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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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thedemoninme141 · 2 months ago

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Her Heartbeat, Chapter 6: Her emotions

Summary: Friday's therapy session turns into camping with you.. where accidents happen.

Warnings: DRUNK WEDNESDAY! Light Angst. EmotonallyConfusedWednesday!!!! Getting Drugged Accidentally

(Note: It is a veryyyy long chapter, Tell me how you guys liked it, or if drunk Wednesday seemed out of character, I won't mind)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

Worklist

By the time Thursday rolled around, the pattern had solidified itself, like a storm cloud hanging persistently on the horizon. Every morning, you’d sit beside Wednesday in the quad, annoyingly persistent but never enough for her to feel justified in telling you to leave. You had a knack for toeing the line—just far enough to irk her but never enough to earn her outright rejection.

In class, the routine was much the same. You’d slip into the seat beside her as if it were your rightful place. The second you sat down, her entire world seemed to narrow, every sense heightened in your proximity. The faint rustle of your clothes, the soft sighs you made when the lecture got particularly dull, the slight tap of your fingers against your notebook—it all became a package of distractions.

She tried to make sense of it all. Why would you go through such efforts to get close to her? You are definitely working for someone. Perhaps Thornhill? Or worse—another follower of crackstone? Could you have been a spy? Sent to observe her? To get closer and learn her weaknesses?

"What are you really doing here?" Wednesday’s voice was low, more to herself than to you. Her eyes remained focused on the blackboard, but her thoughts were elsewhere—specifically on the constant, irritating sensation of your presence. You blinked in surprise, your pen pausing mid-word. "Uh… learning? Isn’t that why we’re all here?" "Don’t insult my intelligence." Her eyes narrowed, her voice growing colder, “Why are you always here? Sitting beside me, following me like a shadow. It’s pathetic.” You leaned in closer, your breath warm against her ear. “Maybe I just enjoy your company.” Wednesday's eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Enjoy? You find my disdain enjoyable?” A shrug. “I find you enjoyable. Everything else is just part of the package.”

That caught her off guard. For a moment, she didn’t have a response and it took all her self-control to avoid showing how much that unsettled her. She hated that you always had the upper hand in conversations like this. She hated that your attention felt like a weight she couldn’t shake. Most of all, she hated that a part of her—however small and buried deep—wondered what it would be like to let you in.

Wednesday didn't particularly care for or against Fridays. They were simply another day in the endless monotony of her existence. But this Friday? It was different. It was another one of those irritating anger management sessions—a pointless exercise orchestrated by fools, for fools. And now, she had to endure it with you. As if her tolerance for idiocy wasn’t already at its breaking point.

She had barely gotten herself dressed when the inevitable, irritating sound of knocking echoed through her door. "Do you ever get tired of existing so obnoxiously?" she asked, her voice cold and flat. You smirked, unfazed. "Not if it means I get to hang out with you." "Ugh," Wednesday muttered under her breath, reaching for her black trench coat. Before you could say another word, Enid popped into the doorway. "Ooh, look at you!" she said, her eyes lighting up as she saw you. "That dress is so cute! It really suits you." You beamed. "Thanks, Enid! Thought I’d try something different." Wednesday rolled her eyes. "Different? You look like a walking garden. I half expect bees to swarm you the moment we step outside." You shrugged with a grin, clearly enjoying her jabs. "I’ll take that as a compliment." "It wasn’t," she deadpanned, slipping into her coat. "Let’s go. If we’re late, David will prolong the session for me."

As you two made your way out of the dorm, Enid waved goodbye cheerfully. "Have fun at therapy!" Wednesday shot her a glare that screamed ‘I’d rather die,’ "So, you excited for today?" you asked, the teasing lilt in your voice grating against her already thin patience. "Excited would imply I feel any sense of positive anticipation," Wednesday responded coolly. "No. Today is just another unfortunate event in a long string of unfortunate events." "Yeah, that sounds about right," you agreed with a chuckle. "Though, spending time with me can’t be that bad." Wednesday shot you a side glance. "Your self-delusion is truly remarkable." "Oh, I’m well aware of my delusions, but hey, they keep me going."

She sighed, trying to ignore the warmth of your presence next to her. It was irritating, how familiar the rhythm of walking beside you had become. You always matched her steps perfectly, never rushing, never falling behind.

Wednesday would've preferred the taxi ride to be as silent as it can get but of course, you filled the silence with light conversation, asking her the most mundane questions imaginable, while Wednesday sat stiffly beside you, arms crossed, staring out the window. "So, I was thinking," you began, pausing for dramatic effect, "do you think if I ordered a black coffee today, I’d be more like you?" "No," she answered immediately. "You didn’t even think about it." "Because I already know the answer. You could drink a gallon of black coffee, wear all black, and listen to Beethoven’s most haunting symphony, and you’d still be as painfully cheerful as you are now." You grinned, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. I think there’s a part of you that secretly enjoys my company. You’d miss me if I stopped hanging around." "I’d miss you like I’d miss an infection," she said coldly, her eyes never leaving the window. But even as she said it, there was a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. The truth was, your absence would be noticed. After all, you were always there. And when you weren’t, it left a strange, hollow space in her day. Not that she would ever admit it.

"Ah, there they are!" David called, his voice loud and cheerful, as if he had been waiting all day just for your arrival. He was wearing his usual obnoxiously bright scarf and smiling wide enough to make Wednesday wish she’d turned back sooner.

"Wonderful to see you both! We’re doing something a little different today!" he announced enthusiastically as you and Wednesday approached.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes. "Different how?" she asked, already expecting the worst.

David motioned toward a minibus parked just outside the café. "Today, we’re going on a therapeutic field trip! Under the open skies, connecting with nature. It’s going to be great!"

Wednesday’s entire demeanor stiffened, and her gaze darkened. "I refuse," she said flatly. "I did not sign up for some kumbaya nonsense in the middle of a field. If you think—"

"If you refuse," David interrupted, holding up a finger, "I’ll have no choice but to report to Principal Weems that you’re not making progress. And we wouldn’t want that, now, would we?"

Wednesday’s expression turned venomous. She stood still, glaring at David with pure disdain. "You are a stain on humanity." "Not the first time I’ve heard that!" David replied, still grinning. "Now hop on the bus, both of you." Wednesday clenched her jaw, resisting every instinct to turn and leave. The bus was small and cramped, all those fools were already there. and Wednesday had already claimed the farthest seat in the back, as far away from everyone as possible. You slid in next to her, earning a sideways glare. "Don’t get comfortable," she said icily. "Too late," you replied, settling in with a smirk. As the bus rumbled to life and began its journey to the woods, Wednesday stared out the window, her mind racing. She hated every second of this. But more than that, she hated how… unsettled she felt with you next to her. She hated how she could feel your presence, how your every movement drew her attention. And she hated that she didn’t want you to leave. Maybe this session would offer more than just torturous fresh air—maybe it would give her the chance to figure out why you were really here. Because Wednesday knew one thing for certain: you were hiding something. And she was going to find out what it was, whether you liked it or not.

David, at the front of the bus, was chattering to the driver, too excited for whatever nonsense he had planned. "How much longer do you think this torture will last?" Wednesday muttered under her breath, her eyes fixed out the window, watching the trees blur by. You leaned closer, a smile tugging at your lips. "Not a fan of the great outdoors, Wednesday?" "No, I had my fair share in the woods. I prefer my environment to be hostile," she replied coolly The bus finally rolled to a stop at the edge of a dense forest. David hopped off first, "Alright, we’re heading to the lake! It’s about two hours walk, but don’t worry—we’ll take breaks if anyone needs it! Stretch those legs—we've got a nice hike ahead" Wednesday let out a sigh, muttering, “And thus, the descent into idiocy begins.” She glanced at you, fully expecting to see that infuriating grin of yours, and she was not disappointed. "Come on, Wends," you said, using the nickname you knew she despised. "It’ll be fun." "It will be insufferable," she corrected, stepping down from the bus with her usual grace. She was already too bored to correct you. “Man, I thought we were gonna talk about our feelings. Not… hike.” Alex complained. "Alex. It’s about the journey—learning to appreciate nature and each other." David answered from up ahead Wednesday stayed near the back as the group began to march forward, already regretting every moment of this cursed field trip. You, of course, kept pace beside her, walking with that irritating bounce in your step. "So," you said after a few moments of silence. "What do you think the lake looks like?" "Water," Wednesday deadpanned. Rick whistling low under his breath. “Can’t believe we’re actually doing this. You still got the shovel?” Ashley elbowed him in the ribs again, her voice a low hiss. “Shut up, Rick.” “So, like, do you think there are any wolves around here? Or, ooh, maybe bears! Wouldn’t that be so dramatic?” Brooked chipped. Mike looked like he was seriously considering abandoning her in the woods. “I… really don’t think there are bears, Brooke.” “Oh, but wouldn’t it be romantic? You saving me from a bear or something?” Mike just groaned Wednesday caught snippets of their conversation, her irritation growing with every inane comment. She muttered under her breath, “I would gladly throw her to a bear.” “Isn’t this just wonderful? The fresh air, the sound of birds, the gentle rustle of leaves! A perfect day for personal growth!” David cheered from the front. You were trying to stifle a laugh beside Wednesday, but it slipped out. “You gotta admit, he’s really into this.” “I have nothing to admit,” Wednesday muttered darkly. As they walked. Wednesday found herself paying far too much attention to your reactions—the slight smile on your face, the way you occasionally glanced at her when you thought she wasn’t looking. It was intriguing irritating.

Eventually, the trees began to thin out, the scent of water growing stronger as the lake came into view.

Mike was the first to notice it, squinting at the far side of the clearing. "Uh… guys? What’s with the tents?"

David clapped his hands together, that annoyingly chipper smile still plastered across his face. "Ah, yes! About that—"

Wednesday's eyes narrowed.

David gave an exaggerated shrug. "Oops! Did I forget to mention we’re staying the night?"

The entire group froze.

"What?" Alex’s voice dropped, his fists clenched. "Staying overnight?"

Rick stared at David like he’d just been sentenced to death. "Nah, no way. I’ve got plans. You can’t just spring this on us."

Ashley threw up her hands. "David, you didn’t say anything about camping! I didn’t even pack!"

Brooke, unsurprisingly, clapped her hands together. "This is amazing! We’re going to spend the night under the stars—just like in the movies!"

"Of course you’re excited," Mike grumbled. "This is a disaster."

Meanwhile, Wednesday stood there, silently seething. Her mind was racing with all the ways she could strangle David without leaving a trace. "You ambushed us," she said, her voice cold, each word clipped. "Do you have a death wish?"

David chuckled nervously. "Oh, come on, guys. It’ll be fun! A little nature retreat, some time away from distractions—" Wednesday interrupted, her tone venomous. "The only thing distracting me right now is the overwhelming desire to set this entire campsite ablaze." You, of course, were clearly enjoying this, "Well, this is unexpected, but kind of exciting, right? At least the lake is beautiful!" She stared at you with her deadpan expression, trying to comprehend how anyone could be happy about this situation. "I sincerely hope the lake swallows you whole." You only grinned wider. "Guess I’ll take that as an invitation for a swim later." "Ugh," she muttered under her breath, rubbing her temples as though she could ward off the headache brewing in her skull. David, trying desperately to salvage the situation, raised his hands. "It’s not that bad, I promise! The tents are already set up, and we’ve got food, water, and supplies. This will be a great opportunity to unwind and connect with nature." You nudged her lightly with your elbow. "Hey, at least you’ve got me here to keep you company." "You’re the worst part of this." "Aw, don’t be like that. I’ll make sure you have fun." Wednesday resisted the urge to shove you into the lake. Each person got their own tent, which was the one small mercy in this nightmare of an outing. Wednesday glanced at the others, some fumbling with their tents or laughing awkwardly, completely unaware of how insufferable they were. Of course, you were helping David get the campfire going, your face lit up with a soft smile as you fumbled with the firewood. Wednesday watched you from the corner of her eye, wondering how you could seem so content in this ridiculous situation. You didn't seem annoyed or put off like she was—you were just… happy to help. She couldn't understand it. She had been relegated to "supervision duty," which meant standing around doing absolutely nothing while everyone else bustled about with assigned tasks. Mike and Alex were handling the food, Brooke was talking to some random birds like they were her long-lost cousins, and Rick and Ashley were off near the lake, laughing about who knew what.

