#addams!reader

[vxntagedior]

So could you do a, Xavier x fem!reader , where she's Wednesday's cousin and has a crush on Xavier. When Wednesday goes to Xaviers shed and thing pushes the blanket from over the painting, could it be a painting of the reader, and Wednesday thinks its creepy and she tells reader and you can decide how it ends. (idk if that made scenes but I thought it would cute.)

picture of you

summary | after discovering a picture of you, wednesday can't keep her mouth shut

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!addams!reader

warning | fluff, friends to lovers, xavier has a crushhhh,

word count | 1.3k

Wednesday couldn’t hold a single ounce of love to anyone, except her cousin, and you really couldn’t call it love. The two of you grew up together with your father constantly on the run, staying with your aunt and uncle and cousins most of your life. 

You were the blunt end of Wednesday’s emotions, trying to make up for her lack of. 

Unlike your cousin, you were excited to start at Nevermore. Since you were little, your aunt would tell you the stories of her time there hoping that one day you and Wednesday would attend. While you basked in her stories, Wednesday just rolled her eyes at her mother, sick of hearing about her marvelous time at Nevermore. 

Standing next to Enid as she showed the two of you around, Ophelia Hall did not have enough room, leaving the three of you together as roommates. 

Starting to think in your head, Enid’s voice had drowned out as you scanned over the quad before your eyes stopped to stare. 

Turning, Xavier saw you looking at him, giving you a little half smile before turning back to his painting which was ravens, you think.

The rest of your day at Nevermore wasn’t much, taking your own route while Wednesday took hers but you didn’t expect to be sitting in the infirmary already. 

Sitting on the other side of her bed, both you and Xavier watched her quietly. He was the one to find you after bringing Wednesday to the nurse, explaining about what happened. 

“Thank you again, the two of you are even now.” You smiled softly. 

Xavier looked up at you, his eyes slightly wide, “You aren’t talking about my-”

“I am.” You laughed quietly. 

“Can never leave that in my past.” He looked down, smiling. 

Since the two of you have grown closer but once Wednesday started her journey to find the Hyde, you knew you couldn’t leave her on her own, going with her and keeping all of it from Xavier. 

Wednesday kept most of her theories to herself, especially that she believes that Xavier is the Hyde.

Heading out to the woods towards Xavier’s shed hoping he could clear out some answers for her. 

Once arriving, Thing could sense something, running from Wednesday, walking around Xavier’s shed, looking over to see the canvas, covered. 

Pulling down the cover, Xavier looked over, letting out a sigh watching Wednesday walk over towards the painting.

“Look, listen.” Before he could even explain, Wednesday spoke.

“You drew her.”

The picture was you during the Rave’N walking down the stairs, your dress swaying as you stepped down each step. Standing behind her, Xavier lifted his hand, letting the painting come to life, your self painting following your steps walking down the stairs. 

“I-I couldn’t stop thinking about her.” He confessed. Xavier truly didn’t know what Wednesday was going to do with the information, probably knowing that you were going to find out soon enough. “Just let me tell her first.”

“I make no promises.” Wednesday spoke. 

Coming back into her dorm, Wednesday contemplated what Xavier told her, knowing he probably would never tell you, and after hearing Enid gush about you and Xavier potentially being together, Wednesday thought it was best to let you know. 

Upon entering the room, she saw Enid sitting on her bed watching a movie, looking up, you saw your cousin coming into the room. 

“You finished what you were looking for?” You asked her, pausing the movie, turning your attention to Wednesday. 

“No, my dream didn’t help.” She concluded, finally turning to look at you. “Xavier drew a picture of you.”

There was a moment of silence before Enid let out a loud squeal. Both of you turned to see Enid, practically shaking in her spot. 

“Oh my god!” She gushed, grabbing onto your shoulders, shaking you back and forth, “I told you he liked you back!”

You couldn’t barely comprehend what she said, still shocked that Xavier drew a picture of you, you always thought he saw you as a friend, a friend wouldn’t draw a friend would they?

For the rest of the night you had to listen to Enid go on and on about you and Xavier, saying that the two of you needed to get together immediately, along with that, saying that the two of you could go on double dates with her and Ajax. 

“Enid.” You said calmly, “He doesn’t know that I know.”

“Right.” Enid nodded her head slowly, “You’ll have to tell him tomorrow then.”

You knew Enid was right, you needed to talk to Xavier eventually. 

Seeing him in classes the next few days, you tried to plan it out as much as could, speaking to him after class but something always got in the way of you getting to him. 

Finally gaining the courage, you made your way towards his dorm, frowning when he didn’t answer, after the 3rd time trying you gave up, but still on a mission to find him. 

