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poisonlove · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Wednesday Addams X reader

Part 1 part 2 part 3

Getting used to it had been more difficult than expected.

It had been almost a month since that kiss and the proposal to see where things would go. Since then, everything between Wednesday and y/n had stayed the same, at least on the surface. Neither of them had put a label on what they were, but the brunette had realized that it was okay. She liked spending time with her, and the only real difference from before was the kisses they exchanged in secret within the walls of their respective dorms.

The real problem, Wednesday realized, was that y/n kept receiving numerous declarations of love from others. Because everything they did remained hidden, she couldn’t openly claim y/n in front of everyone at Nevermore. And that was deeply irritating her.

“Mmmh...” y/n mumbled from Wednesday's bed.

Y/n’s y/c eyes stared with annoyance at the back of Wednesday’s head, half-closed, almost as if she was trying to send her thoughts into Wednesday’s mind, hoping she would stop writing and come to bed with her. Wednesday could feel her gaze.

“Stop staring at me,” Wednesday snapped, her eyes glued to the typewriter in front of her.

Lately, y/n had become very clingy, wanting to spend lots of time with her. Despite tolerating her presence, Wednesday needed her space. She loved writing, loved wandering alone, and enjoyed spending some afternoons in the arms of her... y/n. But that was it. Sometimes she found herself spending time with her and Yoko, and that disturbed her.

“Are you coming?” y/n asked in a small voice.

She had had a horrible morning. She lost in fencing to Bianca, got a terrible grade in English literature, and misplaced her favorite headphones. If that wasn’t enough, she arrived late to the cafeteria and couldn’t eat anything.

She wanted to feel Wednesday’s presence; she needed comfort.

“Is it necessary?” Wednesday asked in a cold tone, her fingers diligently typing away. Her eyes were fixed on the sheet of paper, slowly taking shape as her thoughts were put into words, her character's actions drawing her deeper into the story.

“I need you,” y/n murmured in a soft voice. She was fully aware of Wednesday’s distant attitude, but she hoped she could make an exception for her this afternoon.

Wednesday had to stop writing.

She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, trying to remain calm. You want to give this a try, she thought to herself, then help her out. Addams slowly turned toward the bedroom and saw y/n looking at her with puppy-dog eyes.

She’s... cute, Wednesday thought, a small smile threatening to escape her lips.

Y/n opened her arms and gave an awkward smile, her cheeks reddening under Wednesday’s piercing gaze. Addams blinked and stood up from her chair, walking with a determined step toward y/n. In a way that felt awkward and mechanical to Wednesday, she complied with y/n’s request, wrapping her arms around her waist.

“Thank you,” y/n whispered against her neck.

Wednesday resisted the urge to break the hug, letting herself be overtaken by the emotions that had been chasing her for weeks. The scent of lavender from y/n flooded her senses, making her relax. Addams tightened the embrace, her heart pounding in her chest.

She had grown used to y/n’s affectionate gestures, but part of her still felt as tense as a board. Y/n’s hand moved along her back, noticing how rigid her posture was.

“Are you okay? You’re so stiff,” y/n asked with concern.

Wednesday pulled slightly away from the hug and looked at y/n without blinking. Y/n’s y/c eyes gazed into hers with worry, and Wednesday felt an unmistakable warmth in her cheeks. “I... I need to get used to it,” she stammered.

Wednesday frowned... Since when do I stammer?

Y/n smiled broadly and let out a timid laugh, amused by Wednesday’s reaction. Her hands rested around Addams' waist, giving her a light squeeze. “How about...” y/n began, biting her lower lip, looking thoughtful.

Wednesday’s eyes dropped to her lips.

“We practice a little?” y/n asked in a husky voice. In the weeks they had spent together, y/n always asked for permission before kissing Wednesday. The reason? They weren’t officially a couple, and y/n was terrified of scaring Addams with her emotional intensity.

She was well aware of how clingy she could be.

Wednesday slowly nodded her head, and y/n grinned widely, leaning in toward the goth girl’s face. Y/n’s hands gripped Addams' waist as she gently pressed their lips together. Wednesday sighed and returned the kiss, her cold, full lips melding with y/n’s.

Y/n was careful, keeping her tongue in check.

Wednesday bit y/n’s lower lip and broke the kiss, her dark brown eyes studying the girl next to her with curiosity. Her breath was uneven, and a warmth spread through her chest at the sight of y/n’s tousled appearance. Every time they kissed, a spark ran through her body. Is this what they call love?

“When are we making things official?” y/n suddenly asked, causing Wednesday’s blood to freeze. She had promised herself she would respect Wednesday’s timing, but part of her hoped to be able to call her girlfriend soon. Addams pressed her lips together.

“No,” Wednesday said coldly.

