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wendsky · 8 months ago

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filthy

aged up wednesday addams x reader

you and wednesday have an... interesting night

warning: smut, nsfw, daddy kink, tied up, bondage, wednesday addams has a penis, heavy degradation, humiliation (kinda), bad writing

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It's just like any other day and you are in Wednesday's room, reading a book on her bed when Wednesday gets home from school. Her schoolbag hits the floor as soon as she walks in, and she walks over to sit next to you on the bed. You set your book aside, greeting her with a smile.

"Hey," you say, "how was school?"

You both stare at each other for a moment.

"Fine, I guess. We can discuss that later," she says, leaning in close to you. "There are more important things I'd like to talk about." Her hand slides up your leg as she moves in closer.

"What do you mean?" you ask, your voice soft and shy. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well, I've been wanting to do something for you," she whispers in your ear, her lips barely brushing against your neck. "I've been wanting to tie you up and take advantage of you. And I don't want to listen to you anymore."

"You don't?" you say, your eyebrows furrowing.

"No, I don't." Her hand reaches out and pulls the book out of your hands, tossing it to the floor. "So you're going to lie there and let me do what I want. That sound good?" She doesn't give you a chance to respond before pulling you off the bed and slamming you up against the wall.

"Shut up and strip," she hisses before you can even utter a word.

You do what you're told, slowly unbuttoning the buttons on your shirt and removing your pants and undergarments. She's got a pair of handcuffs ready by the time your completely naked, pulling you away from the wall and onto the bed. Your wrists are roughly pulled behind your back and then handcuffed. Wednesday pulls you back up against the headboard, your arms being pulled above your head. She takes a moment to admire her handy work before straddling you and unbuttoning your shirt.

"Look at what I can do when I don't listen to you," she says, pinching one of your nipples and making you yelp. "And you will learn to shut your fucking mouth." She pulls a piece of cloth out from underneath you pillow and ties it around your mouth. "Now, are you ready for this?" Her fingers slide down between your legs, making you jump.

"Yes, I am," you whimper out around the cloth in your mouth.

"Good, I'll get started then," she says with a smile before sliding out of her uniform and onto the floor.

A minute later Wednesday is back on top of you, a belt tied around your neck and pulling tight. You struggle to breathe as she lowers herself down between your legs. She can feel you trying to fight against her and pulls the belt tighter.

"Shh, don't struggle too much or you'll run out of air," she teases as her tongue slides over your clit and up into your wet pussy. You squirm beneath her, trying not to struggle too much. It's hard though, your body is crying out for more. Wednesday just laughs, knowing what you need.

She pulls her head away from you and picks herself up. "Turn over onto your stomach," she commands.

You slowly roll over as best as you can while tied up. Wednesday quickly flips you over onto your knees and pushes her finger into your pussy. You moan around the cloth in your mouth as another finger slides in next to the other.

"Wednesday, please," you beg.

"Please what?" she says as she picks herself up and walks around to face you. "I can't hear you."

She grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you up to her face. She stares at you for a moment and then pulls the cloth out of your mouth. "Say it, then," she smirks.

"Fuck me, Wends," you beg. "Please, please fuck me."

"Oh, I will," she says before pushing you back down. "But we can't be too loud or we'll wake up Pugsley or Lurch."

She pulls her fingers out and replaces them with her cock. She pushes into you slowly, her hands holding your hips down as she thrusts in.

"I've been wanting this for so long, but I never listened to you," she admits. "But now I'm not going to listen anymore." She picks up her pace, thrusting in and out of you faster and faster. You can feel her cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust and you let out a moan.

"Shhh," she whispers before smacking your ass. "You have to be quiet. We don't want anyone coming in."

You nod your head, but then she thrusts into you again. You let out another moan as she thrusts again. Wednesday stops suddenly, pulling out of you.

"I didn't tell you that you could cum yet," she hisses as she pulls you back onto your back and into a sitting position. "You're not allowed to cum until I say so."

"Yes, Wends," you say as she sits on your lap.

"Good girl," she praises. She starts thrusting into you again, faster and harder this time. Her arms wrap around you, her nails digging into your skin. You arch your back, pressing your chest up against hers.

"Now you can cum," she says and you do as she tells you to.

You feel yourself fall apart as she fucks you. Wednesday wraps her arms tightly around your body, holding you close to her as you both cum together.

"Fuck, I love seeing you cum like that," she moans out as she reaches her own orgasm. She pulls back from you, smacking you lightly on the cheek with her cock.

"You like that, don't you?" she taunts as you whine out for more. "Yeah, you like being fucked like a good little slut. Tell me how much of a slut you are."

"I'm a slut," you reply, your voice breathy and quiet.

"That's right," she says smugly. "Now say it louder."

"I'm a dirty whore," you reply.

"That's even better," she says with a smirk. She pulls out of your slowly, her cock sliding out of your pussy with a wet plop.

"Ugh, that's so hot," she says as she grabs the belt that had been tied around your neck. She pulls you forward, sliding the belt back around your neck and tightening it again. She holds onto it as she uses her other hand to pull out her cock.

"Open your mouth," Wednesday commands and you obeyed.

She pulls you forward by her belt and forces her cock into your mouth. You suck as best as you can with the belt around your throat, but you know she loves it when you gag a little. Especially with the gagging sounds that leave your lips. So you let yourself gag slightly.

"Good job, slut," she says, pushing herself deeper. You gag again and she pushes deeper still. Her cock hits the back of your throat and she holds herself there for a moment before pulling back out. She repeats this a few times and then pulls herself completely out. "That's good enough, I think."

She sets the belt down and grabs the cloth that had been in your mouth earlier. "Open again," she says.

You nod, opening your mouth again. This time she doesn't push herself deep. She just holds your face close to her cock as she starts to thrust again.

"You're my good little cocksucker now, aren't you," she taunts as she thrusts. "Say that you are."

You nod your head as best as you can.