Going out into the woods, following the familiar trail towards his art shed, knowing it was the only other place he would be that wasn’t his room outside of class. 

“Xavier.” You knocked on the wood, opening the door slightly, poking your head in slightly. 

Seeing that his headphones were on, you slipped in quietly, slowly making your way next to him, “Hi.”

Jumping, Xavier tried to hide what he was hiding while trying to answer back to you. “Shit, you scared me.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, “I knocked, but you had your headphones on, and I was wondering if we could talk?”

Finally looking at what he was drawing, your eyes widened, seeing the couple on his canvas.

“That looks beautiful Xavier.” You confessed, letting your eyes soak every spot. “Who did you draw?”

Feeling conflicted, Xavier didn’t know what to say, he knew that it was time to tell you about the other painting, and along with that, telling you how he feels about you.

Feeling his mouth dry, Xavier muttered up a small whisper, “It’s us.”

Closing his eyes, Xavier was waiting for the worst, saying that you now hated the painting, or that you didn’t think of the two of you like that.

“Really?” You smiled, “I kind of came to talk about us.”

Xavier let out a small sigh, looking up from his lap, looking at you, waiting for you to continue. “Wednesday told me about your painting.”

Letting out a hough, Xavier knew that Wednesday couldn’t keep her mouth shut, always wanting to know everyone’s drama. 

Silently, Xavier stood going back to your painting, pulling down the sheet. You stood on his side, letting out a quiet gasp. It was, you couldn’t even form into words about what you thought about it. 

“I know it’s kind of weird but-mmpphh!”

His words were cut off when he felt you grab ahold of his collar, pulling him down towards you. Feeling his lips on yours, Xavier greedily grabbed your face practically forcing his lips any farther on yours. 

Humming, you smiled into the kiss, feeling your bottom lip being sucked, pulling away slightly, looking out a quiet moan. 

Pulling away, both your lips swollen, you shyly looked up at Xavier. 

“I guess you liked it.” He murmured. 

“I think I liked it a lot more.” You smirked, “I have to thank the artist properly.”

“Another kiss should be sufficient.” He smiled, pulling you closer to him. “And maybe a date if he’s lucky.”

“I think I could make that happen, he seems really cute and my friends are constantly telling me that the two of us would be perfect together.”

“I think they have the right idea.” He smiled, gazing down at you, silently thanking your cousin for giving the two of you that final little push.

fin.

[luminnara]

Billy Hargrove x addams!reader

Billy Hargrove meeting and developing a crush on you, who he just happened to run into while on vacation. Not HIS vacation, mind you—he’s still living in Hawkins, Indiana. The shit with the upside down is over. That vecna guy is gone for good. Everybody else thinks it was just some weird freak earthquake disaster that tore the town apart, and life in Hawkins moves on and goes back to being just as boring and insufferable as he remembers.

So WHY are you there? WHY is that your idea of a good vacation destination? Because of all the weird shit that happened, of course! You’re a young adult, the same age as Billy, and your parents let you venture off on your own for a little road trip. You visit all sorts of ghost towns and haunted houses, stop to go werewolf hunting in the swamps and even run into some vampires on the coast before you double back and head to Hawkins. Besides a few memorials commemorating those who died in the earthquake, you don’t find much—which is weird, considering everything you heard about the town having some connection with another dimension—and you’re about to leave for home before you run into a guy.

He’s not your usual type. In fact, compared to your past boyfriends, he sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s big and broad shouldered, with a curly mullet and bright blue eyes the likes or which you’ve never seen before. But something about him makes you stop and talk to him outside the diner, and you end up getting along SO much better than you expected.

You’re not his usual type, either. He’s usually more into hustler models, not weird goths who wear sunglasses at night and can’t stop talking about disembodied hands and whatever the fuck a Cousin Itt is. But hey, he can’t deny that you’re hot—and disarming, and easy to talk to, and actually really fucking funny.

He manages to score a date with you before you leave town. And then another, and another, because you’ve already called home and told your parents that you were running a bit behind, but you have a surprise for them. Because once you get to know him and you dig your way past his macho facade, Billy is actually really, really sweet, and you think you might bring him home to meet the family.

Plus, on your first date, he threatened to a kill a guy who looked at you for a second too long. The idea of Billy dueling someone to the death is just so romantic, the sort of thing your father would do for your mother, and the more he threatens people, the more you fall in love.

When you tell him you really do have to go back home, he’s devastated. He doesn’t want to go back to life in hawkins before you. He doesn’t want to have to deal with his shitty dad. He’s really distraught, actually, because you were such a good escape from his home life, and he can’t bear to see you leave…so of course he agrees to come with you. He jumps at the opportunity to skip town. He’s got a bag packed and he’s picking you up from the motel later that night with his camaro. Is it a little crazy to go out of state with somebody he just met? Yeah, but it sure beats sticking around Hawkins.