David, with his typical cheery disposition, waved everyone over. "Alright, everyone, gather around! The fire's going, and it's almost time for our session!" Great. The therapy session. The exact reason Wednesday wanted to bury herself in the woods and never return. But she had to stay—for now because she had to find out why you were everywhere. She watched as you placed a few more logs on the fire before stepping back and joining the group. She hated how naturally you fit into all this, while every second felt like torture for her.

As the sky darkened, the session began. Wednesday sat at the edge of the group, her fingers twitching toward her coat pocket where her knives were hidden. Five knives. She let her mind wander to the logistics of taking them all out. David was the priority. Strangling him would be more satisfying, but a quick knife to the throat would be efficient. She could— "Wednesday?" She blinked and glanced at you, irritated at being pulled back into reality. You looked at her expectantly, probably wondering why she was spacing out. David cleared his throat, obviously oblivious to her thoughts. "Okay, let's start! Today's session is still all about discussing our most recent challenges. How we handled them, what we learned… you know the drill." Wednesday's expression tightened. Oh, she knew the drill all too well. Each session was the same monotonous routine—listening to everyone talk about their mundane problems and pretend they were making progress. It was a miracle she hadn't stabbed someone by now.

Alex started first, talking about how he got into a fight with his dad over some trivial matter. "But I didn't punch a wall this time," he added proudly, and Milo gave him a sleepy nod of approval. "That's great, Alex!" David beamed. "You're learning to manage your anger better."

Next up was Brooke, who dramatically recounted some "epic argument" she'd had with her mom over her phone privileges. "But I didn't give in! I stood my ground, because self-care is important, right?" David nodded enthusiastically, clearly buying into Brooke's theatrics. "Absolutely, Brooke. Boundaries are important."

Wednesday's eyes flicked to the campfire. Maybe she could just throw herself into it. That would be preferable to listening to more of this.

Mike's was about some misunderstanding with his sister, while Rick rambled on about his mother. Wednesday could feel her patience thinning with each passing second.

And then... it was her turn. David looked at her expectantly. "Wednesday, how about you? Have you faced any challenges lately?" She stared at him, the burning firelight reflected in her dark eyes. The group was silent, waiting for her to share some deep revelation. Of course, David had to push a bit, flashing his annoyingly encouraging smile. "It helps to talk, you know. We're all in this together." That was it. That was the final straw.

Wednesday's eyes narrowed, and she felt something snap inside her. "You want to know about my challenges?" she began, her voice dangerously calm. "My challenge is sitting here, surrounded by imbeciles, pretending that anything you people say has any merit. I don't care about your 'self-care' or your 'boundaries' or how you didn't punch a wall for the first time in months, Alex." Everyone froze. The campfire crackled in the silence as Wednesday's words hung in the air. "And you," she turned to Brooke, "standing your ground with your mother over your phone privileges, are you serious? That's not a challenge. That's pathetic. The fact that any of you think you're achieving something meaningful by whining about your trivial lives is insufferable." Then she pointed to Rick "You keep whining about your mother but you are so dependent on her that you can't even move out. How about you fix that and then whine." David opened his mouth to speak, but Wednesday cut him off. "Don't. Just don't. I've had enough of this ridiculous charade." She stood abruptly, her black coat swirling as she turned on her heel and stormed away from the group. You sighed, David giving you a look. "Yeah I know I know, I am going to get her, but umm.. if I do not return, look for me in the lake, that's where she might throw my body." The water shimmered in the fading light as she reached the far side of the lake. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, trying to calm the storm raging inside her.

But then, she heard footsteps behind her. Of course it was you.

"Wednesday," you said softly, your voice cautious as you approached. She didn’t respond at first, her eyes fixed on the shimmering water in front of her. For a moment, you wondered if she even heard you. But then, slowly, she turned her head, her dark eyes locking onto yours. There was a storm in those eyes—anger, frustration, something deeper that she was too proud to acknowledge.

"I don’t want to talk," she said flatly, "Go back to the group. I’m fine here."

You ignored her dismissal, walking closer until you were standing beside her, staring at the same water. "I’m not leaving you alone, Wednesday. Not when you’re this upset."

She let out a sharp breath through her nose, clearly irritated. "Upset? I’m not upset. I’m annoyed. There’s a difference."

"Right. Annoyed." You nodded, as if you were going along with her, but your voice remained soft, patient. "You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to, but... I just don’t think it’s as bad as you’re making it out to be."

Wednesday shot you a glare, her eyebrow arching in disdain. "Do you enjoy this?" she snapped. "Being part of David’s circus, listening to everyone complain about how tragic their lives are?"

You met her gaze, unfazed by her sharp tone. "It’s not about enjoying it, Wednesday. It’s about trying. Everyone has something going on, and sometimes, talking about it helps. Even if it seems pointless at first."

"Pointless is an understatement," she muttered, turning her eyes back to the lake. "All they do is whine. They don’t solve anything, they just sit around, waiting for someone else to fix their lives for them."

"Not everyone’s as good at handling things alone as you are," you replied gently. "But even you—sometimes you don’t have to handle everything by yourself. Opening up doesn’t make you weak."

She clenched her jaw, her fingers twitching slightly as if she was fighting the urge to argue. "Opening up is a waste of time. It accomplishes nothing. People think sharing their problems will magically solve them, but in the end, they’re still the ones who have to deal with it. Words don’t change that." You sighed softly, recognizing the walls she was building around herself. But you didn’t give up. You couldn’t. You had a mission.

"It’s not about solving everything in one conversation. It’s about letting go, even for a little while. It gives you room to breathe, to think clearly without all that pressure building up inside."

"I don’t need to breathe," she said finally, though her voice was quieter than before, less sharp. "I’m perfectly fine handling things on my own."

"I know you are," you said softly, turning to face her fully. "But that doesn’t mean you have to. You don’t always have to be so... closed off."

Wednesday didn’t respond immediately. Her eyes flickered, something unreadable crossing her expression before she quickly masked it with her usual stoic demeanor. She sighed, clearly exasperated, but there was a hint of something softer in her voice when she finally spoke.

"Why do you even care?" she asked, her tone quieter now, almost vulnerable. "Why do you insist on dragging me into these... emotions?"

You smiled softly, knowing how hard it was for her to even ask that question. "Because I care about you, Wednesday. And I don’t want to see you carrying everything by yourself. I don't want to see you ending up alone. Even if you think you’re fine, it doesn’t hurt to let someone else in every once in a while."

She turned her head slightly, her eyes studying your face as if she were searching for some hidden motive. But all she found was sincerity. That seemed to bother her more than anything else.

"I’m not... good at this," she muttered, her voice almost too low to hear. "You don’t have to be," you replied.

For a long moment, Wednesday was silent, her expression unreadable as she stared at the lake. Then, with a resigned sigh, she turned on her heel and began walking back toward the campfire, clearly unwilling to admit that she was even considering your words.

You followed, relieved that she hadn’t completely shut down.

When the two of you returned to the camp, the group was still sitting around the fire, chatting quietly. To your surprise, no one seemed particularly upset about Wednesday’s earlier outburst. In fact, David greeted her with a bright smile, completely unfazed.

"Ah, Wednesday! Glad to have you back," he welcomed her cheerfully as if nothing had happened. Wednesday narrowed her eyes slightly. "Did you call Principal Weems to notify her about my "failure"? " David chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "Of course not! Everyone needs to vent sometimes. It’s healthy." The others nodded in agreement. Rick smirked a little, but even he didn’t seem too bothered. "Honestly, I kind of expected you to blow up sooner. That was nothing compared to what I thought you’d do." Ashley gave Wednesday an exaggerated wink. "I like a girl who speaks her mind."

Wednesday blinked, clearly taken aback by their nonchalant reactions. She had expected them to be offended, maybe even hold a grudge. But they seemed... fine. Completely fine.

She sat down reluctantly, her posture stiff as ever, but there was a faint crack in her emotional armor. "I still think this is a waste of time," she muttered, though her voice lacked its usual venom.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out and winced. “I have to take this,” you muttered to Wednesday, who shot you an irritated look. You mouthed an apology and stepped away, leaving Wednesday sitting awkwardly with the group.

David gently steered the conversation back to her. “Wednesday, do you want to share? You don’t have to, of course, but we’re here if you want to talk.”

The urge to reject him outright surged within her, but something—perhaps your words, perhaps the nagging feeling in her chest—made her hesitate. Her fingers tightened on the fabric of her coat, and she looked away from the group, staring at the flames instead.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke. “There’s someone... someone who’s been getting under my skin. Someone who I can’t seem to get out of my head.”

The words felt foreign on her tongue, uncomfortable and raw, but she couldn’t stop them. The group remained silent, waiting, not pushing her.

“This person,” she continued, her voice cold but wavering, “is... everywhere. They keep showing up in my life, in my thoughts. And I don’t want them to. But I can’t stop it. It’s... infuriating.”

David nodded, encouraging her gently. “And how does that make you feel?”

“How do you think it makes me feel?” Wednesday snapped, her temper flaring. “Annoyed. Angry. It’s like they’ve invaded my mind, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake them. I don’t like feeling out of control.”

David nods, his tone patient. “How would you feel if you could get rid of those thoughts? Push them out entirely?” Wednesday frowns, the question catching her off guard. She thinks for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she considers it. She felt strange.. she thought she would feel better but she feels.. "Empty." The word tasted bitter on her tongue, foreign and unwelcome. She didn’t realize she had said it out loud until she saw the group’s reactions—or lack thereof. No judgment, no pity. Just quiet acceptance. She didn’t know if that made her feel better or worse.

David nods. “Sometimes, the things we resist the most are the things we need to hold on to. They can fill a part of us we didn’t even know was empty.”

Rick leaned forward with a grin on his face,

“So... is this 'someone' on the phone right now?”

Wednesday's head whipped around, her eyes narrowing into a deadly glare. "If you value your life, you'll stop talking."

Rick held up his hands in surrender, but the grin remained. Ashley quickly elbowed him, muttering, “Not the time, Rick.”

Alex groaned loudly, clutching his head in mock agony. "Ugh, All the emotional talk is making me sleepy, I need coffee, like, now. Someone, please, for the love of all that’s good in this world, make some coffee." David looked over at Rick and Ashley. "Alright, Rick, Ashley, why don't you two get the coffee started before Alex dies." Rick gave a half-hearted salute. "On it, boss." He turned to Ashley, who was lounging beside him. "Hey, go grab the sugar from my bag, will you? Ashley rolled her eyes but obliged, getting up with a huff to retrieve the 'sugar' from Rick's bag. Meanwhile, Rick turned to Wednesday, a sly grin on his face. "So, Addams, how do you take your coffee?" "Bitter," she replied finally, her voice flat. "Just like life." Rick snorted, shaking his head. "Of course. Should’ve guessed."

As Wednesday sat there waiting for the coffee to be made, she found herself growing restless. That hollow, gnawing emptiness she had tried so hard to ignore began to surface again, tightening in her chest. Where had you gone? You were always right there, standing beside her, but now you were out of reach well you weren't actually, you were just gone for a few moments and she hated it.

As the minutes ticked by, Wednesday’s thoughts drifted further. What did it mean?

The quiet chaos of her thoughts was interrupted when Rick handed her a cup of coffee. "Here you go, black as death itself."

