#&five / temp0rtal ⋮ ✁── 𝐝𝐲𝐧. ⌜𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒⌟

[disventura]

half - asleep and clutching a near - empty bottle of booze . not an unfamiliar sight , had it been her uncle fester or her cousin it . she had to admit , catching five , of all people , in such a state had took wednesday by surprise , despite the lack of change to her expression .

truthfully , she'd just been glad that she'd found him .

her question was asked rhetorically and without any greeting . however , it only held as much judgement as five's comments to her about knowing in such morbid detail the symptoms of deadly poisons ; very little . she knows what he'd been through , for better or for worse . and she couldn't blame him for trying to put it out of mind , even if it lead to this .

and so , he's pulled up , his arm draped over her shoulders while one of her own snakes around his sides . her gaze keeps flickering between their path ahead and his face , checking , to the best of her abilities , his awareness of his surroundings .

“ no need for apologies . ” but no mention as to why there was no need . and so little reaction to the grand finale made out of finishing the bottle ; nothing more than a slightly tighter grip to his side . “ this was bound to happen , with what i know you've seen . better to get the worst out of the way now , then keep it hidden . besides , i've seen worse . ”

@temp0rtal ― continued

[disventura]

“ good to know you're not as shocked as i thought you'd be . ”

" of course you would get more or less all of the answers right . " @pienodisventura

[disventura]

for a split second , wednesday gives nothing in response but a blank stare . it was her friends who had convinced her to do something for five to begin with , after she'd mentioned his birthday in passing . and frankly , she hadn't truly expected such a genuine appreciation , let alone a simple thanks .

sure , she's usually pretty good at thinking on her feet . but this is a social interaction , not sarcastic banter or hand - to - hand combat . here , she's visibly stiff , struggling to find some poor excuse for caring so much .

“ it was thing's idea . ”

not too far from the truth , at least .

@temp0rtal ― continued

[disventura]

@temp0rtal : ❗❗❗ ( bc we know you replugged this meme for him )

they were supposed to be sparring .

throwing down with the average man bored wednesday . more often than not , it was predictable , stagnant , easy . dodge . parry . place a well - timed hit . grab and twist .

but fighting five , even just as self - training , brought something new to the table . his style is more unpredictable , varied , and his ability to blink across the room adds a level of complexity to the combat . he's harder to pin down , both metaphorically and physically .

she'd finally got the jump on him though . a calculated guess puts five blinking behind her . so she swings backwards , turning along with her arm to push with her elbow and pin him to a banister .

the tension in her arm relaxes when he doesn't blink away , but she doesn't yet let her arm fall to her side . she expects some compliment in the form of a sarcastic quip . she's even got a smirk on her lips , almost waiting for the witty banter .

she's far from prepared when he leans in to kiss her .

her initial reaction is to quickly pull back , take a half - step away . the last time she'd done this , visions overtook her , informed her that the other person had bad intentions , whether they knew it or not . what if it happens again ? what if her abilities kick in , knock her backwards without warning ?

no . no , wednesday trusts five . there's very little she hasn't yet seen , if anything . and if she falls , she can trust him to catch her .

so now she stands , shoulders tense and expression uncharacteristically awkward . “ . . . i wasn't expecting that . ”

[disventura]

@temp0rtal : 🪡 (softly with a lot of feeling...)

show up whenever . a sentiment never explicitly stated , but one that certainly seemed to be followed . though up until now , wednesday had hardly participated , aside from her making an unannounced appearance for his birthday .

a whim . nothing more than an uncharacteristic whim , to visit someone other than her uncle fester for little reason other than she wanted to .

however , it seems her timing was impeccable .

the sight isn't a surprise . by now , she's well aware of five's pastimes . the fighting , the weapon use . bound to slip up somewhere , when one never stops . she knows she had before .

“ you could have called . ” no other greeting , naturally . and , just like before , she merely shrugs her bag from her shoulders and pulls out a travel - size medical kit , then proceeds to pluck various necessary tools from its contents . “ how long have you been hurt like this ? ”

[disventura]

purple - gray circles weighing underneath dark , unblinking eyes only emphasized just how pale wednesday already was . that , piled on with how little she'd slept the past week , she almost looked sickly , like perhaps she truly did belong in a morgue rather in the seat across from her friend .

“ who would i be if it wasn't ? ” she questioned in response , gaze unwavering from five's face . a valid question , in all fairness ― though her instinct to match his snark lead her to a delayed response when he reached for her coffee . eyes widened , snapping between where her drink had been and five's hand , a hint of a scowl forming on her lips . “ i don't need to sleep . there are more important things to do . ”

he was right , though . wednesday knew that much . her body was already betraying her ; even her wide - eyed sneer already dissipated , the effort too much . but on the other hand , would her spiraling , reeling thoughts even let her rest ? “ i'll be fine , five . give me my coffee . ”

@temp0rtal ― continued

[disventura]

anonymous : Does it bother you? That your boyfriend has loved someone before and it wasn't you? Do you think he likes her more? Does it bother you that he's a killer? An Assassin? The very worst kind of person?

“ i suppose i could go as far to say i've loved someone before as well . besides , he's lived a longer life than i have , i can only assume these things are more common to other people , especially when they've got more time under their belt .

“ you also seem to have forgotten that my first boyfriend has killed others and had tried to kill me . it wouldn't be my first time being involved with a killer , let alone my family's history of attracting them ― see my uncle fester .

“ so no , it doesn't bother me in the slightest . ”

[disventura]

anonymous : How do you really feel about five hargreeves?

oh how easy it is , to talk about her friends or her enemies . oh , how much harder this one is to answer .