You’re ecstatic. You know your parents will be a little disappointed that he doesn’t have two heads and he doesn’t howl at the moon, but you don’t care. You think he’ll manage to fit in just fine after some adjusting.

Then again, you’re a lot more used to your family then he is.

It’s raining as the car pulls up to the front gate. Billy’s jaw drops as he sees the house. It’s massive and stately, but from what he can see as the gates swing open on their own, it’s run down. It doesn’t look like anyone’s lived there in years, but you’re absolutely positive that it’s the right place. You think it’s cute that he keeps asking, and you take all of his comments about it looking like a dump (respectfully) as compliments.

He parks in front of the door and gets out first, already preparing for his nice “hello mr. And Mrs. so and so, I’m a perfectly respectable gentleman” routine. He gets the passenger door for you, taking your hand as he helps you out, and you’re giggling and biting your lip because you know the more old fashioned he acts the better the impression on your parents.

“Leave the bags in the car, don’t worry about them,” you tell him as you climb the steps. “Lurch will grab them.”

“…Lurch?” He asks as you ring the doorbell.

He hears a foghorn. Not a bell.

Okay, Billy. He tells himself. So they’re weirdos. Not a big deal. You’ve got this under control.

When the door swings open and he’s faced with the tallest man he has ever seen in his life, he begins to doubt that he’s got this.

“Welcome home,” the butler says slowly, in a voice that seems to be reverberating through Billy’s very bones.

“I missed you so much, Lurch, you have no idea!” You exclaim, surging forward to wrap your arms around Lurch’s waist.

Billy stares as Lurch smiles and pats your head. He figures this is about as weird as things will get. Clearly your parents have a lot of money, to afford a house like that and keep a butler around. They’re just a little eccentric, probably.

He soon realizes that that’s a severe understatement.

“Aha! There you are!”

Billy’s eyes are wide as something sharp whizzes past his head, narrowly missing him. It turns out to be a dart, and it hits the doorframe just beside Lurch. The thrower is, of course, your father—a short man in a pinstripe suit, a cigar clenched between his teeth and an absolutely wild look in his eyes that has Billy automatically fearing for his life.

“Father!” You run forward to meet him, hugging him tightly.

“Welcome home, welcome home!“ Gomez laughs, dropping his handful of remaining darts as he returns the hug. Then, he spots Billy, and he’s suddenly shaking his hand with a bone crushing grip and insisting that the two of you come into the parlor because Mamá is nearly finished preparing dinner and everyone had better eat quickly so they can catch the remainder of the thunder storm.

You’re ecstatic, and Billy is utterly shocked, because a house full of spiderwebs and exotic taxidermy is not something he’s experienced before. He’s pretty sure there’s a real mummy in the corner. He’s also pretty sure the bear rug roared at him.

“Oh, darling, look at you!” A woman in an extremely tight black dress says as she knits. Billy thinks he can hear disappointment in her voice when she adds “only five fingers on each hand…”

And at the mention of hand, one of them pops out of a box on a nearby table, and Billy nearly jumps out of his skin.

And that’s still not the strangest thing he’ll see in your house, by far. Because Cousin Itt is. And Uncle Fester is a close second.

Your grandmother is a real witch. Like, for real. He’s doing his best to be polite at dinner, but your little sister Wednesday keeps making comments about how much she thinks his organs would sell for and his first instinct is to shoot back like he would with Max. Your mother has to tell Pugsley that he can’t have live dynamite at the table, and he has to wait until after dinner to set it off. They have a pet lion named Kitty who eats the leftovers. And despite all the weirdness, it’s the best family dinner he’s ever experienced.

He goes outside in the rain with you even though it’ll mess up his hair. He totally sticks out, because your family all wear nothing but black and he’s in jeans and a red silk shirt, but your father spends way too long inspecting the weave of it and then declaring that he likes it, so Billy counts that as a win. The entire family likes him, he thinks, so he decides to stay for a while…because honestly, it’s not so bad at the Addams house.

Gomez teaches him how to fence and how to be a good boyfriend. He has hours worth of stories about how he wooed Morticia, even though Billy quickly learns that the real story was more about love at first sight and less about winning her hand in a fight to the death. Morticia teaches Billy about communication and also how to take care of plants, which he’s surprisingly good at (Cleopatra the African strangler takes a liking to him. He learns to appreciate the strangling.)

