#Wednesday Addams x gn reader

[woewriting]

bloodlines

pairing: wednesday addams | vampire reader word count: 1595 warnings: mdni, +18 only! blood mention/drinking, reader's a vampire duh, no pronouns used, thigh riding, small master x pet dynamics at the end. a/n: first wdw in weeks... just a small thing for my vampire fellas.

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Your leg bounced up and down, the almost inaudible sound of the heel of your shoes hitting the wooden floor annoying the girl sitting next to you on the bed, the movements of your legs and the way you chewed on your bottom lip enough to get her annoyed.

Closing the book, Wednesday turned to you, eyes alternating between the irritating move and your features.

“Can you stop with that infuriating sound? It’s distracting me.”

“Uh?” You look at Wednesday, eyes darting from yours to your bouncing leg in a silent answer. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice it.”

“Now that you do, stop it.”

“I can’t control it.”

Wednesday took a deep breath, bringing her hand to rest on top of your knee, forcing you to stop. Somehow, your leg was still shaking under her touch and now, a heatwave spread inside your body at the sudden touch, a bright red color threatening to take over your vision, a sharp pain in your gums.

You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to take control over your instincts. But Addams being so close to you with her almost unnoticeable perfume and hand on your thigh, it was hard and any small thing coming from her was enough to get you to lose control.

“You’re starving, aren’t you?” All you could do was nod, not wanting her to see the sharp fangs that sunk on the inside of your mouth. Removing her hand from your leg, you felt a weight being placed on top of your body instead. “Open your eyes, let me take a look at them.”

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head.

“I wasn’t asking. Open them now and look at me.”

Despise the calming way she spoke, her words and demanding tone were enough to get you to do as you were told, unable to resist the smell she had; It was like a spell placed on you.

Wednesday brought her hands to your face, opening your lips to see the sharp fangs you were hiding, pressing the tip of a finger under one, a single drop of raven blood poking out of the small wound was enough to cover your lower lip with her movement.

“Wends��” You warned with a hoarse voice, controlling the impulse to lick the sweet blood off of your lip.

The dark, silky sheets under your hands ripping off around your nails, stopping you from digging the skin of her waist. Knowing Wednesday, she would definitely make you pay for a new set.

Ignoring the warning timbre in your voice, Wednesday opened her white blouse, dragging the fabric away from her shoulder area along with the strip of her bra.

“Take it.”

“No.”

“If you want to keep that snarky tongue of yours, I suggest you to stop fighting and just do as I am telling you to.”

The second you focused on the cold, pale skin, of her neck, everything around you turned red, melting as you caught the sound of her blood flowing through her body, the steady pace of her heartbeat, muffling every small sound that surrounded the both of you.

All you could hear, see and smell, came from the small girl sitting on your lap. And that was all that matters.

The red, warm, sweet blood that kept her alive. The blood of a Raven, Wednesday being the last one of her bloodline known to you.

Noticing the lack of motion coming from your frozen body, the Addams girl gently tugged you by the back of your head, bringing you closer to her.

“Take it.” She whispered; fingers lost in your hair. “It’s all yours.”

“All mine…” You replied, lost in your red reality, barely processing what left her lips, all you could hear, loud and clear, was the pumping of her jugular, the sweet blood rushing through her veins.

Leaning in, your nose brushed on the cold skin, taking a deep breath. The ghostly touch causing the other to close her eyes. You opened your mouth, enough for the tip of your tongue to touch her, a surprised sigh coming from Wednesday.

“I profoundly hate when you do that.”

“Are you sure? Because I can hear every beat of your heart.” You placed a kissed near her collarbones. “And the way your thighs are pressing against mine.” Another kiss, a little bit higher.

“Stop talking. It’s an order.”

You laughed against her, hands slowly moving from the silky sheets to her thighs. “You’re in no place to boss me around, Addams.”

“I thought you enjoyed being my little pet.”

“I enjoy more when you’re my prey.”

Looking into your eyes, Wednesday could barely see the color of it, dark red mixed with golden strings covering most of your iris, pupils dilated in a black color. The veins under your eyes, disappearing and appearing as if it was following the beat of a music, little did she know it was synchronized with her own heartbeat.

It always felt like that, to be under her spell, if felt paralyzing, something in the way Wednesday smelled and tasted like, so sweet it was like drinking honey.

For her, having your teeth sinking in her neck, poison spreading through your saliva turning the pain into pleasure in just a few seconds. She would never admit, but being your personal blood bag made the pain settle in between her thighs.

She needed you as much as you needed her.

Why else would she sit on your lap and keep you around? Allowing you to follow every single step of hers like a lost puppy, holding you on a tight leash, stopping you from biting others like a misbehaved puppy.

Gulping, she licked her lips, your eyes following every single movement of her body. She felt like an addicted waiting for the next jet of poison, it’s been days since the last time you fed on her.

“Did you drink from somebody else?” You shook your head. You tried to, actually, blood bags, human blood straight from the vein, animal blood that you captured with Eugene’s help; they all tasted like garbage. “Then why are you refusing to do as I tell you to?”

“Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

A small grin tugged on her lips. “I want you to hurt me.”

A gush of adrenaline ran in the veins under your eyes the second you heard her whisper, eyes filled with a specific glow that you almost never see in Wednesday: excitement.

The moment your fangs dug in the cold skin, a low moan escaped between Wednesday’s parted lips, the fingers in your hair pulling you impossible closer. The hot, thick red liquid filled your mouth, the iron taste almost unnoticeable, being replaced by a sweet taste that only she had.

Throwing her head back in an attempt to give you more access to her neck, she didn’t even notice that small rhythm her hips were following against your legs, rubbing herself on you. Her scent, stronger than ever, filling every centimeter of your lungs like smoke.

Moving your hands to her hips, you bruised the covered skin as you helped her steady movements. Opening her lips to take a deep breath soon became a breathless moan, your name escaping her parted lips as you drank more and more from her, the poison spreading through her veins as you lick the open wound, capturing what escaped from your hungry mouth before biting her again.

Wednesday was weak in your arms, the hot feeling in the pit of her stomach getting hotter and hotter as she rounded her hips on your leg, a wet stain on the fabric of your jeans as she came, eyes rolling to the back of her head and body falling back, being held by your hands.

Switching positions, you laid the small girl on her bed, dark silky sheets embracing her body as you laid on top of her to lick around her neck, not wasting a single drop of the precious blood that you couldn’t go without.

Kissing your way up to her face, Addams still had her eyes closed, a fainted reddish color spread on her cheeks as she came down from her high. When she opened her eyes, she was met with your golden ones, shining like a star in the night sky. She caressed your face, thumb swiping your lips to collect the thick liquid that covered them before gently sucking on them, maintaining the eye contact; a satisfied hum in her throat.

“Kiss me. I want to taste my blood on your tongue.”

As she commanded, you connected your lips together in a kiss that was soft at first, turning to bruising and desperate as her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, lips wrapping around your tongue to get more of it before she breaks the kiss, hands moving to your shoulders.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused, as she tried to push you down, but you, being stronger than her, didn’t move an inch.

“I need your tongue somewhere else, and I need it now, so be a good pet and collaborate with me.”

Wednesday was nearly screaming inside, her weak body in desperate need of you, one of the collateral damages from your poison. And the way you smelled, the way your hands touch her body, it was a lot more than just the venom that rushed in her veins, there was something else in the brownish glow that stared at you. You smiled.

“As you wish, master.”

[teaaagan]

No

Yoko: Wednesday, can you...? 

Wednesday: No, sorry. I'm busy

Y/N: *walks into the room* Wends, can you...?

Wednesday: Yes, of course

Yoko: You have got be kidding me!

Enid: Seriously?! What did you expect? wednesday is physically unable to say 'No' to Y/N

[eddieboi23]

Sticker

Wednesday, staring: You’re giving me ,a sticker? 
Y/n: Not JUST a Sticker. a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!” 
Wednesday, with a disgusted look : I am not a preschooler. 
Y/n: Fine, I’ll take it back- 
Wednesday: I earned this, back off

[drkmgs]

Wednesday: Tell the truth.

Y/N: The truth? I like you. A lot. You make me happy. You make me laugh. You're Intelligent. You're different. You're emotionless and awkward and your murderous act alone can make my day.