She took the cup without a word, the warmth spreading through her hands as she stared into the dark liquid. She sipped it, expecting the usual bitterness. But this...this was different. It tasted...a bit weird but more than the coffee, it was her feelings for you that occupied her mind. How had she ended up here? Talking about her emotions, exposing herself in ways she never thought possible? She wasn’t the type to dwell on uncertainty. She preferred things to be direct, to have answers and solutions, but when it came to you—everything was blurred. Once these therapy sessions were over... where would you stand? Where would she stand?

She felt strange. The warmth of the coffee spread through her, loosening the tightness in her chest. The more she drank, the more that strange, comfortable haze settled in, drowning out her usual sharp clarity. She finished her cup without realizing it,

"More," she demanded, holding the cup out toward Rick.

"Whoa, didn’t take you for a coffee fiend," he teased, but he refilled her cup without hesitation.

What would happen once this was over? Once you both returned to your lives outside of these campfire confessions and group therapy? Would you drift apart, as people often do, or would you stay? And more importantly, did she want you to stay?

Everything felt off, but not unpleasantly so. The others were acting weird—dancing, laughing—but she didn’t care. She just wanted more of this feeling, more of the numbness that let her ignore the confusing emotions you always brought out in her. So, she drank more coffee. And more. And more.

Meanwhile, you wrapped up your call . “Yeah, Dad, YEAAAH, I GET IT. I’ll be careful. I already took them, okay? Yes, I’ll call tomorrow. Gotta go. Bye!” You sighed heavily, tucking your phone back into your pocket. That conversation had gone on way too long. You started heading back to the camp, but as you got closer, something felt... wrong. The group was acting strange. They weren’t just sitting and talking anymore—they were dancing. Not the casual, awkward dancing of people who barely knew each other, but wild, like they didn’t have a care in the world.

“What the hell?” you muttered under your breath, scanning the group. Where was Wednesday? You searched for her, but she was nowhere near the fire.

“David,” you called out, hurrying over to him. “Where’s Wednesday?”

David looked at you, his eyes glazed over, a lazy grin on his face. “Wednesday? Today’s Friday... right?”

You blinked. “What? What does that have to do with—never mind.” You looked past him and saw Wednesday, walking by the lake with a... distinct wobble. Your heart skipped a beat. Wednesday Addams didn’t wobble. She is as steady and composed as a statue.

As you approached, you heard her voice—low, muttering, and oddly slurred. "You... why do you do this to me? Always... being there. Except when you're not, which is even worse. But then you're there again, and I hate it, but... I don’t hate it."

You blinked, utterly confused. "Wednesday?"

She turned, almost tripping over her own feet, and gave you a look that could only be described as... perplexed. But not the usual cold, calculated Wednesday-perplexed—this was more... tipsy.

"Ahh, it’s you," she said, squinting at you like you were a strange object she couldn’t quite figure out. "Why are you always... there?" She waved her hand in a vague circle. "Like... just there, making everything... feel... confusing."

You stared at her, unsure whether to laugh or panic. Wednesday never talked like this. "Wednesday, what are you talking about?"

She pointed a finger at you, jabbing it in your direction with surprising force, but her balance was completely off. "You! You make everything so... so... confusing. I don’t like it. But also... I kind of like it. And I hate that I like it. You’re... annoying. But I get more annoyed when you’re not here."

"Okay, Wednesday..." you took a step closer, noticing how she swayed again, her expression shifting between annoyance and something else—something vulnerable. "What’s going on with you?"

"I don’t know!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air dramatically, completely out of character. "I never know with you. I think about you, and it’s like... ugh, why are you in my head?"

Realization slapped you harder than Will Smith's slap to Chris Rock.

“Wednesday, are you... drunk?”

She squinted at you as if your question was offensive. “I don’t get drunk,” she declared. “I’m above such mortal weaknesses. But you... you make everything so complicated. You and your... your stupid face.”

You grabbed her hand to steady her. Her skin was cool to the touch, but the moment you made contact, she froze, staring down at your hand in hers. “Why does this—this thing always feel weird?” she muttered, her voice lower now. “Your hand… it does this thing... makes me feel… something. I don’t like it. But I do. And that’s the problem.”

You ignored the way your heart raced at her words, focusing instead on what was clearly the problem. You glanced back at the camp, suspicion building. Rick. It had to be him. You reached into Wednesday’s coat, pulling out her knife, not paying attention to the fact that you felt several knives, and marched back toward Rick, who was still swaying around, laughing with no care in the world.

“Rick,” you growled, grabbing him by the collar and pressing the knife to his neck. “What the hell did you do?”

Rick blinked, eyes glazed, a goofy grin on his face. “Whaaat? Nothing! I just made the coffee... best coffee ever, man.”

Your eyes landed on the open box near the coffee pot. You picked it up, sniffing it. This wasn’t sugar. Your heart dropped. “Rick, you idiot,” you groaned. “You spiked the coffee!”

Rick just laughed, completely oblivious to the chaos he’d caused. Meanwhile, you glanced around at the others—dancing, laughing, totally out of their minds. Great. You were now in charge of nine drunk people,

And a high Wednesday Addams.

You sighed heavily. This is going to be a long night.

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toournextadventure · 2 years ago

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everyone but her pt.10

Summary: Coming back from winter break, Wednesday gets a surprise gift and decides to take her frustrating emotions out on whoever she can find. For better or worse, that opponent happens to be you.

Word Count: 4.1k Warnings: swearing, slight violence (fencing) Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Masterlist) Taglist: @extinctspino @basichextechml @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @jinxscatbomb @awolfcsworld @n0p35 @suzhiman @gengen64 @eclipsesmoonshine14 @asters-abditory @alexkolax @thenextdawn-backup @cacciatricediartemide @cozwaenot @the-night-owl-blr

Wednesday had not missed you.

Once coming back from break and seeing you wreaking havoc in school once again, Wednesday realised she had only truly missed the idea of you. Within one week you had managed to get weekend detention, nearly poisoned yourself in phyto, and set fire to the lab in chemistry. How on earth you managed to do all of those things in such a short span of time, she had no idea.

She was almost impressed.

Her novel was coming along effortlessly when you came into the room with Enid. Your wings, though tucked in tightly, were finally free of their harness. It was an oddity to see them out and about nowadays. Clearly you had been having a good time; you only ever let them out when you were in a positive mood.

“I still blame you for the fire,” you said, pointing your finger at Wednesday as you went to lay on her bed. She tried not to flinch when your wings nearly knocked things off her desk in the process.

“I am not to blame for your inability to mix chemicals.” Wednesday’s fingers had yet to still on the typewriter, no matter how closely you watched her.

She could feel your eyes on her as you started talking some sort of nonsense with Enid. Admittedly (only to herself) she was entirely focused on you in her peripheral. There had truthfully been no time to genuinely see you since school had started back up; it was like seeing you again for the first time.

Your hair was getting shaggy and you had noticeable bags under your eyes. Had you slept well over the break? You hadn’t told her about any problems - why would you? - but you looked thoroughly exhausted. There was a droop to your wings that gave away what your words wouldn’t.

All of Wednesday’s thoughts came to a halt when you looked at her and she made eye contact with you. Eye contact was something Wednesday was phenomenal with, she could hold it for hours at a time. But when she met your eyes, she felt frozen. She assumed it was how prey felt when it was being stared down by a predator. Unable to move or look away.

“Ooh, time for my date with Yoko and Divina!” Enid cheered, causing both you and Wednesday to jump. Well, you jumped, Wednesday just turned quickly to where Enid was gathering her things.

“Where are you going?” You asked; Wednesday just went back to writing her novel.

“Behind the greenhouse.” Enid sent you a quick wink that brought a smile to your face. It made Wednesday nauseous.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” you told her as she left the room with a quick “bye!”

Just like that, Wednesday was left alone with you for the first time since she had helped you pack for the break. For the first time since you had been brave enough to kiss her on the cheek. Just the thought alone had her mouth going dry and her thoughts tumbling over themselves. She wanted to lean over and return the favour.

No. She had clearly spent too much time with her father over the break.

“So.” Wednesday’s fingers halted on the keys. “Last week was the 13th.”

“What of it?” Wednesday asked. But she knew what; she hoped you wouldn’t go there.

“I heard through the grapevine that the 13th is someone’s birthday,” you continued.

Wednesday had been determined not to look at you, but after hearing the ruffling and moving of your entire body on the bed, she couldn’t stop herself. Her chair spun around and she was faced with you, standing in front of her with a single wrapped package in your hands. It was simple black paper and almost looked like it had been wrapped by children.

Knowing you, it probably had been.

“I know you don’t really do birthdays,” you said as you held the package out a little further. “So consider it my late Christmas gift.”

Her eyes stayed on the package in your hands, doing her best not to look up at your face. There was the slightest shake in your fingers, something Wednesday had come to notice when you were nervous. While Enid rambled nonstop, your fingers and hands shook and you would give a nervous, crooked grin.

Your half-grin turned real when Wednesday took the package from you. It was a familiar weight, but she couldn’t place it. Almost like it was on the tip of her tongue. Her own fingers slid under the edge of the paper and pulled it open, careful as always. You took the paper from her and started folding it - when had you picked up on that habit of hers? - as she studied the gift.

It was a black leatherbound book. There was no title on the front, but a silver viper had been painted with a single golden vial within its coiled tail. When she looked at the spine, the words “Viper de la Muerte” had been delicately carved into it with the initial “W.A.” directly below. Her eyes shot up to where you were toying with the paper still in your hands.

“I copied your first manuscript and had my grandpa and Pop teach me how to bind it,” you said as you kept your eyes glued to the floor. ��Alex and Hailey actually painted the front.”

Wednesday’s fingers traced over the painted cover, marveling at the details. Of course it had been painted by children, but it was still an adequate portrayal. She hadn’t met your siblings yet, but she could very well guess who had drawn what part. The delicate details of the viper and the rough lines of the vial gave it all away.

“I didn’t read it, though,” you said once Wednesday opened the front cover. “I’m a thief, not a prick.”

Her thoughts were running rampant as you continued to ramble on, your words going in one ear and out the other. A single piece of paper was slipped into the book, and as Wednesday looked at all the signatures and notes and well-wishes, she started to think.

How had you even gotten her manuscript in the first place? She kept it hidden, she wasn’t even completely convinced she had brought it to Nevermore with her. Then there was the part where you had bound the novel with stained leather. Was your family terribly adept at this type of thing? Book binding was an old world skill that most didn’t have.

“-so it was a team effort.” With a loud exhale, you finally stopped talking.

Wednesday had completely forgotten to pay you any attention as you had rambled on and on. The smallest amount of guilt settled in her throat, but she pushed it down. Nervousness had made its home on your face and you had yet to evict it. Has anyone ever told you the way the corners of your eyes squinted was rather attractive?

“You don’t have to like it,” you said. Why were you being defensive? “I just remember you saying editors can be assholes so now you have a bound book without them.”

She ran her fingers down the spine of the novel one last time before setting it down on the desk behind her. If you had attempted to quell the fear on your face, you had failed miserably. It only continued to grow when she stood up and walked closer to you. The fingers of her hand grabbed your tie and wrapped it around her palm; they were so close to your neck that she could feel you swallow.

It took only the slightest effort to pull you down until your face was level with hers. Being so close forced you to actually make eye contact with her. The proximity nearly made Wednesday change her mind; your face was far too close to hers. If she focused, she could see the slightest tremble in your bottom lip.

Before she could convince herself to let you go, Wednesday pulled you forward the rest of the way until she could leave a single peck on the corner of your mouth. Her own heart was pounding in her ears at how close to your lips she was, but it was too late to back out. Your entire body stiffened under her and she could feel your pulse racing under her knuckles.

Something buried deep in the back of her mind told her to move just a little further, your lips were only millimeters away. Just make the move, do what her inner turmoil has been begging her to do. But she bit her tongue and pulled away, releasing your tie and smoothing it back down before stepping back once again.

