#nevermore academy backpack

[hislittleraincloud]

Ah, you must be the super delusional one spreading this bull💩 around.

We already covered this on Twitter. It's not the freaking mansion, it's Nevermore.

Once again, slowly : It's a Nevermore backpack and even has the damn sign over Wednesday's head. Nevermore was intentionally designed to look like the mansion.

Can we just talk about how ENID is at the window of the ADDAMS MANOR in the new merch?? Like, Wednesday brought HER home??? Wenclair endgame guys 😌

[ajortga]

can you keep a secret?

pairing: wednesday addams x werewolf fem reader

summary: you miss your girlfriend who's recently transferred to nevermore academy. your persistent whining is able to transfer you to nevermore and cling onto her the whole time there.

word count: 5k+

based off request!

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W and R are in a relationship, W transfers to Nevermore. W and R may not have anything in common, but they do on some things, like R being an outcast as well (a werewolf ), R insists their parents that they transfer to Nevermore too. After they successfully did, R immediately finds W, the outcast's curious to what'll happen to R (obvi doesn't know they knew each other).. Basically every student in Nevermore sees them together everyday. One, asks W who R is to W, she answers truthfully, "They're My Lover." everything and everyone just goes crazy

-

“Cara mia, we live next to each other,” Wednesday says softly, brushing your hair back as you braid her black silky hair.

You hum, a little sad, finishing to braid her two tiny braids that hung low to her chest.

“But I won’t see you in school, baby." A huff escapes your lips as your girlfriend sighs, giving up on trying to coax your madness.

“Or at all,” you add, “you’ll have a damn dorm with some girl that you’ve never seen before. It’s not fair.”

The raven-haired girl rolls her eyes, “I’ll cut off my heart with the sharpest knife I know if I ever started to love someone more than you,” Wednesday suggests, trying to make you feel better.

She cups your cheeks as you refuse to speak and rubs her thumb gently around the pink tint covering them. A way to always make you feel better. Yet she knows better because you certainly don’t look better.

“We’re both outcasts Weds. My stupid parents just won’t allow me to transfer because they think Nevermore is weird. Yet they went to school there. That's not fair."

“They’re just trying to protect you. I'd feel that way too for our daughter if Nevermore had hurt me. If someone ever hurt you, they’re death will be a long one. Sufferable and miserable. So bad that they’ll beg for forgiveness before they bleed out.”

Usually Wednesday would expect you to smile and giggle, but you’re not. Why does your girlfriend have to leave you?

“Can’t you stay?” You ask, voice tiny.

“As much as I sneak out, Mother has already informed everyone including your parents not to let me stay the night. They are used to my.. Tactics per say.”

Your sharp nails from your growth as a soon to be wolfed out werewolf emerges, clawing the wood you attached to your wall when this kind of stuff happens.

"I can sneak you in and I'll even build you a door in my closet," you suggest.

"No, Y/N."

"What if we install a life-like robot and I'll sneak out with you?"

"No."

You huff angrily, slashing the wood.

Wednesday firmly takes your hand, and your hand almost scratches her, yet it stops as you don’t want to hurt her, “Stop that.”

“No,” you state, tugging your hand away and sinking them into the wood, so hard that a big ass dent forms.

Your girlfriend sighs, rolling her eyes as she sweeps her bangs away from her eyes, “I don’t know what you want me to do bambina. Maybe I could.. Sneak you away from this horrid place. But at what cost? Nevermore seems strange. Not strange in a way I’d want to discover in mysteries though.”

She sees the way you sigh, disappointed. Upset.

“You’ll be there for a whole school year, it’s far.”

“I’ll bring my typewriter. Distance won’t change that, swear on my cemetery. I’ll write you letters at night, secretly take the principal's mailbox and send them to you. Or I’ll threaten Thing in my backpack and crawl till he can give it to you.” Wednesday isn’t kidding, her stare is cold, well usually it was cold, but not towards you. “He can suffer in thorns, I’ll stitch him up, just as long as.. You’ll write back?”

You nod, yet you don’t care about the letters, you care about her.

“You’ll send them?”

“Yes.”

“Every night?”

“Yes.”

“What if you begin to stop when you feel like it’s not working anymore?”

“I won’t Y/N.”

“You can’t know that.”

“Oh, but I do.”

"No you don't, you don't know the future."

"But I do know that I won't stop sending my letters. I can feel it."

You stop scratching the wood and you bury yourself on Wednesday, breathing in her scent as you try to comfort yourself. Yet even when the lights are off, your heart is pounding, feeling alone.

-

A tear falls from your cheek as you watch Lurch stuff his trunk, Wednesday talking to her mother and father, while hesitantly hugging Pugsley. 

“You’ll have so much fun.” Morticia says, with a smile, kissing her cheek and staining it slightly with her black lipstick.

“Define fun as boring and a punishment, sure,” Wednesday stiffly responds, yet softens as she looks at you. She takes her mother’s hand off her shoulder and approaches you.

“If you cry, it'll be raining all day. And you don't want it to be all gloomy for you? I don't want my socks wet. A poem, along with two pages written in a small font. One to express my day, and one to express that stupid love so you can sleep peacefully at night with nightmares.” Wednesday says, stopping for a moment, “sweet nightmares,” she adds.

You nod, yet your tear stained cheeks aren’t really helping, she reaches up and wipes it off with her thumb. Then let you hug her, you immediately bury yourself into her and she sighs.

“I’ll be thinking of you, till every grain of sand can be counted.”

You watch her approach the car, then slip in. She has the window scroll down, and you look at her. As the car engine roars, you bite your lip. And slowly watch it wheel away. Slowly jogging till it’s out of sight.

-

It’s been two weeks. And sure enough, Wednesday has kept her promise. She’s sent you letters you’ve kept in your drawer, they’re never repetitive, but always show you love. You like it like that, knowing that it isn’t a chore for her to write letters for you. If anything, they’ve lengthened in size as she's sent more and more.

It makes you miss her a little more. You have to hug your life-sized stuffed animal at night that she sprayed her perfume on. She also left half a bottle on your counter, just in case it runs out. Though it takes longer to sleep, it makes you feel a little better knowing there was something that was like a piece of her beside you.

Thing has visited you, and you know that little guy has a huge memory. You lost the letter you were going to hand Thing, and though you were a little sad, he moved his fingers and you realized you could speak to him for hours and he would tell Wednesday every detail. She had even wrote to you,

~

I owe Thing a thank you, yet he can be provoking at times. He had communicated to me for an hour, thirty minutes, and thirty two seconds about your day. I always wonder what secrets lay in the Addams Family. Yet I’m not quite comprehending why Thing has a big memory space.

Nonetheless, I think about you everyday. My roommate, Enid, has been unpleasant with her interesting taste of fashion and colors. It’s distracting. In a negative way. You’re distracting in a way where I can’t take my eyes off your enticing figure Y/N. Weems had bothered me the whole day, smothered me with questions and made sure I was doing fine. No wonder why mother got along with her so much. Those two are like the same person just one with smothered ink. But, something that sparked my particular interest was that you can dorm with two other people. Thing had told me that there was an accident at your school. If you’d like, which I’d appreciate, could ask your mother about transferring, say it’s dangerous. You aren’t a late wolfer, but convince her possibly that Nevermore can increase your chances. Wish you were here, I hate Mr. Tuesday. That white bunny is always staring at me during my typing time. But I can tolerate him a bit more, knowing you gifted it to me. You love Mr. Tuesday, so I appreciate your gesture. It’s not often I get visions, but they’ve almost made me want to experience them more. I see you in them, baking. Writing to me. It makes me almost happy.

Enid keeps trying to get to know me, she’s a strange soul, but she’s a werewolf, like you. You two are nothing alike, yet I think you two would get along a bit too much. Except you don’t blast random glitter pop music during the night. During my WRITING TIME. Even thinking about it rots my brain. But I miss you cariño. Sleep tight, I’ve left at least 300 things to hide in your house and you’ll never expect where they are. But everyone is special, it’ll make you at least smile a little when I tell you each night. Today’s item is snuck inside your bed, I used Mother’s chainsaw to cut through the wood, it’s a tiny version of Mr. Tuesday. I asked Thing the other day to sneak it in that spot and he sanded the wood back in. It should be a sort of door. But I crocheted it during my free time, there are times where I can’t think during my writing time. That is an understatement, but I only think of you. But I’m hoping you can enjoy it for today.

Love you, sleep cozily,

Weds

-

You smile as you look under your bed, now noticing the small outline from Wednesday’s chainsaw and you open the little compartment to see another crocheted white bunny of Mr. Tuesday. You nuzzle it and place it on your desk. You love him. You even spent a few minutes grabbing white yarn and attaching it to your tote bag.

You think about what Wednesday said, someone had gotten hurt in your school from being stabbed by a senior that was drunk. Obviously he didn’t mean it. But you had seen how anxious your mom got when she found out the news.

It was 11:23PM, and your mom’s room light was illuminated from the hallway. You get out of bed, ruffle your hair, and approach her room. Your only thought is Wednesday.

-

Before you could even ask, you already noticed her holding a black card, the logo of Nevermore Academy apparent. It said in bolded letters, 1965 Jericho’s long lasting Nevermore Academy. One for outcasts.

“Mom?” You said, your voice slowly quiet, and she looked up at you, waving you over.

“Hi honey,” she replies, “I’ve been thinking about the accident at your school. And I know you don’t like that place that much. And as much as I feel like I should keep you there. Your safety is important to me.”

Your excitement grows, you want to have that wide smile off your face.

“So?...” You question, wondering if she was saying what you were thinking she meant.

“And you keep bringing Wednesday up. So me and Morticia talked, and I talked with your father. We’re going to send you to Nevermore, but only if you want to. As long as you write to us every end of the week and call us. We want our little wolf to meet ones like her. It’s not often you find ones like us here.”

You nod.

“Yes!”

You didn't even think it would be that easy.

-

As soon as you get the news you squeal and call Wednesday early in the morning. She responds almost quickly, her voice on the other line, “What brings you to call me this early Y/N?”

“I’m transferring to Nevermore!” You say, you were much more excited but your tired voice betrayed you.

There’s a pause, then a small, “What?”

“I’m coming!”

A laugh and you can almost feel your girlfriend smiling with a toothy grin with her ear pressed to the phone.

“I knew your parents would let you go somehow,” she says, voice more excited, yet anyone else would not notice but you.

You can hear some rustling, “I’m going to ask Weems if you can dorm with me. I can kick Enid out for all I care, yet she isn’t horrible. Just, I’d rather spend it with you if she doesn’t allow a three dorm. Maybe I shouldn’t bring up a three dorm at all.”

“Thing, go back home and ask Father if Lurch can drive Y/N to Nevermore. Actually, include that if he won’t ask, I’ll shave his head off. Also make sure that he sprays two times of her favorite perfume, have her favorite sour candy ready, her headphones, her books, and tell him to pack some melon milk for her too. And her cow stuffie. Make sure he’s playing the playlist she made that’s saved in the car.”

There is a pause, and she makes a small, ‘oh oh’

“Baby,” Wednesday doesn’t call you that much, but when she does you’re over the moon. It usually shows that she’s happy. Really happy, yet her voice is still soft and composed, “I installed a door behind your clothes in your closet, guess we’ll unwrap the 300 presents when we go home. But I got another Mr. Tuesday there, he has some sort of costume on.” 

She pauses, you hear a random girl jumping up and down in the background, squealing about something as your girlfriend groans and presses her ear back into her phone, sending Enid an annoyed glare, “Pack your stuff, I’ll be waiting. I might as well cut my ears off if Enid won’t stop blabbing her mouth off.” You can tell that Wednesday turns her head to face her new roommate, she says louder, since Enid couldn’t hear her talking to you, “Better yet, slice her mouth off.” Then Enid’s squeals die down.

You grin through the phone as you grab out another version of Mr. Tuesday with a mushroom hat, you hug him tight.

The doorbell rings and you hear your mom open it, putting Wednesday on speaker phone.

“I’m almost done packing.”

“Y/N, honey. Mrs. Addams requests to see you,” your mother’s voice echoes through the hallway and you glance at the door.

You don’t know how Wednesday can hear it but she does, “I’m taking into conclusion that she received my message. Oh yes, she replied with those stupid icons. Yet it is one of a thorny rose and a gravestone.”

“Coming!” You stuff your bags, “Be right back.”

-

You almost choke as Morticia brings you into her embrace, hugging her back with an easing gentleness.

“Hello little one,” her soft voice says, the one you find comfort in as much as you do Wednesday’s. She gently rubs your hair, “I informed Lurch for your arrival, he’s outside whenever you’ll be ready dear. I’m so glad you decided to willingly join Nevermore. It has been a place that holds many memories. It’s where I met Gomez and fell in love. Maybe Wednesday and you can find the secrets in it. Go on journeys with her. Dig some graves, set them on fire."

It weird you out, but you smile, nodding, “To spend it with Wednesday is all I need.”

“You’re a special soul, a pure heart I can handle. Now go,” she waves you away, “Don’t keep him waiting for long.”

You give her one last grin and look over your shoulder before turning the corner.

-

After hanging up on Wednesday when you finish packing all your bags, your mother and father hug you goodbye and give you your favorite cranberry juice. Sweet.

It’s cozy in the Addams car, comfortingly with no talk, just the music Wednesday requested (forced) Lurch to play that lingers in your playlist. You feel like a butler with all the requests Wednesday smothered him with.

An hour passes and you can see the way the clouds slightly come into view, then you see the environment change as a sign that reads, “Welcome to Jericho! A Town of History”

Then, you finally see the academy in view, and Lurch arrives right in front, before taking your bags and guiding you to Principal Weems.

“It is my honor to have you here at Nevermore. This school has history, and where you’ll certainly grow,” her smile is wide, a little too welcoming it gets a little scary.

You just give small mumbles and nods, “Well, Morticia called me this morning and I quickly looked through your demographics. It also isn’t a coincidence that you have straight A’s. A 4.3 GPA. Many extracurriculars, and of course, you’re a werewolf. I see.”

“It is no surprise also that you had gone to the same school as another student who just enrolled, Morticia’s daughter, Wednesday. She sure is.. Different. But nonetheless talented. She had asked me yesterday afternoon if it was possible to have a dorm of three, and I’m assuming that you have been planning to dorm with her for the rest of the semester?”

She reads your mind, you immediately nod your head up and down, “Yes.”

“Well, most of the 3 dorms have been occupied, but her and Enid seem to have a slow relationship. I’ll have her in my office today, but by the end of the night or tomorrow morning I’ll give you my answer.” Weems scribbles on a note, writes some address and a name, “You’ll be rooming with Yoko, sound okay?”

You nod.

“Alright, I’ll call Enid up, for your guide.”

“..Guide?”

She nods, “Of course, we have many classes you can do, and people you can meet. She knows this place well, and I know that she’ll open up your shell.”

-

As Wednesday watches Enid leave, a soft grin forms on her face as she unties Thing from the random crocheted pink jacket Enid made for him.

Her eyes scan Enid as the door closes, then she turns to him, “I’m expecting Y/N is here. I’ve crocheted a questionable amount of Mr. Tuesdays.” She informs, “I shouldn’t have admitted that,” Wednesday sighs, as she pulls out the drawer next to her to reveal at least 40 assorted sizes of the same bunny. There were some in outfits, wigs. Wednesday almost finds it as therapeutic as her writing time. She crochets them whenever Enid leaves their dorm.

Thing smacks his head, and the braided girl glares at him, “Don’t judge me, I can cut off your fingers any time,” she threatens, seeing the way Thing surrendered with two fingers up in the air.

Then he moves around his fingers and does random hand movements.

“You think I’d follow Enid and try to make conversation with Y/N so much that Enid will get suspicious? You’d really think I’d do that?” 

Thing agrees.

“Then, you know me too well, let’s go.”

-

“Enid, glad you’re- Wednesday? It seems like you’ve tagged along,” Weems adds as she almost seems surprised, looking at her. If anything, the look in her eye is cautious.

“Yes,” Wednesday responds, trying to avoid the way your eyes almost smile as you look at her, but if anyone else were to look at you, they wouldn’t notice. “I’ve decided to accompany Enid, this is much more exciting than some other events at Nevermore,” she adds again, not entirely rude.

You sit in the middle while Wednesday takes the only left seat available, scooches her chair closer. Her hand rubs over yours after meeting under the covers of Weem’s desk. She takes note of how a small smile creeps on your face when Weem talks because of that.

“This is actually so awesome,” the blonde cheers next to you, making you turn your head and turn it, confused.

“We’re both werewolves silly! We should dorm 3 together! Wait, are there even any 3 dorms left?” When the principal shakes her head no, Enid sighs, “Then Wednesday can pair with Yoko. Actually, she barely even talks to Yoko, let alone handle her better than she’ll be able to handle me.”

You blink, glance at Wednesday for a moment and she shakes her head frantically.

“What if I dorm with her?”

The question leaves everyone silent, well everyone is surprised but Wednesday.

“You’d want to room with Wednesday while Enid rooms with Yoko?”

There's a lingering silence as you look around, “Why not? I'd like to get to know her better,” you lie. The most you want to do is get to talk to your girlfriend again.

"Oh. You don't want to, you know, get to know Wednesday before actually having to dorm with her?"

"Nope."

"Well, then that’s settled for your dorm. I’ll have to file Enid for a dorm change. But I’d like to ask if that is okay for both Wednesday and Enid.”

“Yes,” your girlfriend immediately responds, then coughs a little to cover up her excitement that’s masked behind her calm demeanor. “I can take a break from someone that is the complete opposite of me.

“I’d be happy to dorm with Yoko, at least I can have my music playing at night and my glitter-”

“My ears are bleeding Enid, don’t mention that word you just said.”

“Glitter?” Enid questions.

“No.”

You giggle from your girlfriend’s demeanor, squeezing her hand under the desk.

-

“This is Ophiela Hall! You don’t need to find your people here, you can make plenty of friends in other groups, but you have a group of werewolves! And what makes it even better is that we haven’t wolfed out!” Enid jumps up and down and you watch her legs bounce up and down, up and down. She’s like a whole party.