“No what?” y/n asked in confusion.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Wednesday said simply, her heart pounding violently in her chest. Coward, Wednesday thought to herself. You’re a coward.

Wednesday was terrified of being seen with y/n. Not because she was ashamed of her, of course not, but because she feared people would think she had softened. She wanted to maintain her character in front of Nevermore, while being herself in y/n’s arms.

Was that too much to ask?

“Fine,” y/n muttered monotonously, getting out of bed. She needed to get out of there. Wednesday blinked in surprise, not expecting that reaction from her.

“Fine,” Wednesday replied coldly.

She watched y/n leave the room and immediately felt guilty. She wanted to spend time with her, to be together. But she was too proud to run after her and ask her to stay, so she returned to her writing, hoping her thoughts would focus on something other than y/n.

“Hey Wed, I saw y/n storm out of here completely mad... What happened?” Enid asked curiously as she entered the room. She had run into y/n in the hallway, and she had barely greeted her, too angry to say much. She was sure it was because of Wednesday. She and Yoko were the only ones who knew about their relationship.

“Nothing,” Wednesday responded monotonously, her eyes still fixed on the typewriter. Enid sighed resignedly and lay down on the bed, flipping through a magazine to pass the time.

She’d meet up with Yoko later.

(...)

Wednesday couldn’t write.

She could no longer ignore the unease tightening her chest. Even though her pride urged her to let it go, she knew she had to talk to y/n. Walking down the hallways, she took her phone out of her jacket pocket and dialed her number, but there was no answer. Again, no response.

Leaving the dormitory, she spotted Ajax leaning against a column near the dorms.

“Have you seen y/n?” she asked in her usual cold, detached tone.

Ajax, surprised by the question, raised his eyebrows. “No, I—”

She didn’t even give him time to finish before turning on her heels and walking away, leaving Ajax perplexed, his mouth still open. It wasn’t unusual for Wednesday to act like that, but this time she seemed a little colder than usual.

She walked through the gates of Nevermore with a determined step, her dark eyes scanning her surroundings. As she made her way through the gardens, she noticed the students' gazes on her, quickly looking away as they clearly sensed her foul mood.

A little further ahead, she saw y/n.

Y/n was sitting under a large tree, away from the other students' eyes. A stick was slowly burning between her hands, smoke rising in thin curls, and her eyes were fixed on the wood, focused on controlling the flame’s intensity.

Despite her heart pounding hard, Wednesday kept her usual impassive expression as she approached. The sight of y/n, immersed in her bad mood and that almost hypnotic gesture, struck her. The fire reflected in y/n’s eyes as she continued to deliberately ignore her, too absorbed in her anger or silent torment.

Wednesday stopped a few steps away, the sound of her shoes on the damp ground breaking the silence. “Y/n,” she said firmly, trying to get her attention but not raising her voice too much. She wasn’t used to apologies or pleading, and even now, she wasn’t sure if it was right to ask for forgiveness. However, her presence spoke for her: she was there, and that had to mean something.

Y/n didn’t respond immediately, continuing to watch the flame slowly consuming the stick in her hands.

Y/n didn’t look up right away, still turning the stick between her fingers as the flame slowly moved from one end to the other. The silence between them became palpable, filled with unspoken emotions and unresolved tension.

Wednesday stood still, her gaze fixed on y/n, but with that typical unreadable expression. She wasn’t used to taking the first step, let alone chasing someone, but with y/n, everything felt different, more complex.

“You should be more careful with that fire,” Wednesday finally said, her gaze shifting slightly to the side, almost as if she was trying to control her words. “It could get out of hand.”

Y/n scoffed, stifling a sarcastic smile. "I handle it just fine, thanks," she replied with a sharp tone, finally lifting her gaze to meet Wednesday's. In her eyes, there was a spark of defiance, but also something deeper—a hidden vulnerability that only someone who knew her well could detect.

Wednesday let out a small sigh, lowering her gaze for a moment. She wasn’t good with words, especially when it came to expressing her feelings, but she knew she had to say something. "Come to the dorm," she then proposed, almost nonchalantly, though the tension in her voice betrayed her. "We can... talk."

Y/n remained silent for a moment, weighing the offer. She was angry and wanted to keep her distance, but the truth was she couldn't resist Wednesday. There was something about that coldness, that way of appearing impassive and controlled, that made her cave every time.

"Talk?" y/n repeated with a slight hint of irony, letting the now-charred stick fall to the ground. But deep down, she already knew her answer.

Wednesday, without looking directly at her, gave a slight nod. "Or whatever else you want."

That small glimpse of vulnerability in Wednesday was enough to break y/n's last bit of resistance. Slowly standing up, she tossed the stick aside and approached, arms still crossed in a defensive stance. "Okay," she finally murmured, avoiding her gaze. "Let's go."