Wednesday: The truth about who stabbed you.

Wednesday pressed down onto your wound.

Y/N: okay. okay. Ouch. Ouch. No one stabbed me. I fell. for you.

You swore you saw a little smile creep onto her lips, but she continued to press onto your stab wound...

[6rookie-writer0110]

Yandere! Wednesday Addams Would Include...

•When Wednesday first saw you, she knew you had to be hers.

•You have noticed Wednesday around campus but never spoke to her.

•She started to become obsessed with you.

•Wednesday had to know everything about you.

•She would send Thing to spy on you.

•You never noticed Thing spying on you.

•Wednesday has a notebook filled with information about you.

•Wednesday would make a small conversation with you.

•One day, someone flirted with you and she felt jealous.

•She doesn't want anyone to be around you.

•Wednesday would use her old typewriter, to write love dark letters.

•She would secretly put them in your dorm room or backpack.

•But she never put her name on them, but you would read the letters.

•Each Letter would explicit details of what she would do and how deeply in love she is with you.

•She would spy on you during the night.

•Someone was bothering you and Wednesday didn't hesitate to torture that person.

•Her parents know about her obsession with you.

•Her father would give tips on what to do.

•Wednesday doesn't need help to kidnap you but doesn't mind Uncle Fester helping her to kidnap you.

•Uncle Fester and Wednesday took you to the mansion.

•Wednesday told you about love letters she wrote for you.

•She still doesn't show emotions.

•You met her family.

•Pugsley tries to be your friend.

• Wednesday enjoys watching you try to escape.

•You made it to the woods, but she is steps ahead of you.

•She set up traps in the woods and you would get caught.

•Wednesday would be angry and tell you not to break her rules.

•Your first kiss on Wednesday was at the cemetery. She was talking about her family members.

•You were forced to marry Wednesday.

•Gomez and Morticia would tell you what their daughter is capable of.

•Wednesday would torture you when you break the rules.

•Wednesday can see the future of what you will do next.

•Wednesday does remind you that you are her property.

[erynaster]

Wednesday, muttering under her breath: I want to kiss you.

Y/N, not paying attention: What?

Wednesday: I said if you die, I won't miss you.

[i984]

Not So Peachy of a Trick | Part 3

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader.

|Warnings|: Afraid of commitment! Wednesday Addams, reader was under the impression of one thing, Wednesday never elaborates the misunderstanding until now, lame-ass guy trying to make moves, Jealous! Wednesday Addams.

|Summary|: Your whole entire relationship with Wednesday Addams is apparently a lie.

|Word count|: 1.1k words

|A/n|: This is a part 3 to "Sweet Words Make a Lovely Shade" (check link in reply for my masterlist)! Reblog and like if you enjoy!

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Dying.

That's what you feel like doing right now.

A lame-ass guy is sitting on what would usually be Wednesday's seat at Weathervane's sofa booth. And what makes it even worse? He's talking- no, flirting with you, you're pretty sure, and your apparently not-girlfriend is not here to save you. 

Your mind travels back to the implausible turn of events unfolding earlier that evening as you sip your coffee and nod your head, smiling politely at the man's poor attempt at a joke.

"What. The. Actual. Friggin. Sheet. IS HAPPENING HERE?" 

You quickly push yourself off Wednesday when the blonde's booming voice rings through the entire dormitory to hear. 

"I believe you have eyes to see what had happened, Enid." Wednesday's tone sounds calm and collected—like she hasn't just taken all the air out of your lungs from the intensity of her kiss—and you can practically hear her best friend who had witnessed everything squeal and jump in excitement; hardwood floor squeaking in her wake. 

"Oh my god, tell me everything!" Enid ran and sprawled her figure across your bed as she continued, "I know you guys have like a thing going on, but I didn't expect it to go so far as to flash me with a passionate make-out session," and you can hear the mix of curiosity and nausea etched in her voice.

You groan as you bury your head in your arms, face heating up because suddenly the room feels abnormally hot. 

"She humiliated me with compliments a few days ago," Wednesday answers the werewolf's request, "in front of everybody else unfortunate enough to be at an earshot distance from us—which wouldn't be too hard with the incessantly loud voice—so I had to make sure payback hurts."

"Like a bitch?" Enid wiggles her eyebrows, voice teasing.

"Sure," Wednesday replies flatly. 

You raise your head to look at the raven-haired girl, face grimacing in betrayal. "That's it? That's why you agreed to make-out with me? To get back at me?" your breathing quickens as you process Wednesday's words. 

"How far did you plan all this? Is that why you even proposed this whole study date thing?" 

"Precisely." 

You widen your eyes at Wednesday's reply, and at that moment, you want nothing more than to sink into the bottom of the ocean; that way, you at least wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of even being in the same room with her.

And Enid. Oh god, Enid knows. She'd seen the whole thing, and you're sure everyone else in this academy would know all the deeds by tomorrow morning. 

A meek "...why?" is all you can let out, heart beating wildly against your chest as you feel like you're about to explode. 

"Because I didn't come here to lose," came Wednesday's reply, and you were about to complain before she added the sentence that would be the bane of your existence, "and this isn't a date."

"What?" you snapped your head in Wednesday's direction, sitting straighter in your seat. 

"This isn't a date," Wednesday said impassively, "I simply executed my fool-proof strategy, and it was a resounding success."

"But you are dating, right?" Enid finally cuts in. There's a direness in her voice as you see one of her eyebrows raised in half-concern. 

You scoffed at the werewolf's silly question. "Of course, we are-"

"No. We aren't," Wednesday cuts in.

Your mouth gaped at the absurdity of her words.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean you're not dating each other?" Enid jumped off the bed and grabbed Wednesday by the shoulders, face contorting in shock.

"Yeah, what do you mean we're not dating?" Your voice raised as you spoke, "You just shoved your tongue down my throat like 5 minutes ago- Don't you dare say we're not dating-"

The aggression and frustration are evident in your voice, and even the densest person on the planet would recognize the scrunched-up, hurt look on your face. Is Wednesday gaslighting you?

"As I said. We're not dating. I just put my strategy-

"-into action? Yeah, is that what you wanted to say? Is that it? Am I just a pawn on your chessboard? Some amusing game you play when you get bored?"

You stood up as you choked out your next words, "What even is all this, Wens? Am I just a joke to you? I know that we never made it official or something like that, but I thought we had something going on. Something special, even."

You held back a tear as you waited for Wednesday's response. There came none. She only sits there with her jaw clenched, as if you're being childish and acting pathetic.

"But I guess we're nothing special, huh?" your inquiry fell on deaf ears, "Heck, there wasn't even a 'we' to begin with." 

You bitterly chuckled as you tore your eyes away, catching a glimpse of Enid's sorry face. Quickly grabbing your stuff from the desk, you turned your back away from the two best friends and walked to your door, only stopping briefly to mutter a quick "See you around, Addams," before slamming the door after you.

And just like that, you were alone once again.

"-your number?" You snap back into reality at the sudden raising in the voice of the man talking to you. You look down to hide your exasperated look and take a deep breath before asking him to repeat his question.

"Yeah, can I get your number? I think you're cute and I'd love to get to know you," the stranger says as he leans forward in your direction; eyes looking expectantly at you.

You sigh. You haven't even responded to a single thing the guy has said in the past 15 minutes; your mind is too busy sulking at the sour memory.

Is this what you look like all the time you've spent with Wednesday? Maybe this is what it feels like for her; uninterested and slightly annoyed that you haven't gotten the hint and back off. 

You take another sip of your coffee. 

It tastes bitter.

Grabbing a tissue paper and a pen from your coat, you write a string of random numbers to get him off your back. 

What you had missed was the ice-cold stare of a familiar figure watching your every movement intently the entire time. You also missed the doorbell brutishly chiming when you handed the tissue paper to the man.

Next thing you know, your hand is yanked until you're forced to stand up from the sofa booth, a possessive arm snaking around the side of your waist, pulling your bodies flush together.

You don't have to look over to see who the intruder is; the familiar cold fingers on your skin and the seething rage emitting from the person beside you give away the identity.

At that moment, you only had one thought in your mind;

Wednesday Friday Addams is a frickin' menace.