People give you two small looks, both you and Wednesday can tell they’re almost surprised she tagged along with someone whos new. It makes you smile a little.

Your girlfriend notices them whispering about you. Not anything bad, you seem like the sweetest person out of them all, but they’re whispering about the two of you. Even Bianca gives you a cautious look, but you’re too distracted to know what their saying as Enid keeps talking to you and dragging you along. Wednesday follows like a puppy.

“Enid, hey.” A boy speaks up, and you turn around at the new voice, he’s wearing blue and a beanie. The same tie everyone is wearing.

“Oh hi Ajax, this is Y/N. She’s new and I’m showing her around.”

A glare is thrown at Ajax as your girlfriend exhales. You give a small wave, “Hi.”

“You a werewolf too?”

You nod, seeing the way his hat kind of turns sideways, poking some peeking out snakes back into it. That’s scary.

The bell rings and you look around, confused, Enid grabs the paper you stuck in your bag.

“Oh, hey! Your next class is with Wednesday and I, it’s just plant anatomy with Thornhill. Come on.”

-

Somehow Wednesday gets Xaiver to move away from her, so now you’re sitting next to her.

“What the hell is this class?”

“Thornhill just talks about plants. The only entertaining aspect of this is that I like seeing Bianca fail to beat me. Though that goes in almost everything.”

The auburn hair girl turns around, with a wide smile and fairly big glasses for the size of her head.

“It’s a pleasure to have a new student, I’m glad to have you in our third period class Y/N.”

You embarrassingly smile, everyone looking at you, some with smiles and some with just small glances. 

“Could you give us the formula on how to turn this plant into a…” Thornhill goes on and you look at the plant, it seems it’s a Ghost Orchid.

You answer almost immediately, and Wednesday nudges you with her foot to almost say a ‘yay.’

Bianca stares at you as Thronhill clasps her hands together, “Exactly, you know your plants well. I’m sure you’ll excel here. Today we’ll have a change of assignments. It’ll be a challenge for duos against other duos and whoever answers first, and correctly for that fact, will earn a point till all the questions run out. Sound easy enough? Alright, let me get my cards ready.”

A knowing smirk grows in between you two, “We’ll win in no time,” Wednesday states, you look at the duos. It’s you and her, Enid and Yoko, Bianca and Divina, and other people you have no clue about, including Xaiver.

The game starts and before Thornhill can even get to the end of the question, you and Wednesday slap the bell, giving out the answer.

“Quick hands,” Xavier mumbles.

“That’s correct! Great job girls.”

The game goes on, and you’re tied with Bianca’s team. The silence can be cut with a knife as the two duos anticipately wait for the question. As Thornhill begins to read out the question, it takes you two a while to know the answer. Bianca and Divina seem stuck.

It’s several moments before the learning in your past catches up to you, slamming the bell and saying out the answer.

“Correct once again! You two win, great job! You can grab a succulent or stick to two pieces of candy that’s probably expired at the end of class.”

You and Wednesday high-five and to say the least, everyone is surprised because the braided-hair girl never let’s anyone touch her.

-

Weeks have past, and you’ve never been happier. Giving ideas for Wednesday’s stories that even she never thought about, helping her crochet more Mr. Tuesdays, so much that she had thing steal a laundry basket from Weem’s office, and even braid her hair and put black ribbons. She’s grateful to have you at Nevermore, her stories have been expanding because of you.

Your always stuck to her side, fencing playfully with her, even willing to go out in the woods with her. But she hasn’t went out since your arrival, knowing that you wouldn’t want to leave her side, and she certainly doesn’t want you getting hurt.

Even you and her worked together designing a matching cat on your black and white pajamas.

It’s fun when you two get to talk about life when you two are in your dorms, even better when you two are on the balcony and watching the stars. Wednesday plays the cello while you sing. She loves that she has someone that she puts her closed-off personality aside for.

“I love it, you look so pretty with bows baby,” you say, tying the ribbon.

“You look pretty with bows or without cara mia.” 

“Shut ‘p,” you say, smacking her arm lightly as she wraps her arms around you and rubs your hair.

It’s not long till Weems announce that it’s time for lunch.

Wednesday gets up, signalling you to come with her, but when you don’t, she comes back to sit next to you.

“I’m just looking for my necklace, you can go ahead, it won’t take long, promise.”

She sighs, and nods for a moment, then points at Thing, “Help her.”

Thing waves his hands as she blows a soft air kiss and closes the door.

-

It’s sprinkling a little bit when Wednesday is outside.

“How does Wednesday act so non-hazardous with Y/N? It’s honestly impressive.”

“That’s not impressive, how the hell does she not smack her or give her glares? Do you not see the way her eyes actually look normal when she looks at her? Not even normal, they’re gentle! Plus she was the first to go run and get a bandaid when Y/N accidentally got a paper cut.”

It’s like they summoned the girl, who’s holding a plate of her lunch.

Enid smiles and Wednesday sits down, looking at everyone.

“Are you seriously speaking about me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“We want to know why the hell you are actually sweet with Y/N.”

“You could’ve used any word besides sweet.”

“Baby-like?”

“Even worse.”

“Don’t dodge the question,” Bianca adds, somehow now being in this conversation, “You killed the biggest spider that was crawling to her, for her.”

“She doesn’t like spiders. Who wouldn’t use not being afraid of spiders to protect someone who is?”

Bianca blinks, then wrinkles her nose, “If it was me you’d certainly let it bite me.”

“Well that’s different.”

Everyone at the table groans, “Exactly!”

“What did I tell you?”

“The only person you’d not let it bite is Y/N, we just want to know why.”

“I’m protecting her because she’s my girlfriend.”

Everyone turns their head to her, “What?”

Enid slams her fists to the table, “I fucking knew it. I knew it! Ajax, you owe me five dollars. I CALLED IT.”

“The Wednesday Addams actually has a girlfriend?”

“Why didn’t we catch on?”

“They’re kinda cute together- don’t even speak or she’ll actually cut your head off if you say cute.”

Everyone is arguing with each other, going crazy. But by the time they cool down and look at where Wednesday was sitting, her seat is empty.

Then everyone looks around and sees her draping her black jacket over your tiny figure, she pulls you closer to her chest as you hold onto her. (Let’s say she’s atleast 4 inches taller than 5’1 in this.) You tug her big jacket over your shoulders as you hug her. She holds onto you and guides you to the table, kissing your forehead and brushing your damp hair.

Even when she comes back, she bends down and takes the butterfly that’s resting on your hair and places it on your hand. “I heard somewhere that if a butterfly lands on you, it means that they see you as a beautiful flower.” 

“I never heard that before.”

“I know, I made that up.”

Everyone starts screaming again, making your girlfriend and your heads snap at them.

“Look at them!”

“Aw! So cute!”

“I want to say this is disgusting but they’ll be my roman empire soon enough.”

You turn back to her, seeing her eyes soften, almost happily, "You told them?”

“I didn’t know why they didn’t conclude to that in the beginning.”

Bianca groans, rolling her eyes as everyone is screaming, then Xavier chimes in. "Back to that spider scenario. I definitely think Wednesday would kill it for me."

You glare at him, clinging onto your girlfriend a little more like a koala. She rubs your back as you tighten your arms around her.

"Your sense of self-love is filled with stupidity. I'd kill the spiders that are harmless to you and leave the ones that are most venomous and ugly looking for people like you, have some respect."

Xavier goes quiet, making a defeated grunt.

Everyone does their little, 'awws' again. You turn to her, now that everyone knows about your status.

“At least we can kiss in the hallways?”

“Maybe save that for the dorms.”

“Can we kiss right now?”

Wednesday’s eyebrows lift up, and she sighs, turning you away from the group and giving you a light kiss, as your lips press together, she nudges a small Mr. Tuesday now with inverted colors, a black bunny. They're both holding hearts and have a star over their head.

"Now Mr. Tuesday has a Mr. Wednesday," she says softly, tucking her black jacket tighter around you as you continue hugging her.

"And Miss. Y/L/N has a Miss. Addams."

[jazzyoranges]

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Wednesday Addams x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Summary: based on this ask!

Words: 1.4k

A/n: this kinda doesn’t have a plot 😭 whoopsies

Warnings: blood, wounds, i swear it’s not angsty R just takes a small tumble lol

“Did it hurt?”

“What, when I fell from heaven?” You crack a smile at your very hilarious joke, but Wednesday does her version of a huff and an eye-roll

“Apologies, I should have elaborated better.” You wince a little in pain as Wednesday disinfects the open wound on your knee and the smaller cuts around your body

The Addams girl was taking Thing and her pet bird, aka you, for a walk outside Nevermore in the forest that surrounded the academy as she watched you loop around in circles. She’d assume you were training for some competition if she didn’t know your personality enough, but Wednesday ultimately came to the conclusion you just had the bird equivalent of zoomies

You squawked at other birds as you passed them by in their trees, and Wednesday made a mental note to ask you if you could actually talk and understand them. Her hypothesis was that you couldn’t and you were just making animal noises for your own amusement

Either her hypothesis was true and you had no idea what you said, or you knowingly called a bird a slur. The previous was probably true due to the horrified expression on your face as a murder of crows you were “talking” to started chasing you down. You must’ve squawked something real bad for all of them to come after you.

You miss the smirk Wednesday has on her face.

The crows must’ve overwhelmed you pretty bad, because next thing she knew you were hitting every single branch of a tree in human form. Was that intentional? She’d have to ask you about it later. After she made sure you weren’t dead, of course

Wednesday arrived just in time for you to almost slam straight into her head, but a simple side step caused you to eat shit instead. There was a very noticeable and loud thump when your head hit a tree root. Wednesday would’ve been more concerned if you didn’t immediately curl into the fetal position, mumbling about how you’d take a nap right then and there

Either shapeshifters were gods, or you just had a really fucking thick skull. Wednesday internally smiled at the thought.

The Addams girl was well aware of the smelling salts in her backpack for times like these, but she looked at Thing for what he wanted to do to get you up. You could wait… probably.

After some inspection, Thing decided it was best to call Enid to carry you back to their dorm. The wound on your knee would only make you limp and cause more pain.

Wednesday made sure to keep you alive, though. She poked you with a stick here and there and gave you reassurance, which she saw you smile at.

You were prone to accidents. Both of the Addams knew you were fine. Truly, it was just another Tuesday. Wake up, go to class, take girlfriend and Thing on a walk, you break a bone, it was all a part of the schedule

It wasn’t even a shapeshifter thing either, you just refused to die. Which the Addams was ultimately grateful for, but your ability to visit death like a close friend had Wednesday just a little jealous

A groan of pain from the back of your throat brings the shorter girl back to the present

“Why did you turn human in the middle of the sky?”

“Whenever I shift I have to really concentrate on it the entire time, so I guess those crows just really fucked me up and messed with my focus” You sigh

“Is it hard? To keep concentration, I mean.” Wednesday starts to wrap the bigger wound on your knee with a bandage wrap

“I’ve been doing it forever, so it’s kinda easy. Not when you’re getting jumped by crows, though…”

“Could you not just shift a pair of wings for yourself?”

“I was already focusing on having the thick skull of a ram.” You knock on your head for effect. “How do you think I haven’t died yet?”

Oh so it was a shapeshifter thing. She was right about your thick skull, though

“Perhaps you should tell Enid that,” Wednesday gets up from her kneeling position in front of you. “She almost fainted carrying you on the way here and I have reason to believe it isn’t because you’re heavy.”

“Maybe I should get her something as compensation…” You mumble to yourself as Wednesday helps you out of the bathroom, using her as a crutch so you can flop onto her bed

The Addams girl sits beside you, your face buried in her sheets. Both of you fall into a comfortable silence as Wednesday continues to stare at you, her mind coming up with endless questions about your abilities.

If concentration was a constant concern, was Wednesday not giving you not enough credit? To focus on multiple tasks at once, surely it was hard for someone as air-headed as you. But then again, you have been doing this for your entire life. Did your concentration come as easy as breathing? Was it so natural you barely noticed it?

And surely the process hurt, right? Your molecules were repositioning themselves to fit the look of an entirely different being. What was there a difference between you and Weems?

What were your limitations? Wednesday would like to test them. Maybe if she’d ask kindly enough you’d-

“Ask your questions, Wens” You mumble into her soft bedsheets, your voice snapping Wednesday out of her thoughts

“Pardon?”

“We’re girlfriends. You can read my mind as much as I can read yours”

“And your logical explanation for that, is..?”

“Girlfriend magic.” You hold up your hands while shaking them, and Wednesday immediately recognizes the jazz hands you had quite an addiction to

“Another day, it’s best you rest.”

This makes you turn your head to look at Wednesday, a smile threatening to take over your face

“I don’t understand why people don’t believe me when I say you’re the romantic one” You gush

“Unless you want me to bombard you with questions until morning rises, I’d suggest you stay quiet.”

“Yes ma’am” You pull down Wednesday on her bed, shoving your face into the shorter girls collar.

From that day forward Wednesday asks you one question a day about your abilities, and you make sure to answer them as best as you can. It was something Wednesday appreciated about you.

Answers would span from 15 minutes to almost 2 hours long. There were some days you had to pull out the whiteboard that was collecting dust in the bee shed, writing and drawing out key information

At first it was casual, it really was. But a month later it was almost like class with how the Addams had a book and a half filled with information about you. A class Wednesday could actually get behind.

She’s learned every shapeshifter is different. Some turn into people, some turn into animals, and others can turn into both. So the book and a half was really just information about you, which Wednesday wasn’t exactly opposed to

Meditation seemed to be a pretty big thing to you. Whenever Wednesday was writing, you’d be meditating. At first the Addams questioned if you were compatible being in a room with her loud typewriter, but you insisted the noise was necessary for you to tune out

Another thing Wednesday learned is that you couldn’t exceed four limbs. Which, you made sure to voice your opinion on. The dreams of being a four-legged and two-winged western dragon was impossible, so unfortunately you’d have to make your peace with being a wyvern instead

Small snores came from you curled around Wednesday under a tree as a tiger. She could only focus on how you always somehow resembled your human face

Turning to a new page of her journal, the Addams girl starts to sketch the face of your tiger next to the one of your lion. No matter what form you’d take, Wednesday would be able to recognize it.

[jeridandridge]

Stained Glass Window

Young!Larissa Weems x fem!Reader. Pre Wednesday. My first attempt with these characters, please be kind.

In the late days of summer you drive your old blue pick up truck through Jericho with your hand out the window, the cool evening air dancing against your fingers. Driving towards the trail you discovered a couple weeks prior, you hum along with the radio making a mental note of the shops and cafes, everything so new to you.

Having lived with your mother your entire life, moving in with your father while you transferred to a college near by was another thing to adjust to. In the meantime you could retreat to the comfort and solitude of nature to unwind with your sketch book and inks. Driving down a winding dirt path underneath the lush green trees you park the rusty truck hopping out with your backpack slung over your shoulder hoping to find a peaceful spot for inspiration to strike.

Sneakers carrying you over soft dirt and twigs you find yourself alone in the trees, the dusk casting the area in a warm glow while the smell of a fire near by hits your nose. You don’t know where you’re going, but continuing down the path you stop in your tracks when you see a gorgeous building. Eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas you take in the sight of the gothic building, something beautiful and a little frightening, like it was right out of Bram stokers’ Dracula. Spotting a moss covered log, you slide the backpack from your shoulder eagerly rifling through the messy thing for your sketch book and the pens you carried everywhere.

Sat with the sketchbook in your lap and a pen between your fingers you glide the ink across the page noting every shade of grey, every withered brick, and every window in your memory completely blown away by the gem hidden away in the woods. Almost castle like, you wondered what it was. Perhaps it was a monastery or convent, or something else all together hoping that somehow you could get inside to admire the beauty. Moving your hand along the page you switch to another pen, this time adding thick lines and details to the building and the nature surrounding it.

Once your ink work was finished and you were satisfied with the result, you smile to yourself as you pack your tools away, looking around to see which way could lead you to an entrance. Moving around its brick walls you stop at a large rod iron gate, the name Nevermore Academy and its Ravens sit in the material blending in with its surroundings. As you reach out to touch the gate, twigs crunch and a car horn sounds behind you sending you bolting off to the side.

“Morticia you could have hit her!” A soft voice rings out, the passenger side door of the sleek, black car out of a black and white movie opens revealing long legs and ruby painted lips.

“She shouldn’t be out here.” The other voice huffs.

Taken aback by the woman looking at you, you’re frozen for a moment not able to answer the question hitting your ears.

“Oh my you’re a pretty thing,” the driver gets out, long black hair cascading down her back.

Shaking yourself out of it you nod to the driver and turn your attention back to the woman on the other side of the car. “Sorry, I just came across this place and got lost in the beauty.”

“Not your fault that my companion here doesn’t abide by the traffic laws.” The taller woman shoots the other a look.

Still in awe of the statuesque beauty across from you, you slyly eye her up and down noting her nice clothes and her hands. You have to snap yourself out of it before your thoughts and eyes lingered too long.

“The pretty thing doesn’t speak much.” The brunette crosses her arms, chin held high. “Not used to seeing outcasts much?”

Getting ahold of yourself you come back with a witty response, and the truth. “I don’t know what you mean by that but no, your friend has my attention is all.” You glance at the woman, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips when you see ivory cheeks dusted in a shade of pink as she looks away.

The brunette scoffs getting back in the drivers seat, engine purring as the car glides down the path without one of its previous occupants.

“Did she really just do that?” You quirk a brow in disbelief.

“Yes,” the woman signs softly, “Morticias never liked people ignoring her. Especially normies.”

You chuckle keeping the strap of your backpack between your fingers meeting the woman’s blue eyes.

“Outcasts and normies. Sounds like a weird version of West Side Story.”

The woman with silver hair steps a little closer, eyeing you suspiciously. “You truly don’t know what Nevermore Academy is?”

Shaking your head you shrug. “I just moved here not even a month ago, I had no idea this place was here. Found it with luck.”

“Found it with luck.” The woman hums giving you a soft smile.

Holding your hand out, you offer your name in a friendly greeting feeling warm and fuzzy when the other woman shakes your hand.