Uncle Fester…doesn’t really teach him anything, but he’s a fun guy to have around. He figures out what all of Thing’s hand gestures and signs mean, and learns that he’s actually a formidable arm wrestling opponent, despite not actually having an arm. Cousin Itt gets easier and easier to understand as the days go by. Mama uses him as a taste tester for meals, because “this boy’s surprisingly resilient! I coulda sworn breakfast would’ve killed him, but here he is!”

Wednesday warms up to him. Pugsley thinks he’s cool. They play games like wake the dead and Billy discovers that zombies do in fact exist, and he isn’t as surprised as he maybe should be.

When new, normal people come visit, Billy takes it upon himself to be one of the first ones they deal with, because they generally do better with him than Gomez, for some reason. Billy discovers that he never has to work a day in his life if he’s involved with your family, and that’s just an added bonus, because he really, really enjoys dating you, and he enjoys how relaxed your family is about him being your boyfriend. You even get to share a room.

He settles in so well that he nearly forgets about Hawkins entirely, and it’s pretty healing for him. The stuff in your life is weird as hell, but it’s a weird he can handle. And he knows now that if his father ever comes calling, he’s gonna have a LOT more than Billy to worry about.

[ynbabe]

Wednesday {The show} x Male! Reader- pt.2

*Wednesday and Y/N are doing something absurdly dangerous*

Wednesday: I think Houdini did something like this once. Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time.

Y/N 'This is the safest thing I've ever done' L/N: Well that's encouraging!

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Enid: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Wednesday: You’re a hazard to society

Y/N: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

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Enid: I told Wednesday their ears flush when they lie.

Y/N: Why?

Enid: Look.

Enid: Hey Wednesday! Do you love us?

Wednesday, covering their ears: No.

Y/N:

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Enid: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Y/N: You were flirting with Wednesday.

Enid: So what? She's my girlfriend.

Y/N: You asked her if she was single.

Enid:

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Wednesday, trying not to smile: And then you cried when I said I wasn't.

Enid: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me

Y/N: Okay, but in my defense, Wednesday bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.

Enid: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

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*Enid and Wednesday sitting in jail together*

Wednesday, Y/N's younger sister BY A mONtH: So who should we call?

Enid, younger sister by proxy: I’d call Y/N, but I feel safer in jail

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Enid, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Wednesday, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

Y/N, checking in on them: what the fuck are you guys doing?

Enid: playing systemic oppression

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Enid : But what about Wednesday? She is my SOULMATE!

Y/N: You said that about a ball of yarn once!

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Wednesday: I have locked Y/N in a cage designed by his own art. Oh, he has been well and truly hoist by his own petard.

Enid : Could you put it another way? I didn’t understand a word of that.

Wednesday: I’m blackmailing him.

Enid : Oh, happy days.

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Wednesday: What are you writing?

Y/N to Wednesday about their family house: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have our house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Enid, looking over Y/N's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

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Y/N: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes...

Y/N: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps.

Enid : ...That took an unexpected turn.

Wednesday: So did their neck.

[captain-lessship]

Roommates Pt. 2

Rooming with another person was hard for you. You were an only child and were not socialized very well but you were excited to room with someone other than the few ghost and dream figured that came into your room.

Your fathers tried their best but you were always blunt when you were younger and still were but you knew you’d work on it. But you scared the first roommate so badly you honestly thought you’d killed him. 

Addams are different. You are destined to take pride in the occult, the spooky and the supernatural and that being what you knew and what you came from: you made a gift basket full of thing you enjoyed. The poor siren boy promptly screamed, fainted and fell to the floor when you flicked the light in and shoved it in his arms. It was humiliating to go get the Dorm Father and show him your passed out roomie. 

You had come to the conclusion that you would probably never be given another roommate. But then there was a knock, you looked up from your bed.

“Come in! It’s open.”

You watched as a new boy, luggage, duffel bag and back pack on his form.

“Uh… this is dorm room seven C?”

“Yes?”

“Oh cool cool. I guess I am your new roommate.”

The boy shyly pulled out a piece of paper. You got up from your bed and walked to him. You took it from him.

“You lasted longer than the last one.” You said, voice flat.

“Wha?”

“Do you know why I didn’t have one before? Didn’t you think it weird that mine was open?”

“Nah,” he said, walking to the empty bed and sitting his bags down, “I just showed up where they wanted me.”

You were a little surprised, an odd smile came to your face, “The last one fainted when I gave him the gift I made.”

“You gave them a gift?”

“Yeah… should have maybe got to know them better.”

The boy looked at you, then back down, “Well… I’m Ajax. Ajax Petropolus.”

You told him your name, extending a hand. He laughed a little bit. 

“I thought handshaking was like a thing old people did.”

You raised your eyebrow. 

You and Ajax made a promise to always spend Saturday morning cleaning up the room, which you had gotten a start on. You piled up your laundry that you’d take to the laundry room and wash. You began dusting when he woke up. “Eyes.”