[djljpanda]

Hey can you write a fic where wednesday is talking to her parents thru the crystal ball and her girlfriend comes into the room with a gift idk maybe pigs blood calling her the "angel of death/darkness" or just something that obviously a pet new for wednesday inmagine her parents reaction

This seems so embarrassing.

Wednesday was alone in the shaded room with Enid. She was talking with with her parents till she heard the door open following with a, "My angel of death and darkness". Than she saw you as you looked to see her and the crystal with her parents faces. "Hello Mrs and Mr. Adams" "Ah hello there Y/n" "Y/n". You looked to see Wednesday glaring at you than you realized the nickname. "Oh sorry Wednesday and Mr and Mrs.Addams", you siad bowing your head a bit. But when Wednesday looked closer she saw that you were holding a gift bag.

"Mom Dad I will call you guys later" "Alright well good bye my little storm cloud", Gomez said with a smile along with Mortica. After that Wednesday again glared at you. "Okay I know you might be mad at me but I hope this would make you forgive me", you said handing her the gift bag.

She opened the bag pulling out the book with the title of the story she has been writing. "Who did you have to kill for this?" "Not kill but fire, it's a long story but i'll tell during are alone time". "Isn't this are alone time" "I would love it to be but we got to celebrate with your family" "No not after did you the smiles on there faces. They hate me now" "No they don't but that's why I came I wanted your parents to be here during this special event". You said smiling at her as she just looked away, "The nickname just slipped I promise it won't happen again" "Fine I'll call them back" "Thank my angel of darkness and death" "Don't call me that" "Fine than, Love".

[snowgsf]

Wednesday Addams

Warning: I don't think it's anything important

Summary: You want your girlfriend to take a Christmas photo of you, there is only one way, you can convince her, she just didn't know that you made this proposal because you were going away.

English is not my first language 👍👍

- LEAVES.

Wednesday Addams screams when his extremely colorful girlfriend tries to put a Christmas hat on his head.

She wanted to strangle the girl he called his girlfriend, but she wouldn't, why? Regardless, she didn't dislike that extremely colorful girl like her sister.

— Little sister, better give up. — Enid says as she finishes placing a small, extremely bright red hat on top of Thing.

— Never, come Wednesday, our first Christmas together, and I'll never ask you for anything. — Wednesday looks at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow. — Okay, I'll ask for one or two things. — Addams continues with her serious look with an expressionless face. — Okay, maybe five or seven.

—Five or seven? — You feel someone look at the ground.

— Okay, I've already asked you for several things, but just this once, just for the Christmas photo. — Without caring, Wednesday turns her back on you and heads towards part of her room. — Go, I promise it will be the only thing I ask for, Il mio demone. — Without being convinced, the girl with dark circles begins to write her novel.

Slowly you walk towards your girlfriend, her mouth closes to your ear.

— Desist S/a. — You would never give up.

You still remember Enid telling you to give up on your great mission to win over the Crow girl.

— Sweetie, I promise I'll do whatever you want. — She wasn't convinced. — I don't bother you for two hours straight. — Wednesday's fingers begin to press quickly on his typewriter, when you look at the sheet, the word NO, was very explicit there. - 1 day. - Silence. - two? - Silence. — 4 and we don't talk about it anymore. — 1 week of peace in your life, without my happy vibe around you.

Wednesday quickly takes the hat and puts it on his head.

— Let's take this photo soon. — You open your mouth in surprise.

— Aaaa, but now I'm the one who won't take this photo, whoever has seen each other, wants to stay away from me for a week? Start with today.

You were going to leave, but Wednesday pulls your arm towards that Christmas tree that she considered horrible, there were no dead animals there, that was strange.

With a sulky pout you stood next to your girlfriend, Enid still a little surprised by Wednesday with the hat and in position to take a photo she runs putting her cell phone there to take the photo, positioning herself next to her sister she opens a smile.

Thing presses the button to take the photo and "runs" over to Wednesday and jumps on his shoulder, the timer starts counting, you quickly smile and strike a pose even though you're not even a little upset about your girlfriend agreeing to stay away for a week from you.

The photo is taken, with Wednesday with a frown. When you realize you took the photo you turn away from Wednesday.

Your girlfriend looks at you, she watches her steps taking off her hat and then her Christmas sweater and leaving the room, Enid makes a face.

— She's mad at you.

Without caring Wednesday goes to her room. Thing leaves her shoulder and goes to Enid who was looking at the photo that the 4 of you took.

— I give S/her 3 days to complain that she misses Wednesday. — Totally ignoring your roommate Enid starts to bet with Thing that you would come back in 3 days, missing your girlfriend.

It had been exactly 4 days since you simply disappeared from Wednesday's sight, she was disturbed, not in a good way.

She needed peace to write her novel, but she knew that the peace you promised her would leave her disturbed.

"Go after her"

Thing gestures, but Wednesday just ignores it.

— I'm fine without her disturbance. — Thing gestures mockingly.

"If you were well you wouldn't write her name like a mantra and wouldn't even agree to date her"

It was pure truth, Wednesday wrote her name on her pages so many times that she had finished, it was like a gesture for you to come back soon.

— Are you on her side?

"You wanted 1 week of peace, it seems like you're having 4 days of misfortune, not in a nice way like you like."

Another truth, you were the colorful part of Wednesday's life, even though she didn't admit it, she liked your colorful vibe that spread throughout her room.

Looking at her trash full of crumpled paper, Wednesday observes all the papers she wrote her name on without realizing it, whenever she started writing her novel, her mind was dominated by you, the worry that you would just disappear, made her wonder so many things. about how you were that she started writing your name without realizing it.

— If she wants, she'll come after, and you know, Y/n can't go another day without attention.

You didn't come back, you didn't come back for 2 days, it was exactly 1 week, 2 days, 33 minutes, and 30 seconds, now 31, now 32, now 33, now 34.

Yes, Wednesday was counting the seconds that you didn't talk to her again, again Addams buried her own head in her pillow again, the door to her room opens, totally ignoring the presence of her roommate Wednesday lets out a grunt irritated.

“Enid, if you're thinking of a way to piss me off, I swear I'll rip her face and her teeth out, one by one. — Her threat caused a laugh to appear in the room.

A laugh she knew very well.

With an abnormal speed that Wednesday gets up to see a corpse, she gets up and looks at the door, seeing you there, with your skin slightly whiter and your lips purple from the cold.

— Hey, I see that even with me away Enid was irritating you. — The girl observed you closely, thinking it was an illusion. — Hi my lilith.

You take light steps towards Wednesday's bedroom, throwing your own backpack on the wooden floor, a loud noise was heard when the backpack hit the floor.

Without caring, you throw yourself on your girlfriend's bed.

— Is this how you welcome your girlfriend after 1 week and 2 days away?

— 2 days, 34 minutes and 29 seconds. — A beautiful smile appeared on her lips.

— Did you count the seconds? — You mock.

Wednesday realized that it wasn't an illusion, you were just loose enough to throw yourself on her bed and still lie down with shoes on.

Turning her back to you, Wednesday didn't look at her face, without caring about how tired she was, you closed your eyes.

— Tomorrow I'll put an end to your drama, now I'm very sleepy, it's not easy to walk in the snow. — Wednesday's eyebrows came together in a surprised expression.

— Snow?

— Snow. Enid didn't tell you? — Without the strength to get up, you pull your girlfriend's pillow to hug her and smell what she smells. — Mom and Dad traveled, they wanted someone to take care of my brothers for 5 days, the journey from here to there is 2 days. — You mumble as you feel your eyes close. — Let's do it like this, you'll be mad at me tomorrow, for now I just want my girlfriend to hug me for a quick 2 seconds.

With no response you close your eyes, realizing that Wednesday wouldn't give in you sit on her bed.

— I brought you a gift, it’s in my backpack. — It was Christmas Eve. Without hearing a response from your girlfriend, you were getting up from her bed, but her arms wrapped around her neck, and her small body forced you to lie down.

—Tomorrow I will be angry with you.

A smile appeared on his lips. Wednesday wouldn't admit it, but he was almost killing himself missing his daily disturbances.

— I'll miss you too, my love, I almost came running on the third day. — His voice is low.

Playing Wednesday next to her head rests on her girlfriend's shoulder. Her eyes get heavier.

— I will kill you tomorrow.

Wednesday utters, but you just nod as you fall asleep with your girlfriend's body beneath yours.