“Larissa. Larissa Weems.”

“Well Larissa, may I walk you up to the school?” You ask nodding to the gate.

“I’d like that.”

That was almost three months ago. In the late weeks of October you drive through the town, two cups of coffee in the cup holder as you head for Nevermore Academy. When you see the Ravens in all their glory, you pull off to the side waiting for Larissa. Moving your backpack on the floor out of the way with your sketchbook in your lap you smile when you hear leaves crunching and that soft voice you’ve grown very fond of in person and over the phone.

“Room for one more?” That beautiful smile appears, Larissa opening the passenger side door.

“There’s always room for you,” you beam handing the coffee over to her. Taking a sip from your own cup you have to hide the flush in your cheeks when you hear her let out a delighted sigh.

“I needed this.” She tips her head back into the seat.

The wind outside the truck picks up, the smell of the now dying leaves wafting through the cool air.

“What’s going on?” You ask softly, hand moving to rest on hers.

Larissa smiles at the action. “It’s been a rough month is all. With graduation in the spring, the headmaster is already giving me references and letters for future employers, but.” She sighs. “I don’t think I want to go teach or counsel anywhere else. Nevermore is my home, has been since I was a teenager.”

“I know this place is important to you, but why not go somewhere else, even for a little while?” You shrug. At this Larissa goes quiet, not willing to look at you at the moment while the gears turn in her head.

“Hey, forget I asked okay?” You say softly, “you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” You assure her squeezing her hand.

“Thank you, darling.”

Smiling with her bottom lip between her teeth she reaches over plucking the sketchbook from your lap, the soft worn leather between her fingers as she opens it up.

“Hey cmon,” you laugh not really trying to take it back. “Okay, Weems. I can’t be held responsible for what you see in there.”

“Is that right?” She hums flicking through the pages, glancing at you with a playful glint in her eye. long fingers carefully run over the pages, admiring all the work of the ink seeped into its pages. The library in all its two hundred year old glory, the old movie theater that opens for the holiday season, Nevermore, then she stops only when she sees a portrait.

“And there it is.” You tease trying to gauge her reaction to the portrait you’d done not long ago. Realizing early on in your friendship you had a crush on Larissa didn’t come as a surprise to you, she was smart, witty, top of her class, and not to mention beautiful. You’d even told your father of your new friendship, receiving encouragement despite Larissa being an outcast.

“You drew me?” She asks in awe, looking at the page.

She’d worn her hair down in soft waves once shortly after you’d met her, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to run your fingers through silky locks. While your sketchbook was filled with architecture, it’s what you’re going to school for after all, other things sometimes made their way to the pages.

“I try to capture everything I find beautiful.” You say without apprehension, your voice sure and firm in what youre saying as you lean over a little closer.

“You truly think so,” she hums more as a fact than a question. Icy eyes search yours looking for any bit of fake sincerity but it never comes. The sketch book is put on the seat between you two as a pale hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin.

Crimson lips meet yours in a soft kiss, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. The smell and taste of coffee over takes your senses and you practically melt against her. Wrapping your arm around her waist you pull her closer, most definitely warming up on this cold autumn day.

From that day on you would go see Larissa at Nevermore or meet her in town after you were done with classes for the day. As your feelings blossomed into something more, you felt protective over her when you were in town. Strolling down the street one evening arms looped together you two were in your own little world, giggling and minding your business when you heard a group of grown men scoff and start to bother you as they sat outside a business.

“They let these kids do anything now a days. Those freaks should be locked up in that school.”

Larissa’s jaw clenches as she continues to walk but you, you’ve never been one to take shit from anybody. Pulling away from her you turn around on your heel putting your hands in your pockets with a grin that could only be described as wicked.

“Hey fellas, if you feel like being prejudice pricks feel free to hitch a ride back to the dark ages, k?”

The men on the bench shut up as you turn back to Larissa not giving them a second to say anything more. Arms looped together once more you keep your chin up and smile at your date.

“You didn’t have to do that, darling.”

“I’m not having gross old men ruin our date, Larissa.” You shake your head moving to wrap your arm around her waist.

“But they’re not wrong. Being a shape shifter is certainly freakish.”

Shape shifting. It’d taken months for her to tell you what her abilities were. She had never shared and you never pestered, never wanting to cross a boundary with her. She looked nervous, almost as if you’d act just like those men.

“Shape shifting huh?” You smile, “An ability like that must be just a bonus when you’re already so gorgeous.”

Larissa rolls her eyes reaching for your hand. “You are incredibly wonderful and ridiculous.”

“Thanks, honey.” You tease not wanting the moment to be too serious. “I really, really like you Larissa.”

“Does that mean if I asked you to accompany me to the yearly Nevermore dance you would?” She beams, her eyes crinkling.

Bringing her gloved hand to your lips you kiss her knuckles shivering from not only the chilly air but giddy excitement. “What’s the dress code?”

Larissa chuckles moving to wrap her arm around your shoulders. “This will be very exciting. Wear whatever you want, darling. It’s not strictly fancy attire, but most dress up.”

“I can do that.” You nod with a smile. “Now, back to business. Let’s pick some books out.”

Walking through town with Larissa made you walk a little taller, hold your chin up higher, and you were starting to realize you never wanted to lose that feeling. Not long later in the independent bookstore, you smile gliding your fingers across the book spines as you admire Larissa. You didn’t know what to call her really. You two could be considered a couple, and that sounded quite nice.

Finding a nice stack of books between the two of you, you jog ahead out the door to your truck opening her door for her. When Larissa gives you a beaming smile and a kiss to your cheek before climbing in. During the drive back to Nevermore Larissa’s hand stays on your thigh, her thumb rubbing the fabric of your jeans.

“So, my dad’s been asking about you,” you hum keeping your eyes on the dirt path, “he keeps saying ‘when am I gonna meet that girlfriend of yours?’ and I honestly haven’t felt like correcting him.”

The silver screen beauty looks over, the darkness of the truck and the woods not helping you see her expression clearly. Thinking you’d messed up, you open your mouth to speak but you’re cut off before you can say a word.

“Pull over.” Larissa instructs. Her voice is cool and even, not really helping what to think of the situation.

Stopping in the center of the path you put the gear shift near the wheel in park and hit the light on the ceiling. The light gives Larissa an orange glow, her eyes not giving you any hint of what she’s feeling.

“I’m sorry, honey I-“ you’re once again cut off, this time by soft lips in a feverish kiss that has your head spinning while your fingers flow through silver locks. Her tongue swipes across your bottom lip which you happily follow suit deepening the kiss. The taste of the hot chocolate you both had earlier still lingers, the sweetness somehow making the moment all the better.

Larissa breaks the kiss first not pulling back very far as she catches her breath in the still air of the truck. “Don’t apologize, darling. I’d been wondering if you were going to ask me. I’d thought maybe you wouldn’t want to after this evening.”

Shaking your head with a chuckle you loosely wrap your arms around her neck, lips meeting hers again in a soft kiss, staying in your own little part of the world for a little while longer.

When the night of the dance approaches, you stand in front of the mirror doing a once over of your black pantsuit and heels. Gold rings on your fingers you fluff your hair once more deciding you were happy with the ensemble. Your nerves got worse as you drove towards the academy, hoping Larissa liked what you wore and the single white rose you’d bought for her.

Pulling up to the school gate you take a breath realizing you’ll be actually going into the school this time, not just up to its corridors like you had to walk Larissa in months before. Parking your truck you look at the academy lit up, students out and about in fine attire. “You got this,” you hum to yourself. Getting out you carry the single white rose in between your fingers following a group of younger students. Going into the building you don’t make it far when you feel a hand on your arm.

“Darling,” Larissa’s red lips curl into a smile as she pulls you to the side, her fingers already playing with yours.

“Hi, babe. You look gorgeous.” You eye her up and down with a smile holding the flower out between you two, slender fingers taking the stem.

Larissa’s eyes flick down to the flower, her lips finding your cheek for a light kiss. “I don’t want my lipstick to stain you.” She chuckles lifting her hand to wipe the mark away.

“Oh come on, mark your territory.” You tease with a smirk, the sound of the other students and music around you drowning out as you and Larissa stand in your little corner, blue eyes shining at you.

“Perhaps I will. How about a dance first?”

Holding your hand out, you take Larissa’s in yours gently squeezing and enjoying the warmth. Weaving through the crowd of people dancing and talking you move with the beat of the song the band is playing, hips swaying until Larissa’s hands find their place sending a jolt through you.

Moving closer you loosely wrap your arms around her neck creating yet another comfortable bubble, just you two, the only people in the world. Looking at your girlfriend with a dreamy expression you tip your chin up meeting her eyes. You’re not sure how long you two dance, but eventually, you want to be alone with her.

“As nice as this is, there are too many teenage hormones around.” You nod to the door.

“Nineteen is still a teenager last time I checked, darling.” Larissa chuckles patting your hip. “Come, let’s get some air.”

Letting Larissa stand behind you guiding you to the doorway you rest your hands on top of hers shooting Morticia a wicked smile on the way out. The silver haired beauty catches the look, hiding her smirk as she leads you outside, jogging in the light rain to a secluded corridor of the courtyard. The cold rain is unforgiving as you two take shelter under the old stone, wrapped in each others arms.

“Now you’ve gotten me alone, what do you plan to do?” Larissa teases leaning down, lips only inches apart.

Arms wrapped around her frame you move up on your toes meeting red lips in a tender kiss. Warm hands cup your cheeks making your head tip back, turning you into putty in Larissa’s hands. Sighing into the kiss your hands glide up her back pulling her flush against you. The damp air doesn’t make you shiver, the warmth from Larissa engulfing you. Pulling back only slightly you admire icy blue eyes and kiss swollen lips.

“I think I took most of your lipstick.” You grin.

Larissa chuckles bringing her hand up, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“I suppose I’ve claimed my territory.” She smiles repeating your words back from before. “Darling, I-“

Before she can say anything else, your brows knit together and your hands pat her hip as you hear grunts and clashing metal. “What the hell?” You ask moving out into the rain, a body falling to the ground as you do so making Larissa scream.

“Shit!” You jump back, wrapping your arm around your girlfriend. The body lays flat in the dirt, looking up you see a man holding a sword. “Larissa, come on.” You urge, tugging her hand.

Going through the closest corridor you end up in an empty hallway stopping for a moment to take a breath.

“I know that boy. Gomez, he and Morticia are an item.” She says quietly, almost irritated.

“Shocking, the entitled ego maniac is involved with a murder.” You hum thinking about the brunette. “Are you okay, honey?” You ask resting your hand atop hers.

“Yes, I’m fine, darling.” She sighs holding your hands. “Let us go back to the dance, I’m sure everyone will be alerted soon.”

Nodding you walk through the empty hall hand in hand, your heart thudding in your chest. You knew what this could mean for the school, how the small town will react to this news. You’re a ways away from the court yard, almost to the front of the school when you see flashing lights across the wooded area.

“You two!” A deep voice booms, footsteps coming towards you.

Looking down the hall you sigh spotting two police officers. Standing tall you hold Larissa’s hand gently squeezing. One officer is a small, stout man, the other tall and lean, although shorter than Larissa.

“You two, been in the courtyard tonight?” The tall one demands.

“My girlfriend was showing me around the school, we didn’t actually see what happened. Just- just the body.” You explain, the officers looking between you two.

“You,” the small officer points, “you’re not a student here.” He states taking out a pen and his notepad.

“She goes to school in town, the college.”

Larissa informs them.

“What’s a kid like you doing at this school? You can see this is dangerous.”The taller officer scolds.

“I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself thanks.” You all but scoff, tired of the insinuation that Nevermore students are dangerous. Sure, you were shaken by what you’d seen, but that didn’t change your mind about anything.

The officers look between you two, Larissa squeezing your hand once more. Fingers laced together you rub your thumb over the back of her hand not backing down.

“The school is on lockdown, you, you’ll have to leave like all the other guests, and you.” He looks up at Larissa, “we have more questions for you.”

Larissa looks at you giving you a tight smile of reassurance. “Go on, darling. I’ll be all right.”

Glancing at the cops for a second you sigh leaning up to kiss your girlfriend’s cheek. “Call me when you get back to your dorm, please.” You ask, the beauty nodding in response.

You don’t want to leave Larissa, but soon you find yourself shuffling out of the doors to the front of the school, fingers playing with the keyring in your pocket as you walk in the dark to your truck. Losing yourself in your thoughts, when you pull into your driveway you don’t remember driving home.

“Kid!” Your dad comes running to the driveway, pulling you into a hug as soon as you step out of the truck. “It’s all over the news some kid got killed at the school, I was worried.” He cradles the back of your head with his hand.

“I’m fine, dad. I think it was a crime of passion situation.” You shrug patting his shoulder, heading into the house.

“I don’t think I want you going there anymore.”

Hearing the words you knew would come, you sigh slipping your heels off as you step inside the house. The lights are dim, there’s a beer on the table, and the tv is turned to the news channel. Stepping closer to the tv set you see a reporter then Larissa in the background talking to the cops from before. Watching the screen, you sigh knowing you’re in for a heated discussion while you wait for Larissa to call.

“Dad,” you sigh plopping down on the couch, legs crossed. “I refuse to turn into these hateful people that say horrible things about that academy.” You start, “Did you know Larissa is already being asked to take over when the headmaster retires? She’s the same age as I am. She has a degree already. Just because those people are a little different genetically doesn’t mean it’s wrong.” You huff.

Still standing by the door, your dad stands with his hands on his hips shaking his head. “I don’t like it. Not one bit. I don’t want you around those people.” He points.

Standing up, before you can argue the phone in the kitchen rings. Bolting to the device, you pull it off the hook bringing it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Darling,” Larissa lets out in relief.

“What’s going on over there?” You ask tucking by the wall, seeing your dad sit down in front of the tv again.

“I don’t know, they carted Gomez off and Morticia is hysterical. The news reporters are not very forgiving either.”

Taking a shaky breath you nod holding onto the phone. “I know. People are already blaming all the students.”

Larissa’s end of the line goes quiet, a soft breath coming through the receiver. “Yes, I know already. I- I wanted to call and tell you that if this drives you away, I will understand.”

Her voice is so soft, broken, as it hits your ear. Seeing the school and a picture of the murdered boy on the tv screen along with your father looking at you with a stern brow, you sigh into the phone.

-

Larissa Weems knows how to run Nevermore Academy. With many years of experience with the school under her belt, not many things throw her for a loop. Homesick students, the usual pranks, she can handle. Come February when she learns Wednesday Addams, daughter of Gomez and Morticia Addams will be joining the students for the term, it makes her fumble. She has a few days to prepare and in doing so she hopes Wednesday is a better student than her mother had been.

The morning of Wednesday’s arrival is a normal one. Larissa gets up, does her usual routine of getting ready, stops at the local cafe, and enters her office at seven thirty on the dot. Her office is warm and cozy, it always has been, from the gorgeous fireplace, to the sketched portraits framed on the wall, and the pressed white rose encased on her desk.

The meeting with the Addams family goes as expected, full of snark and a feeling of irritation on both sides of the lavish desk.

“Larissa, dear. Is that a wedding band I see?” Morticia quirks a brow.

On a milky hand sits a gold band set and a pearl atop the gold, the engagement ring she loved so much.

“It is,” she smiles stating professional.

“I hadn’t heard. I had thought the students were enough for a woman like you.”

Before Larissa can respond, a light knock on the door and a head poking in catches her attention.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Larissa. I didn’t know you were in a meeting. I only wanted to drop these off.” You come in, blueprints rolled up in hand.

“Is that-“ Morticia starts,

“Long time no see.” You smile from where you stand next to Larissa’s desk, shoulders back and chin up high.

“Darling, I’ll sign off on these and bring them back to you before lunch.” Larissa smiles happily taking the papers. “These are plans for a new greenhouse, perks of being married to an architect.” She tells Gomez and Morticia.

The mustachioed man stands up, reaching over to shake your hand. “Gomez Addams, Tish and I didn’t know Larissa got married.”

You give the man a kind smile shaking his hand firmly. “We got married not long after Larissa took over here. After that dance all those years ago I knew I couldn’t let her go.” You say knowing that night went down in Jericho history. “I’ll leave you all to it.” You nod making your way across the office once more, the little girl in the chair biting back a smirk at her mother’s reaction.

Feeling Larissa’s eyes on your back as you leave you turn closing the door with a wink to your wife.

[livingdreams97]

Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 3)

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?

Words: 3.679

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Wednesday POV

My research on the monster was progressing, but it was not doing so at the expected speed and every time I managed to advance one step, I was forced to take two steps back.

I don't know how he does it, but it's like the monster knows every move I'm going to make and I don't like that at all.

For example, the homeless man who lived in the old meeting house; who was murdered two nights ago. The monster sees me in the ruins and that same night kills the person who lived in that same place?

It's not a coincidence.

But thanks to that event, I got all the information about the bodies in the morgue and I have deciphered a pattern. It's subtle, but reading the reports and seeing the photos of the bodies it's easy to decipher.

Each victim has had a part of their bodies removed. The first victim was missing a kidney, the second a finger, the third his gallbladder and the homeless man from the meeting house two toes.

I don't know why the murderer needs these parts, but I plan to find out.

Thornhill 's class is anything but new information, since everything she is saying about orchids and their pollination is something I learned when I was 9 years old.

I hear a complaining sound from my left, causing me to look towards the person sitting next to me through my peripheral vision and seeing the school artist.

Xabier: I hurt my back fencing.- he excuses himself quickly without me asking him.

Mrs.Thornhill: The orchid produces pheromones that imitate a female insect, thus attracting males.- continues with her explanation. -Once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in return?- questions waiting for the answer from one of the students.

Bianca: Nothing. - she answers before anyone else. -Like all the boys at the dance.- she finishes amusingly, causing most of the students to laugh at it.

Mrs.Thornhill: Okay, okay.- she says to get the attention of all the students. -I know you're all looking forward to Saturday, that's why I'm not going to send you homework.- she informs us, causing a small celebration on the part of the rest. -But I'm going to need volunteers for the decoration committee, anyone interested can come see me.- she says with a smile ending the class.

