#male wednesday addams

[reareaotakubackup]

A Storm Brewing

Summary: Wednesday has never been jealous or at least that's what he tells himself. CW: Male! Wednesday Addams, Jealousy

He wonders if you can feel his glare from across the courtyard. You had to, because it seemed you got even gidder. It only made him angrier, but it just fit in with his neutral face.

You felt a stare and you looked around before spotting the culprit. It was Wednesday. Most people would think Wednesday just had his regular bitch face on, but you knew him better than regular people. He was pissed, more so than usual.

You frowned, your eyes scanning the court yard. Was he glaring at you?

“So what do you think, Y/n?”

You look back at Enid, who was showing you pictures of the girl he was talking- The one with snake hair.

“Um- Yeah. No, I see it. She’s pretty.”

Enid’s brows scrunched together and he tilts his head. “What are you looking at?” He looks around the courtyard, before he too sees Wednesday. “Oh…” He frowns, before looking at you.

Enid, a lot like you, was able to tell when Wednesday wasn’t happy. He could sense the negative energy Wednesday was clearly sending their way.

“I think Wednesday is mad.”

You give an Enid a dead panned stare, as he leans on his hand.

“Why do you think he’s mad?”

“Are you serious?”

He gives you a confused look and you started to realize why Wednesday liked Enid. Enid was stupid and naive.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. I’ll talk to him later.”

“That’s a good idea. He’s always liked you more than me.” Enid laughs, a bright smile over taking his face as he waved to Wednesday, who does not recuperate.

[deadlynavigation]

Season’s Greetings

Warnings: swearing. reader has straight hair in this one.

Author’s note: yall when i tell you school has been kicking my ass. like i expected a challenge but this is just straight evil. anyways, so so sorry for literally no writing these past three months. i’m going to work on stuff i swear.

(Addams Family Masterlist)

(Full Masterlist)

“Cara mia, it’s barely November.”

No response.

“Amore mio?”

Still nothing.

“Y/n.”

A muffled “here!” comes from the pile of christmas decorations scattered on the floor. Wednesday slowly walks over to where the little voice emerged, taking in the garlands and ornaments that spring from half-opened, dusty boxes. He carefully sidesteps the multiple throw blankets and pillows strewn about, admiring your eye for such things whilst also trying to recall where he hid the matches and gas. Vinyls, unlike the decorations, are placed neatly on the sofa, one already removed from its case and sitting on the record player waiting to be played. Finally, Wednesday reaches the small bump in the mountain of holiday cheer.

Your head pops out. “Need anything, baby?”

Wednesday has to place a hand over his mouth to contain his smile. You do this every year, and it somehow becomes even more endearing to him. “Halloween was yesterday, cara mia.”

“...Ok?” You fail to grasp his point, blinking up at him as innocently as possible.

“We have months to do all of this, Y/n.”

“Time is ticking, baby. We gotta get a head start on this.”

He sighs, dropping onto his knees and accepting his fate. “Then you must need help, if we’re running on such a tight schedule.”

Your eyes dart from the dried flowers you’d been fiddling with to his face, which, although rare, held no signs of deception or teasing. “You’d really help? You’re not just fucking with me?”

Wednesday chuckles, reaching up to brush back a piece of your hair that had fallen loose in the chaos. “Of course, cara mia. It’s important to you, is it not?”

You nod enthusiastically.

“Then I shall help.”

Hours later, Wednesday isn’t regretting that promise in the slightest. Or at least, that’s what he’s telling himself. He’s sorted through pounds of decorations, had dozens of arguments over what to trash or keep, and gone back down to the basement at least a dozen times to grab even more boxes. It’s now past midnight, and he can clearly see your eyes drooping.

“Amore mio, perhaps it’s time to put this away for the night,” He murmurs, reaching for the ornament you hold and gently pulling it away. It’s placed right back in its box, set on top of the pile for tomorrow.

You try to conceal a yawn, reaching for the ornament. “But we’re so close, baby. Just a couple more minutes, we could finish.”

“See, normally, I would agree with you,” Wednesday smirks, memories of last night running through his head, “but you’re exhausted, cara mia. What type of partner would I be if I didn’t chase you up to bed right now?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, pushing at his arm with no real intent. He snatches the opportunity, grasping your arm and bringing it up to his lips. Kiss upon kiss is imprinted on your skin as Wednesday moves from your wrist to your shoulder and back down again. He takes his time, holding eye contact with you as he kisses every individual vein of your arm, appreciating each little indent and bump, even burying himself into the warmth of your shoulder once he draws close enough.

“M’still not tired. Your tricks don’t work on me, baby.”

He snorts, face still tucked safely into your shoulder. “Of course not, my love.”

You almost let your eyes flutter shut at his voice, but remembering all the work that must be done, you shoot awake almost instantly. “No, baby, I mean it–we gotta finish this.”

“And we will–tomorrow. Let me take care of you, Y/n. Let yourself rest.”

You stare at the back of his head for a moment, narrowing your eyes as you run through your options. One: stay here, fall asleep on the floor, wake up with a broken back. Two: let Wednesday take you to bed, where you’ll then end up sleeping for at least fourteen hours. Three: refuse through yawning fits and insist that you’re perfectly fine to handle breakable decorations at one in the morning.

Only one of those options will end up working. You’re still in denial about which one it may be.

Wednesday can practically feel the gears turning in your mind and eventually tires of it, rising from your neck and standing. “Come on, amore mio. Time for bed. I will hear no more of it.”

“Okay,” you grumble, because as much as you’d like to stand your ground, you can feel the exhaustion creeping through your body. It becomes much more apparent as you step forward, legs half-asleep and shaking from the hours spent crouching in uncomfortable positions. “Carry me?”

Wednesday looks down at you, shaking his head. “As if I would allow anything else, Y/n.” With that, he scoops you up, adjusting for a second before maneuvering around the scattered decor and into the foyer. You bury your face in his neck, all too eager to be surrounded by warmth after the sunset brought frigid temperatures into your home. Wednesday plants a short kiss on your hairline before climbing the stairs, steadily guiding you both into the master bedroom.

He stops, and you realize it’s an indication that you’ve reached the bed and have to get down. You cling to him, refusing to jump down.

“Cara mia,” Wednesday cooes, pressing another peck onto your head. “How are we supposed to get ready for bed if I’m carrying you the whole time?”

“You’ll figure it out. I have confidence in you.” Your words are barely there, fading with your sleepiness. Your grip on his clothes slackens, and that’s the final straw for your partner. He gently lowers you onto the pillows, quickly spreading a blanket over your form.

“As much as I appreciate your reliance on my strength, I cannot live up to those expectations,” Wednesday laughs, strolling into the adjoined bathroom to quickly brush his teeth and rinse his face. The splashes of water reach your ears, spurring you to blearily rise and join him over the sink.

“M’tired,” you mumble, grabbing your toothbrush. You run it over your teeth for a time most dentists would consider unacceptable, rinsing and flossing afterwards to make up for your rush. Wednesday smiles softly, handing you your cleanser after you’re done.

“You coat your face in chemicals, I’ll worry about your hair.” He leans down, laying a cold kiss on your collarbone before getting to work. The brush glides through your hair as you rinse your cleanser off, reaching for a serum as Wednesday reaches for the soft little elastics you seem to prefer for nighttime. He combs his fingers through your hair, watching in fascination as the color catches the soft copper lights of the lamps in the bedroom. Over and over again, he watches it fall from his fingers and envisions a future where he combs through your graying hair with weathered hands. Yes, he’ll sleep well tonight with that in his mind.

He’s knocked from his train of thought as you plop your moisturizer back onto the counter, finished with your routine and now just waiting on the braids you were promised. Wednesday smiles sheepishly, kissing the back of your head as an apology before getting started. He manipulates the strands with expert fingers, years of practice on his sisters and mother proving useful.

“M’sorry I yelled at you about the mistletoe. You wouldn’t have known where exactly I wanted it, that was my fault.” You lean back into his chest as he works diligently, the motions lulling you to sleep.

“Amore, I would hang the moon and stars for you if you asked. The mistletoe will go exactly where you need it tomorrow.” He holds back a laugh as he recalls the argument, a five-minute long discussion involving door frames, rulers, and a silly little piece of the plant.

“I’m also sorry for the wreaths. I didn’t even know we had that many.”

“It’s ok, Y/n,” Wednesday whispers as he ties off on a braid, moving to the next one without jostling you from where you practically lie on him. “We all have passions. You support mine. These next two months, I will support yours.”

It’s quiet for a minute, both of you too content to break the silence. He finishes the second braid quickly, trying to get you both into bed before you end up in a heap on the bathroom floor.

“There we go, amore. All done, you did so well for me.” Wednesday rubs your arms up and down, trying to rouse you from your almost meditative state.

“Bed?” You whisper, rubbing an eye while trying to stay attached to him.

“Yes, come on.”

“What time is it?”

“Late,” Wednesday whispers back, checking the clock on your nightstand. He’s right–it’s almost 1:30 in the morning, an hour that he isn’t sure qualifies as late or just incredibly, wickedly early.

You fall into bed, rearranging the pillows until you can comfortably lie on them. Once Wednesday climbs in next to you, you forsake them, instead nuzzling right against his chest as he pulls you into him. It’s so warm and familiar that you fall asleep almost immediately, all the caffeine, disagreements, and upcoming holidays forgotten.

Wednesday almost laughs at how quickly you managed to fall asleep, proving him right that the decorations were a matter for another day. He’ll have to rub it in your face tomorrow, but for now, he envelops you with his arms pressed tightly against your back and dreams of many more holiday seasons to come.

[neatwhiskeyplaguedoctor]

Can you please do a Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair x Male Reader imagine? Where Reader is from a popular family of hybrids and tribrids, where Reader is a Vampire, a Witch and a Shapeshifter. And the three of them became roommates temporarily because there were no more available rooms for him in the boys' dormitory.

Tri-problem (Male)

Art by TanyaF2022 on X/Twitter.

You sigh as you feel the bumps of the road as the family chauffeur, Jack drives you to Nevermore Academy. You pull out your phone and start swiping on Instagram to see all your "friends" stories and whatnot. Rolling your eyes you start to block them all one by one. "Are you okay young sir?" Jack asks as he looks at you in the rearview mirror. "I told you to call me Y/N," you said annoyed. "But if you must know I'm just annoyed. Why am I being punished for something that my parents agree was the right action?" "Well, I doubt the school board was happy to hear you almost ended the life of your classmate," Jack said causing you to roll your eyes. "Please. No one would've missed him. He deserved it. He assaulted Normies to feed his ego. There is no excuse for that." "Yes, but you decided to, hex him, suck out almost two liters of his blood, and shapeshifted into a silverback gorilla to break both his arms," Jack said flatly. "And?" You said as if it wasn't a big deal. Jack just sighed.