"That's not what I want to hear," she says, smacking you across the face. You cry out, tears springing to your eyes.

"I'm sorry," you apologize. "Please don't hurt me."

"You're my cocksucking slut and I'm your Daddy," she says sternly. "So you will call me that like you have always wanted. Now say it."

"Daddy," you whine out.

"That's my good girl," she praises. "Now suck me off, my little cocksucking whore." She thrusts back into your mouth and you suck and gag as best as you can. The cloth around her cock catches onto your teeth as she pushes into you and you cry out again.

She doesn't last much longer after that, thrusting into your mouth one last time as she comes. You choke on her cum, swallowing it down. She pulls out slowly, letting you catch your breath.

"You are a good cocksucker," she praises. "But don't think this means I'm going to stop being a little rough. I'm just getting started." She stands up and helps you out of the bed, your hands still cuffed behind your back.

"Let's go," she orders as she pushes you to your knees and towards the door.

You follow her to her room, knowing that you're not allowed in without permission. She pushes you onto the bed as she locks the door behind you. You are on your knees at the edge of the bed, but she doesn't let you stay there for long.

"Lie back," she commands. You do as you're told and she crawls onto the bed after you. Her hands grab at your waist and she pulls you up slightly, letting your head rest on the pillows behind you.

"Open," she commands and this time you know she doesn't mean your mouth.

You spread your legs and let them fall to the sides. She lines herself up with you and pushes into you quickly. You let out a cry as she does, her cock pushing deep into your cunt.

"You like being fucked by your Daddy, don't you," Wednesday teases.

"Yes," you whine out, knowing that she likes to hear you beg.

"You're a good whore," she praises, pushing into you deeper. She thrusts into you harder and faster than before, pushing herself as deep as she can. Her nails dig into your hips as she continues to fuck you hard. "You're a dirty whore and you love being fucked like this."

"Yes," you cry out again as she thrusts harder still. "I'm a slut."

"You're my slut," she agrees. "And I'm going to cum inside you like one." You can feel her hitting your g-spot hard with every thrust and you can feel yourself on the edge. She doesn't let herself cum though, she reaches down and starts rubbing circles around your clit.

"I want you to cum for me," she says. "Cum while I fuck you."

You do as you're told, letting your body shatter into pieces as she fucks you harder. She thrusts into your a few more times before pulling out completely.

"Did you love how Daddy just came inside her little slut?" she asks as she rolls you onto your side. You nod, smiling back at her.

"Good," she praises, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Now let's get you cleaned up and untied." She pulls the cloth out from between your legs and pulls her cock out of you, holding the cloth underneath you as she does. She sets it aside for a moment as she crawls behind you to unlock your handcuffs.

"Sorry I had to be so rough," she says, "but I knew it's what you wanted."

"I know," you reply. "I love you, Wednesday."

"And I love you," she smiles as she wraps her arms around you. "You're my little slut and I'll take good care of you." You snuggle into her arms, smiling up at her as she leans in to kiss you. Wednesday had never been one for kissing, but lately she's started to be a little more affectionate. You've never been happier with your relationship. "Now let me take care of you."

"Yes, Daddy," you reply. Wednesday smirks as she starts to clean you up. She runs a wet cloth between your legs and then wipes down your face and neck.

"I'm glad I can do this for you," she says softly. "You've always been really patient with me."

"I love you," you reply with a smile. "So I don't mind."

"I know, I love you too," she says with a sigh. She pulls the covers back up over you both and holds you close as you drift off to sleep. "Goodnight, slut."

"Goodnight, Daddy," you mumble out, your eyes already closing. She smiles to herself and then falls asleep too, still holding you close. Wednesday will do anything to make you happy, as long as you ask nicely.

a/n: slight backstory but reader has a daddy kink. wednesday and reader did talk about spicing it up in the bedroom, so here it is. anyways this is probably way different from my usual style of writing.

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wendsky · 8 months ago

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birthday disaster

wednesday addams x !outcast!fem!reader

a birthday surprise for your girlfriend turns out to be a disaster.

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You stood in the middle of your shared dorm room, eyeing the decorations with nervous anticipation. Bright strings of lights crisscrossed the ceiling, casting colorful glows across the room, and a small banner that read "Happy Birthday, Wednesday!" hung over the window. It was simple but heartfelt, something you had agonized over for days. Parties weren’t Wednesday’s thing—you knew that. But when you mentioned wanting to do something special for her, Enid had enthusiastically jumped in to help you plan. She assured you that Wednesday, despite her stoic nature, would appreciate the effort.

But now, as you finished setting up the last of the small black cupcakes (because no birthday party for Wednesday could ever be without some shade of darkness), you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at your gut.

Enid walked in, beaming. "Wow, this place looks amazing! Wednesday’s going to love it, I’m sure of it!"

You forced a smile, trying to let her energy lift your spirits. "I hope so. She’s… not exactly the party type."

"True," Enid chirped, grabbing one of the cupcakes and taking a bite, "but it’s her birthday. And when you’re in a relationship, sometimes you have to let the other person spoil you a little, right? She’ll get it."

You nodded, but the doubts still lingered. Wednesday wasn’t like anyone else. She was unique, complex, and hard to read—qualities that had drawn you to her in the first place. But those same qualities made moments like this feel uncertain.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and there she was—Wednesday Addams. Dressed in her usual black attire, her dark braids falling over her shoulders, she stepped into the room. Her eyes flicked to the decorations, then to you, her expression unreadable.

"Happy birthday," you said softly, feeling suddenly small under her steady gaze.

Wednesday stared at the banner, the lights, the cupcakes, and then at you. "What… is this?"

You swallowed, nerves bubbling up. "I thought we could celebrate a little, just us and Enid. It’s your birthday, and I wanted to make it special for you."

Her eyes lingered on the decorations, her lips pressed into a thin line. She said nothing for a long moment, and the silence hung in the air like a weight. Finally, she nodded, though her expression remained distant. "How thoughtful."