As Wednesday and y/n were walking toward the dorm, a girl approached them with a determined stride. Her eyes were fixed on y/n, completely ignoring Wednesday's presence as if she didn't exist.

"Y/n, can I talk to you for a moment?" the girl asked, blocking her path with a confident smile. Wednesday immediately stopped beside y/n, scrutinizing the newcomer with suspicion.

"I've been thinking about you a lot lately," the girl continued, ignoring the tense silence around them. "And I can't hold back anymore. I really like you, y/n. I'd like to go out with you." Her tone was direct, with no hesitation, as if she were sure of y/n's response.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, and she opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say a word, Wednesday intervened.

"I think you've made a mistake," she said in her icy voice, stepping forward and positioning herself between y/n and the girl. "Y/n is not available."

The girl stared at her, surprised by the interruption. "That's none of your business," she replied provocatively, finally acknowledging Wednesday’s presence. "Y/n can speak for herself."

Wednesday didn’t move, her cold, dark eyes piercing the girl. "She doesn't need to answer you because the answer is already clear. Y/n is my girlfriend," she declared, with a calmness that hid a silent threat.

The girl laughed, incredulous. "Your girlfriend? Really?" she asked, skeptical, glancing at y/n as if seeking confirmation. "I don't believe it."

The smile on her face, however, quickly faded when her eyes met Wednesday's again. Wednesday’s expression was icy, impenetrable, filled with an absolute certainty that made it clear she wasn’t joking. The chill in Wednesday’s gaze seemed to freeze the air around them, making it hard for the girl to find words.

"Try questioning what I said again," Wednesday added, her voice dripping with cold menace, "and I promise it won’t be a pleasant conversation."

The girl swallowed, visibly uncomfortable. Without another word, she turned and walked away quickly, her confidence evaporating in the face of Wednesday’s intensity.

Once the girl was finally out of sight, Wednesday turned to y/n, saying nothing, but her eyes spoke volumes. Y/n looked at her, still a bit surprised by the whole situation but with a small smile on her lips, appreciating how Wednesday had handled it.

"So... it's official?"

It was a question that touched on something delicate, something she had never had to confront before. Y/n’s words made her feel slightly out of her comfort zone.

"If official means I don’t tolerate anyone else hanging around you... yes, it’s official," she replied with her usual icy calm, though the tension in her eyes betrayed her effort to stay in control.

Y/n chuckled softly, surprised by Wednesday’s straightforward answer. "That’s not exactly what I meant," she said, stopping so that Wednesday would also turn toward her.

For a moment, their eyes met. Wednesday felt her heart beating faster than usual, but she would never allow her emotions to show too much. Yet, she knew she had to face this situation because losing y/n was not an option she could consider.

Yes," she finally said, her tone softer, though still restrained. "It’s official. You’re mine, and I’m yours."

As difficult as it was to admit it, Wednesday knew it was the truth. Acknowledging that reality was hard, but losing you would have been even harder.

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anonymousewrites · 2 months ago

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A Good Day for Death Dia de los Muertos Special 2024

Wednesday Addams x Demigod! Reader

Dia de los Muertos Special

Mouse Note: I hope I did this justice!

“And done,” said Enid, looking at her work. She was pleased with herself. “What do you think, Wednesday?”

Wednesday looked into the mirror next to them. She inspected the blank and white paint that created a skeletal structure across her face. She nodded. “Disturbing.”

“I’m glad you like it,” said Enid. She knew that was a compliment. She had made sure to only use black and white for Wednesday since she was allergic to color, but her own makeup had swirls of pink and blue around the eyes and cheeks. “(Y/N) will like it, too.”

Wednesday remained carefully silent at Enid’s comment (she was of the opinion it wasn’t obvious she liked (Y/N) while Enid saw through her completely).

“Do you have your gift for them?” asked Enid.

Wednesday looked at her evenly. “Yes.”

“Ooh, what is it?” said Enid.

“You will see when they open it,” said Wednesday.

“That makes me think it’s like a skull or something,” said Enid. She shivered while Wednesday grilled like a mad scientist at the idea. “And I know their birthday is on Dia de los Muertos, but let’s not make it all about death, okay?”

“Why not?” (Y/N) smiled as they stepped into the room. “I don’t mind. I am the child of Thanatos. And I celebrate death. Our family can still return to us, after all.” In the room behind them, the candles of the ofrenda flickered as if agreeing with them. The faint light highlighted their own makeup. They had the skull shape on their face, of course, but they also had gold and silver dusting their eyes and small black flowers on their cheeks.

“My family often raises one another from the dead,” said Wednesday, nodding.

“How does an Addams die?” said Enid, frowning.