Your face was flushed. As was your neck. And your chest. And every other visible part of skin.

“Touch my manuscripts again, and detention will be the least of your worries.”

She didn’t give you any chance to defend yourself; she just sat back down in her chair and returned to her typewriter.

It was at least 10 minutes before she heard you move and finally leave the room.

—---

Fencing class. One of Wednesday’s favourite classes, if she was being brutally honest with herself. She couldn’t be entirely sure what it was about it that made it so appealing to her. Maybe it was the violence of the whole class, or the potential to best opponents and see the hope in their eyes disappear as they threw their helmets to the ground.

Or maybe it was simpler than that, and she just missed fencing with her father.

Today, though, she was on a mission. Since you had gifted her the bound manuscript a few days ago, she had been nothing but an emotional wreck inside. She had put it on her desk right beside her current works, but every time she looked at it she felt her pulse increase. When she would grab it to study it, her hands would shake ever so slightly. Every time she would look at the page with everyone’s signatures, her throat would feel tight and it became hard to swallow.

That didn’t even take into account the way her mouth went dry whenever she thought of how warm your skin had been underneath her lips. How soft your neck was against her knuckles, how all it would have taken was one brush of her fingers and you would have shivered beneath her touch. How her stomach twisted and turned at the thought that you were completely at her mercy when all she did was pull you down by your tie.

It was an unusual, uncomfortable feeling. To know that her entire day could be derailed because of something someone else had done. Other people’s actions rarely, if ever, influenced her feelings, her day, her thoughts. But there you were, there your family was, doing something that left Wednesday at a loss for thoughts.

She didn’t know what sick game you were playing, but she wanted to be around you all the time. On days where she could only see you during meals, or during classes, a rock settled in the pit of her stomach and made her feel ill. Or days where she didn’t see you at all, and her thoughts became jumbled or her reflexes turned jittery.

Whatever you had done to her, she was going to put a stop to it.

Luckily for her, that opportunity arose during fencing class. It was possible you had just gotten moved into the class; she hadn’t seen you in there before. You looked uncomfortable in the outfit, and you weren’t even wearing the jacket, just your uniform shirt and your harness. It was almost-

-no. She was here to make you pay, not fawn over you.

Wednesday did her best to ignore you as she walked over to one of the mats. You were leaning against the wall and talking with Divina, Yoko, and Bianca, your arms crossed over your chest. Were you attempting to sit out the whole class? That would be ridiculous, a waste of your time and everyone else’s.

Wait. She had an idea.

“Coach Vlad.” Wednesday finished walking until she stood right in front of him, her mask under her arm. “I request Y/N as my opponent.”

Coach Vlad sighed, but nodded once.

“Y/N!” You looked up at them with your sinfully innocent, closed-mouth smile. “You’re with Addams.”

The way your face dropped was almost comical. Yoko and Divina turned to hide their smiles even though their laughter was easily heard. Through her own smile, Bianca patted you on the shoulder and told you something that made you roll your eyes and sigh. Nonetheless, you stood up straight and walked over to where Wednesday was waiting. Just the sight of you walking closer had her palms sweaty.

Oh, she was going to make you suffer.

“Your saber,” Coach Vlad said, holding the piece out for you to take. “You remember your stance?”

“I remember a stance,” you sighed.

“Just do your best.” He didn’t sound too convinced in your ability to do so.

“She’s going to hurt me,” you mumbled, but you pulled the mask down over your face and stood ready.

Your stance truly was terrible, whoever had instructed you needed a refresher of their own. It was like the saber was nothing but an added weight to your arm instead of an extension. The positioning of your feet left you open to tripping or, terrifyingly, breaking a knee. She pulled her own helmet down to hide her smile.

This was going to be fun.

She lunged, and you reacted exactly how she had anticipated; with a sporadic deflect and a step back. There was a hesitation before her next move, making sure you were going to behave how she believed, and she moved forward again. Right there, you stepped back out of reach again. You were immediately on the defensive.

It took only three more moves before her saber caught you in the chest. One point, she thought as you visibly sighed and stood up straight. Coach Vlad put you both back into the starting position, and you stood with a bit more determination. She started again, and you managed to get one decent offensive combination in before Wednesday caught you again, flipping your helmet off your face.

“Holy shit,” you whispered as you turned around to find it; it was on the other side of the mat.

The flush to your cheeks caught Wednesday’s attention before her eyes were drawn to the sheen of sweat on your skin. Strands of hair stuck to your forehead and she had to fight the urge to step forward and push it back. Her fingers twitched at the thought of wiping away the drop of sweat on the tip of your nose. Why did you have to smile at her like that? Like she was something you would die for.

Oh, your mere presence was becoming insufferable.

“I would like to invoke a military challenge.” Coach Vlad sighed. “No tips. No mask. First blood.”

“It is up to you,” Coach Vlad said in your direction.

You looked at Wednesday and tilted your head slightly. What was going on in your head? It was a clear indication that you were thinking of something, but what it could be, she had no idea. If you accepted, you would surely lose; a swordsman, you certainly were not. But if you didn’t accept, everyone would know, and you were far too proud for that to happen.

“One request,” you said. Wednesday nodded for you to continue. “I can hold the blade however I wish.”

An odd request. What would your stance have to do with anything, you had clearly proven this was not your strong suit. But if you were convinced it would help you, who was Wednesday to deny you the much-needed advantage? She gave you a single nod, and you smiled before leaning back into a stance that was far more natural for you.

Ah. Wednesday saw her mistake immediately in the way you held the blade. The way you held yourself, more relaxed and agile on your feet. You held the blade down by your left hip and spun it once, your fingers seeming far more at home than in a fencing stance. So you were a swordsman, just not a fencer. This was going to be fun.

You made the first move, an overhead blow. She parried it easily and you stepped back, changing your stance ever so slightly. Ah; you were testing the waters. As you swung again, the difference in your attack barely noticeable, her thoughts started running wild in a mix of counterattacks and her own observations.

Clearly you had done this before. While you certainly weren’t using anything that would be considered legal in fencing, you were able to attack and defend yourself with relative ease. Your footwork could use a little refining as you stumbled when stepping back, but the rest was adequate. More than adequate, if she was being completely honest. It was-

“-ha!”

Wednesday felt the tip of your saber against her chest; why hadn’t you drawn blood and taken the win? Her eyes narrowed as she stepped aside, starting her own offensive. You were not going to take her down, especially not in front of the whole class. She was a proud woman and she would not be taken down by someone by the likes of you.

With no intent of her own, the intensity of her offensive increased as her mind continued to run through everything she was feeling. How the scrunch of your nose in concentration made her palms sweaty. Or how the snarl that tugged on your lips when you managed to sneak onto the offensive managed to make her neck feel hot and her mouth go dry.

She was so distracted by her own damned introspection that she didn’t notice you trip and fall to your knee until it was too late. With an overhand strike, you held your own saber up and blocked it, holding the both of you in an impasse. Your snarl stayed as you looked up and met her eyes, and your face slowly relaxed.

The sparkle in your eyes reminded her of her father. The way he would look at her mother, or even at her and Pugsley. It was a look of admiration, amusement, endearment. A look that said “I am yours, do as you wish.” What could have possibly possessed you to look at her that way? She had agreed to go to the Rave’N with you, had even given you a kiss on the cheek, but what had wormed its way into your brain to make you think she was even capable of reciprocating whatever feelings you were currently displaying on your face?

And why did it make Wednesday want to kill for you?

With a single move, Wednesday knocked the saber out of your hands and let the momentum carry her blade to your neck. You gasped once the cold blade reached its target, but your eyes still stayed locked on her. A smile formed on your lips slowly, and had to fight everything within herself not to reciprocate.

There was just something about seeing you kneeling before her with her blade pressed to your neck, breathing heavily and looking up at her with a smile on your lips that sent a shiver down Wednesday’s spine.

“Wednesday wins,” Coach Vlad called out.

She had almost forgotten she was in class.

With a quick exhale she removed her blade and stepped back. She did her best not to stare at the blood dripping down onto your white shirt. It had been a challenge that she had extended, and you had accepted willingly, yet the knowledge that you were bleeding because of her set something akin to guilt in the back of her throat. Surprisingly, it was accompanied by possessive pride as you continued to smile at her with that awestruck look you so often had.

“Come on, lover girl,” Bianca mumbled to you as she helped you back up to your feet. You still had yet to look away from Wednesday. “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”

You let Bianca guide you away, turning your head to see Wednesday once more before you finally exited the room and everyone went back about their business. The moment you left, all of that excitement and thrill faded from Wednesday’s veins, leaving her with nothing more than a hollow feeling. She didn’t feel any better after besting you, after humiliating you in front of the entire class and god himself. Those terrible, awful, torturous feelings were still present, and if taking it out on you still didn’t fix it then she was at a loss for what to do next.

You truly were becoming a thorn in her side.

—---

“Wednesday Addams, you are insufferable!”

That wasn’t quite how Wednesday expected to be greeted when she stepped back into the dorm for the first time that day. Classes had finished as usual and she had seen you in chemistry with a piece of gauze over your fresh wound. You had smiled at her just as always, if not a little more dreamy, before being seated with Ajax. Why the teacher had assumed you two would make a good pair, she had no idea.

You both ended up setting another fire. There weren’t even any flammable liquids involved that time. It was impressive, actually.

Then after classes were over, Wednesday had gone to the one place she knew no one would truly bother her; the bee hives. Eugene was there, of course, but he knew when to give her space. Besides, it was nice to have the silent company as she tried to dig through her thoughts and emotions.

This damned school was making her soft.

But she had no idea what had happened for Enid to scold her the minute she walked through the door. It was clear something was going on by the way Enid stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, and Thing was on her shoulder. They were both looking at her like she was crazy. Maybe she was, it would explain the anomalies she was experiencing within herself lately.

“We do not challenge our crushes to a duel!” Enid shouted again once Wednesday had remained silent. “And before you ask, Yoko sent me a video.”

Of course it had been Yoko. If anyone was going to spread the news about what had happened during fencing, it would be Yoko. She was nothing if not a fascinatingly natural spy, and with her two gossip-obsessed girlfriends, it was only logical. Wednesday shouldn’t have been surprised that Enid had found out, only that it had happened so quickly.

“Fencing is a large part of the class,” Wednesday said as she stood up straighter. “I simply needed an opponent.”

“See, normally I would believe you, but you smiled when you beat her.”

No. No, that was impossible, Wednesday did not smile. But when Enid held her phone out to show the video, Wednesday watched in horror as she did, indeed, smile just slightly. The moment her saber had sliced into your neck, the briefest of smiles had appeared. Was that why you had smiled at her in return?

“I am… unused to feeling such things,” Wednesday said slowly only after turning around so she wouldn’t have to actually face Enid. “I required an outlet for these… emotions.”

“Attempted decapitation is not how we deal with our emotions,” Enid argued. “What if she had actually been hurt?”

She supposed Enid was right, although she was drastically dramatizing the event; you hadn’t been nearly decapitated. It had been a simple, clean cut, it would heal in a week or two. And admittedly the thought of you being hurt, by her hands no less, was… less than appealing.

“I admit I am unversed in this area,” Wednesday said as she finally turned back around. Enid and Thing were still looking at her in exasperation.

Thing signed a few things on Enid’s shoulder that had Wednesday’s heart fluttering.

“Thing is right,” Enid said. She looked far too comfortable about teasing Wednesday. “How about you start with an actual date?”

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams imagine #everyone but her au

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grabowskibeepboop · 2 years ago

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Enid, stomping into their room on family weekend: Wednesday, I need to borrow something from you!

Wednesday, not looking up from whatever she's doing: Take whatever.

Enid: I need to borrow your last name!

Wendesday, stopping for a moment then looking at her: What... do you mean by that?

Enid: I'm SO over with this family! My mom wants to introduce me to an AlPhAaA, so maybe I'd grow up to marry him and mate with him, but I don't want to!