You immediately shut your eyes, “So, sleep well?”

“Dude, I had the craziest dream.”

“About?”

“Everything was completely normal. Like normie Normal. We were just normal kids dude. No powers, no nothing.”

“Weird.”

“Crazy. Okay, you can open them.”

You opened your eyes and saw him standing beside the mirror, rubbing sleep from his eyes. You smiled. You knew you liked him but he was oblivious. Which you decided to seek consul for after you finished cleaning. You were surprised she was still attending Nevermore after what she did on Out Reach Day but she was someone who was honest, even to a fault.

“Why do you feel the need to confine yourself in a relationship?” Wednesday asked as she pulled the bow across the cello neck, slowly tuning the new string she’d put on.

“Because I like him.” You said, gently polishing your flute.

“Why do you like him? He is a plain teenage boy who you could easily find another of.”

You sighed, “Because he is him.”

“Do you enjoy confusing me with your needless want of affection, validation and companionship. You are like a dog.”

You chuckled, “Do you enjoy infringing on my chance of youth with your lifeline of dull, bitter and twisted demeanor? You’re like a pit of nothingness.”

She looked at you, “While I can never truly understand why you find necessity in this, it’s a disservice to you to let you go at this alone.”

“Alright! Partners in crime! What’s the plan, Day?”

“Quiet. And I will ask Enid for advice. And I will get Thing to look into his conversation.”

“Make sure he isn’t seen. Or heard.” You said.

Suddenly the dorm door flung open, Enid standing there.

“Hello Enid.” Wednesday said, not looking up.

“Wednesday! I need your advice on my outfit for my date and you,” the blonde pointed at you. “What does Ajax like? Favorite color? What kind of outfits?”

“Why?” You asked, already having a suspicion that slowly made your heart crack.

“Because I am going on a date with him! Isn’t it exciting! I liked him for so long.” She said, grinning widely.

You felt your heart shatter as you plastered on a smile and turned to Wednesday, her eyes barely softening. That’s why she disapproved. She knew. 

You looked back at Enid. “He really likes hats. Beanies, that kinda style. Wear the beret! It’s cute on you. Oh shit,” you looked at your phone, “I gotta be getting back. Good luck, Enid!” 

You stood up and walked out of the room. You were trying to breathe and stay calm. You just needed to make it to your room but Ajax would be there getting ready. 

You turned the corner and walked down the stairs to the only other thing that gave you comfort in this school: the Edgar Allan Poe statue. You tucked yourself between his pedestal and the stone wall. You just sobbed. Soft cries turned to loud heaving, tears streamed down your face and you bit into your shirt sleeve to prevent yourself from making more noise but it was too late.

“Hey…”

You flung open your eyes, there he stood. Fucking Xavier. You pried yourself out of your place and stood up, looking through him.

“What do you want?”

He sighed, “I just heard you and got worried…”

“Oh please, misery loves company. So which one is it this go around? Wednesday? Bianca? Daddy dearest?”

He rolled his eyes, “God, you’re so…”

“So?”

“Goddamn defensive! Like what the hell did I actually do to you? “

You chuckled, “Oh you’re dense! Think with me, would you accept comfort from the boy who mocked you? Would you be nice to the guy who told everybody who he was before he was ready? Would you?”

Xavier looked at you, “I didn’t mean to do that to you. I know it was wron-“

“Shut the hell up! Shut up! Shut up! Go away! I don’t need you, you prick!” You screamed at him. 

“You shut up! I am trying to make things better!”

“I don’t owe you the chance! Stop! Stop trying to! I don’t want to be around you!” 

You were crying harder now, you wiped your eyes and hung your head. You felt a pull and then you felt him hug you. 

“Let. Go.”

“No.”

You felt yourself slowly breaking, you felt yourself go limp and then you hugged back. You sobbed into his shoulder. 

“Damn you, Thorpe.”

“Addams. Shut up.”

You were in your dorm, staring out the window. You glanced at the clock, he’d be back in a few minutes. Maybe. You sighed. Of course he liked her, he was always talking about her and you had no idea what had gotten into you that you thought he’d ever like you. 

You got up from bed and walked to your full length mirror. You stared at yourself, glowing eyes looking back. You only liked your eyes since they looked like your Dads: normal in the day but they glowed gold in the night. Everything else, you hated. 

You gently touched your face. You looked to the few pimples that had appeared. 

You looked at your mouth: chapped lips and your teeth never seemed to be as white or as straight as other peoples.

You looked at your hands, constantly dry and cracking from the sand. 

You looked at yourself fully, you felt like a disaster was staring back. You began to cry. No wonder he didn’t like you. 