"Well Mister L/N your father had informed me of your... predicament," Larissa Weems, the principal of Nevermore said as you sat across from her. "We have had your uniform custom made as your family requested but... I- uh..." she stumbled over her words causing you to raise an eyebrow. "We have no space in the boy's dormitory... and well... since you have no family in Jericho... I'm afraid you'll have to stay in the girls dormitory..." "You gotta be kidding me..."

She was indeed not kidding... here you were... standing in front of a dorm in Ophelia Hall... "Fuck my life..." You sigh and knock. Not like you had a choice all your stuff was there... "Enid. The door," you heard a flat cold muffled voice on the other side of the door "Coming~" you heard a second, sweeter warmer muffled voice. Soon the door was opened. "Hello...~ oh- I don't think I know you... have I seen around?" The girl asked her wide smile which showed off her sharp canines never faltering. She was about 5'2, had fair skin, rosy cheeks, pale blue eyes, blond hair with pink and blue tips, a pink sweater with white and maroon diamonds, a maroon skirt, and white thigh-high socks. You see that inside the dorm another girl was sitting at a desk writing in a typewriter. She had pale skin, black hair that was tied into two even braids, anthracite eyes, and a blank yet focused expression. She wore a pair of black boots, black jeans that went over the boots, a black shirt with white stripes that were slightly above her belly button, a black shirt with Ghostface on it that was the same length as the undershirt, a black vest, and a pair of black fingerless gloves. Before you were able to answer the blond girl's question, the ravenette turned and looked at you, her cold piercing gaze locked with your gaze as she spoke. "Y/N L/N. Correct?" Her voice was cold and monotone. "...Y-Yeah..." You mumble as the blonde's expression lit up. "You're our new roomie!" She exclaimed grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Now inside you, we're able to see the room clearer. It was split in half, the spider web window was only halfway filled with color on, what you assume is the blonde's side, the other side had no color and was just normal glass with no tint. The blonde's side of the room was very colorful. Her bed frame was white and her blanket was splattered with multiple colors, her bed was on top of a puzzle-like rug with each piece being colored differently, ribbons were hanging from the ceiling, and a desk littered with notebooks, markers, pens, etc. A bean bag chair, posters, and so much more. The ravenette's side was the complete opposite. There was a lamp, a black cello, a black sheet music stand, a desk with a black typewriter, a black bed, and a black leather chair. All your stuff was neatly set in a corner of the room. The blonde let go of her hand as she looked at you her grin somehow wider. "My name is Enid Sinclair! I'm a Fur, AKA a werewolf! Nice to meet you roomie!" Enid said excitingly as she went to the ravenette and grabbed her cheeks making her look at you. "This is Wednesday Addams! She may look gloomy but she's a softie!" Enid exclaimed before Wednesday leaned away scowling. "...Nice to meet two..." You mumbled. "So~," Enid said as she leaned closer to you so close you could feel her breath on your face. "What are you? Fur, Scales, Fangs, Psychic, or something else?" She asked curiously. "Personal space Enid," Wednesday reprimanded her from her chair causing Enid to lean back pouting muttering "I was just asking..." under her breath. "I'm a tribrid... I'm part Vampire, Witch, and Shapeshifter," You explained as Wednesday stood from her typewriter. "Your family is known for that are they not?" Wednesday asked rhetorical. "Your family is known for giving birth to Hybrids and Tribrids," She said monotone with her cold expression. "Yeah... they are," you said as Wednesday nodded. "Weems had informed us of your... incident. Try to behave yourself," Wednesday said as she headed for the door. "Unpack and try not to make a mess of things," she said before leaving. "She always like that?" You ask. "Pretty much," replies Enid.

As the next two weeks passed you got accustomed to living with the two. You found out that Enid would try and snoop when you were on your phone or laptop to find something to put on her blog. When you caught her she blushed and turned away but after that day she would randomly ask to things, favorite color, would you rathers, song taste, etc. You got used to "Addams schedule," as Enid calls it. Basically when she did her writing when she wanted to be left alone, when she would leave for coffee, etc.

As time went on Wednesday had admitted she got used to your presence and even let you watch her write. Yoko, a fellow vampire and friend of Enid said that most Vamipres have a calming presence around them. Ironic. So since Wednesday hadn't really spent a prolonged time near vampires she was getting a heavy dose of it.

Enid on the other hand would paint your nails, do your hair, take you on friend dates, etc. You would talk to her about werewolf stuff, since you had cousins who were part werewolf you could relate in some aspects. After five months of living with the roommates, Weems came to visit.

"Hello girls, and Mr. L/N." "Yo," you did a two-finger salute from Enid's bed, your head in her lap as she dyed the tips of your hair. "I have news, one of the boys has moved out of his dorm as his parents found a suitable house in Jericho, so that means that Mr. L/N here will finally be moving to the boys' dorm. Fun!" Weems said with a smile but Enid stood up causing your head to fall onto the mattress. "What!? B-but he can't- I mean-," Enid stammered but Wednesday spoke I'm her usual monotone and cold tone. "What Enid is trying to say is we don't wish for Y/N's leave. He's been here for six months now. We have grown attached. So much so," Wednesday said as she stood from her desk and walked over to you, who had sat up. She cupped your face, causing you to raise an eyebrow, she then leaned down and kissed you softly. Her hands were cold to the touch. Her lips were soft and plush and tasted like coffee. Wednesday soon pulled away and looked at Weems. "We've started a polygamous relationship," She said as she looked at Enid who was blushing. Enid quickly walked over to you and kissed you as well. She was nervous, unlike Wednesday. Her lips were warm and soft. They also tasted like milk tea. Weems blinked a few times at this action. "W-well... this certainly complicated things..." she said as she looked at you. "I will... talk to your mother... see what she says about this...," She spoke before leaving. You were flustered and confused. The room was silent for a few seconds before Wednesday spoke. "I have him Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We share Sunday." "T-that works..." Enid mumbled. "The fuck just happened?" You ask as Wednesday rolls her eyes. "You just got two girlfriends."

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Hi love can you please write a male Wednesday whos obsessive and like his father towards reader

Not far from the tree

Pairing: Male Wednesday addams x reader.

Wednesday Addams, son of Gomez and Morticia Addams. A man who only felt joy if he ever had such emotion when he tortured the unfortunate souls he deemed worthy and who despised love, had fallen. You weren't Addams material, he observed, his empty, soulless eyes bored into you as you talked to your friends.

He didn't like them, he liked them dead for talking to his love. Elegant and graceful like normal, Wednesday walked up to you, the previous conversation was immediately stopped as your friends noticed him, his mere presence commanding silence. "My love. " he greeted plainly and grabbed your hand, his eyes boring into the leader of your friend group, almost daring them to speak up "I will be taking her. I hope you don't mind." Wednesday didn't give them time to reply as he stalked away, in dragging with you.

"Have I told you that I hate your friends?" He asked, his fingers tapping away on his old typewriter. "Plenty," you giggled, watching him affectionately from his bed. Wednesday was facing away from you, but you could see a hint of pink in his normally deadly pale cheeks. A comfortable silence settled between you two.

Wednesday despised the feeling of excitement or any other strong emotion, but seeing you so enthusiastic about the upcoming prom and all the fun things you could do together, he couldn't help but feel a tiny smile form on his lips. It made him almost happy to see you happy.

For you, Wednesday would do anything, even dressing up In a suit and tie that matched the color of your outfit, for your happiness Wednesday would do anything. He'd walk through hell, purgatory, and heaven just to see a smile on his Mi alma lips.

The plastic cup creaks under Wednesday's grip as he watches you dance with the leader of your little buddies, it was honestly pathetic that your friend called that dancing. Taking one last sip of the bland fruit punch, Wednesday sat his drink on the table and walked to you.

"May I cut in?" he asked, his coal-black eyes piercing into your friend's soul. "Uh, yeah, sure," they replied nervously before quickly making their way off the dance floor.

"You didn't have to scare them, you know," you giggled as you placed your hand on his shoulder and intertwined your fingers with his.

"How can I not?" he hummed, twirling you in a spin before dipping you.

"You're mine."

[ornii]

She Knows

Enid and Wednesday sit in her apartment room, Wednesday Typing on her Typewriter and Enid choosing color palettes.

Enid: Where’s (Y/n)?

Wednesday: Drinking with Xavier and the others.

Enid: Oh, you.. aren’t worried he might.. you know?

Wednesday: Yes, I’m confident he won’t cheat.

Enid: ..You’re sure about that?

Wednesday thinks to a few weeks before, a Drunk (Y/n) stumbles into his apartment, Wednesday steps into the living room as he tries to stand straight.

Wednesday: Finally home? Get to bed, you can’t stand straight.

(Y/n), (Drunkedly): Uhhh… sorry lady I have a girlfriend and I love her.

Wednesday: I’m your girlfriend..

(Y/n): Really? That’s awesome!!!

Wednesday: .. You’re drunk, come to bed and—

(Y/n) slumps on the couch and snores away.

Wednesday comes back to reality and looks at Enid

Wednesday: Trust me… I know he won’t.

[amphibiahawks321]

[Y/N stands up from his seat after talking about the homework with the others, looking backward with a smile while waving at them as he walks away to Wednesday]

[Wednesday's eyes narrowing as she watches with her usual stoic expression]

Wednesday : ....You certainly seem to have a lot of friends these days...

M!Reader : Hm? What do you mean? I was just talking to them about the homework

[Wednesday starts crossing her arms, irritated]

Wednesday : I know how you get when you talk to people... Sighs, Including me...

M!Reader : Chuckles... Of course I do! Sooo what's with the sudden change of tone?

Wednesday : .....

Wednesday : it just felt, weird...

[Y/N pauses for a moment–before making a smug expression, Wednesday noticing this]

Wednesday : Don't...

[Y/N holding both his hips, still maintaining the smug on his face]

Wednesday : You're unbelievable... Just, don’t get too friendly with them...

[6rookie-writer0110]

Waiting for the sky to turn black

Wednesday Addams x Male Reader

Warning: Angst.

Request - Hey can you do Wednesday x Male reader Angst. Where Wednesday was too focused on the Hyde case and she neglected reader and their relationship and said reader was a burden and was too clingy every time he gave her unconditional love. The night she kissed Tyler she told him those things and he saw Wednesday kiss Tyler while Wednesday never even hugged reader? And so at the end she feels really bad because she saw he saw. And so she wanted to talk but he just stays quiet? Please and thank you

You never thought she would be your girlfriend and you always try to be the best boyfriend you can, she is your first love.