Wednesday, with a not-so pale face: And your solution is to marry me?

Enid, blushing: O-ooh.. did it come out like that? I was thinking maybe your parents could adopt me or something but...

Wednesday: Enid, we're not of age to be discussing this... I'm gonna go threaten your mother...

Enid: Okay... Thanks!

#wenclair #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #wenid

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caitlynskitten · 1 year ago

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Wednesday stalking Enid during a date

Enid’s date

Yoko and Divina barge into their room. As usual they’re already making out and stripping each other’s clothing. Divina pushes Yoko to the bed and climbs on top of her.

Yoko, out of breath: Finally. I missed you. I missed this.

Divina kisses Yoko before pulling back: I miss you too baby. I finally get to spend my time with my beautiful *looks up* WEDNESDAY?!

Yoko, hurt: Wednesday? Why did you say that?

The two look up to see the ravenette at their window. She has binoculars and looking outside as if she was some sort of bird watcher.

The siren and vampire cover themselves with a blanket.

Yoko: WEDNESDAY ADDAMS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!

Divina: And how the fuck did you even get it?!

Wednesday, still looking through the window: I picked your lock of course.

Yoko: Okay but WHY are you here?

Divina: Wait, are you staring into your own room?

Wednesday: Yes. It’s Enid. I’m just looking after her.

Yoko: Wait why? What happened?

Divina: Oh no. She’s on a date right? With the new girl.

Yoko: Luna? Oh right, the psychic.

Wednesday: They are NOT on a date. Clearly they’re just hanging out. They didn’t do anything. Not in the theater, not in the restaurant, not at the park. Nothing.

Yoko: Jesus Christ, were you following her?

Wednesday: I’m just looking after my roommate, Yoko. Just like you.

Divina: Okay I wouldn’t say looking out really but more like-

Wednesday zooms in at the window: Wait a minute. What’s happening?

The two girls, while wrapped in their blanket, get up to look through the window. They see clothes being flung around the room.

Yoko: Ooh, looks like Enid is getting lucky.

Wednesday: OR SHE MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE.

Divina: Okay let’s not jump into anything-

Before Divina could finish her sentence, the Raven rushes out of the room and back to hers. She stands in front of her door and listens in. All she can hear is laughing and loud music.

Wednesday: I’m coming, Enid.

The raven kicks down the doors and rushes in only to find Enid and Luna sitting in the middle of the room, organizing clothes.

Wednesday: WHAT HAPPENING?!

Enid: Oh. Uh…, wends. Hi. This is Luna. The girl I’ve been going out with.

Luna, nervously: Hi. We finally get to meet! Even though we have like three classes together.

Wednesday: Yes, hi Luna. But what is this?

Enid: Oh well Luna told me that she sometimes donates some of her clothes to the thrift store in Jericho. And because I have so many that I’m not wearing anymore I thought I’d do the same.

Wednesday: Oh. Got it. Donating. Clothes. That’s why….. okay. Uhm got it. Well…. Enjoy your night ladies.

Enid: Wait, wait Wends! Don’t you want to join us?

Wednesday, with tears in her eyes: No, no. It’s okay. I have to go. I need to go back to Yoko and Divina’s room and observe them having intercourse.

Luna: Wait, what the fuck-

Wednesday starting to cry: I’m sorry, I have to go. I’ll see you guys later.

The ravenette runs out the room, leaving the werewolf and psychic to continue their organizing.

Thank you for the rec @vaniloqu3nce 💗💙🖤♥️

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iikkeee · 2 years ago

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||Pale Moonlight w. addams ||

Wednesday Addams x female griffin reader fluff!

——————————————————————————— When Wednesday sees a girl sitting by herself she starts to want to know about her. Enid sets up a plan for her friend to get with y/n

A/n: sorry if Wednesday is a little out of character, also this story sorta of switches through different povs so sorry if that’s confusing. I also might make another chapter for this if you guys want it.

——————————————————————————— Wednesday sat at one of the tables outside of the school silently studying the students talking and chatting among her, she gazed intently at one girl specifically. The girl had caught Wednesday’s eye, she had flowy h/c hair, long talons, strange rips on the back of her blue uniform, and a tail coming out of her skirt moving softly through the wind. The sight of her intrigued Wednesday, she had never seen someone so beautiful. The girl sat at a table alone, her hand putting her hair behind her ear as she read a gigantic book, one that Wednesday couldn’t see the title of from where she was sitting.

Enid came rushing to Wednesday’s side with soft drinks residing in her hands “Wednesday” she called out to the black haired girl “heyy Wednesdayy…” she said once more rolling her eyes as she heard no response “Wednesday!” She screeched, waving her hand in front of the young girl’s face. That seemed to snap the girl out of her trance as she moved her gaze from the girl to Enid “Finally, I thought you would never respond” Enid said rolling her eyes as she made herself comfortable on the bench, setting her bubblegum flavored soda in front of her and a burgundy colored one in front of Wednesday. “What’s this?” Wednesday said her eyebrows creasing as she picked up the drink “pomegranate flavor, thought you might like it” “why would I ever want such a weird drink?” “Don’t knock it till you try it” Enid said winking before cracking open her and gulping it down.

“What were you even looking at?” Enid asked curiously looking in the direction that Wednesday was previously, “huh?” Wednesday asked, suddenly aloof “just now silly” Enid exclaimed while giggling “It was nothing.” Wednesday responded blankly as she played with the top of the soda can. “Oh come on! Spill!” Enid pouted as she leaned closer to the other girls face, causing the other to move away from her “Just that girl, she’s the only person that I don’t want to throw up from just looking at her” “ooooh, looks like Wednesday has crush” Enid said mocking, Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows and scoffed “I would never like someone, I resent the happiness from human relationships” Wednesday said blankly as she got up from the table “hey! I could introduce you to her, you know?” Enid said quickly reaching to grab the arm of the other girl “no” she replied quickly shaking off her hand, Enid frowned as she turned to the girl her friend was staring at, quickly chugging her bubblegum drink as she started to devise a plan.

You sat at a table silently reading a book of medieval executions, it fascinated you as you fixated on the drawings of the devices of torture. You felt someone’s gaze on you with your heightened senses but brushed them off when out of the corner of your eye you saw a beautiful girl with black hair tied neatly into two braids, her uniform black rather than the usual blue, of course you knew who she was. All anyone could talk about was the new outcast of all outcasts, Wednesday. Everyone spoke negatively of the girl but you thought of her as unique and wanted to become friends with her. “Hey!” You heard a familiar voice exclaim causing you to slam your book in shock, losing your page which would make it far too difficult to find later. “Enid…you scared me” You said your hand clutching your chest as you stared at the hyperactive girl “sorry about that, anyways want to come over later? We could do makeovers or ooh even play board games!” She said grinning wildly “sure I would love to” you responded giving her a small smile back “alright we’ll see you at…?” She asked pausing for a minute “I should be free near 6” “6 it is!” She said winking and pointed finger guns as she rushed back, you chuckled at her movements before quickly going back to your book, struggling to even remember the drawing on the page you were on.

When the clock ticked 5:50 you finished doing your makeup and put on normal clothing instead of your dark blue uniform. You put your sweater off before making your way to Enid’s room. You had barely knocked on the door before it opened revealing a brightly dressed girl “yay! You’re here!!” She said quickly pulling you into a hug which you reluctantly returned. You entered the room and noticed the change, one side was decked out with posters and bright stained glass, meanwhile the other side was filled with black and dull colors. Your eyes lit up as you saw Wednesday sitting at her desk with a typewriter. “Wow, your room looks different” You said to her “Oh yeah, since I got a new roomie…anyways let’s go!” She said before rushing to grab your hand and plopping you on her bed “we should tots do makeovers first” “sure” you smiled “Enid, you and your friend are disturbing my writing time” the gloomy girl said, Enid rolled her eyes “don’t worry about her” she muttered.

“Anyways, makeup?” She said holding up lipstick and an eyeshadow palette, you nodded and she quickly started to get to work. As she did your makeup with different pinks and blues you couldn’t help but stare at Wednesday. She was so cute, especially when she was so concentrated. Her features seemed to glow in the pale moonlight, and you almost melted at the sight of her. Enid smiled as she saw you look at Wednesday, her secret plan finally kicking off. You were snapped out of your trance when you saw a dismembered hand hop onto Wednesday’s shoulder before jumping on Enid’s bed. You raised your eyebrows in shock and Enid stopped doing your eyeshadow “Oh that’s Thing, don’t worry he’s a great guy. He also does great manicures” She said waving her brush in the air as she high fived the hand “I’m sure he does” you said shaking things well…hand? You weren’t that concerned about it as you were a griffin and everyone else at nevermore was some sort of ghoul or creature.

Wednesday groaned loudly at the noises you three were making, her hands angrily landing on her desk with a soft thud. Enid’s eyes widened before she giggled and started painting your lips a pretty pink. “one last touch and…voilà!” Enid exclaimed as she gave you a mirror “Oh wow! This looks great Enid” you said admiring the craftsmanship on your eyes. “There’s a reason I’m so popular” She replied winking “mani petites next” She said quickly getting up from her bed and rummaging through her clustered drawer. “Hmm, that’s strange…I seem to be out…I’m sure my friend has some” She said her finger on her chin “Y/n I’m going to go see if I can borrow some from my friend” She said already bolting to the door “oh I’ll go with you” you said getting up from the bed “No reason for you to go, thing why don’t you come with?” She said bugging her head towards the door, Thing quickly got off the bed and climbed on Enid’s shoulder. She waved goodbye and closed the door behind her with a smug grin on her face.

You sat on the bed boredly looking at your makeup in the room, your eyes wandered to the girl quickly typing on the other side of the room. “So…you write stories?” You asked the girl, she paused for a moment and glanced at you for a moment before saying “yes…” “what about?” You asked curiously, hollering inside from successfully being able to talk to her for the first time “a detective novel” She responded, you quickly got off the bed and stood next to her desk, you cringed as you thought of what she might say but instead she remained seated, her gaze on the pages in front of her “I’ve always wanted to write a book, just never had the time to” you said trying to make conversation “you need to split your days into hours, I always make sure to get enough time to write my novel” She replied gazing into your eyes. “I wish I could, I mean I love books so much…” you said reading small passages from her writing “I know.” She replied blankly, you smiled as your remembered feeling her gaze upon you in the day. “I’ve noticed you too, Wednesday” You said as you stared into her beautiful black eyes, she inhaled deeply before staring back into her paper.

“You’re fascinating” she dryly said “and you are too” you shot back with a smile “and you’re a-“ she asked “griffin” you said cutting her off, before switching the topic “I’ve always wanted to get to know you more, just didn’t know how to approach you” you said grabbing Enid’s chair from her desk and sliding it next to Wednesday’s, she scouted her chair to make room for yours. “So did I, but I don’t like the fact that I feel happiness when I look at your face” She said her eyes staring at the floor, you smiled as you took in her weird compliment. You both sat in silence for a moment, your heads resting on her desk. it was comfortable as you stared into each others eyes. “Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” You whispered to her, she didn’t give you a response. “Because you’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen” you whispered once more, she let out a soft expression as her eyes shifted to look at you. You both moved closer to each other, almost wrapped into each others arms. “You never even gave me your name” She muttered next to your cheek “Y/n…Y/n L/n” You muttered back. She smiled at you. “You make me feel the least dreadful” She said caressing your cheek, you smiled as you felt your heart pounding.

Suddenly you heard the door open to reveal Enid and Thing with a bag full of what you presume, nail polish. You and Wednesday quickly separated and you got up to greet them. You gave Wednesday’s hand a small squeeze and winked at her before going to the door. You and Enid continued with your makeover and other activities, each time you could you stole a glance to Wednesday, she returned them back sometimes with a smile. Enid smiled internally as she saw the scene in front of her, she pretended as she didn’t know anything as she painted your nails your favorite color. Little did you and Wednesday know that Enid had planned your meeting out, while you were sharing a peaceful moment with the dull girl, Enid and Thing were outside of the door cheering you both on. When you weren’t looking Enid gave Thing a secret high five.