[maryannecrimsworth]

Little Spider Show

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Guide for tormented hearts

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute Reader

Warnings: anxiety crisis; another bullying(I mean, revenge) scene;

Summary: You are not the one who forgets. Not when they called you worthless for no reason and made you vomit in the middle of the hallway. So as soon as you woke up and your brother unlocked your cell, you knew exactly how to take revenge. Your plan was going to work perfectly — until Wednesday sat beside you. But you had no idea that her plan would be so much better than yours.

Hank was staring directly at you when you sat up inside the cage. You were still dirty and wearing Nevermore’s uniform, but you felt great. Your head was light and your eyes moved softly, none of it hurt nor ached. Even your jaw and teeth, which used to be sore every time you woke up, did not hurt at all. Seriously, you were smiling before you met your brother’s gaze.

"Good morning." His voice was low. Too low. Hank has gotten tired of asking how your night was and how you were feeling, so he always remained in silence as he unlocked your cage. Was it a good night or bad one? "Are you going to school today?" His tone was soft. So soft. Hank only spoke like this with students and fragile people. He wouldn't speak with you like that. Unless the night was terrible.

"Yes. " Your throat was dry and your voice was hoarse but you kept going. "Are you not?"

There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was messier than usual. Hank walked away from you, pacing loudly and slowly around the room while his hands ran through his hair frantically. "I know about yesterday." You swore a hairball fell from his head. "I will talk with these girls and I—"

"Wow, Enid really deserves the 'gossip queen' title, doesn't she?" You walked over your closet. "It's alright, Han, we know this would happen sooner or later."

"No!" He retorted. "No, none of it is supposed to happen. I promised you that I would keep you safe and—"

"We are fucked up, Hank." You turned towards him with your clothes in your hands. "We are odd and devilish and there will always be these stupid people to bother us." Hank swallowed dryly because of your words, guilt heavily falling upon his shoulder. "And it's fine by me. I'm safe. I like Nevermore." You smiled at him. "Don't get involved, please. I can handle it." They would pay for it, you thought, but your kind smile did fool Hank. 

"Okay." He sighed. "Okay, go take a bath and brush your teeth. We're having coffee at the Weathervane."

X

“What is it?” You asked as Hank delivered you a hot mug. The liquid was light brown with a bit of cream on top of it — this was not your order. You're supposed to drink milk, pure milk, as you have done your whole life.

“Latte.” you snorted and pushed the mug away. “What?”

“Mama said I can’t have coffee.”

“Mama can rot in hell, Y/N.” His dark voice startled you. “Sorry. Look, she never wanted you to have coffee because you are more useful asleep. You were more useful.” You could see Hank scolding himself internally. “Try it. I’m sure you’re going to like it.” Hank winked and you said nothing. “It will help you to stay awake longer.” 

This argument was enough to make you grab the mug and drink it all at once. Your whole face turned red as some of the boiling liquid ran out of your lips.

“I burned myself.” You whined, painting and cleaning your mouth with your sleeve. 

“Of course you did.” Hank pulled your ear. “You moron.”

X

The morning went on without much problem. You could swear someone roared behind your back but, as always, your focus remained on the teacher speaking, not on your incredibly pleasant classmates. The Biology and Chemistry classes passed smoothly: you held your pen with one hand and your notebook with the other, writing diligently so as not to raise any worries from your teacher. But, your notes had nothing to do with the words on the black board — you were writing down all the items you needed for your plan, not caring much about the ionic bonds and mammals. 

Until the lunch break, you needed to gather, somehow, a ipecac leaf and find a plant dehydrator. You figured you might have luck if you took a trip to the greenhouse, even though your brother had forbidden you to go there. Well, the worst that could happen to you was another pull on your ear — so you decided: you would go to the greenhouse, you only needed to wait for the bell to ring again and then sneak out the class. 

You smiled to yourself and closed your notebook when a pair of eyes made your skin burn. You lifted your head and looked at the teacher. 

“Our next exam is going to be a pair research.” He said, probably not for the first time. “Are you comfortable with your pairing?” His eyes dropped to the figure sitting beside you. You followed the teacher’s gaze and — you held your breath instinctively — Wednesday Addams was staring at you this whole time. Why haven't you been left alone this time? You had been released from pair work from the very first day. And it was just a research paper, you saw the topic written on the board, you could do it all by yourself and— wait, why wasn't Wednesday blinking?

“Be careful what you wish for, Mr. Torres. The mad scientist and her little helper puppy can become the duo of your nightmares!” The class laughed because of that same shrill voice of yesterday. So…you supposed you were the puppy? 

What was this girl's obsession with calling you a dog? It was your brother who trained werewolves! 

“A mad scientist usually has a monster at their disposal.” A cold voice struck back and everyone turned to its owner. Of course Wednesday wouldn't keep it shut. “I can confirm it.”

Some students squealed and laughed at the expression of fear that made the shrill-voiced girl pale.

“Silence!” Mrs.Torres tried to regain control of the class.“Mrs. L/N?” You tried to look up at the teacher again, but everyone’s gaze was on you. The laughter did not stop and the whispers grew louder as Wednesday kept sitting gracefully by your side. She was all that: confident, scary and strong-minded — while you could not even force yourself to answer the teacher. An expectant silence dominated the room as the professor's eyes remained on you. “Are…you…comfortable…with…your…pairing?” He asked ridiculously slower, as if you had some kind of retardation or deafness. Now the entire class looked at you as if you indeed had it. Even Wednesday’s gaze got bewildered as your sweat started to drop on your desk. 

Of course I’m not comfortable, I am never comfortable with these purple-dressed teenagers around me.  

You tried to swallow the knot that came up in your throat, but the movement made you cough instantly. Your mouth and throat were so dry that a painful itch spread all over your neck and you weren’t able to breathe anymore. Your whole body was shaken by the coughing as you covered your lips and sprinted out the room. 

You heard loud laughs while you rushed down the hallway, looking for the nearest toilet with the air being violently expelled from your lungs. Your abdomen and chest were already shaking with spasms by the time you broke into the restroom and sank your head into the sink. You turned on the tap and drank the water in quick sips, guiding the water to your lips with your hands. 

Your face and vest were already soaked when the bell rang loudly through the whole school. Fuck. The lunch break. You lost the opportunity, you couldn't make it to the greenhouse. Your plan was ruined. No one was going to take revenge today. Perhaps it really was a dish that should be served cold.

“L/N.” Speaking in coldness, guess who followed you. Your cheeks were still wet as you turned to Wednesday. In fact, you didn't want to, but she keeps coming up beside you and you can't stop yourself from turning around. “You ruined my message.”

Oh, fuck you. And you ruined my plan, so we’re even. What about it?

You stomped over the door and tried to close it. 

“This is the female restroom.” She noted, her fist closed around the knob as your hand pushed the knob on the other side. You tried to slam the door one more time, but she held it open. “It is you who should leave.” So you did. You wriggled out of the doorway, without even touching Wednesday's uniform, and stepped back into the hallway. 

The hallway now full of students heading to the canteen, talking and laughing and walking together in these huge packs of purple people. Someone stepped on your foot as you tried to control your breathing. It didn’t even hurt, but you walked back in reflex and your back hitted someone. It hitted Wednesday. 

"Follow me." She said after unseaming the small crease you made in her skirt. 

She paced determinedly down the hall and you followed, soon reaching the quad full of students. Curiously, she stopped and stood at a distance from the tables and the water fountain. Silence filled the space between you and you found yourself obliged to analyze her face after explanations. Her eyes wandered precisely through the quad, following a moving-target as a twist took over her lips. A smirk?

A loud scream made you look away: and then you saw. Oh, what a beautiful image you saw! The shrill-voiced girl was screaming for her life in the middle of the courtyard. A dozen spiders emerged from her plate and were now crawling up her chest and face. None of her slaps and screams stopped the arachnids from stepping over her skin. Now, all eyes were on her and everyone within thirty feet could hear her screams for help. 

Your plan might have been ruined, but Wednesday’s plan was way more satisfying.

You laughed delightedly as the girl squirmed on the floor, a loud, husky laugh coming from your lips that made Wednesday's little smile grow. She watched you attentively as your eyes gleamed because of the scene in front of you.

You were having the time of your life before a voice emerged from behind.

