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robin-the-enby · 1 year

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Hello ! Could you do an gomez x fem reader x morticia where you meet them when you pick up your sister to school and they get really taken by you and start invinting you to things and you get overwelmed by the affection and tell them they are very nice but a relationship its not what you are after

I never see a reader who doesnt want a romantic relationship, it would be nice to see one who just wants a physical one

Thank you !

It has no appeal

Pairing: Gomez Addams x f!reader x Morticia Addams

Summary: After meeting the infamous Addams family, you can't help but feel drawn to them. But when you notice that the attraction is mutual, you start to worry if you can give them what they are asking for.

Warnings: female reader, queerplatonic (?) relationship, a teensy bit of angst (happy ending tho), use of (Y/N)

A/N: I have successfuly graduated high school and got into university, so I finally have time to write! However, I am still sorry it took me this long to get to this request. I was thinking while writing this and I absolutely love this dynamic, especially maybe the dynamic between the reader's sister and the Addams children, so maybe I'll do something else with this dynamic in the future :) And as an (possibly) aromantic person, I am so delighted to be able to write this piece! I took a spin on the relationship dynamic that might not be exactly in tune with your experience, so be aware of that 😅

Waiting in front of the tall building, you looked at it with melancholy. You used to go to the same building for years and now, much later, you're picking up your younger sister here. It was a strange feeling that reminded you just how fast time flies and you quickly stomped it down before it got out of hand.

You recently found a small flat in your hometown after your last...relationship...ended. You had a thing going on with a really nice person in the city you studied at, but recently they admitted that they were looking for something you simply couldn't give them and so you parted ways. And life went on.

You thought that a change of scenery would do you good and so you moved back in with your parents, just until you could find something for yourself. In exchange, you helped them around the house and ran some errands for them. But one of your favourite "chores" was picking up your younger sister from school. It felt nice, walking the same streets you grew up in and seeing the teachers that used to teach you. And, of course, the quality time spent with your sister was a great bonus.

She was a lively young girl, who in a few years would go to middle school and you remember how big of a deal that was at your age, so there was lots to talk about. You loved gossiping about her classmates and teachers and hearing about the adventures she had with her friends.

One of them stood out to you. His name was Pugsley and he was a year or two younger than your sister. Every recess they spent time together, playing and discussing very important things, which she always told you about and you gave your insight on. You also learned that Pugsley's sister was your sister's classmate. Her name was Wednesday and although your sister didn't have any problem with her, she told you that she was quite strange, and could be quite mean to Pugsley. You thought it was mighty cute, imagining your sister standing up for her friend during recess against his sister, who had the strangest game ideas from what you've heard.

You talked about it with your parents, asking if you should talk to someone, just to ensure everyone's safety, but they only looked at each other and than at you with strange uncertainty. Apparently, the children were the daughter and son of Gomez and Morticia Addams, who moved into town just when you left for uni. You vaguely remember hearing about someone moving in and you'd certainly be more curious about the newcomers if you weren't preparing for a new big chapter of your life that was colledge.

Your parents explained that the Addams family was a strange bunch, with a strange lifestyle and beliefs. But, as odd as they were, they were actually lovely people and completely harmless, although most of the other citizens avoided them, due to their interest in all the dark, gloomy and macabre things. However, they never seemed to mind the ostracism they faced. So you let it go. Your sister continued to be friends with Pugsley and talked Wednesday out of harming him on the school grounds. Most of the time, that is.

Even after you found a place of your own, you continued picking your sister up from school, because it helped your parents, who were very busy even with your help, but you also just really enjoyed it. And that's where you were now, listening quietly to the excited chatter of children around you, walking hand in hand with their parents and telling them about the day they had. You would've pondered more on the strangeness of a child's mind, but somebody crashed into you, trapping you in a tight hug.

You turned your head and ruffled your sister's hair "Hey you. Long time, no see. How was school today?" You greeted her. She looked up at you with a grin "Hi sis! You won't believe what Micah did in art class today!" You smirked "Oh really? Well, what's the tea then?" Your sister mimicked your expression and was about to speak, when her eyes focused on something behind you. Suddenly, her whole face lit up and she raised her hand to wave it enthusiastically. Turning your head to see who your sister was waving at, you saw a young boy who was just reciprocating your sister's gesture. You didn't know most of your sister's friends personally, but seeing the slightly taller girl standing next to him with her arms folded and a slight frown on her face, you had a hunch of who it could be.

You didn't quite hear your sister's confirming exclamation that the boy was, indeed, Pugsley Addams, because your eyes locked with the two people standing proudly behind the two children. The women, presumably Morticia Addams, was tall and slender, with a visage similar to that of a ghoul, pale skin, raven black hair that shone in the sun and black clothes that, in contrast, seemed to swallow all the light that fell upon it. Her lips were painted a deep red colour and her eyes were just as dark as the rest of her, making it impossible to tell their colour. And yet, she had an almost...angelic aura around her. Like the forbidden fruit, looking perfect on the outside, all beautiful and evoking the feeling of security and peace. But, and you couldn't quite explain why, even if you tried, you felt that underneath it all, was a great power, that you almost feared to uncover. Maybe it was the way she was looking at you. There wasn't anything...malicious or hostile in her gaze. Just something...magical. Wise. As if she knew a lot more than you. And you found yourself believing it.

Blinking a few times, you managed to break the intense eye contact with Morticia and looked at her husband, Gomez. He was shorter and quite the contrast to his wife. Where she was calm and collected, he seemed to vibrate with energy, even while standing still. He, too, was looking at you, but in his eyes, was just a spark, as if he was inviting you to come over and talk. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much and yet, he was just picking up his children from school. His appearance and mannerisms were energizing and uplifting.

And suddenly you saw your sister skipping over to the strange family, running straight towards Pugsley. Your eyes widened and you rushed after her. As she threw her arms around Pugsley, blabbering about something excitedly, you placed your hands on her shoulders. Throwing a short, apologetic look towards Mr. and Mrs. Addams, you gently reprimanded your sister "You can't just run off like that, without permission or letting me know at least..."

Your sister looks up at you, a sad, guilty look in her eyes. With a face like that, you can't really stay mad at her. "I know you were excited to see your friend, but you can't just run off like that. If something happened to you, I wouldn't know where you are." you explain to her as you pet her hair softly. She smiles with appreciation before nodding and apologising. You reciprocate her smile before turning your attention to the family that was watching your interaction silently, but with interest.

"I'm sorry for my little sister, she can be excitable around her friends, she doesn't mean to be rude." you excuse your sister, but Mr. Addams just waves his hand "Oh nonsense! We know from Pugsley here that your sister is a good friend of his, and any friend of his is welcom with us anytime." he smiles energetically and you can't deny that his smile is rather attractive. Right after that thought you remember his wife is standing right next to him, but before you can start to feel bad, you notice the warm look on her face as she looks at you, still with that...knowing look on her face.