You had an insufferable attitude, you were hideous, you weren’t funny and you had nothing interesting about you. 

You were standing there when the door opened, you looked and saw Ajax. He didn’t look as if he’d just been on a date. You were confused.

“Hey? Did you and Eni-“

He just walked in and shut the door. You walked to him and turned on the light, showed the fact that he’d been crying. 

“Oh… what happened?”

“Well… I went on the date. But I realized something half way through. And I went to the bathroom and my beanie fell off and I… I stoned myself.”

You gave him a small smile. “Well, what did you realize? I mean to leave a date early.”

“Well she also realized something. Uh, Enid really likes Wednesday… she just felt as if she could make her jealous but like, I get it.”

You felt a dab of anger, that was really rude of her but if he’d already let it go, you didn’t see a reason to go on a man hunt.

Ajax walked to his bed and sat down, “Could you sit down? I kinda need to tell you something.”

“Yea, sure.” You grew worried as you sat down beside him, “what is it man?”

“Well… I kissed her.”

You stared at him, “And?”

“I- Please promise you won’t get mad?”

You looped your arm around him, “I could never get mad at you dude.”

Ajax stared at you, “O-okay. I kissed her and I… I thought about you.”

You froze and stared at him, he stared back. You choked on your words a bit. “Uh, Ajax… Dude, I-“

“You don’t have to like me back, I just didn’t know if I should tell you or not, ya know I jus-“

You gently pulled him into a kiss. “You ramble a lot.” You gently whispered as you pulled away.

You both sat there in silence for a moment. He was the one to break the silence, “So you like me back?”

You burst out laughing, “Well no shit!” 

He laughed too, he stood up, “Hey, I’m going to change into pajamas. So, close your eyes.”

You contained your laughter and slowly closed them. You felt a kiss to your forehead and you grinned. Ajax got changed quickly and then turned to you. 

“Uh… I got a question… um, so if we like cuddle, how are you going to not open your eyes?”

Valid question. You thought for a moment, “Hey, in the top drawer of my nightstand, there’s a sleep mask.”

Ajax walked to your nightstand and opened the drawer and dug around until he found it. He got it and handed it to you. He slowly stepped out of you line of sight. “Open.”

You opened your eyes and quickly put on the eye mask, adjusted it and looked up. “Alright. Stand in front of me, let’s see if this works.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Cement is a okay cuddler.” You joked.

He chuckled, “Okay, okay, here we go.” He stepped in front of you, eyes open.

You yelled “Ahh! No! Stone! I been turned to stone!”

He scoffed, “Not funny.” He said.

You laid down and he laid beside you, you slowly interlocked your hands. Silence falling between the two of you. You decided to lay on your side and Ajax looped his arm around you. You both readjusted your hands and you felt something move, it gently touched and moved along your hairline.

“Uh, Ajax?”

“Sorry, that’s Trevor.”

“Trevor?”

“Yeah,” Ajax’s hand moved to get ‘Trevor’ away, “I named my snakes.”

“That’s cute. What are all of their names?”

Ajax grinned to himself, “Well there’s Trevor, Gwen, Eric, Fabio, Patrick…”

As he talked, Trevor moved back to your hair line, gently giving what you guessed were snake kisses. You slowly fell asleep to the sound of his voice. 

Ajax stopped when he noticed sand coming from your hair and circling around your head, like a halo. He watched as tiny figures danced around the ring. He smiled: So that’s what your dreams look like. Temptation got the best of him as he lifted his free hand to touch the sand. It slowly ran down his arm and he felt extremely sleepy and he was out like a light within seconds.

Snakes and Sand. Alliteration.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Hi my love! 💕

I'm curious to see how Rhett and Persephone are doing! I miss them. 🥺

Hi darling !! 🫶🏼🩶 they are going well 🥹 I know I’ve been horrible with updating that serious and I need to get back on it. I plan on rewatching Wednesday soon because S2 is coming next year !! Forgive me, the chapter that follows episode 1 of Wednesday is still in my drafts 😭 not sure when it will be released

[luminnara]

Billy with Addams reader walking around the mansion in a black silk shirt ❤️👄❤️

Also Addams reader and lurch? Best friends 😌 - 💋

Billy would get to accessorize SO much. He’s got super expensive silk shirts and perfectly tailored jeans, because he’s definitely still a tight jeans kinda guy. His boots are nicer now, and less scuffed up, because money isn’t an issue. He still has his same gold chain, but now he has an entire jewelry box of ancient cursed pendants and earrings. He and reader share a room, and at first, it’s reader’s childhood room, and it’s full of cobwebs and taxidermy. Maybe later the two of you move into a larger room, or the apartment above the carriage house or something like that (or even like, a mausoleum out back) and you can decorate however you want. The whole gloomy vibe has really been growing on Billy, even though he still loves sitting outside and sunbathing in the summer, much to the utter confusion of the rest of the family