You are holding a box with food inside while heading to Wednesday’s room. You knocked on the door and Thing opened the door for you.

“Thanks. Hey, I got food for us. I figured you skipped a meal because of the case you are working on” You said.

You try to give her the food but she doesn't take it.

“I don't have time to waste. I have a case I need to solve” Wednesday said.

“It’s not a waste of time. You need food and energy, I know you didn't eat the whole day. And we haven't spent time together, please eat” You said.

Wednesday is feeling annoyed and bothered, but you don't notice it. She grabbed the box before you would say a word, she said something first.

“Leave you are a distraction,” Wednesday said.

That hurt your feelings and she didn't bother to open the box

“I thought we could eat together,” You said in a low voice

“Just leave, Y/N,” Wednesday said.

You just walk away now you feel bad about yourself. Wednesday throws away the food and gets back to her case. You go to your dorm room and you don't bother to say hi.

“What’s wrong?” Ajax asked.

“Girl problems,” You said

“What did she do this time?” Ajax asked.

“She didn't want to spend time with me and called me a distraction. She is still trying to figure out who is the Hyde. Why she won't let the police figure it out!” You said

“That’s cold. You should hang out with me and Enid, we are going to meet up with the others” Ajax said.

“I don't know,” You said.

“Come on, it will be fun,” Ajax said

“Alright let's go,” You said.

You go with the others to town. Your roommate is trying to cheer you up. You have been dating Wednesday for a few months now, you are still trying to understand her and the relationship. It's hard because she doesn't show emotions but she is honest. Ajax has been your roommate since the day when you arrived at Nevermore Academy.

———

Principal Weems is giving a speech at the school auditorium. She is talking about the new rules and not many students are happy with the new rules. You are sitting next to your girlfriend and her hands are on her lap. Wednesday see your hand moving slowly to hold her hand, but she moved her hand away. She didn't consider your feelings and that hurt your feelings but you don't say anything. You just look down at the floor while she looks at Principal Weems.

When it was over, you walked away from your girlfriend. You didn't say a word and she didn't say anything to you either. She went to the bee club out in the woods and you went to hang out with some friends for a while.

✫ ✬ ✯ ✬

Principal Weems to the students to the carnival. Again, you tried to hold your girlfriend’s hand but she rejected you. Ajax and Enid are standing next to you and Wednesday.

“I got cotton candy for you,” You said.

But she doesn't take it.

“This is pointless,” Wednesday said.

“Take a break from the case and enjoy the moment,” You said.

You were going to kiss her cheek but she moved away, and now you feel embarrassed.

“How about we go play some games?” Enid suggested

“Sure,” You said sadly.

You and the others went to play darts. Ajax goes first and you were going to put your arm around your girlfriend, but she moved away.

“Where are you going?” You asked

She walks away.

“Heading back to the dorm this is pointless,” Wednesday said.

“I thought we were having a good time,” You said.

“This isn't a good time and this is a waste of time,” Wednesday said.

Ajax and Enid are starting to feel awkward. You go after your girlfriend but she doesn't stop.

“I’m going alone, Y/N,” Wednesday said.

“We haven't spent time together in a long time,” You said.

She didn't say anything and she kept walking. You sighed and you started to feel sad and hurt. You used your ability of teleportation to be in your dorm room. All night, Wednesday works on the case. She knows she is close but she is missing something that she is trying to figure out.

————

You were waiting for Wednesday in her dorm room with Enid. She thought it was cute that you brought a gift for your girlfriend’s birthday. But Wednesday has been out all day and you didn't see her on time. Ajax came to the dorm room to Enid then he told you that he saw Wednesday at the coffee shop. You leave the gift on the desk by the typewriter then you use teleportation to head to the coffee shop.

“What she is doing in there at this time?” you said to yourself

You are getting closer than you see Wednesday with Tyler. When you opened the door, you saw them kiss and she didn't stop him. It felt like your heart stopped then he noticed you then she noticed you.

“Wednesday,” You said.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” Wednesday asked

“Are you serious? You didn't push him away, you won't even hold my hand or kiss me on the cheek but with him!” You yelled

“You are so clingy. You are a burden. When I'm around I feel suffocated, you are a distraction that's why i wasn't able to finish the case. When I'm around you i feel there is a noose on my neck, Y/N” Wednesday said

She can see the hurt on your face and she is starting to feel bad about what she said.

“Y/N…” Wednesday said

You don't say anything. Knowing what your girlfriend said to you broke you into pieces. You avoid her look and you don't hear what she is saying. You used your ability and went to your dorm room and Wednesday is stunned at what just happened.

You scared your roommate because you came out of nowhere. But he can sense something is wrong.

“What’s wrong?” Ajax asked

“Wednesday cheated on me with the dumb guy from the coffee shop. Then told me that I was a burden” You said.

You are trying hard to hold back your tears, you don't like crying in front of people. He sits next to you on your bed and he puts his hand on your shoulder. You look away but he can hear you sniffle.

“She doesn't deserve you. I’m going to be with Enid for a while” Ajax said

“Thanks,” You said.

He stood up and walked towards the door, he heard you cry but he left the room. You keep crying and you wipe your tears away with your long sleeve. Ajax told Enid what happened and they feel bad for you. You lie in your bed and cry for a bit more than you sigh.

Ajax is in Enid’s room and Wednesday walks in. She noticed a box on the desk and she opened it and there was a note inside…

Happy death, Wednesday. I care about you and I hope you will like the gift. I know you don't like roses but hope this is an expectation.

Y/N

She opens the box and she is speechless. It's her birthday and everyone knows she hates parties.

“What is inside the box?” Enid asked.

“A black rose,” Wednesday said.

“You don't deserve it since what you did to him,” Ajax said.

“You shouldn’t worry what doesn't concern you,” Wednesday said

“He is my friend and you broke him. You were his first love instead of telling him the truth, you cheated on him! I don't get what he saw in you but you better stay away from him” Ajax shouted

“I don't take orders from a child,” Wednesday said.

“Please don't fight,” Enid said.

“I'm leaving and stay away from him,” Ajax said.

He left their dorm room and Enid started to ask questions.

✫ ✬ ✯ ✬

Wednesday has tried to speak with you but you don't say a word to her. She regrets what she did and said to you.

“Y/N, can we talk in private after class?” Wednesday asked

You and Wednesday have the same class, you always sit next to her. You stand up and everyone is looking at you.

“Ms. Thornhill, can I switch seats permanently,” You said.

Everyone is in shock and Wednesday can feel everyone is staring at you and her.

“Of course, maybe someone can switch with Y/N?” Ms. Thornhill said

“I will switch seats with him,” Xavier said.

“Okay, you and Y/N can switch seats,” Ms. Thornhill said.

You grabbed your backpack and switched seats with him. You don't say anything to her or Xavier, now you are sitting in the front of the class next to a new person. You don't want to be friends with Wednesday, you just want to move on and forget about her and the relationship. But Wednesday wants to make right but she won't give up for now.

After class, you waited for everyone to leave. You start to put your books away then she stands in front of you.

“Y/N… I want to apologize for hurting you. I didn't mean what I said. It was wrong for me to kiss him” Wednesday said.

You didn't say anything or even look at her. You just walked away and she looked down and you continued to walk. She knows you won't forgive her easily but she won't give up.

Later that night, Wednesday went to her dorm room. She starts to type a letter to apologize to you, but she struggles to write how feels about you but she does it. She starts to write two pages at the end of the letter she stared at it for a while. Then she looked at the time, at six pm you would come in with food because she didn't eat. You used to bring her food and snacks but she would be so busy again that she wouldn't eat right away.

———

Wednesday made thing give you the letter in the hallway. She watches you read it from afar but you don't show emotion. You start to remember how she made you feel, then you remember her kissing Tyler when she wouldn't kiss you on the cheek. Just remembering that made your chest ache. Then Ajax asked what are you reading but you told him nothing. Then she saw you rip the letter and throw it away, she felt her heart ache then you walked away with your friend.

[geotjwrs]

Hey, love your writing! Request for Jenna x male reader where the reader is an actor on Wednesday and Jenna gets him to her trailer to fuck. Inspired by this gif.

trailer (18+)

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; smut, jenna dom?

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the Wednesday set. The crew was wrapping up for the day, and the familiar sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. Among the bustling activity, two famous faces caught each other's eye—Y/N, the handsome actor who had everyone's attention, and Jenna, the stunning actress with an alluring charm.

Jenna had been eyeing Y/N since their first day on set, and it was clear that the feeling was mutual. With the day's work finally coming to an end, Jenna knew it was time to make her move. She grabbed her purse and made her way toward Y/N, her eyes locked on his as she approached.

"Y/N," Jenna purred with a playful grin. "It seems we've been dancing around each other all day. I think it's time we took a break and got to know each other better."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't help but smile in return. "I'd love to," he said, his voice deep and inviting. "But we should probably wait until we're not surrounded by people."

Jenna's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, I don't know about that. I think we can find a way to make it interesting." She took his hand and led him toward her trailer, her fingers intertwined with his. "Come on, let's see if we can't make this a little more exciting than just another boring conversation."

Y/N couldn't help but feel the heat rising in his body as he followed Jenna to her trailer. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he was more than eager to find out. As they entered the small space, Jenna closed the door behind them and turned to face Y/N, her eyes locked on his.

"Now, let's start with the basics. Tell me, Y/N, what do you like in a woman?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. "Well, I love a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it."

Jenna's lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, I think I can relate to that," she said, her voice low and sultry. "So, tell me, Y/N, do you think I know what I want?"

Y/N's heart raced as he looked into Jenna's eyes. "I think you're pretty clear about what you want," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jenna stepped closer to Y/N, her body mere inches from his. "And what do you think I want right now, Y/N?"

Y/N swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "I think you want me," he said, his voice barely audible.

Jenna's eyes flashed with desire as she reached up and ran her fingers through Y/N's hair. "That's right, Y/N," she purred, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want you, and I'm going to have you."

With that, Jenna pressed her body against Y/N's, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Y/N's hands roamed Jenna's body, exploring every curve and softness. As their tongues danced together, Jenna could feel Y/N's growing arousal, and she knew it was time to take things to the next level.

Jenna broke the kiss and began to unbutton Y/N's shirt, her fingers deftly undoing each button. As she revealed his muscular chest, Jenna leaned in and planted soft kisses along his collarbone, her lips leaving a trail of desire in their wake.