As soon as class ends, everyone gets up from their seats and immediately starts talking to each other.

Xavier: What? Aren't you going to participate? - he asks me directly. -Don't you like disco balls and surprise punch? - he asks with some sarcasm. -There will even be a DJ, Mc Blood Suckaz - comments with some amusement .

Wednesday: I prefer to stick needles in my eyes.- I respond immediately. -Although maybe I will do it anyway.- I comment casually, knowing that I would prefer it a thousand times over going to the dance.

Xabier: Invite someone to have a little fun.- he says bending down to put the book in his backpack and that's when I see it.

On the right side of his neck, which was being hidden by his shirt and jacket; three scratches. That has not been done in fencing.

I get up from my chair, deciding to follow my classmate and try to find out how those injuries could have been caused. He's hiding something and I plan to find out what he's hiding at all costs.

POV You

I grunt tiredly, hiding my face in my arms and resting on one of the tables in the square. This is getting repetitive too fast.

Enid: Do you want to stop growling, you're exaggerating.- she assures me, hitting my arm.

Y/n: Then stop asking me the same thing fifty times.- I growl again, raising my head from my arms and giving her a dirty look.

Enid: I haven't asked you more than 3 times! - she exclaims in defense and I look at her, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n: Three times in the last five minutes.- I point out. -But you've been asking me the same thing for five days.- I remind her breathing deeply, not wanting to lose the little patience I have left.

Enid: I'll stop asking you when you do it.- she assures me, crossing her arms and with a smile full of superiority.

Y/n: And why do you want me to ask Wednesday if she wants to go to the dance with me? - I asked her confused with the reason behind her insistence. -What do you get out of all this? - I say without understanding anything.

Enid: Because you would be a perfect couple and because unlike you, I would love for my best friend and brother to be together. - She answers with a huge smile.

Y/n: Three things- I list with my fingers. -First, what makes you think that Wednesday of all people wants to go to the dance, this being an unnecessary social event for her?- I ask, raising a finger. -Second, at what point has your mind thought that your best friend wants to be in a romantic relationship with someone, when she almost didn´t agree to be your friend?- I raise the second finger.

Enid: Because I know... - she starts in her defense but I tell her to shut up.

Y/n: I'm talking.- I remember, looking straight into her eyes. -And third, haven't you learned from what Ajax did to you?- I ask her with some anger in my voice, but my anger is not directed at her.

Because even with all my warnings not to go out with any of my friends, she asked Ajax on a date and he stood her up. The worst thing of all is that my best friend doesn't want to tell me why he stood her up and I haven't spoken to him in several days because of that.

No one plays with my sister's feelings, and Ajax 's black eye is an example of the consequences of that.

Enid: You didn't need to say the last point.- she growls at me angrily and with a certain gleam of pain in her eyes. -But whether you want to listen to me or not, there is something between you two and you can't deny it.- he assures me, looking me directly in the eyes.

Y/n: Well, look how I deny it.- I say with a false smile. -There is nothing between Wednesday and me.- I assure seriously.

Enid: You don't even believe that yourself.- she snorts, shaking her head. -It took her a month to let me hold her arm and you slept in her bed the first week, plus I can see the looks you give each other.- She points her finger at me accusingly.

Y/n: What looks are you talking about? - I ask, completely confused with what my sister means.

Enid: Oh please, the looks you give each other every time the other isn't looking and the intense but strange way of flirting you have.- she comments with exasperation.

Y/n: I don't flirt, I just have fun getting on Wednesday 's nerves.- I shrug with an amused smile.

Enid: That's called flirting.- she assures me as if it were obvious. -And don't deny it because you know we can spend the whole day like this.- she points her finger at me again so I can close my mouth. -So are you going to ask her to go to the dance with you or not? - she asks again with a big smile.

Y/n: I'll think about it.- I accept tiredly. -But you promise me that if I do, you won't bother me anymore with the looks that you say we give each other and the supposed flirtation.- I stretch my hand towards her, watching her bite her lip and think carefully about whether to accept or not.

I can see the internal struggle she is having in her head through her eyes and every slightest gesture on her face. I just wait in silence and keeping my hand outstretched.

Enid: I promise.- she growls after a while, accepting my hand. -But only if you ask, otherwise I can continue bothering you.- she says with a smile, shaking our hands energetically.

Y/n: Whatever. - I deny amused by her attitude and getting up from the bench.

Enid: Where are you going? - She asks me confused when I let go of our hands.

Y/n: I have homework to do.- I respond, raising my shoulders.

Enid: But Professor Thornhill hasn't sent us anything.- She remembers me confused.

Y/n: Do you only have botany class? - I ask amused by the look f confusion on her face. -I'm leaving.- I say goodbye, entering the school hallways.

I walk towards my room, thinking about what my sister told me and as if on cue I see the person we were talking about.

Y/n: Wednesday! - I exclaimed, calling her and running to catch up with her. -How are you going with the investigation?- I ask her when I get to her side.

Wednesday: Good.- she nods her head, continuing walking. -I have new clues and I have discovered something about the deaths.- she tells me and I walk next to her.

Y/n: Do the dates or the shape of the wounds form some pattern?- I ask interested.

Wednesday: No. - she denies in response and doesn't say anything else.

She continues walking in the direction of Ophelia Hall, so I understand that she doesn't want to continue talking and I decide to stop walking. I watch her walk away and turn around to resume my walk to my room.

Wednesday: Where are you going? - I hear her question from behind me so I turn around seeing her with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

Y/n: To my room.- I respond confused. -I thought that since you haven't continued talking and haven't stopped walking, you wanted me to leave you alone.- I explain simply.

Wednesday: At any other time you would be correct about the message of my actions, but this is not the case.- she assures me with her monotonous tone of voice. -Now follow me.- she practically orders me, turning around and resuming her walk towards her room.

I quickly look around, making sure no one is around and run again to catch up with her.

We do the rest of the way to the room she shares with my sister in complete silence. Once inside the room, she walks over to a cork board and looks over her shoulder at me.

I approach, looking at the board and appreciating the reports and photos of what I assume are the victims of the monster.

Wednesday: There have been a total of four murders, but none of them are related to each other other than by the monster that killed them. - she explains to me, pointing to the files of the victims . -The attacks have happened on random days, there is no pattern regarding a specific number of days between one murder and another, nor any lunar phase or anything like that. - she continues explaining to me and I see each date of the murders on each victim.

Y/n: That means that wolves, for example, are ruled out since all the murders would had to be during the full moon. - I comment, reading the forensic file of the second victim.

Wednesday: Exactly, although it is clear that there are some wolves that do not need the full moon to transform. - she comments with a knowledge that I did not know she had. - You, for example. - she points her finger at me.

Y/n: How do you know that? - I ask confused, since not many people know it and it´s better to keep it that way.

Since it is very rare that a werewolf can make a complete transformation at any time, without the need for a full moon and it is something that must be kept secret.

It is very dangerous for it to be known, since it would be a perfect excuse for the normies to blame us for any crime like this and also such information can be dangerous in the hands of another supernatural being .

Wednesday: Enid.- responds simply.

Y/n: Of course.- I growl, annoyed with my sister, since she knows she can't tell anyone.

Wednesday: But it is clear that it is not a werewolf, since the claw wounds that the victims present are more spacious than those of a werewolf. - she explains to me, pointing to an abdomen, or what remains of it . -But I have noticed that in each victim, the murderer has extracted a part of their bodies and that none of them match.- she explains to me.

Y/n: You mean, the killer has taken a part of each victim 's body? - I asked confused. -As a type of amulet or reminder?- I question looking at the girl next to me, who is with her arms crossed.

Wednesday: It seems that way, but I still don't know the exact reason. - she answers me simply.

Y/n: I may not be right.- I comment thoughtfully. -But don't serial killers usually take the same thing from all their victims? - I ask without stopping looking at the photos.

Wednesday: Not always, most prefer to take any of the victim 's personal belongings. But when it's a part of the body, it varies depending on the murderer. - She explains to me and I nod, looking at her when I hear the sound of a piece of paper.

Y/n: What is that? - I ask her when I see how she takes out some pages from inside her school jacket.

Wednesday: Some very realistic and detailed drawings that I have gotten of our monster. - she responds, hanging the two drawings on the board.

Y/n: Where did you get them from? - I ask looking at said drawings.

Wednesday: From Xabier's hut.- she answers and I look at her quickly.

Y/n: He painted this? - I ask her without stopping to look at her and blindly pointing at the drawings.

She just makes a sound of confirmation, tearing her gaze from mine and moving it to my friend's sketches.

I imitate her action, returning my gaze to the paintings and paying attention to every detail of the monster.

I know that many times Xabier has very realistic lucid dreams that he then draws. But dreams are usually related to things he has seen or knows. Which would mean that he has somehow seen the monster.

Y/n: Do you think he has something to do with the monster?- I ask her in a low voice, not knowing if I want to know the answer.

Wednesday: It is possible.- it confirms my fears. -Today he had a fairly large scratch on his neck and was acting a bit suspicious. In addition to the fact that those were not the only drawings, wherever you looked, the monster's face was everywhere in that hut. - she tells me and I sigh without wanting to continue with the topic.

I decide to take a couple of steps back, moving away from the board a little and trying to think of something else.

Y/n: Hey Wednesday.- I caught her attention, causing her to look at me instead of the board. -Would you like to go with me to the Raven on Saturday?- I ask her the first thing that comes to mind unconsciously to change the topic.

I open my eyes realizing what I've said and my heartbeat skyrockets. I can see that her eyes have also opened in surprise, but they have barely opened two millimeters and if I wasn't staring at her I wouldn't have noticed.

The air in the room becomes very heavy, due to the silence and lack of response from the black-haired girl. I swallow heavily, feeling my body temperature rise and my heart beat in my throat.

Wednesday: No. - responds monotonously and for some reason that I don't understand, I feel disappointment invade my body and a phantom weight in my heart, as if I had stones in it.

Y/n: I know that you are not the type of person who enjoys unnecessary social events like dancing and that you prefer to stay in your room writing your novel. - I explained quickly without thinking. -But I wanted to ask you just in case.- I lift my shoulders, feigning indifference.

Wednesday: I don't reject you for that reason.- she assures me and I look at her confused. -It's because I've already asked someone and that person has accepted.- she tells me with the same monotony as always.

I think since I've known her, it's the first time I hate how monotonous her voice is and how impassive her face is. Because for once, I would like her to express a minimum of feelings with her features so I can at least know what she thinks.

Y/n: Oh.- I murmur a few seconds after her response and processing the information she has given me.

She doesn't say anything, she just watches me in complete silence and for the first time, it makes me uncomfortable.

Never before had I felt so watched by her and so uncomfortable and embarrassed in her presence. I don't want to continue feeling her gaze on me, trying to read me, much less for her to realize that this rejection has somehow caused something in me.

Y/n: I think I've bothered you enough.- I clear my throat, taking a step back. -I have things to do.- I excuse myself, pointing to the door and walking towards it.

Wednesday looks at me, nodding and turning her attention back to the board.

I take advantage of the fact that her back is turned to flee from the room and walk towards mine, feeling the disappointment latent within me.

These feelings are the reason why I didn't want to ask her to go to the dance in the first place. I knew she was going to say no and that I would feel bad, but I didn't think will fell this bad.

I thought it would be like that day in the ruins, when Xabier appeared and they both ignored my existence, as if I were not by their side. I thought I would feel a certain heaviness for her failure to acknowledge my existence and anger for having her full attention on Xabier instead of me.

But it has not been that way. I know that what I felt the other time was jealousy and I still don't really understand why.

Although this time it wasn't jealousy, it was as if they were piercing my chest and squeezing my heart, preventing it from pumping blood to the rest of my body.

The worst thing of all is that she has asked someone to go to the dance, it was not another boy who asked her and for some strange reason she has been forced to accept. 

No. 

She was the one who asked someone to go to the dance with her and I didn't see her very upset about it when she told me.

On the other hand, how can I know what she feels if she never shows it.

Wednesday POV

After the strange interaction with Y/n and my refusal of his invitation to the Raven, he excuses himself and I am left alone in my room.

I don't spend much time alone before my extravagant roommate walks into our room and looks at me with a slightly disturbing smile.

Enid: I've seen my brother walk away from Ophelia Hall.- she comments in a sing-song voice, causing me to look at her seriously.

Wednesday: I have shared with him the progress of my research.- I respond walking towards her.

Enid: And you have only talked about the investigation? - she asks with some emotion to which I cannot find an obvious origin.

Wednesday: Yes.- I agree emphatically. -But I need your worldly wisdom for a last minute situation that has arisen.- I say, maintaining my usual seriousness and impassiveness, but without knowing very well what I have to do.

Enid: Okay? - nods with some insecurity.

Wednesday: What are the steps to follow to attend a social event like the Raven? - I ask, maintaining my position and avoiding reacting to the inhuman scream that my roommate lets out.

Enid: Oh my goodness! Wednesday Addams is going to the dance! - she exclaims, jumping on the spot and with a somewhat high-pitched voice. -Do you know what you need? - she asks me excitedly.

Wednesday: A shot to the head? - I ask sincerely.

Enid: A dress! - she exclaims full of emotion.

Wednesday: I already have one.- I assure her without reacting to her emotion.

Enid: Is it the one you showed up here with? - she asks with some fear on her face. -It was an abomination for fashion that not even I could resurrect.- she assures me. -Thing, help me.- she says to the hand on my right.

He responds with a thumbs up, implying that he agrees with her and that I cannot wear the dress in which I arrived at Nevermore .

Enid: You need something that says: First date, get out of the way bitches! - she exclaims with too much energy. -Besides, being Y/n's sister, I can help you better.- she assures me with an even bigger smile than the one he had before.

Wednesday: What does your brother have to do with all this?- I ask normally and with some confusion at the mention of the boy.

Enid: Aren't you going to the dance with him?- she asks, erasing the smile from her face and frowning in confusion .

Wednesday: No. - I deny immediately. -I'm going with Xabier, for reasons that aren't important right now.- I explain and I see how her face contorts in a similar way to her brother's when I rejected his invitation to the dance.

Although the expression on my roommate's face is lighter and she doesn't have the lost look like her brother has had for a few moments.

In addition, the range of emotions that her face shows is not exactly the same and there is a difference between the emotions of confusion, some sadness and perhaps guilt that Enid reflects, which are easy to decipher.

His brother's were more difficult, since I had only been able to clearly see the gesture of disappointment and the emotion of pain he made for a second.

But otherwise I can't say exactly what emotions he felt, much less the reasons why he felt them.

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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 9

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

summary: With the Rave'N behind her and Parent's Weekend rapidly approaching, you decide to do something nice for Larissa. An encounter with Wednesday, however, leaves you feeling a little unsure.

words: ~3.7k | ao3 link in title

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The night of the Rave’N had been a disaster, that much was crystal clear. And from what you could tell, Larissa’s life wasn’t getting any easier - getting the paint scrubbed out of the great hall, staying updated on Eugene’s condition and worrying for the safety of her students, preparing for Parent’s Weekend on top of all of that. As much as she tried to cover it up for your benefit, you could see how stressed and upset Larissa was.

“I’m coming over,” you announced to her over the phone as she had just finished her meetings for the day. You’d tried to give her some space, not wanting to be too clingy or get in the way when she had important work to do - but Larissa was sounding more exhausted with each passing day, and you had just the idea to cheer her up.

“Oh, darling, it’s alright. I can manage,” Larissa replied, sounding absolutely depleted. “I have so much work to do, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much fun today.”

“It’s alright,” you chirped. “I want to keep you company. I mean I don’t want to stress you out, so if you don’t want me to come, then I won’t. But you don’t have to entertain me or anything.”

There was a long beat of silence as Larissa considered your proposal.

“I do want you here,” she murmured finally.

You couldn’t help the smile that was spreading across your face. “I’ll see you in an hour then.”

“Alright, darling.” You thought you heard a hint of a smile in Larissa’s voice as well, and you felt your heart swell. “Drive safe.”

“I will.”

~~~

An hour later you were navigating the halls of Nevermore Academy, trying to blend in as much as you could as you made a beeline for Larissa’s office. Part of you wondered if Larissa would ever introduce you to her staff or her students, or if you were always going to be sticking to the shadows as you made your way through the school - it was something you hadn’t discussed yet… but you supposed now was not the time.

Shaking the thought from your head as you arrived in front of Larissa’s office, you knocked gently and let yourself in.

Larissa was so engrossed in reading something on her laptop that she didn’t notice you sneaking into the room at first. It wasn’t until you were almost directly in front of her that her head snapped up and her gaze met yours. You were met with the most beautiful blush spreading across her face and she briefly looked down, shifting in her chair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you come in,” she admitted quietly, a timid smile forming on her lips.

You beamed at her as you dropped your bag onto the floor and rounded her desk, leaning in for a kiss - one which she returned eagerly. Her hand found its way around your neck, holding you close as her tongue danced with your own. Kissing Larissa felt like coming home - your entire being filled with a comforting warmth as her lips moved against yours, her other hand finding your hip and tugging you onto her lap. You moaned into the kiss, cupping her cheek and stroking her jaw with your thumb, swallowing the little whimper that escaped her lips.

As she pulled back for air, Larissa rested her forehead against yours. Her breath was hot against your face and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“How are you?” you whispered, receiving a dry chuckle in return.

“I’ve been better. I’m sorry that I’ve been so terribly busy, it’s not usually this stressful.” Larissa smiled sadly.

“Stop apologizing. You’re handling this better than I would.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Larissa said with a laugh.

“I am.” You grinned and gave her another peck on the lips, before standing and rounding her desk again to grab your backpack. “I’ll be right back,” you said with a smirk as you slipped into Larissa’s adjacent quarters. You were planning to cook dinner for her tonight and had brought some ingredients that would need to be refrigerated - you’d assumed Larissa wouldn’t have had time to go grocery shopping. Upon opening her fridge, your suspicions were confirmed - it was nearly empty, causing you to wonder if she’d been eating properly at all in the past days.

You could feel Larissa watching you curiously as you re-entered her office and you suppressed a smile. You reached into your backpack and pulled out your laptop, setting it on her desk and plopping yourself down across from her.

“What are you doing?” 

Looking up, you could see confusion etched across Larissa’s features - she looked adorable, with her head tilted to the side and her eyebrows scrunched up, and you giggled.

“I told you, I’m keeping you company. We can both work together.”

Larissa’s face softened, her cheeks turning pink once more. “Thank you,” she whispered, turning back to her own laptop with a soft smile.

The two of you worked in silence, the only sound being the constant clacking of keys. Every so often you looked up to steal a glance at the blonde, loving the way her eyebrows furrowed and her teeth nibbled at her lip as she thought. And, every so often, Larissa would steal a glance at you, her gaze softening as she felt her heart flood with affection.

It was only when you heard the faint growl of Larissa’s stomach that you checked the time, noticing it had been hours since you’d arrived. The sun had already set and the office had grown dark, save for the orange glow from the fireplace.

“You hungry?” The teasing lilt to your voice was not lost on Larissa, who flushed and placed a hand over her stomach.

“I may have skipped lunch,” she murmured sheepishly, offering you an apologetic smile.

“Rissa,” you mumbled with a pout. “You need to take care of yourself.”

It seemed Larissa was unable to hold your gaze, her eyes dropping to her desk as she began to fidget with the band of her wristwatch. 

“Hey.” You rounded the desk and pressed a chaste, tender kiss to her cheek. “How about I cook you dinner?”

Larissa blushed even harder. “I-I don’t really have much to work with, I’m afraid I haven’t left Nevermore to go grocery shopping this week, but-”

You silenced her with a kiss, smiling against her lips. “I know. I may have brought some stuff.”

Larissa’s expression was a mixture of wonder and confusion in equal parts. She began to shake her head lightly, opening her mouth and then quickly closing it again. A small chuckle escaped her lips and she looked up at you through her lashes.

“I just have to finish this email,” she replied softly.

“I’ll be in the kitchen, then.”