You smile at Mr. Addams "Well, I'm glad we haven't caused any trouble. I'm (Y/N) by the way. It's nice to meet you...mister Addams, right?" you introduce yourself. Mr. Addams takes your hand, giving it a firm handshake, although you can't help but feel he is holding your hand just a tad longer than is appropriate. "Oh please, drop the formalities. Since our children seem to be good friends, we might as well be too, if you'd like. The name's Gomez."

You wonder briefly if Gomez's wife is as enthusiastic about the proposition as he is, but when you turn your gaze to her, she is already reaching for your hand, holding it gently, but confidently in her own. She gives you a charming smile and when she speaks, it's as if a siren is calling out to you, a helpless sailor on the wide, wide sea "I think my husband is right. My name is Moricia. This is our daughter Wednesday," she gestures to the infamous girl, who is still sporting a very neutral expression, although she seems to be staring straight into your soul, as if assessing you, before giving a slight nod "and this is Pugsley, as you may know." The boy smiles warmly at you, giving you a polite greeting.

"Well, it was very nice to meet you all, but I'm afraid we have to go, otherwise our mother will be worried about what happened to us." you chuckle and smile at the couple. They seem like wonderful people, you can't understand why anyone would have anything against them. "As a mother myself, I can completely understand that." Morticia smiles "And we would not want to keep you any longer. But I was thinking, would you like to come over for a visit? The children will surely have fun together and we would be delighted to get to know you better. We've heard you recently moved back here?" as she says this, she grabs ahold of Gomez's hand as they both smile. You feel the intensity in their gaze, and et there is no pressure that would force you to agree. You look down at your sister, who looks at you with pleading, hopeful eyes and mouths the word "please", before you turn your gaze back to the couple and grin "Yes, that's right. And that sounds amazing!"

You exchange numbers and go your seperate ways. You register, out of the corner of your eye, them getting into a fancy looking, oldfashioned car, apparently with a personal driver. You don't think much of it and continue to walk home with your sister, who was excitedly skipping along the sidewalk, asking about when you were going to call them the entire way.

It didn't take long for the date of the visit to be set. Morticia called the next afternoon and you agreed to come over with your little sister at the end of the week, so that your sister wouldn't have to rush home and prepare for school.

Once the day came, you were actually pretty nervous, although you didn't really understand why. You blamed it on the fact that you're going to a stranger's home and you wanted to make a good impression. Because it definitely wasn't the fact that you were attracted to a married couple. Yeah, as if.

When you the big house the Addams' lived in, you had to say you were impressed. Sure, it was...unorthodox, but it had a strange charm. And when you were invited inside by a rather tall man, who, although his skin was almost gray and his expression somewhat...dead, seemed pretty nice, you almost felt...homey. The atmosphere of the home, paired with the type of people that lived there, was actually cozy. Gomez gave your sister directions to where she can find Pugsley and Wednesday and she promptly ran off, leaving you alone with the couple.

When she was out of sight, the man took your hand delicately and placed a simple kiss on your knuckles. A simple gesture, that was made much more sensual by the way he looked at you from below, his eyes glinting with...admiration, you would say, if it didn't seem so wrong. Still, you smiled politely and tried to think nothing of it. But you made a mental note to stop these kinds of actions if they would appear, thinking of his unfortunate wife.

Morticia was in the living room, sitting by a grand fireplace, reading a book. You didn't recognize it, but when you asked, it was revealed that the book was in French. You felt...uplifited, being in the presence of such stylish and intelligent people, that weren't snobbish, like you've encountered in the past.

They sat you down across from them on a small sofa and asked if you'd like anything to drink, or perhaps to eat. You declined the food, but you couldn't resist a nice drink to complement the lovely afternoon. The pair sat on another sofa across the small, seemingly old conference table, slightly turned towards each other, hands intertwined. But their sight was only on you. Both of them watching you intently, but their faces were gentle and their smiles welcoming. A thought crossed your mind. Maybe Morticia wasn't an unfortunate wife with a philanderer husband. And when Gomez started passionately retelling a story from his quite adventorous past, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. You wanted to listen, you really did, but his passionate movements, his grin, the lively glint in his eyes...And the way Morticia was listening to him, posed and collected as always, but oh so devoted to her husband, body, mind and soul, her gaze so tender...They looked so beautiful. A forbidden fruit that you could never experience the taste of.

"(Y/N), are you alright?"

You snapped out of your thoughts and you saw the pair look at you, their faces showing concern, a little bit of curiosity and perhaps a hint of slight disappointment. You shook your head, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. "Oh, yes, I'm fine." you reassured them quickly "I am so sorry, my mind just...slipped. I promise I wanted to pay attention, you have a lovely way of telling stories, Gomez." you said, still not really used to being on first name basis on them in such a short while.

Lucky for you, they seemed to not take it personally. Morticia assured you that sometimes, the mind does what it wants and drifts where the body can't. In no time, you all finished your drinks and as Morticia went to put them in the kitchen, you stood up and offered to wash the dishes in return. She seemed hesitant, but you told her firmly you weren't going to take no for an answer and a smug smile bloomed on her face. When you looked back on it, she must've seen something in that action that drew her to you just as much as you were drawn to her.

You stood in the kitchen, side by side, you with your hands in the sink, scrubbing glasses and the woman of the house next to you, with a dish towel in her hand, drying and putting away different utensils you cleaned. You agreed to do all the dishes, since you were already at it. Once you were done, Morticia did something you didn't expect. Instead of vocalising her gratitude, she leaned towards you, placing one hand on your arm, and pressed a delicate kiss on your cheek. You were left wide eyed at the kitchen sink, the sponge still in your hand. She handed you another towel, and you dried your hands, noticin Gomez, who was stood leaning on the entry to the kitchen, smiling as smugly as his wife. So that's how it is...you thought.

You went to check up on your sister, who was playing a pretty suspicious game with the siblings, but she seemed unhurt and happy, so you let it go, gently reminding her to stay safe and not do anything she doesn't want to. Then yu spent the rest of the afternoon chatting nd getting to know the unsusual pair. You also met the other inhabitants of the house - Gomez's brother, Fester, Lurch, the man who opened the door for you, the grandmother (you didn't know her name, or if she even was related to the family, but she was very sweet) and lastly...Thing. You couldn't deny you were a little put off by a sentient severed hand, but you calmed down when he offered you one of his fingers to shake. Despite the strangeness, they were all so polite and lovely and fun to be around. But, you had to go home in the evening.