Y/N groaned softly as Jenna continued to tease him, her hands now moving to his pants. She unfastened his belt and slid his pants down, her fingers lingering on the growing bulge in his boxers. Y/N could feel the heat rising in his body, and he knew he was powerless to resist Jenna's advances.

As Jenna pulled Y/N's boxers down, his cock sprang free, standing at attention. Jenna's eyes widened in appreciation as she took in the sight of Y/N's impressive member. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her grip firm and sure.

"I can see you're more than ready for me," Jenna whispered, her eyes never leaving Y/N's. "But I think it's time we took things to the next level."

Y/N's breath caught in his throat as Jenna slowly sank to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, her eyes full of desire, and then took him into her mouth. Y/N groaned loudly as Jenna began to suck him, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as she pleasured him.

Jenna's head bobbed up and down, her hands gripping Y/N's hips for support. Y/N could feel the pressure building, his body tensing as Jenna worked her magic. He knew he was close, but he wanted to hold off as long as possible, wanting to savor every moment of this incredible experience.

As Jenna continued to suck him, Y/N reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, gently guiding her as he thrust his hips forward. Jenna moaned softly, her own arousal growing as she pleasured Y/N.

"God, Jenna, you're incredible," Y/N groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I'm not sure how much more of this I can take."

Jenna pulled back for a moment, her lips glistening with Y/N's pre-cum. "Don't worry, Y/N," she said with a devilish grin. "I'm just getting started."

With that, Jenna stood up and began to strip off her own clothes, revealing her flawless body inch by inch. Y/N's eyes widened in appreciation as he took in the sight of Jenna's naked form, his cock growing even harder at the sight.

Jenna pushed Y/N back onto the small bed in her trailer, her eyes locked on his as she climbed on top of him. Y/N reached up and cupped Jenna's breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples as she positioned herself above him.

As Jenna lowered herself onto Y/N's cock, both of them groaned in pleasure. Jenna began to ride him, her hips moving in slow, sensual circles. Y/N's hands explored Jenna's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and ass as she rode him.

Jenna leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Y/N's chest as she moved. Y/N took the opportunity to kiss her deeply, their tongues entwining as they lost themselves in the moment. As their passion grew, Jenna began to ride Y/N harder, her moans becoming more and more intense.

"Yes, Y/N, just like that," Jenna panted, her body trembling with desire. "Fuck me harder, I need to feel you deep inside me."

Y/N groaned in response, his hips thrusting upward as he slammed into Jenna. Jenna's moans grew louder, her body shaking with pleasure as Y/N pounded into her.

As their passion reached its peak, Y/N could feel the pressure building, his body tensing as he neared the edge. Jenna sensed it too, her own orgasm building as she rode Y/N with wild abandon.

"I'm close, Jenna," Y/N gasped, his voice barely audible. "I'm going to cum soon."

Jenna's eyes flashed with desire as she looked down at Y/N. "Cum for me, Y/N," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

With that, Y/N's body tensed as he reached the point of no return. He thrust his hips upward one last time, burying himself deep inside Jenna as he cried out in pleasure. Jenna's own orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body trembling with pleasure as she came hard around Y/N's cock.

As their bodies slowly came down from the high of their passionate encounter, Y/N and Jenna lay together, their hearts pounding in unison.

[teaaagan]

Evil

Y/N: I have found a foolproof method to determine if someone is truly evil.

Wednesday: And that is?

Y/N: If they dislike Enid, they are evil.

Wednesday, nodding in agreement: Yeah, ok, that’s pretty sound logic.

[livingdreams97]

Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 4)

Wednesday Addams x Male reader/oc

Summary: The new girl at Nevermore Academy is forced to live with a person who is the complete opposite of herself. But what will happen when the brother of said roommate has a personality similar to Wednesday's?

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POV You

I walk through the school hallways, listening to everyone talking about the dance and what they're going to wear. I can't help but feel a little envious, since everyone has a partner in some way or another, and I'm completely alone.

Which makes me rethink my presence at the dance, since I don't want to go alone and have to watch all the couples having a good time.

My biggest reason for not wanting to go to the dance is the presence of the goth girl and her partner together. As much as Xabier was my first friend, I have to admit that we haven't seen eye to eye on many things lately.

Eugene: Y/n! - I hear them calling me, so I stop walking and turn around, seeing the boss of the bees running towards me .

When he reaches me, he rests his hands on his knees and begins to breathe unevenly. I frown a little worriedly, seeing that a couple of minutes have passed and he's still just as choked up.

Y/n: Are you okay?- I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder. -Do you need me to take you to the infirmary or something?- I asked, receiving a negative response.

Eugene: Just .. one more minute .- he asks me showing me his index finger.

Y/n: All the time you need.- I assure him, amused by his attitude.

Little by little he regains his breath, standing up straight and looking at me with a rather strange smile.

Eugene: I wanted to ask you if by any chance, you know if anyone has invited Enid to the dance or not? - he asks me with obvious interest.

Y/n: I don't know if anyone invited her or not.- I shake my head, somewhat amused at seeing her eyes wide open. -But I can assure you that she most likely already has a date for the dance.- I admit with a small grimace at the disappointment on his face.

Eugene: Oh, too bad.- he says, clearly upset. -I just wanted to be sure, but at least I have Wednesday to keep me company and take us on an adventure into the woods.- he tells me excitedly and I look at him in confusion.

Y/n: Wednesday?- I ask to make sure I didn't hear him wrong.

Eugene: Yeah. - He nods with a smile. - Since neither of us had a partner, we talked and agreed to use the distraction of the dance to escape to the woods. - He tells me in a whisper so no one else could hear.

Y/n: Eugene, I don't know how to tell you this... - I try to find a delicate way to tell him the truth, but I can't find the way. - But Wednesday has a date with Xabier and she'll go to the dance with him.-- I inform him, somewhat hurt by the words coming out of my mouth.

Eugene: But that's not possible.- he immediately shakes his head. -We talked about it this morning, and she herself proposed the plan.- he says with a voice filled with sadness.

Y/n: I spoke with her yesterday afternoon about the dance. She told me she was going to the Raven and as far as I know, her plan is still on. - I confirm in more detail. - Maybe you misunderstood her and she meant another day?- I try to be logical, but I also find myself somewhat confused.

Just yesterday I spoke to Wednesday, and she told me she was going to the dance. That same night, Enid texted me saying she felt sorry for me and that she'd found out Xabier would be her date for the dance, not me.

So if Wednesday didn't end up going to the dance, I'm sure my sister would have found out by now and told me right away. But that wasn't the case, so I understand that her plan to go to the dance with my friend is still on and that Eugene may have misunderstood her.

Eugene: But, but .. - he tries to say something but is unable to finish the sentence.

Y/n: Sorry, Eugene.- I apologize with a grimace, feeling guilty and a little sad for being the one who tells him that I won't go to the forest with his clubmate.

Eugene: Then I'll go alone.- he tells me firmly and I open my eyes worried for him.

Y/n: Are you crazy?- I asked, shaking my head. -You can't go into the woods alone at night, much less when a monster is on the loose.- I assured him, worried that something would happen.

Eugene: I'm going to the monster's cave with or without Wednesday.- he assures me with a somewhat worrying conviction.

Y/n: You're not going to go into the forest alone to look for something related to the monster.- I deny, looking at the curly-haired boy as if he had two heads.

Eugene: I'm going to go, no matter what you say.- he says to end our conversation and taking three steps away from me .

Y/n: Wait!- I shout, mentally scolding myself for the stupidity that's about to come out of my mouth.  -I'll go with you.- I say quickly, not wanting him to go into the forest alone.

Eugene: Really?- he asks me with an excited gesture.

Y/n: Yeah.- I nod with a sigh. - Anyway, I don't have a date for the Raven and I was considering not going.- I explain with a grimace on my lips.

Eugene: That's great. - He jumps up and down in excitement and I glare at him. - I mean, not that you don't have a partner, you know, that ... that 's not... - he tries to explain nervously.

Y/n: Calm down.- I ask him in a serious tone and he immediately shuts up. -What time are we going to the forest? - I ask him tiredly, wanting to go to my room and lie down in bed until next year.

Eugene: 7 at the entrance?- he asks thoughtfully. -It's the perfect time, since almost everyone will already be at the Raven and the few missing ones will be arriving. That will give us the perfect opportunity to escape unseen.- he explains with conviction.

Y/n: It's awesome for me.- I nod and start taking a few steps back. -See you later then.- I say, ending our conversation and turning around, heading towards my bedroom.

Eugene: Come here dressed in black!- he exclaims when I'm already a little far away and give him a thumbs-up over my shoulder.

I walk toward my bedroom, my mind racing, thinking about what I'm going to do tonight and what the Raven entails. But mostly, the fact that Wednesday is going to the dance with Xabier.

I mean, I didn't even know she tolerated him enough to consider him a friend, let alone ask him to go to the dance.

The only time Wednesday ever spoke about Xabier was when she showed me the drawings he'd made and about the possibility that he knew something about the monster. I've also only seen them together once, and that was when they completely ignored my existence after discovering the monster was human.

So I'm not able to understand why out of all the students at Nevermore , she chose Xavier as her date for the dance.

And I can understand even less the moment when she was the one who asked him to go to the dance, not the other way around.

But my biggest doubt in this whole situation is the thought that someone like Wednesday, who sees any kind of social event as unnecessary, irrelevant, absurd, pointless, and a waste of time, decides that the Raven is worth it and decides to invite someone to be her date?

Besides, it's not just me saying this or believing that 's how she sees it. It's just that from the moment she learned of the Raven 's existence, she's been very vocal about the absurdity of social events and her opposition to them.

So I don't fully understand what could have changed in just a few days, so that her vision and opinion on something as simple as a dance could change.

And why do I care so much? Why am I giving so much thought and importance to something that's not in my hands? Why?

Wednesday POV

Since Xabier has discovered that I suspect him and that the only reason I asked him to go to the dance with me was so he wouldn't catch me, I don't need to go to the dance anymore.

Which is perfect, since I won't have to endure the other students, the blinding lights, the horrible conventional noise they call music, and pretending to be interested in my dance partner when said interest is practically nonexistent.

Or at least, there's no romantic or friendly interest. The only interest I have in him is my mind's interest in knowing his relationship with the monster and the fact that his shed is full of drawings of it.

Although I've redirected the focus of my investigation, given the events and the fact that I won't be attending the dance with Xabier anymore. My absence from said event allows me to do something more productive, and that will be returning to the monster's cave in search of more clues with Eugene.

So I prepare for the night, putting on my normal clothing for nighttime expeditions and efficiently tying the laces of my black boots.