“ . . . it's not often i meet someone outside of my own family who can read me like a book . ” sure , there was joel , and eventually enid , occasionally eugene , but five . . . “ five is different . his way of giving a shit is different than everyone else's . he goes about things in ways i can understand , even appreciate . i could . . . see me keeping him around for a while . ”

[disventura]

@temp0rtal : 📱

[disventura]

wednesday: (wearing something out of character) it's ugly. gomez: what?! no, little death trap, you're beautiful, you're gorgeous, you're elegant, you're a delicate rose complete with its thorns <3 five: (purely out of curiosity) . . . reggie, am i ugly? reginald: very much.

[disventura]

@temp0rtal : as assured , there was no pomp or ceremony or any sort of big deal made out of it . he would never dare go back on his word . he even would spare her the humiliation of opening his gift in front of him . instead , he blinked into her room , careful not to wake anyone whilst they slept && left the gift on her desk . wrapped in a black box && secured with a ribbon && neat card with his penmanship. wednesday - from 5 . && inside the box , a new ink ribbon for her typewriter , a smart fountain pen so she could make adjustments to her notes in its own plush velvet box , && a stack of white crisp pressed paper perfect for typewriters && finally , a framed specimen of an aporophyla nigra moth . five hesitated a little before adding the next thing to the desk . a single stem black rose . then hastily , before he could change his mind , placed it on top && blinked out .

wednesday herself remained undisturbed as five moved around her room . thing , however . . .

thing prods her awake shortly after five disappears .

she jolts awake in her typical fashion , movements jarring as if choreographed for a jumpscare horror film . the wrapped box almost immediately catches her attention , much to her dismay . at first wordlessly , she pushes her blankets aside , gets to her feet , and b - lines to her desk .

“ how many times have i told mother ― ” is grumbled under her breath , words stopping cold once she snatches the card from its carefully placed spot and reads the short message .

oh .

her tired , irritated expression immediately softens , eyes stuck unmoving from the handwritten message . and then she spies the single rose , resting atop the gift box . so she shifts her gaze accusingly to thing , met with his response of innocence . “ oh , sure you didn't . ” she'll treat thing's innocence with plenty of suspicion until proven otherwise ( alternatively , until he slips out from her room ) .

in the meantime , she turns back to the box , all too carefully plucking the rose first and turning it in front of her face . her initial reaction was a sneer ― her mother loves roses ― but then it softens again , just as she sets it aside to open the box .

typewriter materials . no , this certainly wasn't thing's idea . such good timing ; her ink was starting to fade , and her paper was running low . a pen , too ― she'll likely use it for editing first drafts . and the framed moth . macabre . far from colorful . a perfect addition to the wall above her headboard .

which brings her back to the rose . the corners of her lips even perk upwards , despite a twinge of guilt stinging her chest . all wednesday had done for him was buy a simple notebook and grab a coffee . at the time , she'd thought that was plenty ; in retrospect , it pales in comparison .

she eyes the phone sitting at the other side of the desk . today was her day , she'd planned to spend it in solitude . the implications here , though , seem far more important than her preference . besides , she . . . she likes five .

like . that's all it is , right ?

she's still careful with the rose when she sets it back down , but she snatches the phone with the same level of urgency as she'd had when snatching up the card . five's contact is quickly pulled up and the number dialed . what she'll even say is still beyond her , and yet . . .

“ . . . come on , you can't already be asleep . . . ”

[disventura]

@temp0rtal : " hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

“ i'm fine . ”

but the statement merely leaves her mouth on pure instinct . visibly , she's nearly doubled over , hand gripping at her shoulder in either an attempt to hide her new wound from five , or to simply keep it from bleeding so much .

despite returning to the safety of the subway system , wednesday keeps her gaze focused on the stairway exit . five could complain about that part all he wants ; he'll have to put himself completely in - between if he wants her gaze on him .

it takes a good long minute before she hones in on five's face . her pain still rings through her voice , regardless how snarky she tries to make herself sound . “ reggie had a pretty neglectful training regiment , didn't he ? your past self couldn't even shoot to kill . ”

dark eyes finally reach his , and once they do , any twinge of sarcasm left over merely dissipates , softening her expression . “ . . . grab my bag . i should still have suture thread and needles in my first aid . ”

[disventura]

anonymous : Rumour has it you got yourself a little boyfriend

“ boyfriend , sure , i suppose i do . little , not so much . you sound shocked . ”

[disventura]

@temp0rtal : *casually leaves a box of black, white and red candles for her in a box with a small note* - for Dia De Los Muertos & your ofrenda. 5.

another gift . once again , her initial reaction is to sneer ; and once again , the expression dissipates after reading the note .

[ ➥ five ] You've saved me a trip to town. Much appreciated.

there's a short pause , a couple minutes before her next message is sent .

[ ➥ five ] Would you like to celebrate with my family? You'd be more than welcome.

[disventura]

anonymous : ◎ Who do you spend the most time with, outside of your family?

“ . . . ” oh , the hesitation . the anonymity of the asker certainly isn't encouraging . “ if you must know . ”

an exasperated huff , and she's talking . “ i still room with enid during the school year . likewise , i still involve myself with eugene via his beekeeping club , though it can hardly be considered a club . . .

“ . . . and five . seems like we share some interests. and , he can actually keep up with me . it's impressive . ”

[disventura]

pay this post no mind, just masterposting my tags for personal reference. (wip)

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my only consolation - romantic dynamic? poetry of words believe nothing you hear fiendish malevolence never settle