After that, your sister started to come over the Addams' household more and more often. And every time, you accompanied her, of course. While her days were spent having all kinds of adventures with Pugsley and Wednesday, yours were spent calmly with the parents. Gardening with Morticia, listening to Gomez and running little rerrands with him or simply reading in the living room, all the while flirting, first subtly, but the more time you spent together the more...serious it was.

You were now sure that there is a mutual attraction going on and that there wasn't anyone who was unaware or not consenting. It felt...nice, for a while. Slowly starting over, getting close to someone again. But you were beginning to feel afraid of what was to come. You tried to enjoy everything while it lasted, before they inevitably approached you with the proposition of becoming more than just friends. You were afraid of hurting them, and yourself, just like last time. But at the same time, you couldn't make yourself pull away from the affection.

It was on a fateful Tuesday night. The Addams' planned a sleepover for your sister, which obviously meant you would come as well. Somehow, you knew this was going to be the fateful night, the moment you were dreading for a long time now. And it seemed that time wasn't on your side either. Time spent with Morticia and Gomez always seemed to fly right past you.

They had prepared a big dinner, that, although it looked questionable, tasted amazing. Paired with a nice drink, you put the children to bed and soon you were relaxing on an elegant sofa, you in the middle, the pair surrounding you from both sides. Your shoulders were touching and even though you knew what was going to happen, that you would maybe never se them again, the places where your skin touched theirs felt electric, sending shivers down your spine.

Of course they took notice. They were both so intune with your emotions and body language, it was amazing and dreadful at the same time. Gomez placed an arm behind your shoulders, Morticia placing her hand softly on your thigh, both rubbing soothing circles.

"(Y/N)..." Morticia started. "Our dear (Y/N)..." murmured Gomez, his head leaning closer to your shoulder. "You know you are an amazing person, dear?" Morticia asked, and you looked at her, not finding words to respond. She must've seen the turmoil in your eyes, because she smiled reassuringly. "I believe you are very smart, our darling." she continued "And that you can see that...we like you." "Oh, I think like is not even close to how we feel about you, corazón." Gomez said, placing a kiss on your shoulder, making you gasp. Morticia sent him a look "Gomez, behave yourself. We need to talk this out first and foremost. And I believe our trésor has something important to say." She looked at you just a intently as always and yet so tenderly, like only Morticia can. Your heart was beating out of your chest, your hands clammy as they clutched at your clothes. You took a deep breath. Now or never.

"Yes, I've noticed you have feelings for me. And everything you've done for me, and my sister, and everything you continue doing, I appreciate it. You don't even know how." you start, wanting them to know you care about them, just..differently. "But, I'm afraid, I cannot give you what you deserve. I'm sorry to tell you that...I'm not interested in a romantical relationship." And the truth was out. There was no return. Yet, you had to continue. "I...I care for you, and your family. You are amazing people and together, you both are so beautiful, it's almost ethereal sometimes..." you chuckle "Whenever you touch me, I feel as if my very soul was on fire. But...romance is not something I can give you." you finish and study their faces intently.

For once, the pair isn't smiling. You almost start to take it as a bad sign, an omen of a near end. But, Morticia looks up from your face to her husband and after some silent conversation between them, they nod at each other, once. Only once and they know exactly what the other wants, what they're thinking. Oh how you admire them, you think, as a small ember of hope still prevails inside your chest.

"Cariño..." Gomez takes your hands in his, stealing your attention. His eyes are soft and his face adorned by a sympathetic smile. "Don't apologise. There is nothing to apologise for. Some things we cannot help. And while you will belong to us, body and soul, we won't ask of you to return anything you don't feel you have. If you'll agree to that, that is." he smiles at you and nods and you actually feel like you might shed a few tears, happiness and relief washing over you and blooming in your chest with such force you think you might burst.

You feel hands on your shoulders and Morticia lays her head on your shoulder "What do you say, notre cœur?" And you laugh. You laugh happily, your eyes glinting. Instead of saying anything, you take your hands from Gomez and turn to Morticia. And cradling her face softly, you seal your answer with her lips. And then Gomez's. And then you seal it again, and again, and again.

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talesofesther · 1 year

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pretty secrets

Wednesday Addams x Reader

This story belongs to the Sweet Calamity universe and is set before chapter 10 (but can also be read as a stand-alone)

Summary: Wednesday thinks you're hiding something from her, and she doesn't like when it starts to rob her of her time with you.

A/N: Hi, yes, here's me procrastinating on other projects just to write this boatload of fluff.

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You've been acting secretive lately.

To anyone less aware, it might go unnoticed. But Wednesday had sharp senses.

And when regarding the subject of her affections, her senses are extra sharp.

The changes started a little over a week ago. You'd say you're busy after classes yet not tell her why; you won't allow her into your dorm anymore or, if you do, you always need a few minutes alone to 'tidy it up'; and she once caught you and Enid gossiping around, big smiles on your faces — especially yours — though when she asked what it was about, you changed the subject before giving her a definitive answer.

It's meaningless to worry about it, childish even, yet it bothers the Addams girl. She feels as if there's a small barrier between you that shouldn't have been there anymore.

She, of course, would never let you know about it.

"We happen to have a common free period after lunch today," Wednesday informed you out of the blue, keeping a steady hold of the Hibiscus flower as you carefully plucked out its petals — for someone who loves nature, Wednesday was strangely surprised when she learned you were willing to 'destroy' it, in order to make tea.

You froze your motions with the tweezers as you glanced up at her, "yeah?"

Wednesday nodded once, shifting her gaze to the flower when she felt a familiar distant warmth on her cheeks, "maybe we could enjoy it together, coffee perhaps?"

Wind came through the open doors of the greenhouse, rustling the many leaves around, along with a few rogue wisps of your hair that Wednesday was itching to brush back. The place inside the glass walls and amidst the plants became as much of a safe haven for Wednesday as it was for you.

You gave her what was half a smile and half a grimace, raising your hand to tuck your hair behind your ear; "I won't be able to, I'm sorry."

There was no denying the sudden melancholy in Wednesday's features. The adorable pout on her lips.

"We could go tomorrow, though." Under the table, you bumped her boots with your sneakers, trying to get her eyes to meet yours again.

Running her thumb over one of the few remaining burgundy petals of the flower, Wednesday sighed, her dark eyes cast down, "of course, mi flor, however you prefer."

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Wednesday Addams walking around Nevermore's hallways on nothing but her dark long-sleeve pajama shirt, black and white polka-dot pants and hair up in a bun was a sight to be seen, luckily no one would be out at this hour — and if she did bump into someone, she would just have to kill them.

But she didn't have many options. She couldn't sleep.