[luminnara]

okok i ATE UP ur billy x addams! reader i lobe the addams family

BUT ive been thinking all morning about eddie x addams!reader.... how it hits him how *normal* he is next to someone whos got a disembodied hand as a pet? and eddie hasnt quite got the same vibe as the addamses but he'd still fit. -but also just imagining how damn disappointed gomez and morticia (and wednesday) would be when they found out hellfire actually isnt a satanic cult.... but i feel like pugsley would fuck with dnd

sorry for the rambly thoughts this has been the only thing in my head all morning at work

Eddie would fit in SO well lol

"So this 'Hellfire Club...' you meet in the pits of hell, I assume?"

"Uh,, no, actually, we--wait do you know how to get there??"

"Of course, of course! But if you don't meet in hell, then I assume you summon the forces of darkness? Commune with the devil?"

"Oh, uh, no...it's actually for DnD...you know, Dungeons and Dragons?"

"Dungeons?? AND dragons??? By jove, Tish! We MUST join!"

[luminnara]

honestly i need to see max or neil’s reaction to billy basically running away to live with his goth gf’s “weird” family. the whole billy x addams!reader thing is just so interesting and amazing. and i feel like it’s pretty poc friendly too bc the addams fam would definitely adopt a kid

100% yes! I meant to sprinkle in the possibility of reader being adopted but I think I forgot 🥴 there are so many options when it comes to that. The extended addams family is so big and diverse, and I feel like everybody would know that gomez and morticia would take in a baby/child in need, so reader could be a distant cousin, or the child of some family friends, or the kid of some local witch, or just any random baby who needed a loving home. I feel like they would go above and beyond in terms of learning about/caring for a child who’s a different ethnicity than them, and with limitless resources at their disposal, they would call in the experts when it comes to things like hair care. They would also be great parents when it comes to anything like chronic illness or disability, because again, limitless resources. Like you need mobility aids? They’re probably gonna either be very old or very weird, but done. The house needs less steps and more ramps outside? Immediately adjusted to suit you. The addams family is such a good setting for x reader stuff I think, because of stuff like this!!

So yeah anyways Billy is around too lol

I feel like Max’s reaction would be more disbelief. On the surface she would act like it’s a good thing he’s going because that means more peace and quiet, but she’d be like ????? You’re doing WHAT??

And Neil would be so pissed off and what if he tries to follow and he ends up at the addams residence 👀 there are so many things there that would just eat him lol

[luminnara]

Okay okay

So you know how Neil is like the human embodiment of toxic masculinity and as a result that's how billy thinks men should be?

What if Morticia helps billy learn to be masculine in a healthy way,, calling him a gentleman when he holds the door open for her, helping her lift heavy things ect - 💋

Yes 😭😭

I think the general vibe with the Addamses is healthy masculinity. Like, Gomez is a very masculine guy in many ways—suits, cigars, swords—but there’s nothing very toxic about it. He openly worships his wife and he likes dressing nice. I KNOW that man has good hygiene (or the Addams version of good hygiene. I feel like it’s generally good, but they’re very into things like damp caves and bogs and illnesses so I’m not sure what impact that has on like, showering lol)

Billy would be saying and doing things that would make Morticia realize that he’s got a warped perception of masculinity. Right after he moves in, he would still be practicing all the habits and survival mode things he’s developed because of Neil, and he wouldn’t be allowing himself to actually relax and fully enjoy picking his cologne or dressing nicely. Just being in an environment where the man of the house is constantly doting on his wife and where the other masculine figures are

-a guy who somehow generates enough electricity to light up a lightbulb with his mouth

-a 7? Foot tall butler who mostly groans and shakes his head

-a hand

-a kid who plays with dynamite in the house and has a pet octopus

-and a pile of hair with a hat and sunglasses

Would make Billy realize that there’s a lot more to life than the narrow worldview his father tried to force him into, and he would become way more receptive to people trying to help him become more himself.

Morticia would make comments about how he’s such a nice young man, how he’s so helpful, etc. she would talk about how to woo someone and be romantic, and she would tell stories about things that Gomez has done to sort of be like “hey my extremely wealthy husband can do these things so you can too.”

[luminnara]

I read through the addams!reader tag and I love it so much!! It made me happy stimm.

I was thinking of if max came over for a visit and maybe the party comes along to bc the reader met some of them before they left with Billy. I think it would be fun to see all their reactions the the family!