The words were polite, but they lacked her usual warmth or any excitement, and you felt a twinge of unease.

Enid, ever the optimist, took the lead, dragging Wednesday further into the room to look at the food and games she had helped set up. You tried to join in, but something in Wednesday’s posture told you she wasn’t enjoying any of this. Her responses were curt, and she barely glanced at the cupcakes you had painstakingly decorated with tiny skulls. It was like watching a storm brewing—dark, silent, and inevitable.

The party carried on for about an hour before Wednesday stepped away to talk to Enid near the window. You were busy cleaning up some stray cupcake crumbs when you overheard their conversation.

"I fail to see the point of this," Wednesday said, her voice low but audible enough for you to hear.

Enid, ever cheerful, responded with a laugh. "It’s just for fun, Wednesday. Your girlfriend worked really hard to make this special for you."

"Yes, and I appreciate the effort," Wednesday replied, her tone cool, "but I do not enjoy frivolous activities like this. I find them a waste of time."

You froze. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest, the air seeming to leave the room. She wasn’t enjoying it. Everything you’d done, all the careful planning, the decorations, the cupcakes—it was all pointless to her.

You turned away, not wanting to hear any more. The party that had already felt fragile now crumbled completely in your heart. You had wanted to make her happy, to give her something special on her birthday, but you had failed.

Without a word, you slipped out of the room, leaving Enid and Wednesday behind. The chill of the hallway felt like a slap to the face as you made your way outside, seeking solace in the quiet night. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you blinked them away. You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to feel this hurt, but you couldn’t help it.

For the next few days, you found yourself pulling away from Wednesday. You still saw her, of course—Nevermore wasn’t big enough for you to avoid her entirely—but you avoided long conversations, made excuses to leave early, and kept your emotions tightly locked away. The distance between you grew, but Wednesday, in her usual obliviousness to social cues, didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she didn’t care.

Until one day, she did.

It had been nearly a week since the failed birthday party when Wednesday finally cornered you in the library, her sharp gaze locking onto you as you tried to avoid her.

"You’ve been avoiding me," she stated bluntly, stepping closer.

You flinched at her directness but didn’t deny it. "I’ve been busy."

"Lying does not suit you," Wednesday said, her eyes narrowing. "What’s going on?"

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. "Why do you care? You didn’t care when I tried to do something nice for you."

Wednesday’s expression didn’t change, but her eyes darkened with realization. "This is about the birthday party."

You stared at the bookshelves, unable to meet her gaze. "I heard what you said to Enid. About how it was a waste of time."

There was a long silence, and when Wednesday finally spoke, her voice was quieter than usual. "I never intended for you to hear that."

"Well, I did," you snapped, the hurt you’d been holding back pouring out now. "I worked so hard to make it special for you, even though I knew parties weren’t your thing. I just wanted you to feel appreciated, but you didn’t care."

Wednesday didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she stood there, her mind clearly working through what you had said. Her expression softened, ever so slightly, as she stepped closer to you.

"I am not accustomed to… celebrations," she said slowly, as if choosing her words carefully. "But I did not mean to hurt you."

You looked up at her, eyes searching her face for any sign of sincerity. "It felt like you didn’t care."

Wednesday’s gaze met yours, and for the first time, you saw something in her eyes you hadn’t seen before—regret. "I may not understand why people enjoy such activities, but that does not mean I do not appreciate the effort you put into it."

The tension in your chest eased slightly, but the hurt was still there. "Then why didn’t you say anything?"

"I didn’t know how," she admitted, her voice uncharacteristically soft. "I don’t express emotions like you do. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t notice how much you cared."

You were silent for a moment, processing her words. Wednesday’s emotions had always been difficult to read, buried beneath layers of sarcasm and stoicism. But now, standing so close to her, you could see the truth in her eyes.

"I’m sorry," she said, and those two words were more sincere than anything you had ever heard from her.

Your heart softened, the walls you had built up over the past few days slowly crumbling. You sighed, the tension leaving your body. "I just wanted you to feel special on your birthday."

Wednesday reached out, her cool hand gently brushing against yours. "You did."

And in that moment, you realized that even though Wednesday wasn’t one for grand gestures or traditional affection, she did care—in her own, quiet, dark way.

You squeezed her hand, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Next year, we can skip the party. I’ll just get you a nice, grim murder mystery novel."

Wednesday’s lips twitched into the faintest of smiles. "That would be preferable."

And just like that, the silence between you two was filled again—not with words, but with understanding.

a/n: i had this in the drafts for abit, hopefully this is a good read.

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wendsky · 8 months ago

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okay hear me out, i have some filthy thoughts about an aged up !dark wednesday addams x !normie fem reader. filled with heaps of degrading and well it might be too much. it's been keeping me up so i'll do a quick one on this.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams fanfic #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x female reader

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wendsky · 8 months ago

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I just wanted to start off with saying how much I love your writing !! you do such a great job with showing what's happening and I'm never confused on what's happening or who's talking (I have the second issue often lol) anyways if you do requests I do have one !! Y/N transfers to Nevermore because of bullies and at some point comes in some sort of physical contact with Wednesday where she gets a vision of you being bullied. Wednesday becomes kinda protective over you the way she is with Eugene and Pugsley, but Y/N's relationship with Wednesday developes into something more. sorry for such a long message and again loving what you're doing !!

thank you for your kind words and of course!

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wednesday addams x !witch!fem!reader

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The swirling shadows of Nevermore Academy were a far cry from your previous school, where you had endured the relentless torment of bullies. You had hoped that the new environment would be a sanctuary, a place where you could finally breathe and be yourself. But the anxiety that gripped your chest told you that change didn’t come without its challenges.

As you walked through the stone archways of the academy, you took in the gothic architecture that surrounded you—towering spires, iron chandeliers, and dark wood accents. The students that roamed the halls were unlike any you’d encountered before, with their eclectic styles and unapologetic personalities. For the first time, you felt a flicker of hope. But that flicker quickly dimmed when you heard the whispers.