“Y/N.” 

It was Hank. Fuck.

X

“You’re walking on thin ice with the principal, Wednesday.” Hank said from behind his desk, his hands sunk into the wood. “You've already been suspended once, and I’m not sure if you will get away with this little spider show of yours.” Hank stared down at her, who was sitting beside his brother with her typically straight posture. Her hands were on her lap and her knees were knit together, her chin up in defiance. And you were mirroring her posture without even noticing. Hank tried to not gasp at you as he went on. “What was that for, after all?”

“They’ve ruined our correspondence.” She told him coldly. “Now I’m late.”

It was a weird deal they had. Like, Wednesday would only go to Jericho with Hank or then driving his moto. They also shared these secret, encrypted notes in the meantime. Was it a mystery solving competition? And she was now late with the riddles? It sounded like something Hank would do to keep a friend out of trouble. He used to do it with you. 

"Bullshit. You avenged Y/N, didn’t you?” Wednesday shifted slightly on her seat because of Hank’s words. “We’ve talked about this, corbeau, you can’t keep righting wrongs around here.”

Corbeau? Was she a raven? A psychic? Is that why Hank always grits his teeth around her? His curse gets worse around psychics. 

“Then you should perform your function properly and take care of these miserable beings.” You looked at her with widened eyes. “They’re bothering your brother and you did nothing.” Why was she bothered about it? She doesn't even know you. 

“You exhaust me, Wednesday.” Hank sighed, with his slumped shoulders and slow hand gestures accepting the defeat. So…they were friends? Hank has never lost an argument so quickly. 

“Did you know about it, Y/N?” After almost an hour scolding the Addams, he finally turned to you. “Did you plan out this thing together?” 

You shook your head and Hank frowned. Yes, you answered, and you could feel Wednesday's eyes on you. 

You were lying, of course — you had no idea about what she intended to do nor why she did it — but you adored it and you wouldn’t let her be penalized alone.

“So it's decided!” Hank did not seem happy. “You two will assist the school clubs for the next two weeks.” It didn’t sound bad. “And apologize.” Now it sounded horrible.

Wednesday fought back again and their discussion restarted. You didn’t really pay attention to what they were saying — you knew your brother wouldn’t go back. So your fingers went down your jacket as well as your eyes, and you began to twist the buttons of your clothes as the discussion dragged on for another half hour. 

A thud then came from the door behind you and you noticed Hank was gone. In an impulsive movement, you grabbed a paper and a pencil from your brother’s desk as Wednesday headed to the door. 

She was already leaving when you held out the paper for her. Please, turn around, turn around and look at—

“I—” Your voice got stuck in your throat as your mind ran widely in thoughts. What are you supposed to say? Could you say anything to her? What if you got it all wrong and she still wanted to kill you? Did she want to kill you in the first place?

Thankfully, your stutter was enough to make her turn her face toward you and see the paper in your hand. This time, you delivered the message without being crushed or wet.

Your note only said:

'Thank you.'

Then you ran away.

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[woewriting]

cherry lips

pairing: wednesday addams | reader warnings: mdni! ooc wednesday/soft wednesday, established relationship, implied sex at the very end, no pronouns used but the word 'girlfriend' is used once. word count: 1521 a/n: i'm late for wdw, i know, but i couldn't let y'all and @wesstars down... better late than never, right?

masterlist

When you moved to the small town of Jericho and started working at the only coffee shop around, you didn’t expect to get anyone’s attentions, especially from the local “freaky”. Wednesday Addams was full of surprises and secrets and, apparently, everyone here knew a bit about her.

Gossips followed you around like fog in the morning after a raining night, the eccentric Addams always being the subject that echoed inside the brownish walls of the café.

“I’ve heard she eats raw meat,” a high school student dressed in black and blue uniform said to her friend, no caring enough to at least whisper.

The other just nodded, not paying attentions to her surrenders, not even when the little bell above the entrance door jingled.

“My father told me her dad killed someone in Nevermore when he was a student… imagine being the daughter of a killer.”

“Imagine being the daughter of a former police officer who was expelled from the police force for not being able to solve a simple case that happened more than 20 years ago.” The tranquil voice caught your attention, causing you to turn on your heels behind the counter.

Wednesday was standing next to the table where the two students sat, arms crossed and a deadly shine in her eyes. You smiled.

“Miss Addams, please stop terrorizing the small girls, they know nothing about life,” you spoke once you saw the reddish color in the girls’ cheeks.

“They better learn fast; life is not gentle.” She turned her head to you. “And neither am I.”

“Oh, should I fear for my life?”

You tilted your head, trying to get Wednesday’s attention in order for the girls to go back to the other students of Nevermore. The raven girl redirected her body towards you, taking steps until she was standing in front of the cashier.

“You most definitely should.”

Head motioning for the girls to leave, you placed both of your hands on the icy, black marble that covered the top of the counter.

“If I die, who’s going to make you your favorite cherry muffin?”

“Before I met you, I survived just fine without the sweetness of it in my daily life, I’m positive I can do it again once you’re gone.” She lifted her chin. “Now stop staling and bring me a double espresso, no sugar and a cherry muffin before I start terrorizing you instead.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes as she turned to sit on the costumery table.

Putting the cherry muffin in a plate, you turned to the Italian coffee machine with an empty white mug in hand and freshly brewed coffee in the other.

As the bitter liquid slowly filled the porcelain, flashes of the first time you were face to face with Wednesday took over your memory. She was so small in her black and white Nevermore uniform, looking like an old school cartoon, disappearing behind the other students as she patiently and quietly waited in line to order. She stared at you, taking two steps ahead when the last person in front of her moved away with their order in hands, taking a seat with the others, black eyes that didn’t blink and looked dead, the pale white skin didn’t help either. Not a single mark on it, you noticed, except for the adorable freckles that spread over her small nose bridge and covered the surrounding area of her cheek bones.

She was polite and calm, unlike the others, speaking in a monotone voice that actually surprised you.

Wednesday ordered a small size espresso with no sugar. You offered her a muffin, freshly out of the oven and still warm. She was reluctant in saying ‘yes’ at first, but something in you convinced her.

Once the mug was filled, you placed it side by side with the muffin, smiling and murmuring a small ‘I hope you like it’, to which she replied with: “Thank you,” extending her hands to take the plate and mug of the counter.

She looked at the red-blood muffin before looking at you, giving you a small nod of her head before walking to an empty table.

You watched as she sat herself down and stared at the small cake in front of her, you licked your lips, curious to know if she would like it or not; it was your favorite, after all.

Wednesday tilted her head to the side, analyzing the sweet in front of her, internally admiring the color of it and how the powdered sugar on top of it reminded her of snow covered in blood.

Taking the wrap of it, she hesitantly took a bite of it, slowly chewing it. You bet your lips, anxiously standing behind the counter. She then took another bite, and another one, and another one, rapidly finishing the muffin.

You smiled to yourself, finally changing the focus of your attention.

Now, almost 7 years of the first interaction, you still secretly admired Wednesday as you waited for the coffee to fill the small sized mug. But now was different, she started drinking a double espresso to maintain her brain awake and cherry muffins became a part of her daily life.

But only if it was made by your hands.

Once the porcelain turned bitter black, you left your place from behind the corner and sat them down in front of the goth, taking the empty seat in front of her.

“Thank you,” Wednesday said simple, eyes focused on the yellowish pages that had all her attention.

“A new case?” You asked, curious, taking a look around the nearly empty coffee shop.

“A runner found two dead bodies in the woods on Saturday, the captain assumed I’d be interested and gave me the case this morning.”

You pursed your lips, a tight knot in your stomach as your eyes analyzed the super graphic images that decorated the table. Pushing the images away from your point of view, you wondered how Wednesday could eat the red-blooded muffin while looking at actual blood.

As if she could read your mind, black painted nails reached for the small cake, her eyebrows sewing together once she saw what you did, “Care to explain what this is?”

You pursed your lips, containing a smile. On top of the sweet, a white skeleton’s head was drawn, black, deep-hollowed eyes filled with dark chocolate chips with a sewed-like smile under and dark red blood dripping from its eyes.

“I made it for you, Halloween is near, and I figured you’d like it.”

“I can see that. What I want you to explain is why there’s blood coming from its eyes. Bones can’t bleed, there’s no tissue that can carry blood vessels or veins, it's just bones.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s a cupcake, Wens. Just eat it.”