I sling my black bag over my shoulder, starting to pack everything I'll need for tonight. From my knives, my flashlight, evidence bags, a stun gun, a small camera to record the evidence, and so on.

I hear a knock on the door, so I finish putting the last items in the bag and closing my desk drawer.

Wednesday: I'm coming, Eugene!- I shout so he can hear me from the other side of the door, walking toward it. -Hey! Did you happen to bring extra batteries for the flah...?- I leave the question hanging as I open the door and see someone I wasn't expecting on the other side. -Tyler.- I greet, hiding my confusion at his presence.

Tyler: I got .. your ... invitation.- he says, holding a piece of paper. -I found it in the tip jar.- he explains, and I try to think of something quickly.

Wednesday: You got me.- I say keeping a straight face.

Tyler: After our last conversation, I wondered if I would ever talk to you again, but your note was so heartfelt .. and pretty.- he says with a crooked smile. -I was completely caught off guard.- he admits with some glee.

Wednesday: Me too - I admit with complete sincerity, since I haven't written anything to him.

Tyler: Now that I'm here, I'm glad I came. - He smiles even wider, and I can't think of anything else to say. - Do you need a few minutes or... ?- he asks, looking at me, but I don't let him finish and I close the door in his face.

I immediately look to my left, seeing Thing on the railing at the foot of my bed and walking towards him with quick steps.

Wednesday: Heartfelt and pretty?- I hiss at the hand. -How could you do this to me?- I ask, looking inside my closet for my dress.

A few clicks catch my attention and I look over at Thing, who is pointing at the black dress I saw at Uriah's. Heap. I quickly approach the bed and grab the dress with my hands.

Wednesday: How did you pay for it?- I ask Thing, receiving an obvious answer from him. -The five finger discount, right?- I ask, looking at the dress. -Thing, don't look.- I say seriously.

I walk into my closet, quickly changing out of my clothes to investigate the dress. Once I'm wearing it, I choose shoes appropriate for the occasion and put my braids up.

Once ready for the dance, I leave my room and walk with determined steps to the entrance of the dance, where my surprise and unexpected date is waiting for me.

Tyler: Wow ! You're ... - he exclaims in surprise, with something else in his tone of voice that I can't make out.

Wednesday: Unrecognizable? Ridiculous? A classic example of the objectification of women for the male gaze?- I ask with complete sincerity and without a hint of humor.

Tyler: Amazing.- he assures me without taking the smile off his face. -Seriously, Wednesday, you look beautiful.- he admits, staring me straight in the eyes.

I remain silent before looking down and finding him holding a plastic-looking box in his hands. But before he can say anything, a presence interrupts us.

Wednesday: Eugene? - I ask as I see him approaching us.

Eugene: Wednesday, what 's going on?- he asks, looking from the boy next to me to me . -What's up with watching the cave?- he asks in confusion, receiving no answer from my part. -Okay, I get it. Y/n was right, and I'm going with him to the forest.- he comments, and I look at him somewhat alert.

Wednesday: You can't go alone.- I immediately deny, sternly nodding, turning my attention to my roommate's brother, who is standing a few feet away. -It's very dangerous. Don't go.- I order them both, but my gaze remains fixed on the werewolf.

I see his eyes flash with annoyance as they dart between my companion and my formal attire. I can hear the annoyed snort he lets out at my command.

Wednesday: We'll go tomorrow night, understood?- I order them both, turning my gaze to the younger of the two and he nods in response.

I glance briefly at the light-eyed blonde, watching as he shakes his head and starts walking away. Clenching my jaw, I turn around and walk toward the dance entrance without looking back.

Tyler: Watching a cave? - he asks, standing next to me curiously.

I don't answer him, seeing that my research is already known by enough people and I don't need anyone else to know anything.

Mrs.Thornhill: Wednesday Addams!- she exclaims in surprise as she approaches us. -What a pleasant surprise!- she says with a big smile on her face.

Wednesday: Miss Thornhill.- I nod. -This is Tyler...- I begin to introduce my companion, but she quickly interrupts me.

Mrs.Thornhill: Galpin.- Finishes it for me .

Tyler: Oh, yeah. One double, no foam, and two shots of sugar free vanilla.- he recites with a strange expression on his face and I silently observe the interaction.

Mrs.Thornhill: It's a small town.- she says looking at me . -It's hard to keep secrets.- she says with a certain amount of humor, but I don't find it funny.

Wednesday: I'm going to get something to drink.- I said to my companion, moving away from him without giving him a chance to answer.

I walk toward the drinks table with the same confidence as always, feeling the eyes on me with every step I take. As soon as I reach the drinks table, my roommate appears at my side.

Enid: Oh my goodness!- she exclaims with overwhelming emotion. -I love your dress!- she compliments me, vibrating with excitement. -Although your choice of date is interesting. I'm sure you'd look much better with my brother, but oh well.- she comments with a grimace, looking at my companion.

Wednesday: I could say the same thing.- I assure her seriously, looking at the guy she brought as her partner and with whom I've had two run-ins.

Enid: It's not what it seems. - she denies immediately.

Wednesday: Good, because that pilgrim already has two strikes in my book.- I remind her, turning my gaze towards her.

Enid: Lucas is trying to make his ex jealous, and I Ajax. We both win.- she assures me with a smile.

Lucas: Wednesday, I come in peace. - he comments amusedly with his hands in the air and approaching us.

Wednesday: Too bad. I have a medieval-style mace in my pocket.- I commented, watching the smile disappear from his face and his arms lower with some uncertainty.

The conversation ends with my comment, causing both my friend and her companion to go elsewhere.

I take a deep breath, pouring myself a glass of punch and mentally preparing myself for the long night ahead.

POV Your

Both Eugene and I ignore what Wednesday says and decide to continue with the original plan we had. Especially Eugene, who at the moment he confirmed that what I told him was true and that Wednesday was going to the dance, his conviction to continue with the plan has been even stronger.

Eugene: You were right.- he sighs with some sadness and disappointment, while walking to my left through the forest.

Y/n: Yeah, well, I thought she was going with Xabier. Not that weirdo, Galpin. - I comment with a tense jaw, trying to erase from my mind the image of Wednesday and Tyler when we interrupted them.

And he may be right, and Wednesday looks incredible in that dress, because that's something even a blind man can't deny. But anything coming from him can't be good.

Although what I can't understand is at what point she went from going to the dance with one of my friends, to going with the weird and unreliable Tyler Galpin.

But what I do understand is that anyone is better to go to the dance with; than me and that's something Wednesday has made very clear.

Because yes, maybe I've somehow realized that I kind of like Wednesday, and that my sister is right about the looks. I'm going to deny the flirting thing at all times, because I've never flirted with her, or at least I haven't wanted to.

The other part is that while I do like her, it's clear that she doesn't like me at all, and tonight that's more than proven right.

Eugene: At least we're on this adventure together.- he says with a smile, and I raise an eyebrow at him. -You know, the hive must stick together.- he reminds me, and that makes me laugh.

Y/n: I stopped being in the bee club a long time ago, you remember that right? - I ask amused turning my gaze forward.

Eugene: Of course I remember, silly.- He punches me lightly on the arm, amused. -But once a bee, always a bee and part of the hive.- he assures me with a huge grin.

Y/n: Never change, Ottinger.- I deny letting out a small laugh.

The rest of the journey passed in a calm and comfortable silence, taking into account the situation and the place we were in.

Every now and then we hear or see an insect along the path, causing the boy next to me to start telling me interesting facts about the bug and break the silence from time to time.

Eugene: It's here.- he whispers, turning off the flashlight and standing behind a tree.

Y/n: And what do we have to do?- I ask in a whisper, squatting down next to him and looking at the cave entrance in front of us.

Eugene: Observe and document anything we see around the cave.- he answers, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a voice recorder.

Y/n: What do you need that for? - I asked curiously about the object in his hand.

Eugene: For documentation, silence now.- he asks, clearing his throat. -Eugene Ottinger, it's 9:00 p.m. No movement in the cave or surrounding area. No sign of the target.- he begins into the recorder. -Although... I just heard a rather peculiar cicada.- he says, and I give him a dirty look for his last comment.

Y/n: Are you serious, Ottinger?- I ask him, referring to the unnecessary information. -Forget about the cicada and focus on the monster, that's why we came here.- I reprimand him, hitting him on the back of the head.

Eugene: Ouch!- he complains, rubbing the back of his neck. -You can't blame a bug geek for his interests.- he says with a slight pout.

Y/n: Yes I can, if said interest distracts you from our objective.- I assure him without removing the serious expression from my face.

Eugene: I can do two things at once!- he exclaims, sounding somewhat offended, as he sets the recorder aside and pulls a clear container out of his backpack.

Y/n: Now what the hell are you going to do with that? - I ask him, tired of this whole situation.

Eugene: Catch the cicada, what do you think? - he asks me as if I were stupid, getting up and heading towards where the noise of the damn bug is coming from.

I just let out a long sigh, letting myself fall back and sitting on the ground with my back against the tree trunk.

I watch as the insect "expert" tries to catch the bug that has caught his attention, while the rest of the forest remains completely silent.

I close my eyes to relax a little and sharpen my hearing more, so I can be more attentive to any noise in the forest around us.

I don't know how much time has passed since we arrived at the cave, but I'm hungry and sleepy. Besides, the fact that Eugene managed to catch the damn thing and has been talking about its characteristics for over twenty minutes doesn't help the time pass any faster.

But a noise in the distance alerts me, so I sit up a little and look around. I begin to make out the sound of a car engine and can see how, little by little, the other side of the cave begins to light up.

Y/n: Hide.- I quickly say to the curly-haired one, placing myself in the tree next to him and hiding behind it.

We are immediately blinded by the headlights of a car for a few seconds, as the car has stopped to the right of the cave and the light from its headlights hits us directly.

Eugene: Eugene Ottinger, it's 10:42 p.m. A suspect just drove up to the location.- he whispers into the recorder.

We see someone get out of the car and, somewhat clumsily, climb up the side of the cave until they stand at its opening. I hear the sound of a lighter and suddenly, the suspect sets fire to something and throws it into the cave.

Eugene: Oh my god!- he exclaims loudly, causing the suspect to point his flashlight at us and notice our presence before running away.

Y/n: Run, Eugene run! - I shout urgently, grabbing his arm and pulling him just as the cave explodes.

We both started running, trying to get away from the cave as quickly as possible. I somehow tried to pull him along to make him go faster so I could put more distance between us and the cave.

Eugene: Wait, wait.- he begs me, his breath coming in short bursts. -I need to breathe.- he says between gasps of air.