Her talk with you from earlier still bugged her, making her glare at her ceiling as if it personally offended her whilst most unkind scenarios popped up in her mind. Didn't you enjoy her company anymore? Were you unhappy with your relationship and slowly pulling away?

She had to know, and there was no way she'd be waiting until morning so she could ask like a normal person.

Wednesday knocked on your door and you answered rather quickly, indicating that you too, were still awake at past one in the morning.

"Hi," your smile was instant when you saw her on the other side of the door, biting back a comment about her rather adorable clothes, choosing instead to stash the sight on your best memories, "is everything okay?"

"May I come in?" Was all Wednesday asked.

You hesitated, "uh- yeah, just a second."

Wednesday saw herself, yet again, having a staring contest with the dark wood of your door while you most likely hid something from her. She tried to ignore the unpleasant twisting of her stomach.

You opened the door again not a minute later, motioning her in and closing it back again after she was inside.

Maybe it was because your soul could read her heartbeats as if they were a favorite book, but Wednesday appreciates that she sometimes doesn't have to say a word for you to know.

You came into her space slowly, giving her all the time to tell you otherwise. Wednesday instead took the tiniest step toward you, her gaze going down and back up to your eyes.

With a gentleness only she witnessed, you raised your hands to both her cheeks, gingerly pushing back the longer strands of her fringe; your fingers tracing her cheeks and raising the hair at the back of her neck. You then leaned up until your lips could leave the faintest of kisses on Wednesday's forehead.

Her eyes fell closed the second your skin touched hers, like the perfect spell.

When you pulled back, your hands traced their path down until you held onto her own. Your fingers intertwining.

"What's bothering you?"

Wednesday's eyes blinked open lazily, her mouth dry because of the tenderness you gifted her with.

"Have you been… unhappy with us?" Wednesday asked, sounding the most hesitant you ever heard her.

You frowned as if she spoke in a foreign language you had no idea on how to begin understanding; "of course not, why would you say that?"

Setting her jaw tightly in place, Wednesday chooses to focus on your dirty sneakers haphazardly resting near the door instead of your eyes. "You don't seem to want to spend time together anymore, and I feel you're not telling me something."

You couldn't help but grin, because how foolish of you to think she wouldn't notice.

"If you're unhappy, you must tell me," she pressed, taking another step closer to you as her hands gripped yours tighter, "I know I'm not the… perfect partner but-"

"You are," you interrupted her in the same heartbeat, bringing one of her hands up to your lips so you could kiss her knuckles, "and there's no one that could make me happier," you promised against her skin before letting go, walking around her and to your wardrobe.

Wednesday watched with a deep frown as you shuffled through your stuff, her skin still tingling.

"I was going to wait to give you this on a more… special occasion," you told her, biting onto your lip as you looked at your creation in your hands, your heart beating loudly in your chest. With a deep breath in, you turned to face Wednesday again, "but since you're so impatient," you teased, "I guess now is as good a time as any."

The moonlight coming through your window illuminated it perfectly. Vines and tiny branches formed the perfect shape of a crow, little bits of it still adorning moss and small leaves but it added character; on its beak, it held a tiny basket made of the same material — undoubtedly by your skilled hands — inside it, rested a little potted cactus.

You extended the gift for Wednesday, holding onto your breath as you watched her wide eyes move from your face to your hands and back. "I made it for you," you encouraged shyly.

With careful hands, Wednesday took her gift. Her fingers traced over the shape of the bird as she still strived to come up with words.

"I will admit that I got a little excited about finishing it," you chuckled timidly, "I'm sorry it got a bit in the way of our time together."

Few people have gifted Wednesday with something so 'simple' yet so meaningful, this was the result of probably hours of work for you, and you did it for her.

"Now you'll always have a piece of me in your room too," you told her with a fond gaze.

Wednesday glanced back up at you with the beginnings of a smile threatening to show on her lips.

You scrunched your nose, "cheesy, I know."

Whatever unkind thoughts Wednesday had in her mind were vanquished right away, replaced instead by a nauseating emotion she couldn't get enough of.

Carefully placing the gift on your nightstand, Wednesday took meaningful steps toward you until she could take hold of your waist and her lips were just a breath away from yours. "I'll treasure it forever," she said quietly, like a secret against your lips.

She had no intentions of going back to her room for the night.

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anonymousewrites · 8 months

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A Good Day for Death Valentine's Day Special 2024

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Ordinarily, Wednesday wasn’t a fan of Valentine’s Day. It was too sappy for her, and romance wasn’t her thing. That being said, everyone else being out on dates or with friends meant that Nevermore was quiet, and if there was one thing Wednesday liked, it was solitude.

She could come out of her dorm with her typewriter to work on her novel without being bothered. She finished her work for the day, packed away her typewriter, and walked towards the library to pick out a book to read.

Wednesday paused as she passed a hallway full of empty classrooms. Sounds echoed out from within, music and singing with a mysterious tune. Wednesday wasn’t someone to not investigate, so she walked down the corridor and arrived at a classroom. She looked in and saw the projector turned on and playing an animated movie. The character on screen sang dramatically, the sound reverberating through the silent school.

“Our son will be married, According to plan.”

Wednesday glanced between the unique animation and looked at the desks at the front of the room. She was a bit surprised to see (Y/N) alone. They were leaning on their hands while watching the movie.

“(Y/N)?” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) started and turned. They smiled when they noticed who it was. “Oh, hi, Wednesday!” They reached over and paused the movie. “How are you?”

“I thought everyone had gone out for the holiday,” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) shrugged. “All of my friends had dates.”

“I do not,” said Wednesday.

“We’re friends?” said (Y/N) teasingly.

“By the typical definition, I suppose,” said Wednesday, but she knew that they were. And, of course, she had a crush on (Y/N), but that was neither here nor there (another lie).

(Y/N) grinned. “Whatever you say!” They tilted their head. “What are you up to today while everyone else is out?”

“I worked on my novel,” said Wednesday, walking farther down in the room to the row of desks (Y/N) sat out.

“That’s cool. I just slept in, wrote a few melancholy poems about love—very ‘tragic poet’ of me, I know—and came in here to watch a movie,” said (Y/N). “Do you want to join me? If you’re not going to do anything.”

“I had planned to read,” said Wednesday.

“Oh, well, then, have fun,” said (Y/N), a little (lot) disappointed that Wednesday didn’t want to hang out. They knew their crush wasn’t exactly a people-person in any sense of the word, but they had hoped maybe she’d want to spend time with them since they were both alone and friends.

“…How long is this movie?” said Wednesday.

(Y/N) brightened. “A little over an hour.”

Wednesday pretended to consider, but she already knew she was going to stay. (Y/N)’s companionship was nice, and a nice moment alone with her crush would be…pleasant since usually Wednesday was also around other people.