“Fine.”

When she took the first bite, dark red filling dripped onto her hands. It was a mix between the sweetness of sugar and the sourness of cherry combined that only you could do it perfectly.

“So… did you like it?”

Wednesday chewed and swallowed everything, licking her lips to capture the remained syrup, missing a small drop on the corner of her mouth. The tip of her fingers covered in the cherry liquid.

“It’s too sweet, next time don’t add any sugar to it. It’s not healthy. And it’s also too sticky and messy. I need a napkin.”

Reaching out for her hand, you sucked the tip of her fingers, closing your eyes at the sweetness that filled your mouth.

“You don’t need a napkin, you have a girlfriend to clean it for you.”

Wednesday widened her eyes at your action, looking around to make sure nobody saw that. The coffee shop was empty as it was almost noon and everyone was either at work or at school, only the two of you occupying a space inside.

“That was unnecessary.” She said with an affected tone.

“It was very necessary, I needed to see if it was too sweet.” You stood up, taking the empty plate in hands. Before returning to the kitchen, you leaned into her personal space, noses touching and the smell of her perfume filling your senses, that small drop being the only thing you saw in front of you. “You have some here too.”

The moment the tip of your tongue licked the red syrup, so close to her lips, Wednesday grabbed the mug near her hands, squeezing it hard enough to break if it was made of fragile material.

Before standing up properly, you pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, tasting the sourness in it.

“I’ll make sure the next ones aren’t too sweet for you, cara mia.” You winked, rapidly walking back to the counter to start preparing the muffins for the afternoon clients. And for your bitter girlfriend that cursed you under her breath for fogging up her brain with your tongue, taking away all the concentration she needed to solve this murder case. One that would need to wait after she locked the door, turned the open sign to ‘closed’, and dragged you by the hand to the supply closet.

[teaaagan]

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Y/N: Wends, you need to learn to share!

Y/N: So, if you have ten biscuits and someone asks you for one?

Wednesday: I would still have ten biscuits

Y/N: And if you have ten biscuits and someone takes one?

Wednesday: Ten biscuits and a dead body

Y/N: *sighs*

Y/N: What if you have ten biscuits and I ask you for one?

Wednesday: Then I would have five biscuits left

Y/N: Five?

Wednesday: Of course, I would give you half of them

Y/N: *actually touched*

Y/N: *smiles* 

[eddieboi23]

Hello I'd like to ask if u can do a Wednesday x Always tired reader , plz and thank u if ur able to do it

Tiredness

Wednesday Addams x tired reader

(Wednesday )

Summary: Wednesday notices you always tired , she can’t help but admire it

Tw: insomnia, depression, death mentions??

Y/n)=your name

-this is thoughts-

“This is talking”

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You are always tired, a night owl. You’re not sure why, maybe it’s the insomnia, maybe it’s you watching Netflix til 3 am, or maybe it’s the depression.

Netherless, you’re always tired, while most of the students don’t question it and just see it as a character trait, Wednesday was a curious one.

She always liked to find out stuff about people that interested her, and right now she wonders why you always seem half dead, not that there’s anything wrong with it in her books.

—-

You wake up early on a dark and somber day. You roll over in bed and stares up at the ceiling.

You have class today once again and all you feel is this never-ending sense of fatigue.

You slowly drag yourself out of bed and take a shower.

The warm water running over your body somehow only makes you feel more tired.

You stand in the bathroom, staring at your reflection, trying to convince yourself to get ready for the day, soon you put on your uniform and head to class.

——-

Wednesday is in class early as usual, in her normal black uniform.

She watches you walk in and sit across from her, right in her line of sight.

She noticed you.

You looked absolutely exhausted. half-dead even…Just barely functioning.

Wednesday couldn't help but admire it, it was her kind of aesthetic after all. She then snaps out of it her thoughts when she realized you were speaking to her.

“What did you say?” She says in her monotone voice.

“I said are you ok..? You were staring..”

She huffs. “Of course I’m fine, you’re the one who looks half dead.” She scowls. You rolls your eyes. “Ok ok sorry.. geez.”

She then looks away. “Why do you look so half dead, just out of curiosity.”

Her tone sounds as if she actually cares. You raise your eyebrow but brushes her tone off as you being tired.

“Dunno…depressed…can never sleep.”

She hides her surprise. She never thought of depression, you never spoke negatively so she chalked it up to you staying up to late, now realizing it’s deeper than that, she can’t help with the tiniest bit of concern that she feels in her black heart for you.

“I see.”

-

Soon classes carry on, you’re in the same ones as her so now she’s truly studying you. She’s now noticing how you carry yourself, half dead, like a zombie.

Classes end after awhile and she seems you by the fountain. She decides to do something risky. She’s going to make you do some self care and sleep.

Enids been talking her ear off about all of that so she knows a bit.

She approaches you without a word and grabs your uniform sleeve and starts to drag you, being freakishly strong for such a small person.

You try to protest but she ignores you, so you let her.

She drags you to your own door, and pushes you inside.

You grunt and look at her confused.

“Ok what’s going on Wednesday? Are you gonna murder me, if so please not in my own room-“

Wednesday shoves you on your bed and you see Thing on your bedside table, hes has some nail clippers, nail polish,nail file ,face masks, drinks and snacks. Thing waves and you wave back hesitantly, then look at Wednesday with a questioning look.

She sighs and rolls her eyes. “You’re always, i did not know you were depressed. I’d rather you not die from exhaustion…so Thing is going to do a “self care” day. I will be cleaning up your room because it’s absolutely atrocious.”

You don’t know what to say, you know not to make a big deal out of it or she will take it back, but you can’t help but tear up. “Th-thanks Weds…”

Wednesday huffs and rolls her eyes. “Whatever”

You and thing starts doing your little spa day as Wednesday cleans up your “depression cave”.

You get your nails done, your face exfoliated, and your belly full of your favorite snacks and drinks.

Within the time of you doing that, Wednesday has joined in despite saying she didn’t want to.

You ask…”hey…weds…be honest, why did you do this for me?”

She hesitates…then sighs. “Look. It’s possible I care about you, maybe I even…like you. DONT let it get to your head though.”

You try to stay calm and just smile.

After all this pampering you start falling asleep and subconsciously lean on Wednesday.

Her immediate response is to want to shove you off, but seeing you so peaceful, she lets you fall asleep on her.

She stares at your face, then slowly kisses your forehead, her cold lips on your warm skin…she sighs and watches you sleep.

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Sorry this is late I was super busy!!!

Hope you like it

[short-black-diamond]

WEDNESDAY - Masterlist - 23.06.2023

Request! -from @tundra1029

Wednesday's bestie, [part two], [part three]

"I'm a witch, Addams."

Send requests if you want!

[erynaster]

Ten Minutes

Summary: Wednesday allows you to cuddle her for a short span of time. It goes as well as you'd expect.

Word Count: 1,378

Warnings: None

Pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x Male!Reader

A/N: Cute lil idea I had this morning. I hope I did well on this one!

Minor note: Reader possesses healing abilities for the sake of the story's events.

"Ten minutes."

You can hardly believe your ears.

"Sorry?" You ask.

Wednesday takes a deep breath, as though swallowing her pride before speaking.

"You get ten minutes. No more, no less." Her expression is unreadable, but the intensity of her stare gets the point across.

"Why so generous all of a sudden?" You chuckle. You and Wednesday had hardly even touched one another in the past, owing to the latter's utter distaste for any form of physical affection.

Her gaze grows stern.

"In light of the recent events that have transpired, I acknowledge that I am in your debt." Her gaze remains unchanging.

You shrug.

"If you're talking about that incident in town, then—"

"She stabbed you, Y/N."

You wince, rubbing the spot where a mugger had driven a knife through one night when you and Wednesday were making your way home from the Weathervane.

"It's not a big deal, Wends. Healing factor, remember?"

Wednesday furrows her brow.

"That doesn't make it any less of a sacrifice. She could've gotten me, and yet you took the hit for the both of us."

You shrug.

"It was the most logical decision to make, wasn't it? I mean—"

"Do you want this, or not?" Wednesday's voice carries with it a hint of impatience and coldness as she enunciates each word like a curse.

You raise your hands in surrender.