~~~

In Larissa’s kitchen, you busied yourself with preparing dinner - baked chicken wrapped in prosciutto, with a salad on the side. Turning on your favorite Spotify playlist, you started to wrap the chicken breasts with fine slices of prosciutto, humming along to the music.

Once you’d slid the chicken into the oven and set a timer, it was time to wash the lettuce you’d brought. You began to search Larissa’s kitchen for a salad spinner, finding one on the top shelf in one of the cabinets. Pushing yourself up on your tip-toes, you were frustrated to find that it remained slightly out of reach.

A soft gasp escaped your lips when you felt Larissa’s body press against your back, pinning you to the counter as her arm reached over your head to grab the salad spinner for you. It was placed on the counter in front of you and then you were spun around, Larissa’s lips hungrily attacking your neck. She quickly found your pulse point, nipping gently at the sensitive skin and soothing the bite with a kitten lick.

Reaching up, you tangled your hands in her hair to pull her closer, ruining her perfectly coiffed updo. She didn’t seem to mind - you felt her groan against your neck, sending a wave of heat through your body. 

“I have to finish dinner,” you mumbled as Larissa’s lips brushed teasingly against your own - your pulse picking up, a subtle ache building between your thighs.

With a disgruntled moan, Larissa pulled herself back. She leaned against the counter across from you, her face gorgeously flushed and her chest heaving subtly. “I’m sorry if I’m distracting,” she murmured sweetly.

“You’re not sorry,” you quipped with a grin, your heart fluttering as Larissa began to pull the pins out of her hair. Soft, platinum locks spilled over her shoulders, cascading down her back and catching the light - Larissa immediately looked like a softer, more private version of herself.

Larissa quirked her brow and tilted her head, her lips pulling up into a smirk. “I thought you wanted to cook dinner - or are you going to stare at me all evening instead?”

A warmth rose to your cheeks and you squinted at her in faux-annoyance before turning back to the salad. You felt Larissa’s hands come to rest on your hips, squeezing lightly.

“Sweet girl,” Larissa cooed, her breath washing over your neck as she stepped closer to you, her front pressing against your back. She stayed pressed against you, her chin resting on your head as you washed and chopped up the lettuce. Her body was warm against your own and you found yourself relaxing into her touch as she held onto you.

“I’ve booked our little trip for the weekend after next,” she purred into your ear, gently squeezing your waist. Your face immediately lit up with a beaming smile and you craned your neck back to peer up at her. She chuckled softly at your enthusiasm, her own eyes sparkling, crinkling at the outer corners. “A whole weekend, just the two of us - no work, no distractions…” Larissa’s voice dropped an octave and her thumb began to trace over your hip bone. 

“No work?” You shot Larissa a playful grin.

“No work,” she confirmed, her voice dripping with seduction. “I want you all to myself…”

The timer for the oven went off and Larissa pressed her lips to the crown of your head before stepping back to allow you to flit about the little kitchen. She watched with a smile as you pulled the chicken out of the oven and set the table, insisting that, if she wanted to make herself useful, she could choose a wine. 

“Thank you,” Larissa whispered softly as the two of you sat across from each other at the small table adjacent to the kitchen.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you teased. “You haven’t even tried it yet.”

Larissa chuckled, resting her elbows on the table and placing her chin on her hands. “No one has ever cooked for me before,” she admitted quietly, her gaze filled with affection, and your heart constricted a tiny bit. “No one I’ve previously been with, I mean.”

“Well you deserve it,” you murmured, your cheeks turning pink. Larissa smiled at you, her hair falling in her face a little. You loved it when she wore her hair down - it suited her, it softened her face a little, but mostly, it made you feel a little smug because you knew you were one of the few people privy to this side of her.

You watched as Larissa took a bite of the food, chewing carefully, her cheeks puffing out a bit. She let out a soft moan, her eyes widening, and she grinned at you as she swallowed. “This is really good. I’ll have to have you come and cook for me every day, darling.”

Her voice was light and teasing, but your heart stuttered in your chest as your mind immediately filled with thoughts of moving in with Larissa and doing the most domestic things together. Mundane little tasks like doing the dishes, cleaning up, doing taxes - Larissa was the person you wouldn’t even mind doing taxes with.

“If it means you’ll actually eat dinner every day, then I’ll do it,” you teased back, trying not to let on to how affected you were by her comment.

Larissa spent the rest of the meal filling you in on details of the upcoming Parent’s Weekend - explaining how she’d been preparing the welcome speech, gushing about the catering she’d organized, groaning about the meetings she’d have to set up with some of the parents. You were absolutely in awe of how easily she seemed to manage with so much on her plate, and very grateful that she was sharing that part of her life with you. 

After dinner you insisted on washing up, eager butterflies settling in your tummy as you thought about your plans for the rest of the evening. Larissa sat on the counter and sipped her wine while you did the dishes, her eyes sparkling as she watched you and asked you about your studies.

When you finished the dishes, you leaned up to give Larissa a kiss. She responded eagerly, gently swiping at your lower lip with her tongue and licking into your mouth with a breathy moan. Her hands tangled in your hair as she pulled you closer, softly nipping at your lip before trailing kisses along your jaw towards your ear and licking the sensitive skin underneath your earlobe. You could feel her smile against your skin as you whimpered and tilted your neck towards her, allowing her to suck tiny bruises down the column of your throat.

“Rissa?” you asked hoarsely in between soft groans.

“Yes, my love?” she replied, her voice low and sultry.

“I was thinking we could- ah-” Larissa’s teeth grazed over your pulse point and your cunt clenched with want - but you were determined to see your plan for the evening through. “M-maybe we could move this to the living room?”

An amused smile stretched across Larissa’s face and she cocked her head to the side. “The living room?”

You nodded sheepishly and stepped back, offering your hand to help Larissa down from the counter. She didn’t really need it due to the length of her legs, but she took it anyway and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. 

Leading her to the living room, you pecked her on the lips and pried yourself from her grasp, turning to her extensive vinyl collection. You’d had a chance to look through the large, quite varied selection as you’d waited for Larissa to return from the Rave’N, so it didn’t take you long to find what you were looking for and place it on the turntable.

The opening notes to “Unforgettable” by Nat King Cole floated out of the speakers and you turned around to look at Larissa, who placed a hand over her mouth as her eyes widened.

“So I was thinking maybe we could make up for what happened after the Rave’N? If you wanted to dance, or something…” You trailed off awkwardly - you were suddenly feeling a bit shy and nervous under Larissa’s gaze, wondering if your idea was silly as you couldn’t read her expression. 

Larissa took a step towards you, her eyes a bit glazed over and her cheeks pink. Rather than responding with words, she placed her arms around your neck and ducked her head down to kiss you - only briefly, before drawing back and resting her forehead against yours. 

“Is that a yes?” you murmured, your hands instinctively finding her waist and drawing her closer.

Larissa threw her head back and laughed, the sound sending shivers down your spine and causing you to giggle. “Yes, darling. That’s a yes.”

Unforgettable In every way And forevermore That's how you'll stay

You began to sway to the music, resting your head against Larissa’s chest. You could hear the faint pounding of her heart and you smiled softly to yourself as you peeked up at the blonde through your lashes. Like always, she managed to take your breath away - she gazed down at you, her eyes half lidded and filled with warmth and affection.

“I love you, my darling,” she whispered, her fingers softly caressing your jaw, her thumb tracing your cheekbone. “Thank you. This means everything to me.”

You offered her a soft smile, nuzzling your face into her palm and allowing your eyes to fall shut. “I love you, too, Larissa Weems.”

~~~

It was Saturday and normally you’d have asked Larissa to do something together, but this weekend was Parent’s Weekend - Larissa would be busy overseeing the official function at the school.

After spending much of the day sleeping in, studying, and helping Cass choose an outfit to go clubbing in later, you decided to treat yourself to a hot chocolate at the Weathervane. Usually you’d just go to a more local café in Burlington, but you were missing Larissa a bit and you figured heading to Jericho and getting her favorite drink would help you feel closer to her. 

The shop was fairly empty for a Saturday and the young boy behind the counter - Tyler, according to his name tag - appeared to be alone today. He took your order and you stood by the pick-up counter, scrolling through your phone as you waited for your drink.

“So, you and Weems?”

You spun around, searching for the source of the voice before your gaze landed on a familiar looking girl with dark braids. Squinting slightly in confusion, you realized that you recognized her as the girl you’d seen on Outreach Day - one of Larissa’s students.

“What?” you replied, your heart beginning to race. The girl looked at you stoically, her face expressionless, her back ramrod straight - you had to give her one thing, her posture was impeccable.

Her gaze drifted down to your neck and she wrinkled her nose slightly. “That’s nauseating…” she muttered under her breath, and you could feel your face turn red as you realized you hadn’t bothered to cover the hickeys Larissa had given you.

“Are you her girlfriend?” the girl asked, looking mildly annoyed at having to explain herself.

The question caught you off guard and you realized you didn’t know if Larissa would object to you telling her students about your relationship. “I- well, she-”

Your stuttering seemed to give the girl the answer she was searching for, and she raised her eyebrow ever so slightly.

“Too bad I didn’t see you at the Rave’N,” she said coolly.

You swallowed thickly. “I’m sure Weems just didn’t want her students meddling in her private life.” You were beginning to get uncomfortable with her line of questioning, and you wished Tyler would hurry with your hot chocolate.

“Touché.”

The girl regarded you for a moment, her eyes searching your face which blazed scarlet - she was beginning to unnerve you.

“Uh, how did you… how did you know that Larissa and I are… you know…?” you asked, biting your lip nervously.

“I saw you leaving her office in a class of 1991 t-shirt. It really wasn’t that difficult to piece together the details.” She paused. “She was roommates with my mother, you know.”

You furrowed your brow, remembering something Larissa had told you after the Rave’N.

“The girl I asked turned me down for someone else. She was my roommate and it made for a… most unpleasant year.”

“Oh, I see… is your mother here for Parent’s Weekend?”

The girl stiffened slightly (if it were possible to be even more stiff), her lip twitching.

“Yes.”

Your heart sank a little. You knew it was silly, really - 1991 was over 30 years ago. Whatever happened back then was clearly in the past - and yet your stomach began to churn uncomfortably.

The girl seemed to sense your discomfort and opened her mouth to speak, but at that moment, Tyler called out “hot chocolate for Y/N?” and you spun around to face him, robotically grabbing the to-go cup.

“Wednesday, can we talk?” Tyler asked, looking past you with a timid smile. You whipped your head around, seeing the girl’s eyes widen slightly in annoyance as she closed her mouth again and nodded, brushing past you to step up to the counter. 

You took it as the perfect opportunity to leave, slipping out of the Weathervane and taking quick strides to your car. Once you were settled in the driver’s seat, you drummed your fingers nervously on the steering wheel, trying (unsuccessfully) to stop thinking about Larissa meeting her high school crush again. It was stupid - you hadn’t thought about your own high school crush in years, and you were significantly younger than Larissa. You knew she loved you - surely she wasn’t hung up on something that had happened several decades ago... Still, you didn’t know what had transpired between the two of them - Larissa had never talked to you about that part of her life, and you could tell there was something she hadn’t told you. If seeing her crush would upset her in any way…

Biting your lip, you huffed softly and pulled your phone out of your pocket, dialing Larissa’s number - it was already nearing evening, perhaps she was finished with her work for the day.

To your relief, she picked up within seconds, her smooth, velvety voice filling your ear and immediately bringing you comfort.

“Hello, darling.”

“Hi,” you breathed.

“Is everything alright?” Concern permeated her voice, and you hesitated a moment before answering.

“Yeah, everything’s fine… I just wanted to hear your voice. I hope today went well?” You tried to keep the anxiety out of your voice, but you weren’t sure you were successful.

“That’s very kind of you,” she replied, suddenly sounding a bit stiffer and more formal than usual. “I actually-” Larissa was cut off by a voice in the background - it was a woman’s voice, though you couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, and you could feel your stomach twist anxiously.

“I am in an important meeting just now, I’ll call you back later, alright?” Larissa’s tone was laced with regret.

Your heart sank but you nodded - what choice did you have? Realizing that Larissa couldn’t see you, you cleared your throat and whispered a hoarse “okay”.

Then the line went dead.

x

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Miss Ortega|  j.o

jenna ortega x lector

Before entering the new school year, I never thought that changing my calculus teacher would change my life completely. Specifically, brown eyes and freckles left me with no choice but to surrender to them. Jenna Ortega, the new calculus teacher was going to come into the life of many students, who were only going to see her as one more teacher among many in the school. But unlike them, Professor Ortega was not only going to advise me for an academic contest, but also, to divert me from the path to what had once been my comfort zone.

“Did you hear that there will be a new Calculus teacher?" Enid said with a hint of happiness. A new school year began at Nevermore Academy, and all the students were excited about the news. Mr. Brown was an old grump who spent half of his time belittling boys and girls because they didn't understand his classes. Countless times I had argued with that idiot, suppressing the urge to gouge his eyes out every time he made Enid cry, calling her things like "stupid" and "I should have failed you." Despite that, he had never said anything offensive to me, perhaps because I was his only student who excelled in his class. Maybe it was that motivation that gave me the courage to confront him and defend my best friend. Half the time, I couldn't bear to argue with this old man, and as a result, I visited the principal's office quite often. I knew his office by heart. I closed my locker with a dull thud and smiled at Enid while holding my books. Ironically, we were going to have Calculus as our first class, and to make it even more dreadful, it was going to be two hours long. 

Two endless hours.

 I hope this new teacher is pleasant.

"Actually, yes, I'm glad that old grump is gone. I couldn't stand him anymore," I rolled my eyes with annoyance, starting to walk towards our destination. Enid walked faster, catching up to me, trying to catch her breath. "But you were his favorite!" Enid interlocked our arms, walking slower in the hallway. "Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact that he has been unbearable," I tilted my head, feeling somewhat uncertain about my words. Enid furrowed her brow, and her grip on my arm loosened as we entered our classroom. We took the last seats. "Hey T/N, have you seen Spencer? She's not responding to my messages," the blonde looked at her phone with a pout, typing something I couldn't identify. I shook my head slowly, turning on my phone. A notification made me smile at the coincidence. It was from Spencer.

S: Hey T/N, I'm staying home today. I'm feeling sick.

                                                             Me: Don't worry, see you later.

"Spencer isn't coming, she's sick," I turned off my phone, putting it in a corner of my desk. The blonde looked somewhat annoyed at me. "Well, she's MY friend, and she doesn't even take the time to let me know, but she does with you," she took out her pencil case and books, muttering words I couldn't catch. "What can I say? I'm amazing," I smiled at her, and she rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance. The bell rang, signaling the start of the school year, and all the students entered their respective classrooms. The murmurs and curiosity were palpable in this school; everyone wanted to find out who the new teacher was. I rested my head on my desk, scanning the hallway outside the window. The sound of heels approaching made me shiver, and unconsciously, I looked towards the classroom door. As the sound of heels drew nearer, my heart pounded rapidly against my ribcage from nervousness. "It seems like it's a female teacher," Enid whispered beside me, nervous and excited about the news. I looked at Enid with a trembling smile. The murmurs grew louder until they ceased completely. Confused, I looked towards the door, and my breath got stuck in my throat when I saw who was standing there. A woman, too young I must admit, looked curiously at her new class. She was wearing jeans, a simple white tank top, and black heels. Her right hand held a small backpack. A ghost of a smile played on her face as she amusedly observed the students' reactions.

She... she can't be a teacher...

She entered the classroom, walking slowly towards her desk. She sat on it, swinging her legs. She smiled as she looked at us, trying to be friendly. "Hello, everyone. I'm Jenna Ortega, your new Calculus teacher," she smiled at us with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

This has to be a joke.

[opossum-writes]

Mystery Man: Pt. 2

A/N: I might make a love triangle, but i’m not sure. I’ll make a poll.

WC: 2033

Pt. 1

~~~

I sit in the kitchen of my childhood home, eating some cereal with a cup of pigs blood. My father walks in, all dressed up for work. “Hey, kid. Where is Cub 2?” He asks, adjusting his tie. “Oh, she stayed at a friend’s house last night.” I answer, and he nods.