“I will still have time to read,” decided Wednesday. “I’ll stay.” She sat down at the desk next to (Y/N). “What are we watching?”

“Corpse Bride,” said (Y/N). “It’s a fun Tim Burton musical. It’s on the spooky side. My mom and I watched it a lot growing up.”

“Is it a love story?” asked Wednesday.

“Yeah, but it’s got ghosts and murder and mystery, so you’ll enjoy it, too,” said (Y/N).

“You chose something you thought I would enjoy?” said Wednesday, not missing anything.

(Y/N)’s cheeks warmed, and they chuckled nervously. “Well, you know, I knew you’d be in Nevermore, so I thought I’d choose something you’d enjoy in case you came in.”

Wednesday felt the now-familiar—but still disturbing—warmth enter her chest at (Y/N)’s consideration. “That’s…unusual.”

“To think of my friend?” (Y/N) laughed. “You need to get more friends, Wednesday.”

“I don’t have an affinity for people,” said Wednesday.

“Neither do I,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “I guess we make sense together, then. Two people not great with others but okay with each other.”

Wednesday allowed herself a smile. “I suppose so.” She steeled her features and faced the screen. “Now, how much have I missed?”

“Oh, not much! The movie just started. Basically, what you need to know is…” (Y/N) began to ramble.

Wednesday had to fight not to stare at them as they spoke so passionately and happily. It was pleasant to watch them be so happy and bright. Wednesday knew they were right: she and (Y/N) worked well together. They understood each other well, and Wednesday liked that (Y/N) was her friend. And it was nice to know they felt the same way.

It was amusing that neither knew they felt the same in another way.

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marzipanandminutiae · 1 year

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not that I don't like the third option; it's just an interesting contrast

Charles Addams, inventing Wednesday: "wan and delicate" [direct quote]...so melancholy despite stealing traffic signs for fun...has a lot of Feelings...babey

1960s TV show: sweet and kind child, who can throw you across the room if necessary. likes explosives and murder and also gets Upset when knights kill poor innocent dragons in stories

everyone else since then: What If She Was Snarky And Edgy Though

#wednesday addams

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momentosofmelancholy · 2 years

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Okay, in the name of honesty, I’m sick with anxiety about it but I DID IT! I wrote chapter one of the fanfic that has been living in my head since I jumped on the Ghost train. Allow me to present to you:

EL TANGO DE DIABLO CHAPTER ONE: Fairies Wear Sneakers and You’ve Got to Believe Me

Length: 3,300 words // 7 pages

Excerpt:

A large part of him demanded that he give up this entire chase, to remind himself that he could think like a rational person… but there was a small, whispering part of him that believed that if he returned him, he would be murdered. For what reason, he wasn’t sure, but something that he knew with absolutely certainty was that the whisper should not have existed. That if there wasn’t some air of truth to what the letter had detailed, he wouldn’t have felt so inclined to run off the way he had. There was something within him, within this situation that demanded him to listen to his instinctual nature that he often laid to the wayside as nothing more than abject paranoia. However, standing there in the wake of his cold-sweat realizations, he knew that he only had one option that resulted in a future with breath in his tired lungs.

#my work #my writing #el tango de diablo #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanart #ghost fanfiction #papa iii #terzo #papa terzo #terzo x the devil #terzo fic #the devil #melancholy addams original #melancholy addams #wattpad #wattpad fic #shitghosting #please believe me

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amethystamanda · 3 months

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Fountain Pen Mini-Set (pencil override plus deco pen and ink pot)

I needed a pencil override for my decades challenge save, and realized that the most accurate thing that I could find was probably no override at all. Quills went out around the 1850s, and modern pens didn't arrive until around the 1960s, and in between there was nothing that I could find.

A child in the 1890s would have needed something to write with that they could take to school the next day (...assuming they had homework, but we're playing a game where they do, so...), and they wouldn't have used a quill. A pencil, maybe, but not one with an eraser attached, and not anything like a modern pencil. If they used a pen, it would have been a dip pen or a fountain pen.

This pen could be considered somewhat accurate from any time from the 1850s (as a dip pen) to the 1950s (as a fountain pen; the change from dip pen to fountain pen would have happened around the 1890s)--or use it for more modern times if you want. It will be used anywhere that a sim normally pulls a pencil out if thin air their pocket. It's a bit chunkier than most of the oldest pens look to be, but it needs to fit the animation and the game, I wanted it to cover a range of time periods, and there were some thicker older pens.

It's dark blue (could pass for black in most lights) with gold details and nib, including the manufacturer's name. It's not fancy as many pens were--it's not completely gold and doesn't have highly patterned designs--so that it can be used by a wider range of households.

It's also my first mesh made from scratch, and I learned quite a but making it, but if anything's off, let me know.

Then I decided I wanted the clutter to go with it. So there's also a deco pen (capped) and a bottle of ink in something close to the shape that a bottle of ink from the 1800s to the early 1900s may have been.

Currently they come in one swatch, to match the pen. I may add more at some point if I decide I want them, but for now, it's just a matching set.

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You can only use one pen override at a time, so if you want to use this one, remove any others--and if you want to use another, remove this one.

Download: http://simfileshare.net/folder/221356/

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CC in the historical screenshots:

Linzlu's dry sink and pie safe, and Vampireloreskill's keroseeing lamp, updated by @jewishsimming https://jewishsimming.tumblr.com/post/657737836277252096/historical-buildbuy-objects-made-off-the-grid-hey

kat-simss homework default (Addams) by @kat-simss https://kat-simss.tumblr.com/post/646219971991601152/mcguffeys-reader-historical-homework-defaults

Vintage Ringlets by @the-melancholy-maiden https://www.patreon.com/posts/vintage-ringlets-66568675

Kirsten Meet Dress and Pantalettes by @linzlu https://linzlu.tumblr.com/post/660996937225502721/meet-kirsten-kirstens-meet-dress-was-one-of-my

The lot that is in the screenshot with my decades child Virginia is from the Antiquated Brindleton save by @antiquatedplumbobs https://antiquatedplumbobs.tumblr.com/post/716237011833487360/antiquated-brindleton

(The other screenshots are cc and mod free except for this set, in Cordelia's Secret Cottage in Henford-on-Bagley)

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kraken17 · 10 months

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In honor of the late great Raul Julia and your awesome fics, especially Woe & Saint-Clair. A little ficlet for you.

It was a proud dark and dreary day for one Gomez Addams, the day he got a phone call from Nevermore about his darling daughter's ghastly inappropriate behavior.

To say he was worried about Wednesday was an understatement. Months had passed and not a peep from law enforcement about her time at school. No begging letters to remove her from the school from parents of her peers. He had been expecting at least 3 murder attempts and an arson case by now.