Okay so I’m imagining that Max has met at least reader before you and Billy took off, so she’s got an idea of how all of this might go down even if she hasn’t been to the house yet. She’s a lot more prepared and therefore way less shocked than the rest of the party, and whenever they totally freak out about something, she just acts all cool and tough and rolls her eyes like “YEAH it’s a disembodied HAND it’s not THAT cool” even though she totally thinks Thing is super cool lol

The whole Addams family would be looking at the party like oh…they look very…like they wear khaki pants 😬 like you know the “but Debbie…pastels?” Line from Values? That, but it’s like “but Michael…a Hawaiian shirt? With those shorts?” But they’re not gonna say anything. They just think they have unfortunate fashion senses.

Morticia is definitely more perceptive than Gomez, and she would totally clock that something is bothering Will. Whether it’s gay panic or upside down related or both, she would get him to talk about it. They would all be so fascinated by the concept of the upside down and just want to vacation there IMMEDIATELY

They would also have so much fun with El’s powers. I don’t think they would be shocked, they would just think they’re super fun—besides, there’s probably someone in the extended family with some sort of telekinesis, so they’re not all that surprised. The party would be taken aback by how chill they are, because they would be trying to hide all the whacky shit they’ve got going on while they Addamses are like “lmaoooooooooo let’s go dig up our dead relatives for fuuuuuuuuuunnn”

The party would also be absolutely flabbergasted by a healthier, more well adjusted Billy. Even if Max ever told them about what Neil used to be like with him, I feel like they would still hold a lot of resentment towards him because they all view him as Max’s shitty stepbrother who beat the hell out of Steve. When he walks in, all nicely dressed because he can DO that now without Neil calling him a pussy, with a glass of expensive wine instead of a can of cheap beer, they almost don’t believe it’s him…and they find that he’s WAY more relaxed and easier to talk to, because he isn’t on edge and upset all the time. So somehow, Billy acting so normal is strange, and that makes him fit in with this entire strange house and this strange family that keeps trying to feed them strange things

Wednesday and Pugsley would be more the Party’s age, so they’d be hanging out. They’d have some things in common, and I feel like they would play a very wild D&D oneshot in which Wednesday ends up with a super overpowered character somehow who destroys the entire campaign lol

[luminnara]

I’m that one requester that asked for Addams!reader and the party, could I maybe become the 🌺 annon?

Imagine mortica showing Billy baby photos of reader, just all the gothic cuteness

You know that scene in family guy where he's got the album and peter is like 'this is the year i was a pterodactyl'

I feel like something like that could happen with an Addams!reader lol

[luminnara]

my god your post about how the addams family would literally hire people to help and learn to do things to make you feel more connected to your background made me tear up and almost cry. im mexican american and celebrate dia de los muertos (day of the dead) which basically means we honor the people we love who have passed. and i can just imagine them helping a mexican!reader decorate and make the alter and put all the offerings for their loved ones. they would love the little sugar skulls that we put out and morticia would make sure there were marigolds everywhere on the alter. they’d even make a whole gothic quinceañera if the reader identifies as a girl. they’d be so accepting too omg im gonna cry

Oh I feel like they would especially be into that, because they have an entire graveyard behind the house and do seances and stuff regularly so they’re like, very in tune with the dead and death related things.

I feel like there might be things where they’re like “well, I don’t really get this and it’s not my style, but It’s interesting! Let’s do it!” When it comes to stuff like flowers. Morticia would grow the marigolds in a little area in the greenhouse and it would be this random bright spot amongst all the spiny pokey thorny plants that reminds her of her sister Ophelia a little too much, but you would never ever hear her saying anything about it, because she knows they’re important…plus, they’re growing on her a little bit. They would put an addams twist on everything, so the sugar skulls might sometimes have three eyes, but again, it’s all death related so they’re SUPER into it. And you would for sure be getting visited by some loved ones who have passed on, because AGAIN, GRAVEYARD IN THE BACK

And they would absolutely have the coolest creepiest quinceañera ever for you. Everything would be decorated so well, and it would be absolutely MASSIVE

Plus, when it comes to things like language, they’re already at LEAST a trilingual household with English, French, and Spanish, and it’s not like they don’t have the time or interest for learning another!

[luminnara]

For the anon that is talking about the day of the dead remember that Gomez Addams is Hispanic!! He'd be the best dad and he'd tell you stories and talk to you in Spanish and let you know that he's there for you 🥺 - 💋

He is! He is specifically castilian. I didn’t mention that in that post because I don’t know enough about Hispanic traditions to know if any groups in Spain/Europe celebrate dia de los muertos or anything sjmilar! But he would definitely have the Spanish part down. I’m sure there are differences between Castilian Spanish and dialects spoken elsewhere, but he would also be down to learn yours and I feel like would teach you his as well and it would be cuuuute