“Look at her,” one girl sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. “Another weirdo trying to fit in.”

You kept your head down, trying to ignore the cruel laughter that followed you as you made your way to your first class. You had thought you left the bullying behind, but the stares and whispered comments followed you like a shadow.

The first week passed in a blur of classes and isolation. You kept to yourself, determined not to give anyone a reason to target you further. That resolve was put to the test during lunch one day. As you sat at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, trying to enjoy your meal in peace, you felt a sharp shove from behind.

“Oops! Didn’t see you there, loser!” a girl with vibrant purple hair sneered as she walked past, causing you to spill your drink all over yourself. The laughter from her group echoed in your ears as they made their way to the main table, where the more popular students gathered.

Embarrassment flushed your cheeks, and you tried to clean yourself up with a napkin, your hands trembling. You hated feeling weak, hated that they still had power over you. Just as you thought you’d disappear into the floor, a shadow fell over you.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Did you spill your drink? Or are you just that clumsy?” The voice was low and smooth, tinged with an unsettling calmness that sent a chill down your spine. You looked up to see Wednesday Addams standing there, her expression unreadable.

You blinked, startled by her sudden presence. “I—um, it was an accident,” you managed to stammer, avoiding her piercing gaze.

“Accidents happen, but that wasn’t an accident. It was intentional,” she said, her dark eyes narrowing. You couldn’t tell if she was angry or simply observing.

“I can handle it,” you replied, the instinct to defend yourself kicking in despite your embarrassment.

“Clearly,” she said dryly, and you could almost hear the sarcasm in her tone. “Are you always this brave, or is it just for show?”

“Whatever,” you muttered, your face hot. You hated that she saw you like this—weak and embarrassed.

“Don’t bother. They’re not worth your time,” she replied, her voice steady. She touched your shoulder and for a moment, went still. As if nothing happened, with a swift motion, she turned to leave, her raven-black hair swaying behind her as she walked away.

The next incident came unexpectedly. You were in the library, trying to focus on your studies when you overheard the same group of girls from lunch laughing and whispering nearby. You tried to block them out, but their words cut through the air like daggers.

“Have you seen her? She thinks she’s so special just because she’s here,” one girl said.

“Yeah, as if we need more freaks around here,” another chimed in.

You clenched your fists, your heart racing as you felt the familiar wave of panic wash over you. Why did they have to make everything so difficult? Just as you were about to storm out of the library, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to see Wednesday standing beside you, her expression uncharacteristically serious. “Stay,” she commanded softly, her voice laced with an urgency that surprised you.

“What?” you asked, bewildered.

“Stay. I want to see how they handle this,” she said, glancing toward the group with a predatory gaze. You hesitated but nodded, curiosity getting the better of you.

As you watched, Wednesday approached the girls, her presence commanding their attention. “Why don’t you say that to her face?” she asked, her tone calm yet filled with an underlying menace.

The girls froze, the laughter dying on their lips. They exchanged nervous glances, the bravado fading as they met Wednesday’s unwavering gaze.

“Uh, we were just joking,” one girl stammered, shifting uncomfortably.

“Jokes aren’t meant to hurt,” Wednesday replied, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “If you have something to say, be brave enough to say it to her.”

You felt your heart race as the girls shifted uneasily, their earlier confidence shattered under Wednesday’s intense scrutiny. They muttered something unintelligible before quickly gathering their things and leaving the library.

You turned to Wednesday, astonished. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Actually, I did,” she replied, her expression softening slightly. “You shouldn’t have to tolerate their cruelty.”

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As the days passed, you noticed a shift in Wednesday’s behavior toward you. It was subtle but undeniable. She began to appear at random moments—sitting nearby in classes, leaning against the wall while you walked to lunch, or simply observing from a distance. At first, you found it unnerving. Why was she watching you? Did she pity you, or was she just curious?

But as the bullying incidents continued, you found solace in her presence. Wednesday’s protective nature began to emerge, mirroring the way she defended her friends, like Eugene and Pugsley. It made you feel… safe. You still faced harassment, but it was less frequent, and you began to believe that maybe, just maybe, you could find a place at Nevermore.

The third incident happened in the hallway. You were on your way to class when you overheard a group of students mocking you again. “Look at her, always alone. What a loser,” one of them laughed.

You took a deep breath, preparing to ignore them, but suddenly, a figure stepped in front of you. It was Wednesday, her dark dress billowing slightly as she stood her ground, her eyes cold and unforgiving.

“Is there a problem here?” she asked, her voice low, but the intensity in her gaze was unmistakable.

The students faltered, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. “We were just—” one of them started, but Wednesday interrupted.

“Just what? Making fun of someone who’s already struggling? How brave of you,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

With that, she turned to you, her eyes softening for the first time. “Ignore them. They’re insignificant.”

You blinked, your heart pounding in your chest as you took in her fierce protection. It was a feeling you hadn’t experienced in a long time, and it made your heart swell.

“Thank you,” you managed to whisper, and for a moment, you thought you saw the corner of Wednesday’s mouth twitch in a ghost of a smile.

The more time you spent together, the more your feelings began to shift. There was something intoxicating about Wednesday—the way she moved, the way she spoke with such conviction and intelligence. You found yourself looking forward to her presence, her shadow becoming a constant comfort amidst the chaos of Nevermore.

One day, while working on a school project in the library, you accidentally brushed your fingers against hers while reaching for a book. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of warmth through your body. You froze, meeting her gaze, your heart racing as you realized how close you had become.

“Y/N,” she said, her voice low and steady. “Are you afraid of me?”

You shook your head, the words tumbling out before you could think. “No. I’m… intrigued. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.”

She seemed to consider your words, her dark eyes searching yours. “I suppose I’m not.”