It was deeply unsettling.

No amount of time on the torture rack with his beautiful wife could stop his worry. So much he kept eyeing Puberts silky dark locks to make sure the bouncing blonde curls hadn't made their reappearance. Sadly he and his beloved saber never had the chance to charge into the school grounds to rescue his heir from the clutches of whatever is causing her such..melancholy.

Now entering the office of a rather fetching enraged tall blonde, Gomez couldn't stop the grin on his face.

His little Wednesday Addams, caught “fornacating” on school grounds with another girl. Impaling the teacher who found them with forbidden cursed knives.

A chip of the old Addams block!

He looked to the two figures sitting in front of the desk that now housed one furious shape-shifter, whilst helping Morticia sit in the spare chair next to Wednesday.

Wednesday sat as regal as ever, every inch her mothers daughter. Her hastily thrown on uniform however was telling a different story. Black school tie now accidentally replaced with a blue one, buttons hastily buttoned up in the wrong order, blazer missing entirely and various red hickeys standing out gravely against a porcelain throat. Finally Lips that were trying hard to stay in a straight line were swollen and bruised.

Her paramour sitting in a relaxed carefree manor, her arm around the back of Wednesday's chair. Long fingers playing with the stray hairs that had escaped Wednesday's usually immaculate braids. Fingers that were surprisingly still attached to her hand thought Gomez.

The young scoundrel's uniform matching Wednesday's in disarray, but somehow worse. The few buttons she had left on her shirt, only buttoned up enough to not cause her poor principal an aneurysm. Black tie partly hanging out her trousers pocket. Brown hair resembling a bird's nest more than anything else. And a cat that got the canary lazy grin on her blushing face.

Gomez decided at that moment that the Addams family surely had found a new member.

Oh my God… this is absolutely perfect 😍 Thank you so much!

#wenclair #wednesday addams #the addams family #kooky spooky

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ryuichirou · 3 months

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what fandoms were you in long before twisted wonderland? I mean like over 10 years ago.

Anon, thank you for this question because it made us sit down and actually look through the albums of my old art and write a list LOL We thought it’d take like 30 minutes tops + 10 minutes to write all of this down, but it took 2+ hours yikes… So sorry, no other replies today :(

And made us realise just how much we revisit certain fandoms 🤦‍♂️ I guess we’re loyal!

Some of them were just very brief phases when we watched/rewatched something, I drew like 5 sketches for this thing and we moved on after about a week. But it was still prominent enough for us to feel like “Oh right, Ryu was drawing (this) back then”. Damn, 2013-2016 were insane, we were jumping around so much… When did these people have time to watch and draw so much shit??

Since this blog is very old, you can find some of my very old shitty fanart for a lot of those here. In all honesty, I really want to draw fanart on some of the more obscure and old ones again… if you have questions about any of this, feel free to ask!

2007: W.I.T.C.H., Oban Star Racers, Naruto lol my very young years

2008: Petshop of Horrors, Yami no Matsuei, Gravitation

2009: Hetalia, Vocaloid

2010: Vocaloid, Terra e…, Shoujo Kakumei Utena, Hetalia

2011: Terra e, Kaze to Ki no Uta, Sound Horizon, Hetalia, Magi (mostly Judal), Kuroshitsuji (a little bit)

2012: Homestuck, Prince of Tennis, Sengoku Basara, Sound Horizon, DC (Batman + Robin, mostly Tim Drake), Thor, Danny Phantom, Amnesia: The Dark Descent, ATLA, Adventure time, D. Gray-Man

2013: Ed Edd n Eddy, Sound Horizon, Penumbra Overture, Lucius, Thor, Hetalia, Dan Vs, Hannibal, Shingeki no Kyojin, Death Note, Bakuman, Neon Genesis Evangelion, South Park, Durarara, The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, Litchi Hikari Club, Hellsing Ultimate, Yami no Matsuei, Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, Game of Thrones, Hannibal, the Simpsons

2014: Kuroko no Basket, Hadaka Shitsuji, Hoozuki no Reitetsu, Gravitation, Shingeki no Kyojin, Tytania, Panty&Stocking, Soul Eater, Bleach, Kill la Kill, Hellsing Ultimate, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, Ace Attorney (trilogy + Apollo Justice), Priapus (by Mentaiko/Itto lol I drew him a lot), Togainu no Chi, Outlast, Daria, Scooby Doo, Haikyuu, DMMD, Katekyō Hitman Reborn, Tokyo Ghoul, Free, Kuroshitsuji, Psycho-Pass, Yowamushi Pedal (HUGE!!!!!), D. Gray-man, One-Punch Man

2015: Metalocalypse, ATLOK, Gravity Falls, Guns n’ Roses (yeah the band), Hannibal, Steven Universe, View Askewniverse, the Addams family, Ace Attorney Dual Destinies, DMMD, Life is Strange, Over the Garden Wall, Rick & Morty, South Park, Miraculous Ladybug, Undertale, Watchmen

2016: Supernatural, Peanuts, Osomatsu-san, Outlast, Until Dawn, BioShock Infinite, Code Geass, LoTR, Game of Thrones, Hetalia, House MD, Zootopia, Shingeki no Kyojin, D. Gray-man, Hellsing Ultimate, LA Noir, Percy Jackson books, South Park

2017: American Horror Story, Danganronpa, Neon Genesis Evangelion, ATLA, Homestuck, Yuri on Ice (super briefly), Outlast 2, D. Gray-man, DMMD, Hetalia, Gravitation, Monster, Dream Daddy, Junji Ito, Boku no Hero Academia, Osomatsu-san, South Park, Hannibal

2018: Voltron, Danganronpa, Devilman (Crybaby and classic), Homestuck, Berserk, Gravitation, Bungo Stray Dogs (briefly), Gintama, Hellsing Ultimate, Hetalia, BTS, Priapus (he came back), LoTR, Togainu no Chi, Sweet Pool, Detroit Become Human

2019: Tanya Grotter books, Hannibal, Homestuck, D.Gray-man, Hunter x Hunter, Danganronpa, Durarara, ACCA: 13-Territory Inspection Dept., Soul Eater, ATLA, Witcher 3, Shingeki no Kyojin

2020: Shingeki no Kyojin, briefly Uncharted 4 and BioShock Infinite

2021: Shingeki no Kyojin, ATLA, Sk8, Jujutsu Kaisen, Squid Game

2022: The Great Ace Attorney, Sadistic Beauty, Hades, Mirai Nikki (suddenly), Akira, Encanto, the Gray House (the House In Which, it’s a book), Cowboy Beebop, Fight Club, It (2017), Stranger Things, LoTR, Uncharted, Hetalia, Frozen (more like Hans/Anna lol), Kuroshitsuji, Twisted Wonderland

2023-2024: Mostly Twisted Wonderland, but we also posted some Scott Pilgrim stuff at the very beginning of this year.