"Ooohhkay, I give. But why cuddling? Of all things, I'd never expect you to—"

"It's the most logical choice." She huffs in annoyance. "You haven't stopped pestering me for weeks about wanting to."

You laugh. "Aww, you do care."

Wednesday frowns, her gaze growing even sterner.

"If you're going to keep this up, then the deal is off."

"Okay, okay." You chuckle nervously. "So... how do you want to start?"

She suddenly falls silent.

"Bed. Now." She stands up from her chair, walking towards her bed situated in the corner of the room. Without a moment's hesitation, she clambers atop the mattress and lays there, her eyes still on you.

You can feel your heart beat a little faster.

"You're... really sure about this, huh?" You chuckle nervously.

She raises an eyebrow at you.

"I hope you aren't expecting an invitation to join me, Y/N. Because you aren't getting one." She deadpans, her eyes hardly betraying any emotion whatsoever.

You shrug, before hesitantly approaching her bed and climbing atop it as carefully as you could. You were feeling a little apprehensive about the entire situation, but that uncertainty and fear was overshadowed by the excitement of being able to finally hold your girlfriend in your arms.

You settle in next to her, your head sinking into a nearby pillow. Her eyes still haven't left you, as she seems to be taking your form in with unfettered concentration.

You clear your throat. The silence was growing unnerving.

"So... how do you want to begin?" You ask.

"You tell me." She speaks at last, and for a brief moment you can see a bit of uncertainty flash in her eyes.

Seems like you're the one who has to take initiative in this situation.

You edge a little closer to her, taking care not to move too fast for fear of upsetting/scaring her off. Once you two were laying about a few inches apart, Wednesday does the unthinkable.

She moves closer to you.

She slips an arm around your waist as as she inches closer to you, her intent stare hardly wavering. In her eyes, once you managed to look past the abyss of darkness and woe, you could see that she was afraid.

But of what, exactly?

"Hey... you okay?" You whisper.

Wednesday says nothing; her deep, abyssal eyes continuing to take you in with something akin to curiosity.

Taking her response (or lack thereof) as a 'yes', you decide to be a bit more bold in your attempts to initiate physical contact with her. You hesitantly slip an arm around her midsection, looking into her eyes for confirmation whether you should continue.

She still says nothing, though you can see her cheeks flush a faint shade of pink at your action.

Time to take things up a notch.

Swallowing your growing feelings of uncertainty, you bravely reach out for her hand, while your other hand finds it's way to her back. She doesn't protest, still maintaining eye contact with you without ever blinking once.

Feeling more confident, you give her a patient smile, pulling her close to you. Now that you two were only a few inches apart, you use a free hand to reach out and cup her cheek in your palm.

"Y/N."

You stop at the sound of her voice. It's not urgent, but there was still something in her tone that suggests otherwise.

"S-sorry. Was I going too far?" You ask nervously, retracting your hand in fear. The last thing you wanted was to make your girlfriend feel uncomfortable.

She seems to ponder this.

"No." She says after a while. "You may continue."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I am." She gives you another one of her trademark stares.

You nod, swallowing your nerves.

"Okay then..." You exhale shakily, reaching out for her cheek once more. She seems okay with the physical contact, showing no visible signs of wanting to pull away from your loving embrace. This was something new for her, you could tell. Wednesday was not above pushing you away should you get too close for comfort.

"Should I... keep going?" You ask timidly.

She doesn't respond. Instead, she breaks eye contact for a brief moment, seemingly considering her options at present. Without warning, she leans in to snuggle deep into the crook of your neck, which takes you by surprise.

You can feel your face start to heat up.

She presses a light kiss to your neck, her lips tracing over your skin in a chaste, reserved manner. This action causes your cheeks to turn even redder, and yet there was nothing you could do about it other than mouth wordlessly at her unexpected display of affection, which in all honesty felt way out of character for someone like Wednesday.

"W-Wends?" You can feel her nibbling playfully at your skin, the action sending shivers up your spine.

As she pulls away to get a good look at you, you can hear her whisper softly.

"What happens in this room stays with us, and us only, Y/N." Her voice is like silk, yet threatening all the same.

"What happens if I tell?" You whisper back, smirking.

"Then I will personally carve out your heart from your chest and feed it to you."

"Okay, noted."

Wednesday seems satisfied with your answer.

Abandoning all uncertainty and fear, you reach out to fully embrace your girlfriend in your arms, caressing her as lovingly and gently as possible. You can feel her heart beating against your chest as she rests against you; and though her expression remains as emotionless as ever, you could tell that she was enjoying this immensely.

Wednesday breathes deeply, seemingly taking in your scent as she further presses her body against yours. You can hear her whispering sweet nothings into the crook of your neck as she presses little chaste kisses to your skin, one after the other.

"So... I take it that you enjoy cuddling now?" You chuckle softly, cheeks still flushed pink.

She pulls away for a moment to stare at you coldly.

"Sorry." You chuckle nervously. I just—"

"Time's up." She pries herself out of your hug and topples out of bed, still giving you a condescending stare.

"You had your fun. I had to take those ten minutes out of my writing time." She huffs impatiently. "We're even now."

"Well, that was anticlimactic." You laugh sadly. "Thank you, though."

She nods curtly, before heading over to her table to position herself in front of her typewriter.

"Can I ask you something?" You call out to her as you hop onto the floor.

She turns around. "What is it?"

"Can we do this again sometime?" You ask hopefully.

Wednesday doesn't answer for about a minute.

"... Yes."

And with that, she turns around to work on her novel, while also hiding the fact that a smile was creeping up her now-reddened cheeks.

[i984]

I Love You- Wait, What?

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader

|Warnings|: THIS IS CRACK, Ooc! Wednesday Addams, author kind of gave up on writing after the third perspective shift, honestly this fic is just a joke at this point, potion works weirdly here, stupid love confessions, panicked but low-key high! Wednesday Addams.

|Summary|: You ruin everything for Wednesday Addams, be it sleeping peacefully or good potion-making.

|A/n|: This might as well be titled "I Gave Up on Quality" with the pairing of Wednesday x @vorsdany . I am really sorry but also not really. I promise I write better fics than this.

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A moron.

That's what you are.

"No, I'm pretty sure I put in the right stuff. Snake fangs and then lavender, right?" You scratched at your back while stretching your sore body as carefully as possible.

With the cauldron, textbooks, parchments, and various ingredients scattered across Wednesday's dorm room floor, you're pretty sure the girl will smack your head if you spill the potion in the making the second time.

Wednesday pointed at the procedure text in hand; you sighed as you leaned forward to read. Okay. Great. So you managed to mess up not only the order but also the name of the ingredients. 

"Snake tail? Well- You know what? I can't help you make this mystery potion if you don't tell me what it's for."

"You were the one who insisted on being a nuisance, might I remind you," Wednesday scoffed as she crossed her arms, brows coming together at the disaster liquid filling the pot.

The potion glows a wine color, its light casting a shadow on the ravenette's tired face; the dark bags underneath her eyes compliment her overall corpse-like look. You wouldn't worry because somehow this appearance works a charm for her, except her behaviors have also resembled the living dead. 

"Well, it's because you look like you can use some help-"

"I do not need help, especially not from you." 

Wednesday didn't even look up as she said it, nose buried deep in whatever book she was reading. Why do you even bother to put up with her at this point?

"Fine! I'm leaving, then." No response. 

If she is going to act like you don't exist, you might as well sabotage her top-secret project. Hands swiftly switching the marked lids of two flower jars—white periwinkle and phlox—you stand up and make your way across the room, heading for the door.

"Good luck, Wens." You throw her an open smirk you know she won't see before exiting the room.

You can't wait to see her fail.

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Wednesday lets her body slump as soon as the sound of your footsteps recedes to nothing. The past week has been... restless. And she meant that quite literally. For some reason, her past vision invades her mind when she tries to subdue her consciousness.

With her eyes closed, the picture was as blinding as it is irritating, like daylight to her pitch-black heart. 

It always started with a smile—that annoying smug one—plastered on a face she knew too well for her own liking. And then, echoes of laughter would haunt her, taunt her.

She hasn't let it go farther than that. She couldn't. If Wednesday is going insane, it'll be from the intense torture she befalls upon herself. Not from such unwelcomed twisted imageries that plague her mind.