With a sudden confidence, you leaned closer, your heart pounding in your chest. “Why do you protect me?”

“Because you’re worth protecting,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of her words hung in the air like a spell.

The moment stretched between you, filled with unspoken emotions and possibilities. You wanted to reach out, to close the distance, but the moment was fragile.

“Do you want to be friends?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

“Friends,” Wednesday repeated, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered the term. “I suppose that would be acceptable.”

As the weeks turned into months, your bond with Wednesday deepened. You shared secrets in the dark corners of the library, and her dry humor slowly chipped away at the walls you had built around your heart. There were moments when her fingers would brush against yours, lingering just a heartbeat longer, and you felt a thrill that was both exciting and terrifying.

But as your friendship grew, so did your feelings. You found yourself daydreaming about her—wondering what it would be like to hold her hand, to share whispered secrets late at night. You caught her watching you more often, and each time your eyes met, it felt like a silent understanding passed between you.

One afternoon, you found yourselves alone in the courtyard, the sun casting a warm glow over everything. You were sitting on a bench, reading, when Wednesday approached, her expression thoughtful.

“Y/N,” she said softly, her tone serious. “I need to talk to you.”

You looked up, meeting her intense gaze. “What is it?”

“Do you believe in destiny?” she asked, her voice almost hesitant.

You frowned, taken aback by her sudden vulnerability. “I suppose… it depends on what you mean.”

“I believe that certain people are meant to cross paths,” she continued, her dark eyes searching yours. “And I believe that you were meant to be here.”

Your heart raced as her words sank in. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she said, taking a deep breath, “that I’ve never cared about anyone the way I care about you. You’re… different. You make me feel things I don’t understand.”

You felt your cheeks flush as you processed her words. “I feel the same way, Wednesday.”

She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. “Then let’s stop pretending. We can be more than friends, if you want.”

You nodded, unable to speak as you felt tears prick your eyes. In that moment, you realized how far you had come. You had gone from being a scared girl, bullied and alone, to standing here with someone who saw you for who you truly were.

And then she was there, her lips brushing against yours—a soft, tentative kiss that quickly turned into something more passionate. You melted against her, wrapping your arms around her waist as you kissed her back, your heart soaring with a mixture of joy and relief.

When you pulled away, both of you breathless, Wednesday looked at you with an intensity that made your heart race. “This changes everything,” she said, her voice low and serious.

“Yes,” you agreed, smiling through your tears. “For the better.”

And as you stood there together, the shadows of Nevermore seemed a little less daunting, the future a little more promising. In Wednesday’s presence, you felt like you could finally be yourself, free from the burdens of the past. You were no longer alone, and that made all the difference.

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wendsky · 8 months ago

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seen part 3 (final)

wednesday addams x shapeshifter!fem!reader

realising wednesday's feelings for you, things change.

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The next few days were a whirlwind of tension and subtle excitement. Wednesday began including you in her daily routines, pulling you into her orbit with an ease that left you breathless. You were still the quiet, shy loner you had always been, but with her at your side, it was like a switch had flipped. You found yourself stepping into spaces you’d never dared to before—engaging with others, observing social dynamics from a distance with Wednesday’s cold, analytical guidance.

It wasn’t just casual observation, though. Wednesday had a plan.

One afternoon, she brought you to the edge of Nevermore’s expansive forest, where the trees stood tall and menacing, their shadows long and twisted. The crisp air bit at your skin as you followed her deeper into the woods, the sound of leaves crunching underfoot the only noise in the otherwise eerie silence.

When she finally stopped, you found yourself in a small clearing, the canopy above casting dappled shadows on the ground.

“Shift,” Wednesday commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated, unsure of what she wanted you to do. “Shift into what?”

“Into whoever you think you need to be,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “Whoever gives you the strength to face whatever comes next.”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment as you focused on the familiar sensation of shifting. Your body tingled, the magic within you stirring as your form began to change. You chose a confident version of yourself—one with striking features and bold, assertive posture. When you opened your eyes, you felt the weight of that new identity settle over you like a second skin.

Wednesday studied you with a critical eye, her head tilted slightly. “You’ve taken on the appearance. Now, embody it. Speak like you mean what you say. Move like you know the ground beneath your feet is yours to command.”

Her words were a challenge, one that struck deep. You squared your shoulders, the persona you’d adopted giving you the courage to meet her gaze without flinching. For the next few minutes, you practiced—walking, speaking, acting as if this version of yourself was who you truly were.

At first, it felt like a performance, like you were still hiding behind a mask. But as you continued, something shifted within you. The confidence you’d borrowed from the new face began to seep into your bones, into your mind. You weren’t just pretending anymore. You were becoming that person.

Wednesday watched with a sharp, approving gaze. “Better,” she said finally. “But you still have more to give. More to be.”

The more time you spent with Wednesday, the more you began to change. Slowly, subtly, but undeniably. She pushed you, challenging you to step outside of the comfortable, lonely space you had occupied for so long. With her, you weren’t just a shapeshifter hiding from the world. You were someone—someone with potential, someone with power.

It wasn’t just about your abilities anymore. It was about who you were becoming.

And, in turn, Wednesday was changing too. Though she remained as cold and detached as ever, there was a certain softness that began to surface in her presence around you. It wasn’t in her words—those remained sharp and calculated—but in the way she lingered near you, the way her gaze sometimes softened when she thought you weren’t looking. There was an understanding between you, a connection that neither of you needed to put into words.

It was during one of your late-night study sessions in the library that things finally shifted.

The fire crackled softly in the hearth as you sat across from each other at a long, wooden table, the flickering light casting long shadows across the rows of dusty bookshelves. You had been practicing your shifting again, adopting different faces and mannerisms at Wednesday’s suggestion, and for the first time, she seemed... pleased.

“You’ve improved,” she said, her tone clipped but approving. “You’re not just hiding behind a mask anymore. You’re using it.”