This is typically the part of everyday where he says goodbye and leaves, but for some reason he sat down across from me on the table. “Alright, kid. I’m gonna tell you something, and I want you to promise me you won’t tell anyone. Not even your sister or mother, okay?” He says, looking me in the eyes with a stern look.

“I probably won’t come home today. I don’t know what will happen to me, but I know that whatever happens, it won’t be good. You won’t see me again. I have written my will. It’s in the drawer on the left side of my desk.” He explains. Usually he’s a lot more cheerful.

“Wait, what?” I say. Father’s watch starts beeping, and he immediately gets up and grabs his briefcase. “I have to go. I love you, Y/N. Take care of your sister, okay?” He says as he opens the front door and steps out. Before leaving, he looks at me one last time and smiles.

The house then begins to change. Vines start growing all along the walls, the wood starts rotting away and plants start sprouting between the floor boards. The milk in my bowl of cereal goes bad and moldy. I get up, scared, and take a few steps back, but I bump into someone. I turn around and i’m face to face with my mother, but something is different. She looks like a rotten corpse. She smiles at me, her sharp fangs looking deadlier than usual. “You shouldn’t keep secrets from your family, Y/N.” She says, her voice distorted.

“I-I’m sorry, mother… I didn’t want to disappoint him!” I practically shout, tears running down my face. “Wake up!!” She screams.

~~

I jolt upright, sweating bullets. I look around me, and breathe a sigh of relief. It was just a nightmare. I’m okay.

I’ve been having nightmares reliving the last time I saw my father. It always starts the same way, but ends differently. That was probably the worst one so far.

I look over to my phone to check the time, and I immediately get out of bed when I realize i’m late for my first class.

I run toward my dresser and pull out my uniform. I grab my mask and put it on, and grab my backpack and run out of my dorm and down the hall.

~~

“Mr. Ashcroft! So glad that you could join us. Please take a seat.” The botany teacher, Ms. Thornhill, says. She has a polite smile on her face. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to sleep in! I think I forgot to set my alarm.” I explain. “It’s alright. Just don’t let it happen again, Y/N.” Ms. Thornhill replies, and gestures to the only open seat. It’s next to Enid.

I look at Enid, and she’s smiling. She excitedly pats the seat next to her. I sigh, and take a seat, placing my bag under the desk. “As I was saying…” Ms. Thornhill starts the lesson, but I tune it out. I rest my head in the palm of my hand, and retreat into my own mind. I can’t seem to stop thinking about my father.

Why did he want me to keep it a secret? What happened to him? And why? What did he do?? And why did he enroll Kat and I into Nevermore Academy? What is the importance of this school? He always does things for a reason. He always has some sort of plan. He doesn’t just make decisions for the hell of it. Why was it so important to him that he put it in his will?

As my mind swirls with question after question, I feel anger start to boil within me. Who killed him? What did he do to deserve it? Why would he make me keep a secret? Why me and not Kat? Or mother? He knows I hate secrets. They make me feel so guilty. He knows me better than I know myself, so why would he put me in this situation? Why?!

My thoughts are interrupted by my claws coming out and cutting my cheek. I immediately put my claws away and put pressure on the cut. “Oh my god! Are you okay?!” Enid asks, clearly worried. I don’t reply. The girl sitting across from me turns around to look at what happened. She has a blank expression on her face. “Move your hand.” She says. At this point, all eyes are on me. I do as she says and move my hand, revealing my bloody cheek. The cut was pretty deep. No matter how much pressure I put on it, the blood never stopped coming.

“You need stitches.” She says, and gets up, grabbing her black bag from underneath the table. She sets it down in front of me on the desk and grabs a pair of gloves, and surgical thread and needles, along with a pair of tweezers and some gauze and medical tape.

“Why the hell do you carry that around? Whats next, do you have an OR at home?” I say, confused. She doesn’t reply, and simply grabs Enid’s wrist and takes the scrunchie she was wearing and uses it to clean the blood. Enid is clearly not happy about it, but just lets Wednesday do it anyway. “Excuse me, Wednesday, my classroom is not a place to stitch a wound. Why don’t you escort Y/N to the school medic?” Ms. Thornhill suggests, but the girl, who I guess is named Wednesday, doesn’t say a word.

She puts down the blood soaked scrunchie, and ties the surgical thread to the needle and picks up the needle with the tweezers and starts suturing the cut. It’s painful, but i’ve been through worse. It’s nothing I can’t handle. Usually, if someone tried this I’d probably tell them off, but the cut wouldn’t stop bleeding and I don’t want to get an infection.

Once Wednesday is done stitching my wound, I use my claws to cut the excess thread after she tied it all together. “Keep it dry, then after two days start washing with soap and water twice a day. In ten days, come see me. I’ll take them out.” She says, and sits back down. “Uh, alright, Doc.” I reply.

Ms. Thornhill clears her throat, and that reminds me that we’re still in the middle of class. I don’t tune out her lesson this time.

~~

School is over, and I’m sitting next to Kat outside, watching everyone work on their boat for the “Poe Cup” or whatever this event is. I didn’t pay too much attention when Enid rambled excitedly to me about it during lunch. “So… what the fuck happened to your face?” Kat asks. “I accidentally cut myself with my claws during botany class. That one girl… I think her name is Wednesday… she stitched me up.” I explain, and Kat chuckles. “That one weirdo who wears all black?” Kat replies, and I shrug. “I guess you could call her that.” I say. “You should thank her. Maybe you could ask her out. I doubt she’d go full doctor on you if she didn’t have the hots for you.” Kat laughs, and I groan. “Shut up.” I glare at her. “Seriously, though.” Kat says, nudging me with her elbow.

“I think she’d stab me if I asked her out. But… I don’t know. I might. I do need to thank her for pulling a Doc McStuffins on me in the middle of class.” I reply, and get up. “I’ll see you when I see you, Kat. Don’t get into any trouble, I don’t wanna have to bail you out of detention.” I say, and walk off.

As i’m walking, I see Enid painting her boat and Wednesday standing next to her. I approach the two of them from behind. I clear my throat to get their attention, and Enid jumps. “Jesus Christ! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” Enid says. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to thank Wednesday for the stitches.” I explain. “I only did because your blood was getting everywhere.” Wednesday replies, but I can see right through that. I was bleeding a lot, sure, but it only got on me. Well, also Enid’s scrunchie, but that was only because Wednesday used it to clean up the blood.

“Why do you wear a mask? Do you have a reason to hide your face?” Wednesday asks. “I wear it because my father did when he attended this school. I don’t have any skeletons in my closet. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if you did. The literal kind as well.” I chuckle, and Enid does as well. Wednesday just stares at the two of us with a blank expression.

I stop laughing and scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. “Alright, uh… i’ll be on my way.” I say, and start walking away, but i’m stopped by Enid grabbing my wrist.

~ENID’S POV~

“Wait! Let me see what you look like under the mask.” I say. Y/N just smiles slightly at me, his E/C eyes looking into mine. I start to get a little flustered under his gaze. “If you win the poe cup, i’ll take it off. Deal?” He says. I nod my head. There is no way I’m losing to Bianca now.

I let go of Y/N’s wrist and he walks away. I watch him as he leaves. “Enid! Keep painting.” Yoko shouts, and I quickly get back to painting the boat.

“As I was saying before Y/N interrupted, Weems has been watching me like a vulture circling a carcass.” Wednesday continues. “And you want me to cover so that you can return to the scene of a crime that didn’t happen?” I ask. “I have beekeeping club this afternoon. I need you as decoy.” Wednesday explains. “Sorry. Two strikes. I’m busy and bees totally creep me out. Why don’t you ask Thing? Oh wait, you can’t because he’s mad at you.” I replied. “Why’s he mad? He’s the one who screwed up with Rowan.” Wednesday asks. I shrug. “All I know is that we spent an hour giving each other manis, and he really opened up. He feels like you don’t respect him as a person.” I answer. “Technically, he’s only a hand.” Wednesday says. “Wednesday! He’s your family. And he would do anything for you. Go apologize and I’ll reconsider helping you.” I say, and get back to painting the boat. Wednesday doesn’t reply, and just storms off.

After a while of painting in silence, Yoko speaks up. “You seem to like that new boy.” She says. “I do not! I’m just curious about him.” I defend myself. “Then why are you being so defensive about it?” Yoko smirks. I sigh. “I guess thats fair. I don’t know, can you blame me? Imagine if a new girl showed up wearing a mask, and they haven’t made any effort to make any friends and mainly stick to one person? You’d probably think they were hot! I love a good mystery.” I explain, and Yoko puts her hands up “I’m not judging! It’s just something I noticed. He seems kinda into you. You should ask him out.” Yoko says. “I barely know him. Plus, he’d probably say no. If he were to ask out anyone, it’d probably be Wednesday. After all, she did stitch up his cut in the middle of class. If a guy did that for me, i’d ask him out. It’s a total meet cute.” I explain.

“Well, I don’t see why he wouldn’t ask you out. The way he looks at you doesn’t seem very platonic.” Yoko shrugs. Huh. Maybe he does like me after all. I guess i’ll never know unless I try. Who knows? Maybe this mystery man is my soulmate.

To Be Continued…

[paganfantasy]

Monster High Wednesday Doll

A striking vision in her trademark black, this Wednesday Addams doll reimagines the show’s titular character and her iconic gothic style through a Monster High lens. A tie, statement belt, and spiderweb tights complement Wednesday’s Nevermore Academy uniform. Chunky platform boots feature her cello on one heel and her beloved scorpion Nero on the other. She comes with her loyal confidante Thing sporting his signature stitches, as well as a glossy black backpack with skullette and spiderweb details.

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[wenclairfamily]

Super Romantic Wenclair Fanfiction Story: "What Wednesday Chose"

Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage and children. For the last seventeen years of their marriage, life has moved at a breakneck pace for Wednesday and Enid; giving them little time to catch their breath for very long. However, now the two are finally able to take a long vacation... where they may learn new things about one another...

~19 Years Ago:

Teenage Wednesday Addams was laying on her bed in her dorm room at Nevermore Academy. Wednesday was wearing a long black night gown as she lay under her black blanket, with her eyes completely closed. Suddenly outside: loud thunder could be heard, as the light from lightning strikes nearby filled the room for quick moments. On the other side of the room: teenage Enid Sinclair lay awake under a pink blanket while wearing pink underwear, with a scared look in her eyes. As the sound of thunder got louder, Enid got more terrified as she stepped out of her bed. Enid then slowly walked towards Wednesday's bed, and with a frightened tone she said, "Wednesday... is the thunder keeping you up too?" While remaining completely still and keeping her eyes closed, Wednesday only moved her mouth as she said, "Actually, it was helping me sleep more soundly than usual until your nagging voice disrupting the soothing background noise awakened me."

As Enid looked very nervous she said, "I'm sorry. It's just... thunder and lightning have always scared me. I've learned to deal with it better as I've gotten older... but I've never heard thunder this loud before, and I... I know it's childish, but... can I sleep with you tonight?" Wednesday then opened her eyes, and turned her head to give Enid a glaring look as she said, "Enid, I am accustomed to sleeping in total peace as the experience of being completely unconscious is the closest thing I can experience to death while living. However that peace could easily be disrupted if..." Then suddenly the loudest sound of thunder was heard outside. A scared Enid screamed in terror, jumped into Wednesday's bed, and immediately hugged her tightly. Wednesday rolled her eyes and groaned in frustration... but reluctantly remained still... and slowly closed her eyes as she allowed Enid to remain in bed with her.

~Present Day:

Wednesday and Enid were walking up a tall mountain together. Wednesday was wearing a black t-shirt and black shorts, while Enid was wearing a pink t-shirt and white shorts; with both women wearing backpacks. As the two married woman walked beside one another, a smiling Enid said, "Wow. Look at that view around us. Now taking a long hike into the mountains... this is how I wanted us to spend a vacation together." Wednesday kept a straight face as she said, "Agreed. The long amount of walking has caused great strain to my muscles, and is pushing me to a point of near dehydration and exhaustion. It is indeed feels quite wonderful."

Then a smiling Enid held Wednesday's hand as she said, "Well, whatever we do... I'm just glad we're doing it together. Whether we're laying together in bed, or staging a prison riot together... I will always love you Wednesday Addams." Wednesday however said nothing as she continued to walk alongside Enid. Enid then glanced at Wednesday as she said, "And now you're supposed to say something equally romantic to me." Wednesday then glanced at Enid with a deadpan expression while saying, "And I... value your continued existence Enid." Enid sighed a bit, but then smiled as she said, "You're allowed to say I love you back to me. You've said it before Wednesday. It wouldn't kill you to try saying it again."

Then suddenly the two heard the sound of a roaring beast. Emerging from a nearby cave was a huge bear like monster that could stand upright; with razor sharp claws, fangs in it's mouth, red eyes, and dark red fur. The monster ran at the two women, as a smiling Wednesday said, "Finally. Something truly enjoyable." Then End had her wolf claws appear from her hands as she said, "Don't worry Wens. I'll..." Then the bear monster immediately smacked Enid hard, and sent her flying to the ground very hurt. Wednesday meanwhile had a look of confidence in her face as she said, "Prepared yourself creature to be sent to hell." Then Wednesday took out a sword and ran towards the bear monster.

Then just as Wednesday swung her sword, the bear monster surprisingly jumped over Wednesday... and then the bear monster used it's claw to hit Wednesday very hard in the head. Wednesday then fell to the ground, as her head hit a large rock while she landed. As a hurt Enid tried to get up, she immediately saw Wednesday had been knocked out, and that a large deep wound was now exposed on the side of her head, causing blood to pour from it. As Enid tried to crawl towards Wednesday, fear and terror went across her face as she said, "No! Oh God, no! Please don't be dead Wednesday! Oh God, please don't be dead!"

Suddenly an old woman in a white toga ran onto the scene while holding a large white scepter. The old woman then swung her scepter at the bear monster several times, immediately injuring it. The old woman then yelled, "Begone beast!" The hurt bear monster made a growling noise, and then reluctantly ran away. As the old women turned to look at Enid, she said, "The beast is gone for now. Do you require help?" As Enid crawled towards Wednesday, she said, "I'll be okay. But my wife is really hurt. Please help her!"

The old woman then walked over to the hurt Wednesday. As the old woman put her hand over the bloody wound on Wednesday's head, she said, "Your wife has been gravely hurt. The beast has given her a deep wound. The claws penetrated deep into her head, and damaged key portions of her brain." As Enid looked completely scared, she said, "She's suffering from brain damage!? No. No! We have to do something." The old woman then looked at Enid as she said, "Listen. I am a mystic medicine woman. As long as a person is not fully dead, I can heal many wounds modern medicine cannot. However with this type of brain damage, I can only heal a person's wound with someone that is of the same heart as them. If you are indeed her wife: then you two are of the same heart; which means my mystic abilities can use your mind to repair hers. But only with your consent."

A desperate looking Enid then said, "Fine. I consent. Just please save my wife now!" The old mystic woman then put both of her hands on Wednesday and Enid's heads. Suddenly, all three of them began to glow. Then there was a flash... and suddenly Wednesday's wound on her head was completely gone. The old mystic woman stood up and then said, "I have used my mystic abilities and your mind to heal your wife. Now then, I must go. It is my duty to remain on these hills, and help those that are attacked by the beast." The old mystic woman then walked away, while Enid realized Wednesday was breathing... but still wasn't waking up. Enid then got out her phone, dialed a number, and then said, "Hello. Yes, me and my wife were just attacked by a beast on Raven Stone Mountain. We survived with some help, but we still need help. Please, we need an emergency helicopter right away!"

***

Wednesday laid asleep on a hospital bed (wearing a black hospital gown), while Enid sat by her side in a nearby chair. Wednesday eventually opened her eyes, and began to look around as she said, "What happened?" A relieved and happy Enid then said, "Wednesday, thank God you're okay! Despite being healed by that weird mystic medicine woman, I wasn't sure if you'd ever wake up." Wednesday then slowly sat up as she said, "Come on Enid. I've survived being nearly killed by Laurel Gates, Joseph Crackstone, several demons, cat monsters, a shtriga, an army of lizard creatures and sirens, and a dark alternate universe version of myself. I wasn't about to meet my end from some bear." A happy Enid then said, "Well, I'm glad I'm gonna be able to call the rest of the family now and say you're okay. They'll all be so so happy... especially Ana, since you staying alive longer ensures she gets a bigger inheritance." Then Wednesday laughed loudly, and then smiled as she said, "Oh, Ana. That daughter of ours is such a genius, and such a schmuck at the same time."

Enid suddenly had a confused and freaked out look on her face, as her eyes widened while she said, "Wednesday... you just laughed. I have never heard you laugh... ever. What just caused that!?" Wednesday then casually said, "I don't know. You said something funny, and I just laughed at it. Ooo. Does this hospital serve chocolate ice cream!? I am so having a craving for chocolate ice cream right now. Also, is there anyway I can get out of this hospital gown? I so need to go into town and find something really sexy to wear for our dinner date tonight." Enid suddenly looked terrified as she said, "What is going here!? Were you drinking wine again before you got hurt? Are you an alternate universe version of my wife!? Did you disguise your soul again with an alternate personality because some demon is hunting you!? Explain yourself!" Wednesday however looked confused as she said, "Whoa Enid. Chill. I'm just being me. My mind feels fine." Then a look of clarity went across Enid's face as she said, "Hold on. Your mind..."

***

Enid was sitting in an office in front of an older male doctor. The older male doctor held some scans out as he said, "Well Ms Addams, I took those detailed scans as you requested; and then looked at the last detailed scan done on your wife years ago. You're right. Something has changed with her brain." Enid looked nervous as she said, "But I don't get it. What changed? How did it get changed!?" Then old doctor then said, "Well... out of curiosity, I looked at the scans done on your own brain... and it would seem part of your wife's brain has been restructured somehow to resemble yours now. It's like nothing I've ever seen." Another look of clarity went across Enid's face as she said, "Wait. That old mystic woman. She said her special powers would heal Wednesday's mind with my own. I... I think her powers scanned my brain, and then used that as a template for what the damaged parts of Wednesday's brain were supposed to look like." The older doctor then said, "That's the best theory I have as well."