"Descendamus somno sempiterno, donec corpus e carcere reviviscat." Wednesday speaks in her best Latin, fingers trembling as they throw the right ingredients into the cauldron. 

She watches the liquid turn colorless—a telltale sign that it's successful—and sighs in relief. 

Finally, her sleeping potion is ready.

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You turn your head to the sound of a familiar booming voice calling your name across the cafeteria. Enid, the werewolf, approaches you with a daunting look on her face. How unusual.

"No bone-crushing hugs today?"

No response. Why is everybody ignoring your words?

"Something is really wrong with Wednesday."

You huff at her while you take a seat. "Really? Because I'm pretty sure she just kicked me out of your room half an hour ago." You grab a brownie from your plate and take a bite out of it. "That seemed pretty normal to me."

Enid raises her eyebrow at you knowingly. "Well, what did you do?"

"Nothing!"

A couple of heads turn both your ways. Suddenly, the ceiling looks very interesting. You can see Enid waving dismissively at the crowd from your peripherals. Face contorting in an apologetic look, you take another bite from your brownie.

"Anyway, she told me my sweater looks like a lunatic splattered their guts on it."

The piece of cake dropped off your mouth. "That means she's into your sweater," Enid raised her eyebrows speculatively as she handed you a tissue, "Did she just give you a compliment?" 

"As a matter of fact, yes I did." 

You and Enid jump at the chilling voice from behind you. 

"Dude! You scared the heck out of me," you turn your head to see Wednesday holding a glass of red liquid. She looked drowsy—subdued almost.

"First of all, never call me 'dude' ever again," the ravenette seated beside you groggily, "and second of all, I thought I made a point that fear feeds my entertainment needs."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you do that-"

You take a pause. Enid immediately notices the look on your face.

"What? What's wrong?" The werewolf asked you in a hushed tone. The raven watches as she takes a sip of her drink.

"Did you just- Did she just-" You pull away from Wednesday in disbelief, "reply to the things I say?"

The girl in question only raises her eyebrow at you, the glass of pomegranate juice resting on her now red-stained lips. Then her brows slowly meet in the middle again, perfectly mirroring her look from earlier. 

The glass produces a thud as Wednesday puts it down on the table. You and Enid share a look with each other. A concerned look. One of you has got to say something right now, and you aren't going to be the one to do it.

The sentiment is shared apparently because the blonde also has her mouth trapped shut.

Clankings of dishes. Chatter comes from the crowds. The room was far from silent, but for some reason, it was as if everybody was waiting for Wednesday's response. The tension thickens in the air as the girl turns to look at you, despair etched in her features.

"I need your help." 

You take the last bite out of your brownie. The sweetness resembles something of a victory.

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There must be something wrong with the potion; Wednesday figured out as much. She expected that after the drowsiness took over and her heartbeat slowed, she'd finally be able to shut her mind and get some much-needed rest.

But it was the opposite; while her muscles may have relaxed, the images flashed through her brain with newfound intensity. 

The smug smile, the laughter that resembled screeching metal chains, the mischievous twinkle in those eyes- Oh, how those eyes dragged her feet through the corridors of Ophelia hall. 

Nothing made sense anymore; Wednesday needed to find the source of her madness and stop whatever is happening at the very core.

She needs to stop you. 

But not before throwing Enid a merry compliment along the way and giving Eugene a preposterous nickname.

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"Bee Man? That's what you came up with?" You're almost rolling on Wednesday's dorm room floor, hands coming to clutch your contracting stomach; if Wednesday doesn't kill you now, the laughter certainly will.

"Yes, but can we please focus on the task at hand?" The ravenette clenched her jaw, "You're supposed to be helping me find the problem with the potion-"

Boisterous cackles cut through Wednesday's words, and you swear you can see fumes coming out of her ears. "-not to laugh at a genuine, original nickname."

"Yes, but he asked you to give him a nickname and BEE MAN-" you wheeze uncontrollably, eyes tearing up at the absurdity of it.

If you knew changing one ingredient would've given you a very talkative and silly Wednesday Addams, you would've done so during potion class ages ago.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you what I did," you take a deep breath, hands coming to pick up one of the vials containing water-like liquid; eyes scanning the mystery messed up serum.

"But, only if you answer my questions first."

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Wednesday was ready to whip out a dagger to your neck and make a new potion from scratch, but without identifying the real problem, she'd risk committing the same mistake again.

After all, she'd been meticulous in following the instructions. So it couldn't have been a mistake on her part.

Begrudgingly, she nods, bracing herself for whatever question you may throw her.

You flashed her a teasing smirk, and Wednesday could've sworn it was almost identical to the ones that haunted her every time she so much closed her eyes. A mere coincidence. That's all that is.

"All right, question number one," you cleared your throat before resuming, "Pineapple on pizza, yes or no?"

This threw Wednesday off. And as if you could read her mind, you added a quick, "and no, there's no significance to these questions. Just answer them as is."

Recalling the intense debate Enid has dragged her in with Yoko in the past, she thanked her roommate internally for the fact that the werewolf has basically force-fed her the food.

A simple 'yes' slides out Wednesday's mouth, and you move on to the second question—still with that annoying smirk plastered on your face.

"The second question. Mint chocolate ice cream for dessert, yay or nay?"

"Yes."

"Beep-boop, that's not the proper answer to my question. You have two more chances of getting this correct!"

Wednesday feels her face scrunch in exasperation, "I thought you said there's no signi-"

"One more chance until you're disqualified! Please choose your words carefully," you wiggled your eyebrows at her, and it took everything in Wednesday not to smash the spare potion vial at your face.

"Yay. The answer is yay." 

"Yay, indeed!" you make a grand gesture by lifting your hands in the air, "Onto the next question. Which one do you put in first; cereal or milk-"

"Milk. It's milk. Next question please."

"Ohoho, eager are we?" you stand up and grab the textbook Wednesday had used earlier for the potion-making instruction. Now Wednesday has all her attention on you, eyes narrowing in laser focus as anticipation for your upcoming words.

"Finally! The most important question of this compatibility test, and no matter your answer, I'll tell you what you desire to hear most!" 

Your fingers tap and dance on the book's cover—imitating the sound of drumrolls—and Wednesday almost mauled you then and there if not for your question;

"You, Wednesday Friday Addams, have a crush on me, yes or no?"

The ravenette surprisingly sinks in an internal debate at this.

Just say no. It wouldn't matter. You'll know why the sleeping potion doesn't work after this. Just say no. What is stopping you? It's so easy. The answer is no. Just say-

"Yes, I do." 

What?

No, no, no, no. This can't be. Correct yourself. Say-

"I do have a crush on you."

The book you're holding dropped to the floor. Wednesday looks up to see your mouth gaping, eyes darting all over her face as if you're looking for a sign of her joking. 

But there was none. There was just a surprised look shared between the two of you. 

Wednesday quickly grabs her book and flips through the pages hurriedly.

The slip-ups, compliments, and the awful nickname. The love confession. Could it really be?

Wednesday's fingers slowed down as she reached a designated page, her eyes scanning the room to see two almost identical flower jars at the foot of her bed, only differentiated by a label stuck on the lid.

And when Wednesday caught your guilty face looking at it like her, she knew.

White Periwinkle and Phlox. The two kinds of flower that are similar in appearance but differ significantly as ingredients of a potion.

"A truth potion," You both breathed out into the room.

And you look at Wednesday; she's looking at you. 

"So it's true then?" The shakiness in your voice surprised the two of you, forcing you to clear your throat for the second time in her room.

"It is what it is," Wednesday tears her gaze away from yours to the book in hand, covering her flushed face with the extent of her bangs.

"Unless we managed to mess up the truth potion too, then maybe-"

"No, no, no, no, because," you drop to the ground and kneel at the space in front of her, hands hurriedly opening the vial containing the liquid that had started it all. Wednesday panically looks at you now, and you smile at her before chugging the whole thing down.

"I have a crush on you, too."

And there it is in all your glory; bright smug smile, childish laughter, and mischievous eyes. It finally clicked for Wednesday that you—yes, you—are her eternal living nightmare. She'll make sure you pay the price for all her sleepless nights. 

And it's not gonna be cheap.

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|A/n2|: I really am genuinely sorry, I promise I'll do better next time.