You gave a small, shy smile, still not fully comfortable with her praise. “Thanks to you.”

Wednesday’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than usual, and you felt a flicker of something pass between you—a tension that had been building for weeks, unspoken but undeniable.

“You don’t need to thank me,” she said quietly, her voice losing some of its usual coldness. “You’ve always had this inside you. I just helped you see it.”

You looked at her, your heart beating faster in your chest. There was something different in her eyes tonight, something deeper. It wasn’t just fascination anymore. It was something... more.

Without thinking, you shifted again, this time into your true form—no borrowed confidence, no mask. Just you, the shy, quiet loner who had always preferred the shadows. You wanted her to see you, the real you.

Wednesday’s expression didn’t change, but her eyes softened ever so slightly as she looked at you, really looked at you, for what felt like the first time.

“I see you,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

And in that moment, you realized that she had seen you all along. You didn’t need to hide from her. You never had.

Slowly, almost cautiously, Wednesday reached across the table, her fingers brushing against yours in the softest of touches. It was brief, but it was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“I trust you,” she said, echoing the words you had spoken to her all those weeks ago. But this time, the meaning was different. Deeper.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at her, feeling the weight of those words settle between you.

“I trust you too,” you whispered.

And in that moment, with the crackling fire casting shadows around you, something shifted between you—something profound and irrevocable. The connection you had felt, the pull that had drawn you to each other from the beginning, was no longer just curiosity. It was something more. Something that neither of you could deny any longer.

The weeks that followed were filled with a new kind of tension—a quiet, unspoken understanding that lingered between you and Wednesday. The way her gaze would lock onto yours, the subtle touches that grew more frequent, the moments of shared silence that spoke louder than any words.

You still practiced your shapeshifting, pushing your abilities further under her watchful eye, but it wasn’t just about that anymore. It was about the bond you were forging, the trust that had grown between you.

One night, as you stood together on the same balcony where you had first started to open up to her, the sky dark and heavy with the promise of rain, Wednesday turned to you, her expression as unreadable as ever.

“I don’t believe in sentimentality,” she said quietly, her voice cutting through the

night air like a knife. “But with you... it’s different.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the vulnerability in her words. “Different how?”

She looked at you, her dark eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite name. “You make me feel things I don’t understand. Things I’m not sure I want to understand.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you stepped closer to her, the air between you charged with electricity. “I feel the same way.”

For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, the weight of your unspoken feelings hanging in the air. And then, without warning, Wednesday reached up, her fingers lightly brushing against your cheek, her touch cold but somehow comforting.

“I don’t know what this is,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But I don’t want it to end.”

Neither did you.

Slowly, tentatively, you leaned in, your lips hovering just above hers. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you standing in the dark, the pull between you undeniable.

And then, finally, you closed the distance.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if both of you were testing the waters. But as the moment stretched on, it deepened, the emotions you had both kept bottled up for so long finally breaking free.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Wednesday’s eyes were still locked onto yours, her expression more open than you had ever seen it.

“Don’t hide from me,” she said softly, her voice filled with a quiet intensity.

“I won’t,” you promised, your voice just as quiet.

And for the first time in your life, you knew you meant it.

a/n: had fun writing this, will do the requests for one shots soon!

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wendsky · 8 months ago

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i have some ideas for a wednesday x !witch reader, messy but the thought of wednesday being astonished by a strong partner is just 😵‍💫

#jenna ortega x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesdayaddams #wednesday addams x female reader

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wendsky · 8 months ago

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wednesday addams x shapeshifter!fem!reader

after wednesday catches reader shapeshifting, they slowly build a bond together.

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Over the next few days, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. It wasn’t a paranoid delusion. Wednesday had made it more than clear that she was interested in your abilities. True to her word, she seemed to appear at the most unexpected times.

You would catch glimpses of her in class, her dark eyes flicking in your direction before returning to her work. Sometimes, in the hallway, she would pass by without a word, but you could feel her attention on you, as if she were waiting for something.

At first, it unnerved you. You had spent so long keeping your abilities hidden, and now someone as sharp and observant as Wednesday was paying attention to you. It was unsettling, but at the same time... it was exciting, thrilling even.

No one had ever been interested in you before. Not like this. Not like her.

And as the days went on, you found yourself growing more comfortable with her presence. You didn’t shift in front of her again, not yet but there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. She was intrigued by your abilities, and in return, you were intrigued by her.

Wednesday Addams wasn’t like anyone you had ever met. She was dark, intense, and deeply intelligent. There was a sharpness to her, a coldness that kept others at a distance, but for some reason, you didn’t mind it. In fact, you found it... fascinating.

You had always preferred to be alone, but now, for the first time, you were curious about someone else. Curious about the way Wednesday thought, the way she saw the world. And, it seemed, she was curious about you too.

One afternoon, you found yourself alone in the school library, flipping through an old book on the history of shapeshifters. You had always been fascinated by your own kind, though you rarely talked about it with anyone. The stories in the book were familiar to you, legends of shapeshifters who could change into anything or anyone, using their abilities to deceive, to hide, to protect.

You were so absorbed in the book that you didn’t notice Wednesday approach until she was standing beside your table, her presence sending a chill down your spine.

“Researching on your own kind?” she asked, her voice cutting through the quiet.

You looked up, startled, and quickly closed the book. “Just... just reading.”

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t push the subject. Instead, she slid into the chair across from you, her dark eyes never leaving yours.

“I’ve been thinking about your abilities,” she said after a moment. “They’re impressive. But I wonder... have you ever used them for more than just hiding?”

Her question caught you off guard. It wasn’t something you had ever considered. For as long as you could remember, your shapeshifting had been a tool for survival, for blending in. You had never thought of using it for anything more.

“I've never... “I’ve never really thought about it that way.” You admitted, your voice quiet.

Wednesday leaned forward slightly, her gaze intense. “You could do so much more with them. You could become anyone. Influence people. Gather information. The possibilities are endless.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine. She wasn’t wrong. The power of shapeshifting was immense, but you had always been too afraid to fully embrace it.