I look back, seeing that no one is chasing us, and decide to give him a couple of minutes to catch his breath. As soon as we stop running, he approaches a tree and leans his backpack against it to stay upright.

Y/n: Leave the backpack.- I tell her, observing the large bulge between his back and the tree.

Eugene: What? No.- He immediately denies it, breathing rapidly.

Y/n: It's the best option. It's obviously too heavy for you, and that 's holding us up. - I explain, pointing to the yellow backpack on his back. - Leave it here, and tomorrow, when daylight comes, we 'll come get it. - I assure sincerely.

Eugene: I'm not leaving the cicada here, it's a rare specimen ... - he begins but I quickly silence him with my hand.

Y/n: Shhh. - I whisper, holding my hand over his mouth.

I close my eyes so I can hear better and try to distinguish the noise I heard a second ago.

I hear heavy, slightly accelerated breathing, as well as footsteps. Although it sounds more like a four-legged animal trotting. But there's something unfamiliar about the breathing; it's not animal-like... it's somewhat muffled and contains deep grunts, as if coming from a mouth more human than animal.

Y/n: Fuck!- I exclaim silently when I realize what it is as a distinctive scent hits me. -Run.- I say, grabbing Eugene by the arm and pulling him away from the tree.

Eugene: What? What's going on?- he asks scared and with his eyes wide open.

Y/n: Run, don't look back at any time.- I tell her looking towards where the distant noise is coming from. -Run until you get to the school and look for Principal Weems.- I order, giving him a push in the opposite direction from which the monster is coming.

Eugene: But what about you... - he starts but I interrupt him with another push.

Y/n: Run!- I shout and I head to the other side.

I don't look back to make sure he's running away, because I can hear his quickened footsteps moving away and at the same time the monster's footsteps getting closer.

As I run toward the monster, I stop for a few seconds and quickly take off my sweatshirt, T-shirt, sneakers, and pants. I don't want to ruin all my clothes and then have to run back to school naked.

I can feel the monster very close, so I quickly focus on the transformation and how my bones change to take on my wolf form.

I barely have two seconds to position myself before the monster appears before my eyes and slams me hard with its body.

I feel a sharp pain in my side as my back hits a tree trunk and I'm barely able to avoid the next swipe of his claws against my body.

As quickly as possible, I get on my hind legs and throw myself at him with all the strength I have, managing to knock him down.

While it's on the ground, I launch myself at one of its legs and bite it savagely, pulling it toward me and shaking my head. The monster shrieks in pain as it tries to push me away with its claws, but I dodge its claws by changing the angle of my bite.

Wednesday: Eugene! Y/n! - I heard in the distance, causing my attention to divert from the claws for a few seconds.

A howl of pain escapes from the back of my throat as a sharp pain spreads across my back and spine. I return my attention to the grayish monster, but I'm barely able to see its next blow as I find myself flying through the air, and then everything goes black.

Wednesday POV

I run through the trees of the forest, trying to find Eugene and Y/n to prevent what I just saw in my vision from becoming reality.

In my vision, both Eugene and a Y/n transformed into a wolf are covered in blood and killed by the monster in the forest.

So, for that very reason, I find myself in this situation. Running through the woods covered in red paint, shouting the two boys names and trying to find them at all costs, feeling a strange tightness in my black heart.

Wednesday: Eugene!- I shout, jumping over a log. -Y/n!- I shout again, even louder, still running. -Eugene! Y/n!- I shout urgently.

I stop dead in my tracks when I hear a pained howl in the distance, and my breath catches in the back of my throat. I swallow heavily, trying to figure out where that howl came from so I can run in that direction.

But I don't hear any other howls, so I start walking again and scream at the top of my lungs.

Wednesday: Eugene! Y/n!- I shout and this time I get a response.

Eugene: Wednesday?- I hear his shout from not far away. -Wednesday! I'm here!- I hear it again and start running in the direction I think he's at.

As I run, looking around, I hear a familiar scream, and it makes my heart race with adrenaline.

Wednesday: Eugene? - I call with some hesitation, stopping my run and looking around.

That's when I see a lump on the ground a few feet away. I trot over to the lump, seeing that it's Eugene, covered in blood, and I look at him with some concern for his unconscious state.

I look around for the werewolf, but I don't see him anywhere and that scares me, even though I'll never admit it out loud.

Wednesday: Eugene? Eugene, where is Y/n?- I ask, shaking his shoulder a little, but I don't get any response and I still feel the strange tightness inside me.

Mrs.Thornhill: Oh, my God!- she exclaims, coming up behind me and causing me to look at her. -Is he alive?- she asks, her tone of voice hinting with fear and concern.

Wednesday: He has a pulse.- I assure her after placing two fingers on his carotid artery and feeling the faint beat of the heart. -You stay here until help arrives.- I order my teacher, getting up from the ground and taking two steps toward the woods.

Mrs.Thornhill: Where are you going? - she asks me in a certain tone that I can't decipher.

Wednesday: Eugene came to the forest with Y/n.- I answer simply, before turning around and looking at the ground for clues.

Mrs.Thornhill: You can't go alone, what if the monster comes back? - she asks with some panic.

Wednesday: If the monster comes back, they'll be making the biggest mistake of their life. - I answer simply, finding the monster's footprints and starting to quickly follow them, ignoring my teacher's calls.

I walk lightly, trying not to make any noise and moving quickly. I follow the monster's distinctive footsteps toward Eugene, hoping to find Y/n along the way and still alive.

In the distance, I see a small bundle on the ground, so I run toward it. When I get close, I see it's clothing. I grab one of the items from the pile, which turns out to be a dark grey hoodie, and when I hold it up to my face, a peculiar smell reaches my nose.

The distinctive scent of pine, pear, and something citrusy immediately invades my nostrils. I look around, knowing that if Y/n's clothes are here, it means he's transformed and can't be far away from them.

I leave the sweatshirt next to the rest of the clothes, moving quickly and nimbly around the area in search of the black wolf with light eyes.

A couple of minutes after finding the clothes, I spot Y/n's naked, bloody body lying on the ground at the foot of a tree.

I quickly run towards him, dropping to my knees and turning him over onto his back on the ground.

I place my fingers on his neck, trying to find a pulse, even if it's faint, and let out a breath of relieve when I feel his vein throb strongly beneath my fingers. As soon as I feel his pulse, my heart begins to beat as slow as ever, and my lungs allow me to breathe in more oxygen with each breath, for some strange reason.

Wednesday: Y/n, wake up Y/n!- I say hitting his cheek with some force, but without overdoing it. - Come on Y/n, wake up.- I growl annoyed hitting his cheek harder and receiving a small grunt in response. -That's it, come on wake up you idiot.- I order in an authoritative voice, hitting his cheek again with a little more force.

Y/n: That hurt.- he complains in a thick voice, moving his face away from my hands and trying to sit up.

Wednesday: You deserve it for being such an idiot.- I growled, placing my hands under his armpits and helping him sit on the ground. -Who the hell comes to the forest without me?- I scolded, helping him so his back is resting against the tree.

Y/n: You can lecture me later.- he growls, placing one of her hands on his side. -I'm hungry, sleepy, and need a shower.- she complains, throwing his head back.

Wednesday: And clothes.- I remind him, keeping my gaze on his face and torso the whole time.

Y/n: Stop staring at my member, you pervert!- he exclaims with a weak laugh and I clench my jaw, looking at him with my eyes half closed.

Wednesday: I'm not looking at you at all!- I exclaim, annoyed, feeling an unusual and unfamiliar heat in my cheeks. -The only interesting thing about your body right now is your blood.- I assure him through gritted teeth, standing up and walking over to where his clothes are.

Y/n: You don't even believe that yourself, Addams! - he exclaims loudly so I can hear him.

Wednesday: Idiot.- I mutter under my breath, bending down to pick up his clothes and go back to where he is.

Once at his side, I give him the clothes and turn around so he can get dressed. I can hear some grunts of pain and the rustling of clothes while he dresses.

Once he's dressed, I help him with his shoes and with some effort, we get him to stand. I put one of his arms around my shoulders, while I place one of my arms around his waist, and we start walking toward where I left Eugene with Professor Thornhill.

As we walk, thanks to the proximity between our bodies, I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. I can feel his heat invade my cold body and envelop me completely with each step we take.

Y/n: Have you found Eugene? - he asks me through gritted teeth, letting out a grunt of pain when he trips over a rock.

Wednesday: He's alive, but he's not well.- I admit with some concern for the bee fanatic.

Y/n: I've tried, you know? - he asks me with some difficulty, I suppose because of the pain in his body. - I tried to stall the monster as long as possible so that he could escape. But I heard you and by the time I realized, everything was black. - he admits with some guilt in his voice and my heart starts beating faster again for the used words.

Wednesday: You're both alive, and that's what matters.- I assure him in a whisper, feeling the unfamiliar warmth flood my cheeks again.

When we get to where I left the teacher and the curly-haired guy, we see that there are more people and among them are some paramedics.

As soon as we become visible, Principal Weems immediately spots us and approaches us with quick steps.

Weems : What the hell were you thinking, coming to the forest in the middle of the night when it's strictly forbidden? - she complains to the werewolf next to me.

Y/n: Nothing.- he answers with a slight grimace.

Weems: Are you hurt?- she asks, looking him up and down, and receiving a nod in response. -Okay, you'll go in the ambulance to get checked out and then straight to your room, grounded, and you won't be allowed to leave until I call you in my office.- she orders seriously, but with a hint of concern.

The rest of the night passes quickly and in a blur. I'm not aware of when I returned to my room, showered, and put on my nightclothes.

I stare at the keys of my typewriter, unable to type a single letter and continue with my novel.

Now that the adrenaline has left my bloodstream, I can't help but think about everything that happened tonight, and something inside me stirs restlessly. As if my body were split into two, one sitting motionless at my desk while the other yearns to be somewhere else.

I close my eyes for a few moments, feeling the pressure behind my eyes increase with every second I sit.

On its own, my body rises from my desk chair and begins walking toward some part of the school. I don't know where my feet are taking me, but what I do know is that with each step my headache diminishes and my heartbeat speeds up.

I stop walking when I find myself in front of a dark brown door and all I can hear is the erratic beat of my heart.

For some reason unknown to me, my body remains calm despite the rapid pace of my heart and the uncertainty of what might be behind that door.

Taking a deep breath, my hand reaches for the handle and I gently open the door with complete confidence. When I step through the door, I immediately realize it's someone's room, and from the scent that fills my nostrils, I know exactly who it belongs to.

My heart begins to beat calmly and precisely again as I walk completely into the room and close the door behind me.