Then a confused and worried Enid said, "But... what does this mean? Is my wife some weird mental clone of me now?" The doctor turned his head and said, "No. The areas of the brain that contain Wednesday's memories are unaltered. However, the parts of the mind that are used to process new information and regulate emotion are what have changed. Your wife is still who she is. Her personality however is just a bit different now." Then suddenly a smiling Wednesday walked into the room as she excitedly said, "Hey Enid. Come take a selfie with me. You know, I just realized I have like millions of followers on Instagram; and yet have barely posted anything. We totally have to change that!" Enid then turned to look at her doctor, and with a concerned voice she said, "Doc, I think more than just my wife's personality has changed."

***

Early that evening, Wednesday and Enid walked into a fancy restaurant together. Enid was wearing a white dress, while Wednesday was wearing a similar dress that was pink. Enid kept turning her head to look at Wednesday's pink outfit, while a confused looking Wednesday noticed this and said, "Anything wrong?" Enid quickly turned her head and said, "Nothing. Just... not used to seeing you in that color." As Wednesday examined her dress, she said, "Yeah. I guess pink has never been my thing before. But now... it just feels so right." Then Wednesday noticed one person sitting at a table was holding a small dog in their lap. Wednesday then glared at the dog as she said, "That person brought a dog into this restaurant!?" Then Enid rolled her eyes and said, "Well I guess her real personality had to be unlocked by something." Then Wednesday immediately approached the person holding the small dog, and said, "Aww. Your little pooch is so cute!" The person holding the small dog said, "Really? Thanks. He's my emotional support animal; which is why they let him in."

Soon, Wednesday and Enid sat at a table together. A smiling Wednesday then looked at Enid as she said, "This is nice. You and me eating at a fancy place. Why don't we do this more often?" Then a confused looking Enid said, "Because you've told me countless times that agreeing to pay for overpriced food that we could make ourselves for 90 percent less money helps perpetuate the growing issue with the wealthy wasting their money on overpriced goods instead of improving the state of our near meaningless world." A smiling Wednesday then said, "I really said that? Well... maybe that's true... but isn't it fun to sometimes go to places like this and be served like we're princesses!?" Enid looked a little hesitant to smile as she said, "Well... yeah, it is."

***

Some time later, Wednesday and Enid were finishing their desert as a happy Wednesday said, "Oh God, that chocolate sundae was so freaking good! Why don't we ever eat stuff like that more often!?" Enid raised one eyebrow as she said, "Because you've often said you loathe the American ideal of paying higher prices for food that's designed to kill us more quickly." Then Wednesday shrugged as she said, "I guess that's true... but I also guess I now love sundaes. Thank you for recommending we do all this tonight Enid. I don't know where I'd be without you." Enid made a little smile as she casually said, "You'd probably have taken over the world by now if you didn't have me and the kids holding you back." Then Wednesday looked directly at Enid as she said, "No, you don't get it Enid. I... I feel like I'd be nowhere without you. I mean... you mean everything to me. You remember my first semester at Nevermore Academy, when we snuck into the Gates mansion that one night?" Enid nodded her head as she said, "Yeah. Tyler, who we didn't know was a Hyde yet, nearly killed us. You also lost your snood I made you... not that you really liked it."

Then Wednesday bent down as she went into her purse... and then pulled out her black snood as she said, "I went back to retrieve it the next day, and had Thing fix it." Enid's eyes widened with surprise, while Wednesday said, "Maybe I didn't like wearing it... but the fact that it was a gift from you... meant everything to me. In fact... after that night in the mansion, when we had our first fight and you left our dorm room... I curled up into a ball... and after hours of remaining still, and making sure absolutely no one could hear me... I cried. It was the first time I had done so since Nero had died. I think it was only then that I first realized deep down... I loved you Enid... because you only cry over losing the people you deeply care about." Enid's eyes widened in surprise as she said, "I... I never knew. I never realized."

Then Wednesday reached over and had one of her hands touch Enid's as she said, "Then know this. Enid... you are the one who makes my life better every day. For my entire life... I felt like my soul was always on the edge of being pulled too deep into darkness. For my entire life, all I could see was the evils in humanity in any person I met. Every day I saw a world burning, and kept seeing new things that made me want to wish I wish I would just finally kill myself. It became so much that every night I dreamed - I heard my inner self screaming every second I was subconscious. But then... there was you Enid. Despite being turned off from your bright colors and some of your odd habits at first... I saw you as pure light... the only pure light strong enough to keep my heart from being overwhelmed by the darkness. You were real, you were pure, you were true, and you were the first person I ever met that made me better, and made me want to keep being better. Also, thanks to you... the screaming in my subconscious finally stopped several years ago... and even though I still feel like so much of the world is still dark and burning... you've become my ultimate light of goodness I seek in the dark burning storm. You're more than my wife Enid. You're my soul mate, my comfort, my pleasure, my eternal companion, my world... my everything."

Enid's eyes had slowly widened as Wednesday finished speaking. Tears then began to come from her eyes, as Enid covered her mouth with both her hands. Then after a moment, Enid slowly lifted her hands down as she said, "Wednesday, I... I had no idea that all this time you truly..." Wednesday interrupted Enid as she said, "Well, I was never good at heartfelt speeches. But... it just suddenly feels easy for me now." As more tears appeared in Enid's eyes, she leaned over the table and kissed Wednesday. Then once the kiss ended, a smiling Wednesday then said, "You know... the only regret I have is that our relationship started on such unusual rocky ground. I wish I could go back in time to my first year at Nevermore Academy, and tell you in a more proper way how I felt about you. In fact... would you mind if I did that right now?" Then a curious and smiling Enid said, "You mean like role play we're teenagers again? Sure, I'm down for that."

Then a grinning Wednesday said, "Okay. So... imagine we're at Nevermore Academy right before we were all sent home at the end of my first semester there. I've just been given a cell phone by Xavier, and we're about to say our final goodbyes before I get into my family's limo. Now... go ahead." Then a smiling Enid turned her head away for a moment, and then turned to look right back at Wednesday as she said, "Well... see ya later roomy. I'll miss you." Then Wednesday put on a pretend nervous face as she said, "Enid... there's something I need to tell you. I know in the grand scheme of our lives, we've practically just met, and we still need more time to get to know each other, but... despite only just recently meeting... there's something important I need to tell you." Then a curious looking Enid smiled as she said, "What is it Wednesday?" Then violin music at a moderate tempo began to play nearby as a grinning Wednesday said, "You know... I've hated wishes all my life. They always gave me a fright. But as I look at this sight, I see great change for my life. Now I'd give my soul for a wish, for maybe one special kiss. I wasn't looking for this, but now you're in my way." Then as a guitar player and string quarter appeared in the restaurant playing accompanying music, a confused looking Enid said, "Wednesday, what's going on?

Then a grinning Wednesday began to sing, "Your grin was holding. Pretty dress, claws were spouting. Blood moon, werewolf howling. Where you think you're going baby?" Then Wednesday jumped out of her seat and was joined by a surprise flash mob of dancers as she looked straight at Enid while singing, "Hey, I just met you. And this is crazy. But here's my number. So call me maybe. It's hard to look right, at you baby. But here's my number. So call me maybe." Enid meanwhile had a big happy smile on her face, as Wednesday and her flash mob were doing a precise synchronized dance, while a happy Wednesday sang, "Hey, I just met you. And this is crazy. But here's my number. So call me maybe. And all those other boys, tried to chase me. But here's my number. So call me maybe."

Then a happy Enid jumped out of her seat laughing, and then hugged Wednesday. Many people in the restaurant applauded and cheered. Then once Enid was done hugging Wednesday, she asked, "Where did you hire a band and a flash mob so quickly?" Then a grinning Wednesday said, "Well apparently having my autobiography turned into a Netflix show has made me kind of famous. Also, it didn't dawn on me till now if I just asked people for favors very sweetly and nicely, a lot more people are willing to help you. So now then... shall we return to our hotel room?" Then Enid made a big excited smile as she said, "Yes, we shall!"

***

Wednesday and Enid lay naked next to one another in bed as a very pleased Enid said, "Wow Wednesday. Just… wow. I mean… it's not like we did any type of new positions, but… the way you moved your fingers and the way you kissed me… it was like I was having sex with you for the first time all over again. I mean just now you were so… soft, gentle, and patient. It felt so… magical." As Wednesday grinned, she said, "Enid, my love… you only deserve someone that loves you the way you love." Suddenly the two women heard screaming outside. The two women quickly got out of bed, and began to put their underwear on as they looked outside a nearby window. The two then saw the bear monster from earlier was in the middle of town running at people. As individuals fled in terror, a worried Enid said, "The monster is back. Come on. We have to do something."

***

A fully clothed Wednesday and Enid stood near the corner of an alley as they saw the bear monster slowly coming towards them. Enid then glanced at Wednesday as she said, "A lot of people are gonna be hurt if we don't do something. Okay... I'll wolf out and distract the creature. We're not in an open area this time, so I should be able to distract it. As I attack, you run up from behind with your sword and stab him to death." Wednesday suddenly looked shocked as she said, "Whoa! You want me to kill that creature!? But... what if that bear has a family with cubs that depend on it?" A confused Enid then said, "What the heck are you talking about Wednesday!? You never brought up these thoughts when you attacked monsters we faced in the past." Then a worried looking Wednesday said, "Oh God, I didn't. The Shtriga monster and all those lizard creatures I killed... what if they had offspring who then had to grow up without their parents? Oh my God! Am I the monster!?"

Then suddenly the old mystic woman ran onto the scene holing her scepter out. The old mystic woman hit the bear monster with scepter several times, causing the now injured bear to roar in pain. Then the bear monster used it's claws to hit the old mystic woman in the back, causing her to scream. The bear monster, which was also hurt, then ran away while growling. Enid then quickly ran over to the old mystic woman as she said, "Are you okay?" The old mystic woman slowly sat up as she said, "I will live... but I am not okay. I have been keeping that beast at bay for fifty years now, but that was the first time the creature has actually laid a claw on me. I am apparently finally too old for this. I have tried to keep the creature away from this town all my life without killing it... but it would seem we must finally end it's existence for the good of the many. The creature will likely return soon, so we must prepare. Do you know of someone that is capable of this task?" Enid then glanced at a nervous looking Wednesday while saying, "I thought I knew someone that was capable of that... but now I don't know..."

***

In an old abandoned warehouse, the old mystic woman laid against a wall looking weak, while Enid sat next to her. Wednesday meanwhile stood nearby at an open doorway looking concerned as she said, "What do I do if that monster comes back? It's my enemy... but I'm also it's enemy. Am I in the right if others believe me not to be?" Meanwhile Enid looked at the old mystic woman as she said, "So now my wife is caught in an ethical dilemma loop. It's like her dark memories and new bright personality are starting to become incompatible. What's going on with her?" The old mystic woman looked confused as she said, "I've never seen this happen before. Whenever I heal the wounds between loved ones, they always go back to normal. However... the way you describe your wife before I healed her... she doesn't sound anything like you."

Enid sighed, and then said, "Yeah, I'm aware of how different we both are. Look... is there a way you can restore my wife back to the way she was? To stop this creature, I think the tipping point is gonna require someone as dark and twisted as the true Wednesday Addams to save us." The old woman looked a bit concerned as she said, "Well... my magic scanned the structure of your mind to heal your wife earlier; which is indeed what caused her mind to become more like yours. Now with time, her old memories will better adapt to her new personality. However... if I perhaps focused on scanning all your memories of how your wife once was... that will cause her brain to snap back to the way it was. But I must say... anyone would think you'd be pleased to finally have a spouse that thinks and acts just like you. Why would you want your wife to return to the dark and twisted individual she used to be?"

Enid looked down for a moment, sighed, took a deep long breath, and then looked straight at the old mystic woman as she said, "Because that's who she is. That's the woman I chose to fall in love with... and that's the woman who chose to fall in love with me. Yes, sometimes I wish Wednesday was a little more... normal. There are moments occasionally when I wish Wednesday could understand my feelings better, and also be able to more clearly express hers. There are moments sometimes where Wednesday says and does certain uncomfortable things, and I wish she could fully grasp how uncomfortable those things she says and does makes me. There are days where I wish for just a split second that Wednesday could act just like me... but that's not who she is... and that's okay. Wednesday Addams is a cold and dark woman who barely knows how to grasp emotions and feelings... but despite all that... she still chose to marry me. The woman who had practically no room in her heart to love anyone... fell in love with me... and knowing that I was the one and only person in the world that Wednesday Addams chose to fall in love with... makes me the happiest woman in existence every day... even though I can't fully share in that happiness with her."

The old mystic woman sighed as she looked down for a moment. Wednesday then walked over the two, and sat down with a smiling face while saying, "Hey Enid. Sorry I've been so scattered brained today. You've been so understanding and supportive with me. Honestly... of all the things I've told you today, there's one very important thing about my feelings I still haven't said yet. You see..." Suddenly the old mystic woman put her hands on both Wednesday and Enid's heads. Wednesday immediately stopped talking as the three women's bodies glowed. As Wednesday looked like she was caught in a trance, a smiling Enid said, "I love you Wednesday Addams... but I can't love a woman who isn't 100 percent the real Wednesday Addams." A worried looking Wednesday then opened her mouth as she said, "Enid, I... I..." A smiling Enid then put one finger on Wednesday's mouth as she said, "Shh. It's okay. You'll tell me how you feel in your own way."

Suddenly the bear monster burst through a wall in the building and made a loud roaring noise. Just as the three women stopped glowing, Enid stood up and yelled, "I got this! Raaa!" Then Enid quickly wolfed out. Her body within seconds became a tall strong werewolf as she ran towards the bear monster. Enid threw several punches at the bear monster, but the bear monster deflected each attack with it's claws. Then the bear monster punched Enid in the stomach several times, causing Enid to lose her breath. Enid tried to attack again, but the bear monster quickly grabbed Enid and threw her hard to the ground. The bear monster then raised it's claws up ready to give a deadly blow to Enid, while a hurt Enid laid on the ground looking scared.

Then suddenly... Wednesday Addams jumped up with her sword in her hand... and immediately cut the bear monster's head off. Blood spat into the air and hit Wednesday's face and clothing, as the monster's body fell to the ground. Wednesday then stood still for a moment; a cold unfeeling look on her face, a sword in her hand, and spats of blood covering her face and body. Wednesday then looked down at Enid, and with a practical tone to her voice, Wednesday plainly said, "The creature is dead, the town is now safe, and we have survived. Let us return to our hotel room now." Enid then transformed back to her regular human form, and began to put a spare change of clothes on. However as she did, Enid had a small look of sadness in her eyes.

~19 Years Ago:

Teenage Wednesday Addams was typing on her type writer in her dorm room at Nevermore Academy, while all alone. Teenage Enid then suddenly walked into the dorm room as she said, "Hey. You missed a great party in Yoko's dorm. Anyway, I am so tired from all the dancing. I am heading straight to bed." Wednesday kept a straight face as she said, "Excellent. Perhaps I shall get a decent amount of sleep tonight, instead of hearing your music blasting from your ear buds. Now then... I must procure a new blanket for myself before heading to bed. Thing apparently cut up my old one in an attempt to build a small 'house' for himself." Enid then made a warm smile as she said, "You know... you could sleep with me in my bed to keep warm. That one time we slept together the other week... that was the most comfortable and deepest sleep I ever felt." Wednesday however looked slightly annoyed and worried as she said, "I... I... I would prefer to look for one of my spare blankets first."

Wednesday then went into her closet, as a smiling Enid said, "Well... the offer still stands indefinitely in case you change your mind." Then Enid laid down in her bed while laying on her side, with her back facing Wednesday's closet. Within minutes: Enid's eyes were closed, and her body was motionless. Then Wednesday slowly came out of the closet... and while wearing a black night gown, she slowly approached Enid's bed. Wednesday then stood still for a moment as she looked down at Enid. Then Wednesday moving slowly... got into Enid's bed, pulled the blanket over her body... and then laid beside Enid while hugging her. Wednesday's eyes then slowly closed as she drifted to sleep. However soon after Wednesday was fully asleep... Enid's eyes opened and she made a happy smile...

~Present Day:

Wednesday and Enid laid in their hotel bed naked together, as they had a blanket covering the lower halves of their bodies. As the two faced each other, a tired Wednesday said, "Tomorrow we shall head out and search for a group of criminals that my informants have told me are seeking to resurrect an ancient demon that once posed as a God to the local villagers' ancestors. We must ensure we carry extra holy water and explosives with us." Enid made a little smirk as she said, "Let me guess. In your mind, this is the perfect way to end our romantic vacation together." Wednesday kept a completely straight face as she said, "Of course it is. Now then... we must begin to sleep if we are to go into battle with sound mind and body tomorrow." Wednesday then closed her eyes as she moved her body into a comfortable sleeping position. Enid then made a warm smile as she said, "Is there anything else you wanna say to me?" As Wednesday's voice began to sound a bit groggy, she said, "No." Enid chuckled a bit, and then said, "Do you remember what you were gonna tell me before the old mystic woman fixed you up?" Wednesday began to drift to sleep, as she softly said, "No." Then after a minute of silence passed, a smiling Enid then said, "Wednesday?" However Wednesday was now fully asleep and didn't respond. Enid then simply laid her head on her pillow, and looked at her wife as she said, "Thank you for choosing me." Then Enid finally closed her own eyes, and the two married woman fell asleep beside one another.

THE END

...

...or maybe not...

EPILOGUE:

Wednesday laid asleep in bed, as her body began to toss and turn. As Wednesday slept, a very vivid dream began to enter her mind. In the dream, Wednesday saw herself in a dark place. Suddenly a dark cloaked figure began to walk towards her, as a mysterious sounding voice said, "How does it feel Wednesday Addams... to finally be completely defeated by the last person you ever expected to overpower you!?" Wednesday then suddenly opened her eyes, and saw she was still in the hotel bed next to Enid. Wednesday breathed heavily for a moment... and then closed her eyes while softly saying to herself, "That... that had to be dream. There is no chance that could have been an actual vision of the future. It... it simply wasn't..." Then Wednesday tried to drift back to sleep... while the memory of her recent dream continued to linger in her mind...