“You don’t have to hide, you know,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “You’re stronger than you think.”

There was something in her tone—something almost... encouraging. It was the closest thing to a compliment you had ever heard from her, and it made your heart race.

For the first time, you began to wonder if maybe she was right. Maybe you didn’t have to hide anymore. Maybe, with her by your side, you could become something more than just a shy, lonely shapeshifter.

Maybe, with Wednesday Addams, you could be extraordinary.

As the weeks passed, your interactions with Wednesday became more frequent. She would seek you out during lunch, sitting across from you in silence, her presence both comforting and intimidating. Occasionally, she would ask about your abilities, her curiosity never waning.

And slowly, you began to open up to her. You showed her more of what you could do—small shifts at first, subtle changes in your appearance. But each time, she watched with an intensity that sent a thrill through you.

It wasn’t long before you started to feel something else—a pull, a connection between the two of you that went beyond mere curiosity. There was something deeper there, something unspoken but undeniable.

Wednesday, for her part, never spoke of emotions or feelings. That wasn’t her way. But you could see it in the way she looked at you, the way her gaze lingered a little longer each time you shifted. She was fascinated by you, and in turn, you were captivated by her.

One evening, as the sun set over the dark towers of Nevermore, you found yourself standing on one of the balconies, the cool breeze ruffling your hair. You had been practicing again, shifting between faces, testing the limits of your abilities.

And once again, Wednesday appeared.

She stood beside you, her hands clasped behind her back, her expression unreadable. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with an understanding that didn’t require words.

“You’ve grown more confident,” she said after a while, her voice low.

You glanced at her, surprised. “I guess... I have.”

She turned to face you, her dark eyes locking onto yours. “You’re not like the others.”

There was something in her voice, something that made your heart skip a beat. You had never felt more seen, more understood, than in that moment.

Before you could respond, she reached out, her fingers brushing against your arm. The touch was brief, barely there, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through you.

“Don’t hide from who you are,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Embrace it.”

Her words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. And in that moment, you realized that Wednesday Addams wasn’t just interested in your abilities—she was interested in you.

The night was still, the moon casting a pale glow over the courtyard as you stood with Wednesday, the cool autumn air wrapping around you like a shroud. The two of you had been spending more time together lately, your once-guarded walls slowly crumbling under the weight of her presence.

You hadn’t expected to grow so close to her. She was an enigma, a puzzle that you couldn’t quite solve, and yet... you were drawn to her in a way you couldn’t explain.

As the weeks passed, your relationship with Wednesday deepened. What had started as curiosity on her part had grown into something more—a bond, a connection that neither of you could deny. She was fascinated by your abilities, yes, but there was something deeper there. Something unspoken.

You found yourself opening up to her in ways you never had with anyone else. She made you feel seen, understood in a way that no one ever had before. And slowly, you began to let go of the fear that had kept you hidden for so long.

One evening, as the two of you sat together in the library, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls, Wednesday spoke.

“I’ve been thinking,” she began, her voice soft but steady. “About your abilities. About how you could use them.”

You looked at her, curiosity piqued. “Use them for what?”

She met your gaze, her dark eyes filled with a rare intensity. “To be more than you are now. To embrace who you truly are.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine. You had always been content with blending in, with hiding in the shadows. But Wednesday was offering you something more—something you had never considered.

“I’m not sure I know how to do that,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

She leaned closer, her gaze never wavering. “I can help you.”

There was a promise in her words, a vow that sent your heart racing.

Wednesday’s words hung in the air, filling the dimly lit library with an intensity that left your chest tight. The thought of embracing your abilities fully, stepping out of the shadows and using your shapeshifting for something more, terrified you—and yet, there was an undeniable allure in her offer.

She leaned back in her chair, her face unreadable as always, but you could sense the quiet determination behind her words. Wednesday wasn’t someone who made idle promises. If she said she could help you, she meant it.

But what did that help entail? What exactly did she have in mind?

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. “How?”

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Wednesday’s lips, a rare expression that made your pulse quicken. She stood up slowly, her black dress flowing around her like liquid night as she turned toward the tall bookshelves.

“You’ve spent your life hiding,” she said, her voice calm but pointed. “You’ve been made to feel content in blending in, to keep your abilities locked away, only using them when no one is watching. But... you’re capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Wednesday cut you off, her dark eyes sharp as they flicked back to you.

“I’ve watched you. I’ve seen the way you shift into different personas, adopting confidence you don’t believe you have. You’re testing the waters, trying on masks like costumes, but you haven’t truly stepped into your power. Not yet.”

Her words were like a mirror, reflecting truths you’d never fully acknowledged. She was right. You used your shapeshifting as a shield, a way to protect yourself from the world’s judgment, but deep down, you knew you were capable of more. You just didn’t know how to access it—how to be that version of yourself.

“And you think you can help me do that?” you asked, your voice softer than you intended.

Wednesday’s gaze was unwavering, her eyes gleaming with something that felt almost like... anticipation. “I know I can.”

She walked toward you with slow, deliberate steps, stopping just in front of your chair. You looked up at her, your heart pounding as her presence seemed to fill the space around you. She reached out, her cold fingers gently lifting your chin so that your eyes met hers.

“Trust me,” she whispered, her voice low, intimate. “Let me show you what you’re capable of.”

There was something magnetic about her, something that made you want to say yes, even though every instinct you had screamed to keep your walls up. But in that moment, with her standing so close, her dark eyes locked onto yours, you realized you didn’t *want* to hide anymore. Not from her.

“I trust you,” you said, the words escaping before you could second-guess yourself.

A faint, satisfied smile crossed Wednesday’s lips before she dropped her hand and took a step back. “Good.”

a/n: next will be the final chapter, almost done with it so stay tuned

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wednesday addams x shapeshifter!fem!reader

when wednesday catches reader shapeshifting, she becomes enthralled by her shifting abilities.

