open. Coldness rushes through me and I blink. It’s dark, but not as dark as it was a second ago. There’s a familiar golden glow…

“No, no, no.” 

There’s that voice again. 

My head lolls to the side in search of the source of that voice and when my eyes land on Wednesday of all people, everything that happened comes rushing back to me.

Thornhill tricking me. Crackstone’s resurrection. Wednesday fighting Crackstone. And then me, saving Wednesday from Crackstone.

Almost at the same time as the memories, a searing pain shoots through my stomach, radiating up and down my entire body.

Crackstone. 

The dagger–the one Wednesday threw at me to test me. 

I cringe at the memory of the blade piercing my stomach… How wickedly Crackstone smiled as the life drained out of me before tossing me away.

Wednesday. 

I watch her, hunched over me with her hands pressed against my stomach. I can’t see her face properly because it’s angled away from me, but her shoulders are shaking as she cries silently. She’s covered in dust and her hair and clothes are ruffled, and there’s still some blood on her temple.

Before Thing got stabbed, I never thought I’d live to see her cry, and after, I hoped to never see it again. But here we are…

She’s crying over me. Why’s she crying over me? Oh right, Crackstone stabbed me. Wait, did I die? No. That can’t be. If I did, I wouldn’t be here right now. Unless I’m a ghost.

Oh no, please don’t let me be a ghost. That is a fate worse than death. 

No, I’m not a ghost. I’m in too much pain. Ghosts surely don’t feel pain, right? Right?

There’s another flicker of golden light. My eyes drift to my stomach, and that’s when I see it. The veins in Wednesday’s hands are glowing gold.

Wait…

She doesn’t seem to notice because she’s got her eyes squeezed shut, a tear rolling down her cheek and dripping onto her glowing hands. Her face is twisted in a grief stricken grimace, unlike anything I’ve ever seen on her before and I instinctively go to lift my hand to touch hers, but I’m too weak.

My fingers twitch though and her eyes snap to them before she looks up, her gaze meeting mine. 

She shudders and gasps, a stray tear dripping down her cheek. “Y/N?”

I can feel the grief and pain radiating off her, making my heart clench, so I try to smile a little and whisper around the dryness in my throat, “The one and only…”

She blinks rapidly, almost as if not believing what she’s seeing before wordlessly hauling me up by the front of my shirt and pulling me into a hug.

I groan at the blinding pain shooting through my stomach and wince at the awkward angle, but hug her back nonetheless. Well, if you call my fingers digging into the fabric of her uniform’s jacket hugging back that is.

“H-How?” she stutters, tightening her grip when I sag against her a little more. “You’re dead. You died. You can’t be–You’re–”

“Obviously not dead,” I whisper. I cough and almost gag at the taste of blood in my mouth that I’m only now noticing.

Wednesday pulls back and shifts so I’m leaning back against her. It’s a much more comfortable position, but now I can’t see her face anymore, only her hands which are on my stomach again, pressed against the stab wound which has somehow stopped bleeding. 

It’s stopped bleeding… Her veins are still glowing gold.

“Your hands,” I acknowledge finally.

“Wha–?” 

I feel her breath hitch by my ear as we both watch the way the glow pulses in time to her heartbeat. 

“How are you doing that?” I ask quietly, feeling the pain in my stomach slowly but surely subside, making way for a warm, grounding feeling. 

“I don’t know,” she admits breathlessly. 

“Wednesday!” 

I look up to see Bianca rushing across the burned Quad, a frantic look on her face. When she notices I’m with Wednesday, her eyes widen even more and she drops to her knees once she’s next to us.

“What happened? Are you okay?” she asks Wednesday, her eyes roaming over the raven haired girl behind me before they move to me. “Are you?”

Her voice comes out shrill at the sight of my blood-soaked shirt. 

Wednesday mumbles something about being okay, and I take a moment to delight in the warm feeling in my stomach before nodding as well.

“Where’s Enid?” I ask, suddenly panicking at the thought of the blonde. Wednesday stiffens too at the reminder of her roommate, but Bianca is quick to reassure us that she’s fine.

“She and Ajax fought Tyler in the woods. They’re both fine and Tyler’s been taken into custody by Galpin.”