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you are my sunshine

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

Chapter Seventeen

The week went by quickly, both you and Larissa taking a step back into professionalism to set up for the Rave'N. As both of you were perfectionists, the decorations took up most of your time as there was always something that looked off so you decided to change it or move it somewhere else. After everything was perfected and ready to go, you took a step back to admire your handy work, proud of how good everyone did to make this dance unforgettable.

"I'm going to go get ready," You sighed contently, Larissa giving you a nod while she took a sip of her nearly empty water bottle.

"Don't be late!" She called out after you as soon as she finished drinking.

You gave her a nod over your shoulder, walking out of the room, and immediately making your way to your living quarters. You were going to get yourself ready until you spotted the dress you bought for Wednesday hanging next to your own, immediately grabbing it and heading towards Ophelia Hall in hopes that she was in her room.

After a few knocks to the door, an excited Enid opened the door to let you in. A squeal immediately left her lips when she noticed the black dress in your hands.

"Oh my gosh, is that for Wednesday?!"

"It is," You chuckled at her enthusiasm.

"That dress. . ." Wednesday butted in, eyes focused on your hands. "How did you–?"

"You're not as sneaky as you think you are. I caught you staring at it, and as the amazing older sister that I am, I bought it for you. Go try it on." You practically forced the dress into her hands, not giving her a chance to rebuttal as you returned your focus back to Enid who was sitting on her bed with makeup spread all around her as she frantically tried to figure out what she was doing.

"Need some help?" You offered the small blonde.

"Please– I have so many ideas but I don't know what I'm doing. I've watched tutorial after tutorial but I always mess it up, and tonight needs to be perfect–" The younger girl was speaking so fast, panic spreading across her features.

"Okay, okay!" You cut her off with a small laugh, "There's no need to panic, I know what I'm doing. May I?" You point to her bed, wanting to sit across from her.

"Oh– thank you! Sorry, yes, sit." She attempted to tidy up her mess to make room for you to sit down.

You sat across from her, legs tucked beneath you as you examined all your options.

"First things first, what do you plan on wearing?"

"Uh–" Enid looked around before jumping from the bed to grab a dress that hung in front of her floor-length mirror. "This! Isn't it totes adorable?!" She smiled brightly as she showed you the dress.

"That's really cute, Enid! I have to say, I love your style." You admitted, as she put the dress back to return to her seat in front of you.

"I could literally say the same about you! I always see you in super cute dresses, and I can only imagine what the inside of your closet looks like."

"Maybe I can give you a little tour sometime, I'm sure you'd be in heaven." You smiled when her eyes immediately lit up.

"I would love to! I need a break from looking at Wednesday's clothes, they still give me the creeps."

"Then we'll have to remember to do that soon."

She nodded her head with the biggest smile you've ever seen on someone's face.

"Now, back to business," You cleared your throat, returning your focus back to the task at hand, "Give me one word for the kind of look you're going for."

"Pink!" She answered, almost instantaneously. "Ooh, and sparkly! How about these?" Enid excitedly handed you a small case of rhinestones and face glue.

"This is perfect, Enid. You're going to look amazing!"

Enid's face never faltered as you started on her makeup, her finger eagerly tapping against her leg. Thing jumped onto Enid's bed, holding her hand to calm her nerves.

"You painted thing's nails?" You asked the younger girl as you finished off her pink eyeshadow, noticing the color on thing's nails.

"Mhm! We've been really bonding."

"Hmm, I don't know why I've never thought of that before."

You and Enid chatted for a few minutes just before Wednesday came out, your focus turning towards your sister with a small smile. "Mother would so freak out if she saw you right now, Wednesday. Getting ready for the Rave'n with your roomie," You slightly teased her, earning an expected eye roll from Wednesday.

"What are you doing to her face?" She asked, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

"I'm putting small gems on her face. She's going to shine under the lights!" You had just finished applying the small stones, Enid turning her face to show Wednesday the almost finished look.

"You'll lose a hand if you even attempt to do that to mine."

"Wasn't planning on it, sis. You should still do something though, and when you're done I can do your hair. You and I both know you have zero skills in doing anything besides your two usual braids."

"Fine." Wednesday reluctantly agreed, just as there was a knock at the door.

Wednesday answered it, eyes widening when Tyler, the boy from the coffee shop, was on the other side of the door, dressed for the Rave'N and expecting to go with Wednesday. Enid giggled, knowing that thing had set the whole thing up.

The two of them talked while you finished Enid's makeup, finishing the look off with a bit of lipstick and handing the blonde a small mirror to look at the final product. Another squeal clouded your ears, Enid excitedly pulling you into a hug before jumping off the bed. "Thank you, thank you! I'm going to get dressed!" She snagged her dress and ran inside her closet just as Wednesday had closed the door with an exasperated sigh.

"Come on, I'll do your hair." You did your best to hide how excited you were. It was strange to even see Wednesday in this kind of dress, going to a school dance, let alone with a boy.

"Nothing crazy." Wednesday responded, sitting down at Enid's vanity while you stood behind her to fix her hair.

"Okay, okay."

It only took you a few minutes to come up with an idea and get her hair into place in an updo hairstyle, that was simple since it was her usual hairstyle, yet new for Wednesday as you put a new spin on it. Enid had since ran out the door, too excited to wait for Wednesday as she had brought a date of her own. Once Wednesday was done, you gave her a small smile in the mirror, one in which earned a small smile of her own.

"Thank you," Your sister finally stated. "You should go get ready, I'm sure Weems is already on a rampage."

You eyes widened at her name, her words from earlier clouding your mind.

Don't be late.

You checked your watch, swearing under your breath at the time you've spent on the two girls instead of getting yourself ready. "I'll uh– see you down there. Please don't do anything stupid tonight. There's only so much I can say to Larissa to keep her from yelling at you." You pleaded before making your exit, practically speed-walking back to your own room.

Clothes got thrown at multiple angles around the room as you stripped down as fast as possible to put your dress on. The mess was something you would worry about later, your main worry now being the earful you feared you were going to get from Larissa at your tardiness.

You kicked your shoes off to switch them out with heels before you sat down at the vanity. Nimble fingers picking out your usual makeup, but using a bit more contour and lip gloss, while also making sure to add mascara to make your eyes pop.

Your foot tapped repeatedly as you attempted to tame your hair, giving up after multiple failed attempts, and just putting a small braid along the side before taking a faux pearl hair clip and clipping all your hair up at the back of your head. Your bangs were purposely left out to frame your face, thankful that your hair had a slight curl already to it, saving you time on having to use a curling iron.

You added faux pearl accessories that complimented your hair clip, including earrings, a necklace, and a few rings that sat tightly over your long silky white gloves that stopped just above your elbows. Your shoes got kicked off to be replaced with a pair of high heeled shoes, making you prominently a few inches taller than usual. You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror, making sure you looked as good as possible before slipping out the door.

It took a mere moment for you to make your way down to where the dance was being held. You walked slowly inside, just after a group of excited teens ran through the doors. Standing just past the entrance, right under the fairylights, your eyes immediately swept over the crowd for Larissa.

Larissa would guarantee that her heart skipped a beat in the moment your eyes locked with hers. Her breath hitched, getting caught in her throat and her body paused at your smaller figure standing under the twinkling lights, your eyes sparkling almost as much as a jewel would've. You looked ethereal.

In her eyes, everyone else in the room disappeared and nothing else mattered. You were her main focus. She could feel the heat rush to her cheeks as she scanned you from head-to-toe, eyes lingering ever so slightly at your hips before returning back to your face.

There was something about her gaze that had you weak in the knees, feeling like you could topple over from just her look alone. She felt like a kid in a candy shop, and you were the delicious treat that she didn't just want, but needed to have. Her eyes were glossed over by the time she had come back to reality, not realizing how long she had been staring at you until she heard the start of a new song.

You slowly made your way to her, carefully slipping past the few students who stood in your path to reach Larissa, whose eyes never strayed from yours once you had finally reached her.

"You look so–" Larissa stopped herself to clear her throat and fix her posture, returning to professionalism once she remembered where she was. "You're late," She pointed out with a pained look in her eye. What she really wanted to say was how beautiful you looked, but she knew she couldn't with numerous students within touching distance. The last thing she needed was rumors spreading about the Principal and her assistant.

"Oh. . ." You attempted to hide your disappointment, but failed to do so. "I'm sorry, I was doing Enid's makeup and did Wednesday's hair. I must have lost track of time–"

"Y/N!" A familiar voice cuts you off, "I've been meaning to talk to you." Marilyn grabs your attention, earning a small scoff from Larissa that only you seemed to hear.

"About what exactly?"

The redhead went quiet, answering nervously with her eyes and glancing in Larissa's direction.

Larissa cleared her throat once more, taking a threatening step forward in Marilyn's direction. "I don't think I'm any of your concern, Miss Thornhill. Why don't you be a dear and make sure nobody spikes the punch, hmm?" Larissa tilted her head slightly while she plastered her best fake smile on her face.

"I–" Marilyn froze momentarily, stunned by Larissa's sudden change in mood towards her. "Okay. . ." She trailed off with her own fake smile, and walked towards the drink table, mind reeling from Larissa's actions. She had never seen Larissa act this way before, and her smile faded from her face when she looked back in your direction only to see Larissa had guided you to a more secluded spot on the opposite side of the room.

Before you had a chance to say anything, a slow song came on, Larissa's hand visibly twitching to reach for your own. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around you, pull you close, and sway to the soft tune with her, but she had to stop herself once more. She didn't think she'd be struggling this much when the dance had only just begun, but the way you looked at her with those big beautiful eyes, and looking the way you did, had her burning up on the inside.

You caught Enid out of the corner of your eye, dancing with her date, but completely focused on a different boy swaying with a girl in front of her. You smiled to herself, immediately catching onto that look. It was the same look you always gave Larissa.

"Larissa?" You question the blonde standing quietly next to you.

"Hmm?"

"Would you like to dance?"

"We can't Y/N, and you know that. It's unprofessional." She sighed, balling her hands into fists, irritated that she can't do anything with you in public. She wanted to show you off, she truly did. To show everyone that you were off limits. "I'm going to get some punch, are you thirsty?" She changed the subject as quickly as possible.

"Uh, no thank you."

She nodded her head quietly, a visible frown toying at her lips.

Just as Larissa walked away and out of your view, Marilyn had strided up next to you with an excited smile on her face.

"Wanna dance?" She asked when she saw you tapping your foot to the new faster beat.

"Are we allowed?"

"Oh, who cares! We deserve to have some fun after setting all this up, come on!" She chuckled, holding her hand out for you.

You attempted to look around for any sign of Larissa, but after failing to see the tall blonde, you turned your focus back to Marilyn and took her hand to guide you to the dance floor. Some old pop song had been playing loudly through the speakers as you and Marilyn quickly caught onto everyone else's dance moves, joining in with a few moves of your own.

Your hand never left Marilyn's, both of you laughing at the randomness of her movements before she twirled you around. You had just barely missed the heated gaze of Larissa when she arrived back at the spot she had momentarily left you at, only to see you out on the dance floor with Marilyn.

She had watched every spin, every touch, every laugh you shared with Marilyn. It should be her out there on the dance floor with you. She couldn't help but seethe at the thought of Marilyn swooping in to sweep you off your feet while she had left for only a minute.

Larissa's eye twitched ever so slightly when Marilyn had momentarily grabbed your hip, steadying you from falling after getting a bit dizzy from spinning around. The students around you cheering once a new song came on. At first you thought it was because of the favoritism towards the tune, but Marilyn telling you to look in the middle of the dance floor had you smiling like an idiot.