“They decide to rest for a bit,” said Wednesday vaguely.

(Y/N) chuckled, and Wednesday was pleased with herself for evoking the sound.

“You guys look good,” said (Y/N). “Our makeup all fits us.”

“We’re here to embrace your traditions,” said Enid, smiling.

“I’ve always wanted to be a skeleton,” said Wednesday.

“And now’s your chance!” said (Y/N) cheerfully. “Come on out. The food is all ready.”

“Food!” said Enid excitedly.

“First we should put some on the ofrenda,” said Wednesday.

“Right,” said (Y/N). “I have a basket prepared.”

Together, the three took food and placed it on the ofrenda. Marigolds, skulls, and skeleton figurines already sat around the pictures of (Y/N)’s family. They smiled as they gazed at the flickering candles. Gently, they lifted an incense stick and lit it. Putting it down again, they let the smoke curl up around them.

“There,” they said. They could feel the energy of the room changing, and, though they couldn’t see any of their ancestors, their demigod nature let them feel their slight presence all the same.

“It’s so beautiful,” said Enid. “It really makes it all so beautiful.”

“Death doesn’t have to be an end,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“It is merely another state,” said Wednesday.

Together, the three friends stood and stared at the ofrenda until the sound of music draw their attention. Enid brightened.

“Is that—”

“New Orleans Dia de los Muertos parade,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“Quick, open my present so I can go and watch!” said Enid excitedly. She grabbed her wrapped gift and shoved it into (Y/N)’s hands.

(Y/N) smiled and undid the wrapping. They grinned. “I love them, Enid!” It was more jewelry in silver and gold, all with scythes and skulls and other motifs of death (that (Y/N) loved wearing).

“I knew you would,” said Enid proudly. “Now, Wednesday, give your gift to (Y/N). I’m going to watch the parade.” She ran to the balcony of (Y/N)’s mother’s New Orlean’s home and eagerly looked out as the parade approached. (She was both excited for the parade and eager to give (Y/N) and Wednesday a moment together).

“Here,” said Wednesday. She held out a black-wrapped box. The bow had small, multicolored skulls.

“I thought you were allergic to color?” said (Y/N) teasingly.

“Enid insisted I embrace Dia de los Muertos for your birthday,” said Wednesday. “And skulls are acceptable.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Wednesday.”

“You haven’t opened the gift,” said Wednesday.

“I know. But I know I’ll like it,” said (Y/N). They grinned widely, and Wednesday felt the now-familiar sickness of care course through her as she was the softness of their gaze (she was growing to enjoy the poison, truthfully). “I’ll like anything you give me.”

Wednesday considered whether her heart skipping a beat meant she was dying. That would be interesting, especially on Dia de los Muertos. Instead of dying, though, she just watched (Y/N) unwrap the gift and lift out a book. It was black leather with smooth, empty pages. However, on the cover was the carved name (Y/N).

“Your poetry deserves a proper book,” said Wednesday. “It’s far too good for a spiral notebook.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Wednesday. I love it.”

Wednesday deathly cold skin felt just a bit warmer beneath her makeup as they spoke. “Of course.”

“Do you want to watch the parade with me?” said (Y/N). They knew Enid was there, but the “with me” slipped from their lips unbidden.

“Yes,” said Wednesday.

Together, they walked to the balcony. Enid was watching the dancers and floats go by with a giant grin, and she risked a glance at (Y/N) and Wednesday as they leaned against the railing. She smiled to herself as they stood side-by-side.

“I’m going to grab some food, be right back,” said Enid, walking inside for a second. (Hey, she needed to let them be alone to adjust and have a nice moment.”

(Y/N) and Wednesday looked at the dancers go by in a swirl of bright colors, black, and white. The city was alive even as it celebrated death. In a way, it mirrored Wednesday and (Y/N). Both connected to death and mystery yet both more alive than others, not drifting through life.

Hesitantly, (Y/N)’s hand slid across the railing towards Wednesday’s. It brushed against her hand, their pinkies touching. Wednesday glanced down as (Y/N) pulled back slightly, not wanting to cross any boundaries. Looking back at the parade, Wednesday moved her hand over. Her pinky curled around (Y/N)’s.

(Y/N) smiled to themself, and Wednesday glanced over. She liked that sight. (Y/N) glanced at Wednesday, and, upon seeing her already looking at them, they smiled slightly. They thought Wednesday looked beautiful in the face paint and lantern light.

“Thank you for celebrating with me, Wednesday,” said (Y/N).

“You are…pleasant company,” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) smiled, and Wednesday smiled ever-so-slightly. An Addams and the child of death stood side-by-side as the spirits of the dead and living danced in lively music around them. And their hearts thrummed to life just a bit more.

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