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In a dark corner of Nevermore Academy, a school known for embracing the odd and the extraordinary, you—an unassuming shapeshifter with a preference for solitude—felt perfectly at ease. Your life was a delicate balance of blending in while keeping the most intriguing part of yourself hidden. The days were routine, predictable, and that was exactly how you liked them.

It was a typical morning at Nevermore. You trudged through your anatomy lesson, silently taking notes on the skeletal structure of mythical creatures, while your classmates whispered and exchanged their dark humor and morbid facts.

Your next stop was botany, where you were surrounded by carnivorous plants and the occasional shrub that could cast a minor curse if you got too close. The macabre and unusual felt normal here, but even in a school of outcasts, you stood apart—not for your appearance or your quiet demeanor, but for what you were hiding.

Nobody knew about your shapeshifting abilities. Not even your teachers, who could sense when a student was particularly unique. And that was just how you wanted it. Being able to morph into different faces, adopt various personas at will, had always been your little secret.

You’d been judged enough in your early life for being “too quiet,” “too strange,” or “too aloof.” So, the shapeshifting? That was something you kept to yourself. Besides, people already had their suspicions about shapeshifters. The idea of someone changing their appearance at will made them uncomfortable, made them suspicious. Trust, in a school like Nevermore, was fragile.

You slipped into the cafeteria after botany, threading your way through the clusters of students, each group more peculiar than the next. Sirens, vampires, and gorgons filled the air with low conversation and laughter, while werewolves crowded around their tables with an almost territorial presence. As usual, you took a seat at the back, where no one would notice you.

Being a loner wasn’t so bad. In fact, you preferred it. The quiet gave you room to think, room to observe. People rarely bothered you, which meant fewer questions and fewer chances for your secret to slip out.

Still, despite your contentment with being alone, there were moments when you wished you could break free from your shyness and blend in more easily with the other students. Your heart would sometimes flutter with longing when you saw them effortlessly engaging in conversation or sharing inside jokes. You envied their ease, their confidence.

That’s when your shapeshifting abilities came in handy. When you felt the need to step out of the shadows, to try something new, you would choose a new face—someone outgoing, someone charming—and pretend to be them.

It was like slipping into a costume for a performance, a way to test the waters of social interaction without fully exposing your true self. But it was always temporary, a fleeting moment of borrowed confidence before retreating into the safety of your true form.

Today, though, you didn’t feel the urge to shift. You were content with your usual routine, staying quiet, unnoticed.

Until, that is, she walked in.

Wednesday Addams—stoic, cold, and somehow more intimidating than any monster in the school—strode into the cafeteria, her sharp gaze sweeping the room with a bored detachment.

Her reputation preceded her. Daughter of the infamous Addams family, she was known for her deadpan wit, dark humor, and an unnerving fascination with death and all things macabre. Even at Nevermore, where the odd was celebrated, Wednesday was in a league of her own.

You hadn’t spoken to her much, if at all. She didn’t seem like the type to engage in idle conversation, and you certainly weren’t going to try. But there was something about her that made the air in the room feel heavier, like her presence alone commanded attention.

She never seemed to care about anyone’s opinion, always walking through life with an air of detached indifference. In a way, you admired her. She had no need for masks or performances. Wednesday Addams was unapologetically herself.

As she moved past your table, you lowered your gaze to your food, trying to make yourself even more invisible than usual. You didn’t want her to notice you.

But she did.

Her steps slowed as she passed, and for a brief moment, her dark cold eyes flicked in your direction. It was only a glance, a quick, cutting look, but it made your heart race. You kept your eyes down, waiting for her to move on.

She did, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

Later that afternoon, after classes had ended, you found yourself alone in one of the empty halls of the academy. The cold stone walls had always felt like a second home, offering you the privacy you craved.

You weren’t expecting anyone to be around, and you certainly didn't foresee what was about to happened next.

You were practicing your shapeshifting abilities, shifting into different faces, trying out a few new personas. It was your way of unwinding, destressing, testing out new possibilities for yourself. Each new face came with a new set of expressions, mannerisms, personas. Things you were too afraid to pull off as your true self.

You had just morphed into a more confident, outgoing version of yourself—someone with an easy smile and bright eyes—when you felt a presence behind you.

Spinning around, you saw her.

Wednesday Addams stood at the end of the hallway, her arms crossed, an unreadable expression on her pale face.

Your heart stopped. She had seen you. She had caught you shapeshifting. You quickly shifted back into your true form, but it was too late. The damage was done. Your secret was out.

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. You weren’t sure what to expect—disgust? Suspicion? Maybe even anger?

But Wednesday’s reaction was none of those things.

“I didn’t know shapeshifters could be so... dramatic,” she said, her monotone voice cold but laced with a hint of curiosity.

Your mouth went dry. You wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“I’ve seen many things at Nevermore,” she continued, her eyes narrowing slightly as if studying you. “But you... you’re intriguing.”

There was no judgment in her tone, no fear. If anything, she seemed curious.

You swallowed, trying to steady your nerves. “It’s... not something I usually show people.”

“I can see why,” she said, her gaze never leaving yours. “But that’s a shame. You could do so much with that.”

Her words were unexpected, and they hit you in a way you hadn’t anticipated. She wasn’t judging you. She wasn’t scared of you. In fact, she seemed almost... impressed.

Before you could respond, she turned and began walking away, her dark braid swinging behind her. “I’ll be watching you, y/n,” she called over her shoulder, her voice as cool as ever.

She. She knew your name. You looked down, face heating up, heart was beating so fast and when you glanced back up at her, she was gone. Here you were standing in the empty hallway, your heart racing and your mind reeling.

You didn’t know what to make of the encounter, but one thing was certain—Wednesday Addams had noticed you, and that was not someone that you could ignore.

a/n: messy but i hope this is a good start to posting here. i take requests too!

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