I guess this is it. Woah…

#replies

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nylpad · 7 months

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A PHANTOM'S DANCE

Warnings: Mild horror, Grief, Existential themes, Emotional intesity

In the shadow-clad halls of the Addams family mansion, where the unusual is the norm, and the morbid is celebrated, there existed a love story that transcended the boundaries of life and death. Wednesday Addams, the embodiment of stoic melancholy, found her heart entwined with a spirit, Y/N, who had met a tragic end.

Y/N's presence was a whisper in the night, a chill in the air that danced through the corridors. Wednesday, with her raven hair and piercing gaze, would play her cello, the deep, haunting melodies a beacon for Y/N's soul. The ghost, ethereal and light, would sway and twirl to the rhythm, her form flickering like the flame of a candle in the dark.

The cello's voice was the thread that connected them, a symphony of sorrow and love that filled the grand hall. Wednesday played with a passion reserved for her spectral lover, each note a testament to their undying bond.

One fateful evening, as the moon hung heavy in the velvet sky, Wednesday decided to entrust the cello to Thing, the disembodied hand with a talent for the arts. With Thing's dexterous fingers upon the strings, Wednesday stepped away from her usual place behind the cello.

She approached Y/N, her movements deliberate and full of purpose. For the first time, they danced together, not as musician and audience, but as partners intertwined. The music enveloped them, and for a moment, the barrier between life and death seemed to blur.

They moved as one, the living and the dead, in a dance that was both a farewell and a promise—a promise that love, in all its forms, endures. And as the final note echoed through the hall, it was clear that though Y/N had departed from the mortal world, in Wednesday's heart, she would forever remain..

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danzaloreley · 2 years

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Earthbound

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x harpy!Reader

Summary: Parents’ Weekend brings up painful memories and guilt.

Warning: angst, violence, swearing

The arrival of Parents’ Weekend was a bittersweet sensation. You would be able to meet the infamous Addams family and you would see your mother, whom Wednesday would probably meet as well. Both of you stood in the quad watching as everyone went to greet their parents. You watched as a party of three all dressed in black and white strutted in. “Darling, it’s so wonderful to see you again.” a tall beautiful woman said with joy. “Look at you, my little storm cloud. What awful delights have graced Nevermore?” you assumed Wednesday’s father asked while holding onto her shoulders. “Nevermore still remains a mind numbing penitentiary as any other school. The only true news of note would be Y/N becoming the owner of my dead heart.” she deadpanned while stepping aside to let you present yourself.

They looked taken aback as you stepped forward. “My name is Y/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you.” there was a calmness and amusement in your voice as you scanned over them and waved at the young boy. “Morticia, Gomez and Pugsley if I recall correctly?”

To say that you were swamped with questions is an understatement at least they entertained you.

Thirty minutes in and you saw a female figure stand at the entrance. Tall with long wavy hair, scar on the left side of her visage with a milky eye. A single dark slate grey wing with black tips. Clad in a deep emerald suit and matching heels.

The moment you spotted her a wave of happiness and sorrow filled your chest. Standing quickly you head towards her, but not before placing a kiss on your girlfriend’s lips. “Be right back, mi vida.”

Wednesday could feel there was a certain tension coming off of you. There was a melancholy that stood over you since the morning. She wondered if your mother had anything to do with it. You looked happy to see her, you smiled and spoke to her with ease. But there was hint of sadness in your eyes. Watching as you both started making your way back she sat a little straighter.

Lunch had been nothing but smooth sailing. Thankfully everyone seemed to get along wonderfully which it’s all you could’ve hoped for. You snuck away to take some time to yourself sitting on the edge of your bed.

“You’re missing my parents incessant joy on our relationship. Can’t blame you, the last thing I want is for them to remind me they were right.” the dark haired girl stood right infront of you and placed a finger under your chin to make you face her. “What’s wrong, cara mia?” tears started to gather in your eyes. “Being near my mother for too long is excruciating.” She wanted to press further but decided against it. Instead she took a place right next to the harpy, holding her hand to stop her from picking at the hamster skull in her hands. “ Its my fault.”

“Y/N, let’s go! We’re taking our little trip today.” the woman laughed as she ran behing the small black puff of feathers. Catching her she hugged her while the girl giggled. “We’re gonna go see snow! You’ve been so excited to see it haven’t you, anahera?”

The trip was long. Taking a flight and then the journey to the ski resort, but all throughout it was smiles and squeals from both of them. The moment they arrived the girl flopped face first into the snow. “That was quick.” the woman picked up the girl seeing she had a mouthful.

They’re days were being spent doing everything from building snowmen to snowball fights and snow angels. Every night they had hot cocoa and sat by the fire while the girl listened to the scary stories her mother had heard or came up with herself.

On the fourth day they had taken to the slopes. They had been practicing the days prior, just precaution to not end up hurt on the big ones. Y/N took a plunge and midway through took a dive on the snow. She laughed while being pulled out where she was buried by a group of guys. They set her down and looked her over. “Are those real?” one of the pulled forcefully on the small wing causing the girl to yelp. “Get your hands off.” the girl’s mother stomped over with fury. She grabbed her small hand to walk away and picked up the board before starting to head down.

“You freaks aren’t meant to be in our world. All you are is a bunch of monsters running around like you’re actual people.” the man yelled picking up snow, balling it up and throwing it at the woman’s head while the others laughed. She continued her trekk down while being pelted. The man followed irritated as he was being ignored and had a bright idea. He quickly reached and plucked a feather from the little girl.

The swing of the board to the man’s face cracked loudly, nose busted. “YOU DUMB FUCKING CUNT.” the next thing the girl saw was a ski pole tearing through her mother’s face and imbedding in her socket. The woman was swarmed by the three of them, knocked down to the ground and beaten with blows from snowboards, kicks and punches. The small girl cried and jumped on top of her to try and make them stop. Before she could be struck her mother put the child under her. Shock of pure pain shooting through all her nerves as the snowboard shattered the base of her wing. Scared of her little girls safety she transformed with a harsh beat of her wings knocking them away.

As they started getting up again and seeing a monstrous form in feathers towering over, they ran. Cowards. Taking in her mother’s form she saw how her eye was damaged and the left wing barely was holding on. Bones jutting out sharply, the only connection a string of muscles. She was bleeding profusely, yet still cradled the girl close whispering sweet nothings. The girl couldn’t feel or hear her own blood curdling screams and only held on to the feathers on her mother.