Wednesday was the center of attention when she started dancing with moves of her own.

"Oh my god. . ." You couldn't help but get a better angle of the scene unfolding in front of you.

Wednesday had pulled out dance moves you had only seen you do once before. It happened when she was much younger and your mom had decided to play some show tunes, Wednesday immediately lighting up at one of the songs that was playing.

"I can't believe she's actually dancing!" Enid called out from next to you, squealing with excitement at her roomie doing something that she herself likes to do.

"Me neither," You replied, smile never faltering as the younger girl ran to the dance floor to join in on the fun.

"It's almost time for the big finish," Marilyn grabbed your attention once the song had come to an end.

"We should go tell Larissa."

The redhead nodded at your words before both of you made your way back to Larissa who had her arms crossed from watching the two of you dance.

Marilyn either didn't notice Larissa's stance, or chose to ignore it, but you caught on immediately, noticing how she basically bore daggers into Marilyn as she spoke to her. The redhead had moved the three of you closer to the DJ booth so she could give the man the signal that it was time for the main event.

All the students ran to the dance floor in a large crowd to give their all to the last song of the night. Marilyn decided to join in, dancing her way through the crowd while the popular pop song played, leaving both you and Larissa alone. The blonde had visibly relaxed once the redhead left, happy that it was just the two of you once more.

You could feel the heat radiating from the taller woman next to you, your pinky finger just barely grazing her own, and watching a small smile slowly spread across Larissa's face at the little gesture from you. She couldn't resist any longer, and interlocked her pinky with yours, both of you standing close enough to hide the small touch from the dancing students in front of you.

You swore you could feel something drip onto your forehead, but chose to ignore it, thinking it was just your sweat at how hot it was in the room. But once you felt the same thing happen again, your brows knitted in confusion and you went to swipe at your forehead. Larissa's smile slowly faltered when she peered down at the red liquid on your fingertips, thinking you were bleeding until she saw the same red liquid drip onto your shoulder, then something fall onto her face right after.

You looked around, only to see the same red liquid dripping from the ceiling all around you, covering students and faculty in the unknown substance. You froze when the liquid only came down faster, most students running from the dance floor to get out of the room. Your eyes then landed on Wednesday who had licked her finger with a smile on her face, you following suit and discovering that the red liquid was in fact paint, and not blood that you assumed everyone else thought it was. And that's when you snapped back to reality, when Larissa suddenly let go of your finger to scream.

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chriscdcase95 · 2 years ago

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(Wednesday and Enid are at this date at a karaoke bar; there is a sundae dish between them. Thing is there as a third wheel. Wednesday clearly look out of her comfort zone, especially with what Enid's suggesting.) Enid: “Okay, how's this ?” Wednesday: (raising an eyebrow) “We go back to the dorm and watch a movie ? Sounds grea-” (As Wednesday tries to get up from her seat, Enid takes her by the hand.) Enid: “We won't have to sing...if we don't get an ice cream headache.” Wednesday: (narrows her eyes) “That's it ?” Enid: “That's it.” Thing: (signing) “I've done worse deals.” Wednesday: “Very well. I'm game.” (pushes the dish towards Enid) “If you are.” Enid: (chuckles) “Honey Badger ? I invented the game.” (Enid takes a spoonful of the sundae and moves it towards her mouth.) (Moments later, Enid is at the karaoke, singing into the microphone before the onlookers. Notably, Wednesday has an unreadable expression.) Enid: (Giving it her all) "I'm only a man in a silly red sheet/Digging for kryptonite on this one way street/Only a man in a funny red sheet/Looking for special things inside of me/Inside of m-e-e-e-e-e-e/Inside of me/Yeah, inside of me/Insi-i-i-i-i-i-ide of me-e-e-e" (Thing “looks” at Wednesday, noticing she's tapping her fingers along the table. Wednesday glances at Thing, and stops her finger tapping. Enid seems to notice this and flashes a wink at Wednesday.) Enid: (singing) “I'm only a man in a funny red sheet/I'm only a man looking for a dream/I'm only a man in a funny red sheet/And it's not eas-y-y-y-y-yy, ooh, ooh, ooh...” (Theatrically, Enid drops to her knees, holding the microphone close.) Enid: (closing her song) It's not easy...to be...me-e-e-e-e-e. (As the song ends, Enid holds a fist to the air, to a small ovation. We cut back to Thing and Wednesday, the former of who is looking away. Thing suggestively pushes the dish towards Wednesday.)

Wednesday: (scoffs) "Fine. Don't let it be said I don't keep my word. (Wednesday takes a spoonful of the sundae and moves it towards her mouth.) (Moments later, Wednesday is at the karaoke machine. She tries her best to remain stone faced, but her actual singing voice betrays this). Wednesday: (singing) “But now we're standing face to face/Isn't this world a crazy place ?/Just when I thought our chance had passed/You go and save the best for last...” (We cut to Enid and Thing at the table. The former's eyes are watery, while the latter is recording this on Enid's phone.) Wednesday: (still singing) “Sometimes the very thing you're looking for/Is the one thing you can't see...” (Wednesday notices Enid watching her, and tries her best to keep herself sober.) Wednesday: (singing) “Sometimes the snow comes down in June/Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon/Just when I thought our chance had passed/You go and save the best for last...” (Wednesday takes a shaky breath, keeping herself reserved. Luckily for her the song's a verse away from being over.) Wednesday: (closing the song) “You went and saved the best for last.” (Wednesday ignores the small applause as she makes her way back to the table. As she takes her seat, Enid affectionately gives Wednesday a hug. Wednesday barely reacts but blushes a little from embarrassment.) Enid: “Up for another round ?” Wednesday: “Do we have too ?” Enid: “I think we could get one more out.” (Pushes the dish towards Thing) “What say you, Thing ?” (Thing pauses for a second, before crawling towards a spoon.)

(Moments later, Thing is at the karaoke machine. Just about everyone looks on, completely awestruck.) Thing: (signing) "-I walked the avenue/Til my legs felt like stone/I heard the voices of friends/Vanished and gone/At night I could hear the blood in my veins/Just as black and whispering as the rain/On the streets of Philadelphia-" (As Thing continues, we see Wednesday and Enid watching from their table. Enid is similarly captivated, but she notices Wednesday wiping her eyes.) Enid: “Are you okay ?” Wednesday: (voice trembling a little) “Philadelphia was always Thing's favorite movie.” Thing: (signing) “Ain't no angel gonna greet me/It's just you and I my friend/And my clothes don't fit me no more/I walk thousand miles just to slip this skin...” (We cut back to Enid giving Wednesday a hug, while the latter looks to be on the verge of breaking down.)

#wednesday netflix #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #thing addams #wenclair #wednesday x enid #incorrect wenclair #incorrect wednesday addams

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depressionisreal1996 · 11 months ago

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The Traumatized Omega

Chapter 4

For fencing, I have no idea how many rounds they do in practice, so I'm just doing three rounds.

Bold and Underlined=POV Change

Underlined=Line Break

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Wednesday's POV

It was the next day, and I have fencing for a first class. I quite actually enjoy fencing, as it is quite relaxing. Unfortunately, we have to wear protective gear and have blunt tips. As I was walking to class, I feel myself look around for Y/N. I feel upset that a random omega has such effect on me, as I do not want any form of romance. I know she is my mate, but this is going to hinder my escape plans. Though I could just take her with me, my traitorous thoughts said to me. I could feel my eyes twitch ever so slightly and ignored my thoughts about the omega. I finally arrived to class, and I could smell my mate is here. This caused to look around for her, and saw her sparing against Enid. I can tell that she was taught well, for she is beating Enid brutally. I could feel a small amount of pride for the omega as she won.

I kept walking toward who I assume is the coach overlooking the self-acclaimed queen bee, and a weak alpha. He is loosing quite harshly, he has not been trained well. I could see so many openings he is missing. I just arrived to my destination, when the weak alpha tripped and fell in front of me. I stopped and look at him.

"Coach, coach, she tripped," he said, though I know she didn't.

"It was a clean strike, Rowan," the coach told him, but I could tell this has happened many times.

"Maybe if you whined less and practiced more, you wouldn't suck," Bianca said, mockingly, "seriously, coach, when am I gonna get real competition? Anyone else want to challenge me?"

"I do/I-i-i-i do," both Y/N and I said. This caused me to whip my head around to look at Y/N. She doesn't have any emotions on her face as she looks at Bianca. Bianca also looks at her with a shock and fear expression, and I could tell she didn't want to go against her. I wonder why she is scared of Y/N, but this also makes her even more intriguing. She then looks at me and smiles.

"Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in," she says, looking me up and down. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Y/N glaring at her harshly. This made me want to smirk.

"You must be the self-appointed Queen Bee," I replied, to which she just nodded, "interesting thing about bees, pull out their stingers, they drop dead,"

"Ooh," everyone said. She frowned and looked around when she heard everyone. I saw Y/N trying to hold in a laugh, this almost caused me to puff my chest is happiness, which I then squashed to pieces.

"Rowan doesn't need you to come to his defense," she told me, and quite honestly, I wasn't doing this for Rowan, I just want to go against her," he's not helpless, he's lazy."

"Are we doing this or not," I asked, which she just got into position. I let Y/N to go first, confident in her ability to win. She nodded her head and got into position. I could tell Bianca was feeling less confident, seeing Y/N going first. The reason I wanted her to go first, is to observe some more of both my opponent and my mate.

"En garde," the coach said, and there they go. Y/N is not leaving any openings at all, which was completely different to how she was fencing against Enid. She was vicious in her movements. My opponent was good as well, but not as good as Y/N. The first point went to her, which made me proud of her. They reposition themselves, and began again. Bianca was trying with all her might, but it was enough for the second point went to Y/N again. I could tell that this was angering Bianca, and I just reveled the fact. Once again, they reposition themselves, and began. This time, Bianca just went all out, trying to win. This time, I could tell that Y/N was just toying with her this time, until once again the point went to her. I smirked a little at the fact that she just put Bianca in her place. Now is was my turn, though the coach asked her if she wanted to go against me. She just nodded her head. We got into positions, facing each other.

"En garde," the coach once again said, and Bianca went first. We went at it for a while, when I was able to hit her, " Point to Wednesday."

We reposition, and I went first this time. I saw Y/N watching us with a blank face, and I wonder what was going on in her head. I get this strong feeling that she doesn't like Bianca very much. I went back to focusing on my opponent and she landed a hit on my this time. This made me frustrated.

"The score is even," the coach said.

"That first point was clearly beginner's luck, let's finish this," Bianca said, walking around me.

"For the final point, I would like to invoke a military challenge," I said, and I could tell everyone was surprised by my challenge, though Y/N was smirking at me a little, "no masks, no tips, winner draws first blood,"

"Ooh," everyone said.

"It's your decision, Bianca," the coach told her.

"Let's see if you bleed in black and white," she told me. We got into position and began. We were pretty much all over the place, trying to make one of us bleed. We were evenly match it seemed, when she finally lands a hit above my eyebrow. We stopped, and I ran my finger on where I got hit. Looking at the blood on my finger in shock.

"Your face finally got that splash of color it so desperately needed," she said with a smirk on her face. I saw Y/N running towards me, though she seemed pale and she was shaking. She has this far away look as she took me to the infirmary. Once there I saw the nurse look up towards us and came over. She guided me to one of the beds and have me sit. Then she turned towards Y/N and have her lay down on the bed and put headphones on. This seemed to calm her down, and that is when I knew that she had some sort of a panic attack. I wonder what caused it, as she was fine a while ago. After a while, Y/N got up and gave the headphones back to the nursed an left. I frowned, not liking how she left.