Y/n: Wednesday? - he asks from his bed, turning to where I am upon hearing the sound of the door closing. -What are you doing here? - asks with furrowed brows in confusion.

I remain silent, not knowing what to say or how to answer. Because, to be honest, I don't even know what the hell I'm doing here or how I got here, when I've never been to this part of the dorms before.

In my silence, I realize he's wearing only dark green pajama shorts, and I can see the bandages covering the wounds on his side and back.

Y/n: Look, if you're here to give me a hard time and all that, you can save it. - he sighs tiredly. -Weems has already let me know how reckless, risky, unfortunate, idiotic and everything else it was to be out in the woods at night at the hospital. So I don't need you to do it too. - he tells me with a certain pleading tone in his voice.

Wednesday: I didn't come for that. - I subtly shake my head.

Y/n: So what have you come for? - he asks, just as confused as I am.

Wednesday: I guess I just needed to check on you.- I say, maintaining my composure and taking a few steps toward him without even realizing it. -I don't know why or how I ended up here.- I explain, keeping my gaze on his face.

Y/n: I don't know what you want me to tell you, Wednesday. - says with obvious confusion.

Wednesday: What if neither of us says anything?- I ordered with a softer voice than usual, stopping a few inches from his body.

We both remained in complete silence, staring into each other's eyes and breathing the same air.

I don't know why I'm not able to control my body when he's so close to me, I don't know why my heart races like this every time I'm near, and I don't understand why my cold body enjoys the warmth that Y/n's body emanates.

So many unknowns questions with no apparent answer, that only occur when he and only he is near me.

In the silence of the room and the closeness of our bodies, my body involuntarily reacts without me being able to stop or control it.

My hands move quickly, placing themselves on the back of his neck and pulling him toward me so that our lips meet. The kiss is passionate and quick, full of need and desperation.

His hands wrap around my waist and press my body against his bare chest, where the warmth of his skin penetrates the material of my sweatshirt and reaches my cold skin.

I stand on my tiptoes, running my hands through his silky blond hair and pulling him toward me so he doesn't break away from the kiss. Even when breathing becomes necessary, we both ignore the importance of breathing and continue kissing. Until I start to feel a certain lightness and I break away from the kiss to take a deep breath.

I swallow heavily, connecting my eyes with Y/n's now dark green eyes and feeling my chest rise and fall rapidly.

We stare at each other in silence again, before he leans toward me again and brings our lips together again. But this time the kiss is different.

This time, the kiss is calmer and gentler than the last. I can feel everything in this kiss, and it's in this moment that all the answers to all my questions become clear.

All this time thinking about all the unknown questions about my body's reaction and the solution was so obvious, I haven't been able to see it.

I feel completely stupid for not being able to decipher my body's behavior around Y/n until now. With my parents, who can't go two minutes without touching each other, and Enid talking about Ajax, how could I have missed all the signs?

That explains why, from the very first moment, my body accepted his presence at my side so easily and without any resistance. That's why, on that night of the full moon when I couldn't sleep, as soon as the wolf climbed onto my bed and placed his head on my stomach, I fell asleep immediately.

Because my body knew from the beginning that I was destined to be with him, only my mind hadn't realized the truth yet and now that it has, I don't intend to let him escape in any way.

The wolf that slept in my bed that night will be the same one that sleeps by my side for the rest of our lives, even in death.

THE END

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

"She's so beautiful, Mi alma." Wednesday muttered -for the first time ever- awed as he stared down at the little babe cradled safely in your arms. Little Blair Addams was a quiet baby, and there was no doubt she was the daughter of Wednesday, streaks of midnight hair and eyes black as coal. She barely cried when she came out.

"Would you like to hold her?" You asked softly, looking up at your husband, exhaustion bare on your face. Wednesday only nodes as he gently lifted his daughter from your arms, allowing you to give in to the tiredness of childbirth.

"il mio cuore, you only just arrived here and I will kill anyone who hurt you. You and your mother ruined me.." Wednesday whispered, his thumb ran over her cheek as she stared into his eyes. Blair cooed at his words as if she understood and a tiny smile on her little lips.

Life had gave him people he never knew he wanted and he would do anything to protect them. Anything.

Il mio cuore: my heart

Mi alma: my soul

[ornii]

(Y/n), Wednesday and Enid walk though the forest

(Y/n): You ever wanna talk about your emotions Wednesday?

Wednesday: No.

(Y/n): …

Wednesday: …

Enid: I do!

(Y/n): I know Enid.

Enid: I’m sad..

(Y/n): I know Enid..

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

Lucifer: And right then, mid temper tantrum, Y/n looks right up at me, all serious, and says, 'I'm going to start a rebellion.'

A nostalgic smile peirced his lips before he took a sip of his wiskey.

Lucifer: I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Morticia: I recall when Wednesday was little, she would reenact executions with her any doll she found and her miniature guillotine.

Gomez: Our little storm cloud always had a flair for the dramatic.

The three of them continued to reminisce about their children when they were younger.

Sitting a few feet away was Y/n and Wednesday. Both with a horrified expression on their faces.

Y/n: Perhaps this was a bad idea. Introducing our parents to each other.

Wednesday: Agreed. This is torture, and not the fun kind.

[classypauli]

Hi, could you write some fluff with Jenna and male reader? I love how you write

Kisses & Lattes

jenna ortega x male!reader

an: Hey! Thank you for request, I hope you´ll have fun reading it. For those who are uncomfortable feel free to imagine the gender you would like! I was just using it bc of the request. Thanks again! Take care!!

Sorry for mistakes!

Everything started with a coffee. Ever since you were a kid you were mesmerized by hot drinks like tea and chocolate or matchas but the one that mostly caught your attention was a coffee.

It was quite a paradox since you didn´t find your way to it when you were young. You could always smell it from your parent's breath or every morning when you woke up.

Your parents owned a coffee shop and sometimes you helped them clean or prepare. Maybe that´s how you started this way.

As you grew older and started spending more time in the shop, with a good book to read your hand also found a cup of dark beans with boiled water. That was your must-to-do in a day. Just sit on a cozy sofa in a corner with a book in one hand and coffee in the other.

That´s how you met your now long-term girlfriend. Jenna was a regular customer in your shop. It happened a lot of times you made her a latte or cappuccino even though she mostly came because of a hot tea.

In a country like Ireland where townsfolks often wore jumpers and hoodies, this type of drink was made for it.

„What´s on your mind?“

You were cut off by a gentle voice beside you as you stared out the big window. It was the week before Christmas and the weather outside started getting harder. When you walked outside you could feel the cold air hitting your nostrils and if you weren´t wearing a beanie you could be sure your ears wouldn´t like that.

It just started to snow when you were doing your last preparations for tomorrow's big day. You were finally opening your coffee shop after the long reconstruction. Your parents gave the shop to you despite your declines.

„Nothin´.“ You smiled down at her as you felt her hand reaching to yours squeezing it in her own.

Jenna knew you were getting worried. You were afraid nobody would show up. Yes, the weather

wasn´t helping but would the storm be the reason for it?

You were standing beside each other just looking as the snow started to get dense and the

Snowflakes are much bigger than before.  

„Come, I´ll make you something.“ You pulled her gently into you as you made your way to the

Coffee machine. Her big brown eyes were scanning your every move. How you melted the coffee and got it into the machine. You poured milk into a small teapot and slowly started to froth the milk. You grabbed the cup with the coffee and started pouring the milk into it.

Jenna enjoyed this. You were so calm doing it. Your arms were slowly but confidently circling the cup making some imagine in a coffee.

You stopped and grabbed the cup slowly giving in to Jenna. There was a big heart in it. She was amazed every time she saw it. Your drawing in coffee was perfect, sometimes you drew a swan, and through Halloween, you drew a pumpkin but what Jenna loved the most was the heart.

She gently grabbed the warm cup from your hands and slowly brought it under her nose to smell it. Slowly taking a sip while looking up at you as you smiled.

That´s how you spend the rest of the evening. The only light was the small lights by the bar and outside of the shop. Just enjoying each other's health as you cuddled up in one of your big sofas with a blanket around your legs and sweaters, thinking about what will tomorrow's day bring.

-

You sighed as your nerves were getting higher with each passing minute. Your coffee shop was already opened an hour but nobody showed. Not like you were getting high expectations but you were still a bit disappointed.

The room was decorated with Christmas ornaments. The soft music could be heard from the speakers around creating a cozy feeling. You could smell the hot cocoa and fresh spine.

Jenna was sitting by one of the small tables in your hoodie that was too big for her. Sometimes she would shoot you a look but each time her heart swelled at the sight of you.

She knew you were just being strong not showing how much you care about it but deep down she knew how much it affected you. The weather didn´t stop all night making it almost impossible to walk outside nor drive.

Jenna let out a sigh and stood up from the chair. „Y/N.“ She called after you looking at your back.

„Hm.“ You let out but didn´t turn around. You were focused on cutting something behind the bar.

„Y/N.“ She whispered as she came closer to you hugging you from behind with both of her arms around your torso.

„What´s wrong Jen.“ You turned around and looked down at her big eyes. The freckles were more visible as her cheeks and nose were a bit red from the cold. You swore this was your biggest weakness.

„Are you angry?“ she asked with her small voice searching for an answer in your eyes.

Her question shocked you as you blinked twice like you were trying to understand her question. „What? No, Jen. Why would I?“ you quickly pulled your arms around her.

„You were trying so hard these past months and when it´s finally here...“

You gently brushed the hair that was on her forehead, brushing it back behind her ear. „I´m not angry nor disappointed. I completely understand why it turned out like this.“ You said as you were looking into her eyes to make her sure. „It has to be like this I guess.“

Jenna leaned into your chest to hear your heartbeat with a sense of anticipation.

A couple of hours after, you and Jenna decided to close the coffee shop and get home. You didn´t want to do it but deep down you knew you wouldn´t have a customer today. You promised to make her dinner after spending so much time here. As you were getting your jacket you could hear bells by the door.

„Ow, man! This weather.“

You quickly turned around with wide eyes not believing what you saw.

„Finally! The road was awful!“

„I know right? We barely left the house and almost immediately got stuck!“

There were your friends with a wide smile across their faces. „Y/N!“ They went to you to hug you. „We´re so glad to finally see you! And look at this!“ one of your friends spun around with arms wide open. „It´s so beautiful in here!“

„W-What are you doing here?“

They laughed at your shocked face. „Look at him! He can´t believe we are here!“

„Well we heard that today is a day with a big D so we couldn´t let that slide.“

The realization hit you like a train and you spun around to look behind you. There was standing  Jenna with her small frame trying to hide her smile.