I feel relieved that she’s fine, but for a moment I can’t help but feel bad for Galpin, having to arrest his own son. Then again, though, my pendant pulses gold one last time, making me snap out of my thoughts, before it stops glowing. Wednesday’s hands stop glowing too, and I don’t have to look down to know that she somehow managed to heal me.

Bianca is still a little breathless, but she saw my pendants glow and now her eyes are filled with recognition. 

She knows what I am…

Her gaze meets mine, and she must see something in my eyes, because instead of commenting, she dips her chin wordlessly and says, “I’m going to get some more help. Thornhill is–?”

“Dead,” Wednesday deadpans, and a flash of surprise goes through Bianca’s eyes before she simply nods and gets up.

I watch her leave, the burnt grass crunching under her feet, before turning slightly to look at Wednesday who’s already looking down at me.

“You killed Thornhill?” I ask quietly, nonjudgemental, but still a little weak.

She shakes her head and sighs. “No, Eugene and his bees took care of her after I killed Crackstone.”

Probably not the right reaction to the death of a murderous lunatic, but I can’t help the tired chuckle that escapes me. “Good… You killed Crackstone?”

She nods.

I let out a sigh of my own and close my eyes for a moment, mumbling, “That’s my girl.”

A puff of air hits my temple, and I’m not sure if she’s amused, relieved, or embarrassed, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it’s over.

Addams’ have a long history with all kinds of outcasts.

I freeze when I remember what Thing signed and open my eyes again. Dark, red-rimmed eyes are watching me anxiously, almost as if afraid I might disappear so I quickly curl my fingers around Wednesday’s wrist in a reassuring touch.

Addams’ have a long history with all kinds of outcasts.

“You’re part Ægiryn,” I mumble. It’s the only explanation I can come up with to how she could have resurrected me. I’m sure the soul bond helped, too, but it must have been the Ægiryn blood in her that saved me. 

For the first time all night, Wednesday actually cracks a small smile and I find enough strength in me to reach up and over my shoulder to wipe the traces her tears left off her cheeks. 

“That’s the least surprising revelation of the night.”

I roll my eyes fondly and drop my hand again, exhaling softly. It’s been one hell of a day and all I want to do is sleep now. I’m more tired than ever before, but I know it will be a while before I can go to bed because I hear the other students who fled the school earlier returning, police and teachers in tow.

For now, we have one more moment of peace though, so I grab Wednesday’s hand and lace our fingers together, asking, “So, tell me. What is an Addams appropriate gift for me to get your parents when I come visit for Christmas?”

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It’s done. Finally. I know it’s a little short but I will write that Christmas one shot and maybe if the mood strikes a second story (same characters and everything) based on season 2.

Thank you so much for all the support you guys have shown ❤️

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Do u have any interest in writing for Tara?

Sure, why not? 🫶

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Hello!

Take your time, drink water and eat well.

Also, happy belated birthday!

- 💜

Thank you ❤️

I will 🫶🫶🫶

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Hi guys,

just wanted to hop on here and tell you that I am working on the Epilogue of WLBW but life is pretty busy at the moment so I don’t get to write as much as I’d like to.

Hope you’re all having a great week so far 🫶

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happy belated birthday! hope you had a blast on your day. ☕️

Thank youu!! I had a great day 🫶🫶

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Happy belated birthday (and to your anon as well)!!! 🥳🥳🥳 We appreciate you and your fantastic writing, thank you for gracing us with your presence and work ❤️

-🐨 (sorry I missed it on the actual day)

Thank youuu!! And I appreciate you guys!

Also, yes, whoever you are, anon, happy belated birthday🎊

Don’t worry, it’s all good ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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Wow what are the odds you get a 50/50 😭😭😂 buttt we’ll read whatever you write, just don’t rob me of my happy ending like Ehem Ehem other writers (one of them pacified me with a legendary two liner 😃👉👌) haha love u byeee

Ikr?! Crazy… But don’t worry you’ll get your happy ending hahah

Love you too!

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so I've sort of been staying up super late every night so I can read where the light bends wrong 🤗

its currently 3:46 am and I just finished the last part. omg. its so good. keep it up 🙏🙏

Hi!

Wow, I’m honored ❤️

Thank youuu!