Y/N's POV

I just watched Wednesday go against Bianca. She was so awesome. I did smirk a little when she challenged her to a military stance. She was doing so well, when Bianca managed to land a hit, just above her eyebrow. This made me think of my abusive parents, as they liked to cut me. It was one of the reasons I'm blind in one eye. I know that a panic attack was coming on, and I needed to go to the infirmary, so I just took Wednesday with me so they could patch her up as well. I think I blacked out, because the next time I'm aware of my surroundings I was in the infirmary. I sat up, took the headphones off my ears, and left to get some fresh air. I just hope Wednesday is okay, and she wouldn't ask me what had happened. I didn't want to tell her yet.

#wednesday addams x fem!reader #alphawednesdayaddams #omegareader #omegaverse

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streamdotpng · 1 year ago

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Ooh the resigned Enid au!!

You know what else would be a good song?

Tolerate it by taylor swift.

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid

I greet you with a battle hero's welcome, I take your indiscretions all in good fun

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

hearts in the byline

Always taking up too much space or time

You assume I'm fine

But what would you do if I

Break free and leave us in ruins

Took this dagger in me and removed it

Gain the weight of you then lose it

Believe me, I could do it

If it's all in my head tell me now

Tell me I've got it wrong somehow

I know my love should be celebrated

But you tolerate it

STOPPPPP

The last line.. I just know that enid is aware that yes, Wednesday does treat her well compared to others but that isn't an excuse for whatever else she's done

#Song thoughts #Haveawish #Au thoughts

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Favorite ship from Wednesday?

Ooh there are a lot of good options! I have to say my favorite is Wenclair (Wednesday/Enid) (basic I know that’s most people’s favorite but they’re so cuuuttee 🥺)

Spoilers below as I explain why (& talk about other ships I like) but basically TLDR I love the opposites attract black / pink dichotomy but there’s also more to it :)

I like them because they had a lot of conflict over their different personalities & outlooks but ultimately neither of them changed who they were as people to fit the other, although they did push each other’s character development. After their brief friend breakup Enid doesn’t say “I’ll stop doing this if you stop doing this” she says “I’m not going to change to fit what you want me to be, but we work.” (That’s not an exact quote, but essentially.) Enid struggled to accept herself as she was & consistently was pushed to change by her mom. But with Wednesday, she could be herself even if that was very different from Wednesday. It was to save Wednesday that Enid finally transformed! That’s romance babe. Enid’s arc was about self acceptance & bravery & she couldn’t have gotten there without Wednesday.

You could argue that Enid pushed Wednesday to change, but I think opening up a modicum more than she did at the start was good for Wednesday. She’s not a different person with a new personality & her sharp edges blunted at the end, but she has learned to let people in a little more. That hug was the emotional catharsis of the show.

I like this ship the most but I don’t think that’s where the writers are going with romantic arcs & that’s fine. I also love it as a friendship & there’s always fandom for the romantic stuff.

I think Wednesday & Tyler actually had real chemistry & I think it’s heavily hinted at that although Tyler was ultimately working for evil, his feelings for Wednesday were real. The Hyde doesn’t really go after Wednesday & even saves her life. Because Tyler was a slave & his reasons for being evil were both ambiguous & complicated, I think there’s a strong chance he could be redeemed in season 2 & I would enjoy that along with some more of his & Wednesday’s dynamic. I loved the dance scene between them & always looked forward to their coffee shop Not Dates. The picnic & “horror movie” he set up for her was so cute.

Also, another good ship is Wednesday x Bianca. Bianca was such an interesting character. Her conflict with her mother actually seems to parallel Wednesday’s conflict with Mortician - their mothers want them to be more like carbon copies, or so they feel. Also, Bianca, like Wednesday is isolated from her peers. Bianca can’t really get close to anyone without questioning if it’s real because of her siren song. But Wednesday outwardly treated Bianca like a rival early on & their camaraderie was built over time & not based on Wednesday becoming a simp or anything. I love the idea of this ship & just exploring Bianca more. Of course the show will likely not go in a romantic direction with them either & that’s fine but I do hope their frienemyship gets more screen time in a potential season 2!

I have nothing to say about Gorgon dude who’s name I forget that had a thing with Enid or Xavier because they were just such bland forgettable characters to me sorry lol

So you asked my favorite & it’s Wenclair but I think there’s plenty of good options! It was such a fun show & shipping wasn’t at the top of my mind when i actually watched but it’s fun to think about now!

#wenclair #wednesday x tyler #wednesday x bianca #wednesday netflix #wednesday netflix spoilers #asks #anon #answered

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survivingthelonelylife-blog · 2 years ago

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Woe is mine and I am woe - Part 6

Wednesday x Enid

AO3 link to full work

This Chapter is a bit long.

TW: Homophobia

Next day

“What else do you want to see? Ooh! We could go to the bridge and then spend the day at the beach! That sounds like so much fun! What do you think?”

“Are you giving me a choice?”

“Of course, but your choice can’t be to go sit in my room and write.”

“Beach it is then.”

“Yay! Come on!”

We find our way to the golden gate bridge and Enid goes on and on about the history of it being built and how it makes for the prettiest pictures. She forces me to take multiple photos with her, the only benefit is her arm on my shoulders.

“Now let’s take a funny one!” She puts her hand behind my head presumably to give me “bunny ears” and I cross my arms.

“What’s funny about that?”

“Standing like this makes me look cross and I’m not, yet. That’s humorous.”

“Not really… Here let’s try again. This time try making a funny face, okay?”

Of all the stupid things, what is the point of-. Enid turns and kisses my cheek. What is she doing? She kissed me. Are we kissing. When did that start again? I pull away and my face must give away what I’m thinking.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. It’s unnecessary.”

“Wednesday…”

“Enid.”

My mind begins to race, what could she possibly be still so afraid to say. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

That? Really? Of all the things to talk about right now, she asks that.

“Yes Enid, I think you’re pretty…annoying.” I smirk and Enid laughs and grabs my hand pulling me down to the trail leading towards the beach.

After an excruciatingly long day at the beach listening to Enid ramble on and on about things that I can’t fathom let alone fake an interest in, we return to her house to find it frighteningly quiet.

Enid explains that her family probably just went to the woods and would be back later but as we walk through the hall to her room, I can tell she is nervous.

I don’t recall her mother saying anything this morning about the whole pack going out today.

She hesitates before reaching to open her door upon hearing the same thing I do, rustling, someone is in the room. She turns to look at me, there is fear in her eyes.

“Wednesday,” her voice shakes, I love a good mystery, who is snooping and what is she so seemingly afraid they have found, “Go wait for me in the living room, okay?”

I step forward, but before I can say a word the door rips open to reveal her mother. And so, the plot thickens. Ester Sinclair is nearly foaming with anger, clearly, she found something.

“Enid Sinclair! What in the hell is all of this??”

She motions at the journals open on Enid’s bed, some have been torn, her laptop is open with what looks like her blog.

Enid looks petrified, “mom…” Her voice is already cracking, and I swear I can hear the tears filling her eyes.

“And you!” Suddenly Esther Sinclair is pointing at me with a finger that looks half transformed. I applaud her ability to control her transformation, mostly, when she is clearly so enraged. I am yet unsure what I have to do with it though.

“You come into my daughter’s life, confuse her, put these ideas in her head! Telling her not wolfing out is okay! Telling her being kicked out of her pack unable to be a part of her family is fine! All so you could what, brainwash her into thinking this is all okay??”

I am starting to see the issue, “Thinking what is okay?” I ask fully aware of the answer but enjoying the experiment in restraint.

“Don’t play coy with me! Enid will not be seeing you anymore! You have tricked her, taken advantage of her innocence and lack of knowledge about your disgusting ways.”

“Mom! Stop! Wednesday hasn’t done anything!”

“I saw the picture you posted Enid! Did she teach you to lie now too! You brought her into my house and thought you could get away with it! I found the blog, the journals, this is not right Enid!”

“How could you go through my stuff!”

“This is my house, and you will live by the rules of the pack! She will leave now and that’s the end of it!”

“Mom!”

“Enough Enid! I’m just doing what’s best for you, for the pack. Don’t you want to be normal sweetie? Be with your family! Find a real mate! Have a real life?! We will find something to get these ideas out of your head.”

“There is nothing wrong with how I am! Why can’t I just be me!”

“This isn’t right Enid, and you know it!” She finally turns back to face me, more hair on her face and her nose slightly misshapen trying to keep herself from transforming. “You have 5 minutes to pack your things and leave. Do not ever speak to my daughter again.”

I haven’t even a chance to process the revolting behavior here.

Ester walks away and Enid runs to her bed grabbing the journals and sobbing.

“I’m…so…sorry…Wednesday…” She sobs out.

I’m still unsure what to say at this point and so I pack my bag and begin to walk towards the door.

“Enid.” I turn to her as she looks up at me with tears, mascara, and snot dripping down her face. “She only holds the power against you if you let her hold it. She may be your mother and the head of the pack, but she is not you and she does not control who you are.”

I walk out and hear Enid continue to sob. My level of aggravation is quickly creeping to its limit. I quickly assess all the within reach items I could easily use to stab, disembowel, or otherwise destroy Ester Sinclair.

I find her waiting at the door, to ensure I leave I would imagine. She has dewolfed herself and stares at me with a look more menacing than I have ever even given to Pugsley.

“Enid is her own person, nothing you do will change that, you will simply find her pushing away until she finds a pack that understands that even outcasts need acceptance among other outcasts.”

The door slams behind me and I find myself alone. I walk to the end of the road ready to call a taxi but suddenly unable to move.

I can hear yelling as I turn to see the rest of the pack arriving home. Mr. Sinclair walks towards me, concern and regret written on his expression as if he already knows what has occurred, the most emotion I have seen from this man.

“Are you leaving then?”

“It would seem so.” He sticks out his arm to shake my hand. As I hesitantly reciprocate everything goes black.

I see Enid screaming, crying, tortured and not in an acceptable way. Held down, being strapped to a chair, unknown people surround her. Ester Sinclair sits in the corner ignoring her daughter’s pleas. When I come to, I am on the ground surrounded by Mr. Sinclair and the rest of the Sinclair boys.

“Enid, she’s in trouble, this isn’t right, they’ll hurt her.”

Mr. Sinclair seems to understand. He helps me up and tells the boys to stay put and make sure I don’t pass out again, no use in explaining I had a vision.

Not 10 minutes later I see a wolf running out from the back of the house, two of the boys run after it.

Enid comes out of the house still crying, holding two duffle bags. Mr. Sinclair starts the car and motions for Enid and me to get in. It doesn’t take long for the situation to set in as we sit in silence the whole ride to the train depot. We get out and walk to the ticketing booth. Silence.

“Two tickets to New Jersey.”

Mr. Sinclair hands the tickets to Enid and walks us to the platform. The next train leaves in an hour, so we find an area to sit.

“Enid, walk me to the car please.”

Silently and without looking him in the eye Enid obliges. She returns a few minutes later, again crying. I am lost for words. I know there is nothing I could say to make anything better. So instead, we sit, silent, the only noises come from the other travelers as trains arrive and depart.

When we finally get on our train, find our cabin, and sit, Enid eventually looks up at me and begins to sob, I cannot bare it. She is all things soft and bright, annoyingly so, but right now, I have never seen her darker, she is in pain, yet I am hurt to see it.

I get up and move to sit next to her. She continues to sob. I think about grabbing her hand, telling her it will be fine, that this is better than that house and that mother. Again, I stop myself knowing it will not help.

What the hell.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her near to me. She turns and slams her body into me, hugging so tightly I struggle to breath.

She really needs to get control of her strength, accidental death by a sobbing werewolf is not my idea of an interesting way to die. She loosens her grip, maybe she heard a rib crack, and lays her head on my lap. She is still crying but it is steadier now, not so wracking.

I place my hand on her head and brush my fingers through her hair just as I did all those weeks ago. Finally, she falls asleep, and this is how we stay for most of the three-day journey home.

#wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday fanfic #wenclair #wenclair fanfic #jenna ortega #emma myers #slow burn #woe is mine and I am woe

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