Slowly more people came, your friends, Jenna´s friends, and your parents. Everyone was talking to each other around the room you could only hear happiness. Your hands were full of work but it made you happy. You were feeling complete doing what you enjoy for the people you love.

„It was you. You called them.“ You whispered in Jenna´s ear as you hugged her from behind. She was sitting on your knees as you were sitting down on a sofa.

She turned to her side raising her eyebrows and looking around. „I don´t know what you are talking about.“

You squeezed her tighter in your arms as she let out a laugh. You kissed the side of her head as you leaned on her shoulder. The both of you were sitting there looking at your family feeling warm in your heart as you watched them talking and laughing loudly, enjoying the night.

[thatdude01181]

I missed you-you-wa

A/N: Request from Superflash2255

After their first semester, Wednesday and Y/n made plans for him to visit her family home.

Y/n, being a werewolf, had control of his wolf form.

He pulls up to the addams family home on his motorcycle, and slows to a stop, smiling as he took his bag off of the back of the bike and walking up to the front door.

Knocking he was blessed by the presence of his girlfriend, Wednesday.

She pulled him into a tight hug.holding him close.

Y/n smiled as he hugged her.

After letting him inside, and giving him a tour of her home, she brought him into her room, pushed him onto the bed, and straddles him, her dark hair cascading around them like a curtain. The room is dimly lit, filled with an eclectic mix of macabre decor and oddities that reflect Wednesday's unique personality.

Y/n chuckles softly, his heart racing as he looks up at her. "Wow, someone missed me," he teases, his voice playful.

"Maybe," she replies, her tone deadpan, but the glint in her eyes betrays her amusement. She leans down, brushing her lips against his again, this time softer, more lingering.

Y/n wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "I missed you too," he admits, his voice low. The summer sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow that contrasts with the coolness of their shared darkness.

Wednesday pulls back slightly, her expression serious. "You know, being a werewolf must be exhausting. All that running around at night. You should take it easy while you're here."

He smirks, "And miss out on all the fun? I think not." He glances around her room, spotting a few of her latest projects-a collection of preserved insects and a book on the occult. "What have you been up to?"

"Just the usual," she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Planning my next experiment. Want to help?"

Y/n raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of experiment?"

"Let's just say it involves a little bit of chemistry and a lot of... unexpected results." She leans in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Are you in?"

He grins, feeling a rush of excitement. "Always."

With that, Wednesday pulls back, her expression shifting to one of determination. "Good. But first, we need to make sure we have the right supplies." She hops off him and heads to her desk, rummaging through drawers filled with strange vials and tools.

Y/n watches her, a smile on his face. He loved how passionate she was about her interests, how she could turn the mundane into something thrilling. "What do you need?"

"Just a few things," she replies, her voice focused. "And maybe a little bit of your werewolf charm."

He laughs, shaking his head. "I'm not sure how much charm I have, but I can definitely help with the heavy lifting."

"Perfect," she says, her lips curling into a small smile.

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[geotjwrs]

Hey can you do Wednesday x Male reader Angst. Where Wednesday was too focused on the Hyde case and she neglected reader and their relationship and said reader was a burden and was too clingy every time he gave her unconditional love. The night she kissed Tyler she told him those things and he saw Wednesday kiss Tyler while Wednesday never even hugged reader? And so at the end she feels really bad because she saw he saw. And so she wanted to talk but he just stays quiet? Please and thank you

no one's home

Pairings ; Wednesday Addams x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

The late evening at Nevermore was unusually quiet. The usual whispers of the wind through the trees had stilled, leaving an eerie calm in the air. You stood alone in the courtyard, the dim glow of the moon casting long shadows on the stone floor. Every step you took echoed in the empty space as if mocking your loneliness.

For weeks, you had been trying to reach her—Wednesday. But she had become more and more distant, her attention consumed by the ongoing investigation into the Hyde case. You understood her need for focus, her obsession with solving mysteries, but you couldn't help feeling like you were slipping further and further away from her world.

You leaned against a pillar, running a hand through your hair as you replayed the events of the past few days. Every time you tried to offer her support, love, anything to remind her you were still there for her, she brushed you off. At first, it was subtle—short responses, curt nods. But lately, it had become more than that. She wasn’t just distant; she was cold, indifferent.

You couldn’t help but feel like an outsider in her life, like no matter how much you tried to help her, you were just in the way.

Tonight had been your breaking point.

It was supposed to be a quiet evening between the two of you. You thought you’d have a chance to talk, to remind her that you were still there, that you were still someone she could lean on. But when you arrived at her room, the look on her face had already told you everything.

Wednesday’s gaze had been harder than usual, her expression devoid of even the faintest flicker of emotion. “What are you doing here?” she asked as she entered her room, her voice as cold as the night air.

“I just wanted to see you. I feel like we haven’t—”

“You feel?” she interrupted, her words sharp. “Y/N, I don’t have time for your feelings. I don’t have time for any of this.”

Your heart sank, but you tried to stay calm. “Wednesday, I’m just trying to be here for you. I know this case is important, but I—”

“Important?” She laughed, a humorless sound that made your chest tighten. “Y/N, you don’t understand anything. This case could mean life or death for people at Nevermore, and all you ever do is cling to me like some helpless child. You’re suffocating me.”

The words stung, but you didn’t want to believe them. “I’m just trying to love you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Is that really such a burden?”

“A burden,” she repeated, her eyes narrowing. “Yes. You are a burden. I don’t need your love. I don’t need anything from you. I need space.”

The air between you felt heavy, filled with words that cut deeper than any knife. You stood there, trying to make sense of what was happening. You had always known Wednesday wasn’t the warmest person, but you had never imagined she would say something so hurtful, so cruel.

Before you could find the words to respond, she had already turned on her heel, heading toward the door. “I have more important things to do,” she said without looking back. “If you can’t handle that, then maybe you should leave.”

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving you alone in the cold emptiness of her room. For a moment, all you could do was stare at the space where she had been, your mind racing, heart aching. You had always known Wednesday could be difficult, but this? This was something else entirely.

You followed her, driven by something you couldn’t explain. Maybe you still believed there was a chance to fix things. Maybe you just wanted answers. But as you wandered through the shadows of Nevermore, you stumbled upon a scene that shattered whatever hope you had left.

In the dim light of the woods, Wednesday stood close to Tyler. Too close. Your heart dropped as you watched them, your breath catching in your throat. And then, before you could even process what was happening, she leaned in and kissed him.

The kiss was brief, but it was enough. Your mind went blank, your emotions swirling into a storm of pain, anger, and disbelief. She had never even hugged you, and now, she was kissing someone else. The girl you had poured your heart into, who had brushed aside every gesture of love you offered, was showing more affection to Tyler than she had ever shown you.

You wanted to scream, to confront her, to demand why. But instead, you just stood there, frozen, watching as everything you thought you had crumbled before your eyes.

When Wednesday pulled away from the kiss, her eyes caught yours through the darkness. For a moment, you thought you saw something shift in her expression—shock, maybe even regret. But it was too late.

You turned and walked away, your chest tight with heartbreak, your mind numb. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing you break down. Not here. Not now.

As you made your way back to Nevermore, the weight of her words and actions pressed down on you, suffocating you with every step. You wanted to cry, to scream, to lash out, but all you could do was walk, your body moving on autopilot as your heart shattered.

The next day, Wednesday found you in the library. You were sitting alone, staring blankly at the pages of a book you hadn’t even opened. You didn’t look up when she approached, but you could feel her presence lingering just behind you.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” she said quietly.

You didn’t respond, your hands gripping the edges of the book as if it could somehow anchor you in place.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” she continued, her voice unusually soft. “About you being a burden.”

Still, you said nothing. Your heart ached, and you could feel the storm of emotions threatening to rise to the surface, but you forced them down. She didn’t deserve to see you like this.

Wednesday sat down across from you, her dark eyes searching your face for any sign that you might acknowledge her. “I—” She paused, something uncharacteristically hesitant about her. “I made a mistake.”

For a moment, you almost believed her. Almost. But then the memory of her kissing Tyler flashed through your mind, and the pain surged back with a vengeance.

“You saw, didn’t you?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

You finally looked up, meeting her gaze. Her expression was conflicted, torn between the cold, calculating girl you knew and something deeper, something more vulnerable. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not anymore.

“You kissed him,” you said, your voice flat.

She didn’t deny it. “It was a mistake.”

“Was it?” you asked, your voice cracking despite your best efforts to keep it steady. “You’ve never even touched me like that. Not once. But him? You didn’t hesitate.”

“I wasn’t thinking,” Wednesday replied, her voice steady but softer than you’d ever heard it before. “I was consumed by the case. By everything.”

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “That’s your excuse? You were too focused on the case? That’s why you kissed him?”

Her silence told you everything. She didn’t have a real answer. Maybe she was sorry, maybe she wasn’t, but it didn’t change what had happened. It didn’t change the way she had made you feel—like you were nothing. Like you were disposable.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she admitted after a long pause.

You stood up, unable to bear sitting there any longer. “I don’t think there’s anything you can say, Wednesday.”

As you walked away, you could feel her eyes on you, but she didn’t call after you. Maybe she knew there was no point. Maybe she realized too late that some things couldn’t be undone.

For the next few days, you kept your distance. Every time you saw her in the hallways of Nevermore, you turned away, your chest tightening with a mix of anger and sadness. You had given her everything—your love, your loyalty, your trust—and she had thrown it all away.

But things didn’t end there. Not for Wednesday.

One night, as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, you heard a knock at your door. You knew who it was before you even opened it.

She stood there, her arms crossed, looking as composed as ever, but you could see the tension in her posture, the faint flicker of regret in her eyes.

“Can we talk?” she asked quietly.

You hesitated but stepped aside, letting her in. She walked to the center of the room, standing there like she didn’t quite know what to do with herself.

After a long moment of silence, she spoke. “I can’t undo what I did. I know that.”

You stayed quiet, unsure where she was going with this.

“But I also know I don’t want to lose you.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. Part of you wanted to believe her, wanted to forgive her and move on. But the other part—the part that had been broken by her actions—couldn’t forget.

“I don’t know if I can trust you again,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, as if she had expected that. “I understand. But I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m asking for a second chance.”

You looked at her, at the girl who had broken your heart but who was now standing in front of you, raw and unguarded in a way you had never seen before. And for the first time, you saw something in her eyes that made you pause—something real.

“I’ll think about it,” you said finally, not ready to give her an answer just yet.

And with that, she nodded, quietly leaving your room, leaving you to sit in the quiet darkness, wondering if second chances were worth the risk.