“A family heard my screaming and ran to us. There was no way to salvage the damage done.” your voice was raw from the crying. Wednesday held you, she was filled with anger. She would murder anyone for the hurt you felt. “Not a single thing that happened was your fault. Do not blame yourself for the actions of someone else.” her thumb cleaned away the tears that fell.

“We never should’ve gone. I kept asking to see snow. She’s in pain every second of every day because of me.” before Wednesday could refute your words there was a knock on the door. It was open with your mother standing there tears flowing slowly. “May I?” The girls stood swiftly, Y/N cleaning her face and sniffling.

“I’ll be back later, mi amor.” Wednesday placed a hand on your chest soothingly. You’re body relaxed at her touch and assured her with a nod that it was okay. Your mother entered and watched as the dark girl left closing the door behind her. “She’s right. None of it is your fault, manu iti.”

They spent quite a bit talking about what happened. There was no way she ever need to feel how she felt and her mother knew this. She would spend every second remind her.

There was not an ounce of blame placed on her.

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dialsforshutup · 2 years

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"Please Don't Leave Me alone"

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader, no use of Y/N

Angst angst annngsstttt, not proofread, english isn’t my first language!

taglist: @thearkhamknightsqueen @thegoddamnfeels @larissaweemsrealwife @madammedusasplace @miaivy

Requested by anon!

It had been a few weeks since Wednesday had approached you with the idea of assisting her with her ongoing investigation regarding the string of murders that have plagued Jericho for a while now. A few weeks since you have been tiptoeing by your fellow co-workers to keep your assistance under-wraps, Principal Weems especially. She was adamant at stopping Wednesday’s investigations once and for all, and would surely cost you your job and respect she had towards you if she found out that you were helping her- all staff members were expected to make sure she wasn’t investigating it after all. Not to mention your personal close ‘friendship’ with the principal would be tarnished. But for some odd reason, when the melancholy girl approached your desk after you had just finished teaching one of your classes and explained to you the dire-ness of the situation, you believed her. What would she be gaining from lying about this after all? It’s true, the Addams’s were known for their signature dark flair on things, but she looked serious enough.

You’ve been helping her collect evidence and find conclusive data for her case, while also making sure she doesn’t get into any danger. But you didn’t consider yourself getting into danger, let alone life threatening danger. The idea of it went over your head as you were in the depths of the forest at night, crouching behind a log with Wednesday to your left. You were looking at some sort of twisted hideout, covered in vines and leaves- to the uninformed it would seem abandoned. But the data that Wednesday and yourself had collected over the course of weeks pointed this exact hideout to be that of the Monster’s resting place. Everything was going smoothly, until it didn’t anymore.

“I hear rustlin-“ Wednesday began. That was right as the rustling turned into quick movements, ones that sounded like running, and they were only getting closer. Panic rushed through your very being, you went into a state of fight or flight.

“Run.” You said to the girl besides you, who was frozen in place.

“Wha-“

“RUN!!”

Wednesday didn’t question you any further and did as you said, it would cause serious problems if Wednesday was hurt by the monster- or worse. Enough students had gotten hurt, it was your responsibility as part of the Nevermore staff to always protect them. And so you did, bravely enough, and stared into the eyes of the monster as it approached…. Only it wasn’t a monster?? It was, Ms Thornhill?

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That’s all you remember after looking down and seeing Ms Thornhill’s signature red boots. After that, you just blanked. Thornhill had realized that you recognized her, and surely, she wouldn’t let her plans that she’d been working on for most of her life go down the drain at the hands of you.

All you remember after that was darkness. Not knowing that you were in fact, knocked out. Thankfully, after you hadn’t returned for the school for hours Wednesday went to Principal Weems and confessed every thing. True, she was upset and mad at first that you had been assisting Wednesday with her dangerous escapades and dead-end filled labyrinth of a case. But then she calmed herself down once she had heard of for status quo. She hadn’t even felt herself jump out of her desk and change her expression from a mad one to a concerned one in what seemed to be a matter of seconds. Surely, the normal Principal-Teacher relationship wouldn’t endure such raw, desperate emotions form someone? Especially with that simplicity. In less than a moment’s efforts she had sent a group of staff, guided by Wednesday, to locate and return you to the Nevermore Infirmary.

It’s true, she expected a few bumps and scratches here and there based on what Wednesday had described to her earlier. But nothing would have prepared her for your unconscious state you were lying in when she walked into that secluded Infirmary wing. You looked so calm, laying on the bed with an IV drip in one arm. It was so quiet it hurt, with the quiet drips of the saline solution and the hymn of the A/C being the only condolence in this sickeningly quiet room. She felt the heartstrings, which had been pulled whenever she’d catch a sight of you in the hallways- scrambling to be somewhere- snap in that very moment. Her breathing only got faster and faster, directly in parallel with her ever so beating heart. The thought of loosing you, loosing your smile that shined a room whenever you’d walk into it. The thought of loosing the scent of your flowery perfumed that engulfed all her senses whenever you’d be near. Of your outfits that were so selectively picked to fit your physique just right. And your enthusiasm that uplifted those around you. Larissa Weems was in love, and she had no idea that she was.

What would she do? Without all of you. She had emotionally connected herself to you, and to say that she was a mess in the current moment, your unconscious state laying infront of her, was nothing less of an overstatement. The nurses said that they didn’t know when you’d wake. Didn’t know?!?? Didn’t know. Maybe you would wake in a few days, months, or years. Years….

Years could go by without your presence by her side, she'd feel the loneliness that she'd felt in her heart from the moment she'd graduated from Nevermore herself to the moment you walked into those doors; insisting she hires you for a job. She thought it amusing at first, your confidence in yourself at that moment. But she'd seen the way you uplift others and the way that nobody was there to uplift you. Your friendship with her not only served as a benefit to Weems, who didn't really have that many good friends in the first place but also a benefit to you; Now you had somebody who cared about it- albeit the fact that the both of you spent hours of sleepless nights trying to eradicate the mere thought of each other from your mind. Your friendship had begun to blossom into something more beautiful, something more real and vulnerable. But life was a cruel and fickle thing. Larissa was going to ask you the very next day, ask you about becoming hers and only hers- so why did life play this cruel trick on her? Take you from her hold just as she was going to grasp you, ensure that you were hers and she was yours.

And here she found herself, sitting at the edge of the infirmary bed you were placed upon, minutes began to turn into hours as she sat there staring at the open window in the corner. But she'd wait, regardless if it was days, months, years, or mere hours. She would way for when you awake, and tell you everything she'd been feeling for the time she'd known you. She was too close to losing you, too close for her liking. She would never allow for this to happen again, and if there was a chance you wouldn't wake? She wouldn't know what to do.

"Please don't leave me alone"

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