*Opening pictured created with AI

*Last two pictures created by @annietheartsyartist

[goosegirl94]

Myslyvets Return to Nevermore

Chapter 4 The School Bell Rings

It was an unusually sunny day at the academy. Nevermore was busy with students returning to it's grounds. The front yard was packed with students saying their goodbyes to their parents. Ainsley was beaming with excitement. After meeting Bianca and Enid, she was really looking forward to meeting the other students. She looked back at the times she sat with young Wednesday at the Addams mansion in the study teaching her all she knew about monsters at the time. If she remembered correctly, Wednesday's most favourite monster was the werewolf. Speaking of the Addams, Ainsley spotted an all to familiar hearse approaching the schools front doors. Ainsley was smiling ear to ear. It was time to surprise Wednesday! As the Addams were finishing saying farewell to Wednesday, Ainsley stealthily walked behind Wednesday. "Hello Wednesday. It's been a while."

Wednesdays eyes widened, the corner of her mouth slightly twitched to make a quick smile. She turned to see Ainsley giggling and smiling at her. Wednesday looked back to her parents who smiled and nodded at her. "Surprise my darling", Morticia said adoring her daughters happy confused face.

"Ainsley? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I'm a teacher and head of security here at Nevermore now. It's good to see you Wed-"

With her ninja like reflexes Wednesday dashed to Ainsley wrapping her arms around to hug her. Ainsley blinked looking over to the Addams and hugged her back. They both tightened each others hold. Wednesday missed Ainsley who was like an older sister to her even though she had never said it out loud. Knowing that Ainsley was going to be at the school brought her a feeling of safety she hadn't think she needed before. Ainsley placed a hand on the back of Wednesdays head pulling her in closer. She could tell there was mixed emotions going through the little goth girls head. Pugsley tried to sneak in for a group hug but was stopped with Wednesday putting a hand up to his chest. "Come on! I missed Ainsley to!"

Ainsley chuckled and stepped to the younger Addams hugging him tight. "I'm happy to see you to lill guy. Morticia, Gomez, you both look well."

Back up at Enid and Wednesday's dorm room. Enid was watched the reunion and smiled rubbing her face scars. It was nice to see Wednesday smile. It made her first time seeing Wednesday this semester special. Ainsley assisted Lurch with carrying Wednesday's things. Thing jumped into Wednesdays backpack excited to see his favourite rainbow colour werewolf. Enid couldn't contain her excitement anymore and leaned against the railing on the balcony and shouted to her raven, "Wednesday!" Wednesday looked up to her dorm room window where she saw Enid bouncing with excitement waving down to her. Wednesday smiled a bright smile thinking Enid couldn't see it but with her wolf eyes, she defiantly could. Enid giggled and jumped onto her bed. Butterflies were all around her stomach. She took a deep breath. Her raven had finally flown back to her.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hello, how are you?... I was thinking of one where perhaps the reader (normi) knows Laurel (and they are girlfriends) before she arrived in Jericó and they both have a similar past with the outcasts, so they both begin their revenge in Nevermore, but the Reader begins to warm to the Outcasts and realizes that they're not that bad. Laurel and the Reader argue over how "soft" the Reader is getting (kind of dark) and the Reader decides to distance herself from Laurel. for a while, which Laurel doesn't like at all and the reader begins to flirt with other nevermore teachers, Laurel makes them "disappear" and kidnaps the reader telling her that she is his (some dark smut), in that the Reader tricks Laurel into thinking she is on her side into releasing her and helps Wednesday defeat Laurel. Laurel escapes somehow and the reader goes through her life without Laurel until she starts being chased by Laurel and they reunite. The reader fights for her love for the redhead and decides to go back to her despite everything. Something dark and a bit toxic, sorry if it's a lot!

Yessss here it is!!!! I think I've changed the ending a bit, I'm sorry fot that, but I think is quite similar!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!!!

I think I've changed my mind

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, dark themes, slightly smut, dark Laurel, dark reader (at first) bad choices..

Word count: 6,442

Summary: They have to disappear, you were sure. You want to do it with your girlfriend but, is she right? They all deserve to die?

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“It's here,” Laurel said, stopping the car in front of what looked like a very large, and very abandoned house. You looked out the window and raised your eyebrows.

“Really, Lau? You didn't tell me we were going to live in a ruin,” you said getting out of the car, sighing. The redhead winked at you as she took the luggage out of the trunk.

“Don't be so exaggerated (Y/N), inside the house is fine, it just needs a little love and a vacuum cleaner,” she replied. You frowned and looked at that imposing mansion.

“Okay, okay… If you say so…” You sighed, putting a backpack on your shoulder.

You and your girlfriend had just arrived to Jericho after a long journey. Laurel had found a job at Nevermore, a strange academy that was on the outskirts of that small town. Naturally you moved in with her, but what you didn't imagine was that an abandoned and dusty house would be your new home.

“Well, what do you think?” The redhead asked as she entered the old mansion. You were wide-eyed. The house was a mess of dust and cracked wood. Although there was electricity and water, you would need months to clean the place. None of that really mattered to you, you had reason not to complain.

“Do I have to answer?” You asked ironically.

“Oh, my girl…” Your girlfriend told you, grabbing you by her waist. “It will only be temporary, you'll see.”

“Temporary…” You sighed, going up the stairs to what would be your room.

The room was no better than the rest of the house, but it seemed somehow cleaner. Laurel set the suitcases on the bed and went to a small painting of a landscape, moving it to the side. Behind it was a safe.

“Oh, secret safes…” You teased, sitting on the old bed. She looked at you, rolling her eyes and pulling out a folder full of documents, along with something more disturbing, an old pistol.

“Eh, eh, be careful with that,” you said, shuddering a little.

“It's not reloaded, calm down,” the redhead said. “Or so I hope.”

“How funny, what is this?”

“This is our passport for revenge, come on, take a look.”

You looked at her doubtfully, but you opened the folder she gave you. In it were documents, obviously forged, describing a person you didn't know.

“Marilyn Thornhill?” You asked as you read the name from a fake ID. “You should have asked me for help with the name,” you said amused. Laurel laughed and sat down next to you.

“It seemed appropriate,” she said, shrugging. “Oh, I almost forgot. A final touch of innocence...”

The redhead rummaged in one of her suitcases and took out a pair of glasses that looked new.

“Out with contact lenses,” she said, putting the small lenses away and putting on those fancy glasses. “How I look? Do I look innocent?”

You laughed looking at your girlfriend's new look. You didn't think she was bad at all, honestly.

“You seem like the typical spinster who lives in a house surrounded by plants and cats. I like it,” you said funny. She laughed too, taking your hand.

“(Y/N), that you are here with me is very important to me. I never thought that I could count on you for this.”

She was right, you would never imagine doing this with her. But you wanted to do it, you had the need. Two years ago, after your car broke down in the middle of nowhere, you met this woman, Teresa. She became your girlfriend shortly after.

Little by little you shared the horrible experiences of your past. They all had something in common, the outcasts.

When you were very young and lived in a village near a forest, you and your family suffered a horrible attack from a horrible creature, which you later learned was a werewolf. You were left alone, devastated. That werewolf took your family from you. You felt powerless, you thought you could never forget it, do justice. No one in your town wanted to face that creature.

But when you met the real woman behind Teresa, Laurel Gates, you found a woman who was truly out for justice. The outcasts caused the death of her family, just like you. They were evil and Laurel was the brave woman who was determined to eradicate them.

You might not have as personal a vendetta as hers, but you could at least prevent more families from being hurt by those creatures.

After some time preparing a plan that seemed absurd to you, Laurel landed a position as a botany teacher at Nevermore, the root of all her misfortunes. She told you that you didn't have to accompany her, that it was dangerous.

You loved her. You loved her madly. You couldn't leave her alone, you had to be there to support her, to help with her revenge.

At first the plan did not go forward. Laurel disguised herself as the non-existent Marilyn Thornhill and acted normal, doing what she was supposed to do. You dedicated yourself to cleaning up that house, turning it into a home, into a place to live.

Laurel protested, cursed every time she walked through the door. She said that things were worse than she imagined. None of the teachers took her seriously. She was normi, and to them she was just stupid, a woman who shouldn't be there. It boiled your blood, but you couldn't do anything.

One day that mood with which she came home changed completely.

“(Y/N)!” She yelled from the door.

You got scared and ran to meet her. When you arrived, holding the wooden spoon you were cooking with, the redhead threw herself into your arms, lifting you off the ground and kissing you passionately.

“Hey, hey, what happen?” You asked between laughs, while you were spinning in the air.

“My love, our revenge is very close to being fulfilled,” she said, lowering you to the ground while continuing to kiss you. You pushed her away a bit.

“Oh, yeah? What happened?”

“Wednesday Addams, the stupid girl I was missing for my plan, is coming to Nevermore. Finally, (Y/N), we can finally take revenge.”

“Addams? That reminds me...” You said running to the living room, where you had something very special that you had just gotten. “I have your book. It was hard for me to get it, I expect a reward,” you said showing her an old book with a black cover, "The Book of Shadows"

“Oh, my love... You've made it...” She sighed, leafing through it excitedly.

“Of course I have. The guards of that site do not stand out for their professionalism...” You joked. She looked at you over the top of the old manuscript, smiling at you. She, with a triumphant laugh, left the book on a table and took you in her arms again.

“We're about to get it, honey. This must be celebrated,” she told you, putting you on the table and kissing your neck.

“Eh, eh, stop, the, the food…” You said between gasps, with the spoon still in your hand.

“Food can wait, (Y/N). Not my desire to make love to you,” she said in your ear, while she undid the buttons of your shirt.

After that day, everything went faster. Laurel read that book day and night, searching for a way to carry out her plan. She soon got it, but she told you that she still needed something, something that wasn't nice. She didn't want to tell you, she said that she wanted to keep you out of it. Not knowing about it really scared you, but you trusted her, you knew you could trust her.

The next day, Laurel took you for a walk in the woods. She told you that she had something to show you, that it was a surprise. After a long time of walking and walking, you came to a cave that had a somewhat strange shape.

“Here we are, come, give me your hand,” she told you.

You tried to see something inside that mysterious and dark cave, but you couldn't, it was too dark. You obeyed, grabbing the redhead's hand. Inside the cave was something really disturbing. A young boy, the one you remembered seeing earlier in Jericho, was chained to the wall, naked.

“My God, Lau, but what does this mean?” You asked horrified. The boy looked at you with a pitying, helpful face. Laurel moved closer to him and he stopped shaking. It was truly disturbing.

“(Y/N), this is Tyler Galpin, he's going to help us. Tyler, please don't be rude, say hello to (Y/N).”

The boy looked at you. His expression was no longer terrifying, now it was serious, solemn.

“Hello, (Y/N), I'm delighted to meet you,” he said you.

He was mesmerized. There was something wrong with him, sure.

“Seriously, Laurel, you have to tell me what this is all about,” you said puzzled, looking at how around you were the bones of what looked like large animals. She smiled at you and nodded, giving you a quick kiss.

“Tyler is a Hyde, an ancestral creature, whose main objective is to obey everything that him master orders,” she explained to you. You listened attentively, looking askance at that poor boy. “Come here, honey, I'll show you.”

Laurel grabbed your wrist and pulled you back a few steps, putting a hand out in front of you, protecting you.

“Tyler, transform,” she ordered. The boy nodded and stood up, without any shame.

“My God, didn't you have some pants to give him?” You said, trying not to look.

“He'd destroy them. Be attentive.”

You assented stunned to a gruesome spectacle. The boy was breathing hard, with great difficulty, as his size increased and his skin turned black, hairy. His head grew and his eyes grew horribly out of proportion. He was a monster, something you had never seen before. You could barely blink.

“Fuck! But what the…?” You said, backing up a little more. The redhead laughed in amusement, approaching the creature. Apparently she was not scared at all.

“Calm down, (Y/N). He would never hurt me. He will do everything you ask, and whatever you ask, of course.”

“But, but, but…” You stammered nervously, looking at that horrible monster.

“Tyler, sit down,” the redhead said, pointing to the ground.

The creature obeyed immediately, under your disbelieving gaze.

“You see? He is a faithful puppy,” Laurel said, amused. “Come on, try it yourself.”

You hesitated and shook your head at first. Laurel held out her hand for you to take. You did and she dragged you closer to the Hyde. You trembled with terror, but you swallowed and gained some courage.

“Tyler…” You said murmuring. “Give me… Give me your hand, or your paw, or whatever.”

The monster snarled, but seconds later it extended its dangerous claw towards you. You shook it trembling. It seemed incredible to you.

“He's a good boy, he's ready for his mission,” Laurel, staring at your eyes. You raised your eyebrows.

“What mission? What do you need this thing for?”

Laurel didn't answer, she just smiled and grabbed your waist, kissing your lips. You didn't want to insist. She told you a long time ago that there were things you shouldn't know.

Days later you still didn't understand what kind of mission a monster like that could have, but you didn't care too much, you were convinced that Laurel knew what she was doing.

You couldn't be in that house all the time. Laurel was putting her plan into action, spending less and less time with you. She asked you not to go to the basement and judging by the noises you heard, you came to the conclusion that you'd rather not. You didn't want anything to do with your girlfriend's bloody plans, you just waited anxiously to see the outcome.

You decided to take a walk, go shopping in the town. So maybe you would stop thinking about the little moral obstacles that were beginning to form in your mind.

“I've seen it first.” A young blonde, in a Nevermore uniform, was arguing with another girl holding a blouse. You were looking at clothes and you peeked out, wrinkling your nose in contempt at where they came from.

“Don't freak out, Enid, I had my eye on that blouse even before I walked in,” another girl said, who was wearing sunglasses.

“Don't make me take out my claws, Yoko…” The blonde said, taking out some sharp claws from her hand.

You stepped back and your stomach knotted. She was a werewolf, you were sure. Traumatic images came to your mind. You started to breathe fast and you closed your eyes to try to calm yourself down.

“Calm down, (Y/N)… They will die soon…” You whispered to yourself.

Watching those two outcasts argue was disturbing for you. They might have claws and fangs, but deep down you were just watching two teenagers arguing like they were normal, like they weren't freaks of nature.

You were about to have an anxiety attack and you decided to leave the store. You went to your knees to catch your breath. You were going to go home to take a relaxing shower when you felt a strong tug on your bag.

“Hey!” You yelled as you saw a homeless man snatch it out of your hands. “Son of a bitch… My bag! Hey!”

You ran after him, but he was much faster. You were going to give up when another person overtook you, managing to tackle the thief. You recognized her, she was the girl that was in the store.

You ran next to her. She seemed to have amazing strength, she had the man on the ground and he couldn't move.

“Put the bag down, put it down!” The young woman yelled. “Let this bag go or I'll cut your back...”

You saw those strange claws on her hand again. You didn't say anything, you just watched. The man nodded scared and dropped your bag, which the blonde picked up, returning it to you with a smile.

“Here you are, nothing has happened,” she told you kindly.

You frowned and snatched the bag rudely. You looked up and down that smiling girl. You knew what her was, you knew she was a danger, an abomination, but above all you had education.

“Thank you…” You said with a small voice. The girl agreed. She wasn't even fazed by your sour face.

“You're welcome,” she said happily. You were about to leave when her hand grabbed the sleeve of your coat. “Wait, I know you… You are, (Y/N), right? Miss Thornhill's girlfriend.”

You should have known. Many days you would pick up Laurel at school. Surely you didn't go as unnoticed as you thought. You had no reason to lie, so you nodded.

“I'm Enid, Enid Sinclair…” She said, shaking your hand involuntarily. The other girl accompanying her also left the store. “She is Yoko.”

“Hello,” you said dryly.

“Surely you've heard of us. We are the best botany students.”

“Please, you know that's not true. Miss Thornhill simply has a soft spot for you,” Yoko answered. Enid turned and glared at her.

You couldn't help but smile at that little discussion. You always thought outcasts were horrible creatures, that it had nothing to do with normies. That little argument between teenagers threw a new perspective into your mind.

“Don't undermine me, Yoko,” Enid protested. “Now seriously, we love her classes, she is very kind. If you can tell her…”

You widened your eyes, kind? According to Laurel, she was ignored by everyone at school.

“Why don't you tell her yourselves?” You asked, crossing your arms. It was hard for you to believe that you were having a conversation with two outcasts, but contrary to what you thought, it wasn't that bad, in fact, you couldn't see any difference between them and you at their age.

“Ah, no, everyone will think we're just nice talkers, but if she hears it from someone other than us, maybe she'll be kinder in the final grades...” Enid told you, which made you laugh again.

“You’re such a nice talker,” you said amused.

You were comfortable with that conversation, but the watch told you that you had to go back home, Laurel would come home soon, and with a lot of desire for love, like lately. She was excited that things turned out well, you were exhausted from so much passion.

“Well, I, I have to go… I’m glad to have met you,” you said, surprised by your own words.

“Great, no problem. Nice to meet you,” Enid said, waving her hand to say goodbye to her, her partner did too.

“Oh! And thanks again!”

Thoughtful you started the way home again.

You thought about those girls, about the rest of the students. They didn't look like cruel killing machines, they looked like normal girls, teenagers with teenage problems. You were clear about your position regarding your girlfriend's plan, but little by little a new possibility appeared in your mind. And if they were innocent? What if what happened to you was a horrible coincidence and not a generality?

Those thoughts turned your stomach. You knew that something very bad was happening in the basement of your house, you knew that a beast controlled by Laurel was roaming the woods, surely not to pick mushrooms, it was doing terrible things, you could sense it.

“Honey, I'm home now…” Laurel said, walking in with a smile.

You were sitting on the sofa, thinking about these new thoughts, this new perspective. You trusted Laurel, you knew she was understanding.

“Hello…” You whispered, while the redhead left her bag and sat next to you, kissing your neck with desire, as she used to do.

Seeing that you didn't respond, she stopped, looking at you with concern.

“My love, are you okay? You don't look good,” she told you, caressing your cheek. You sighed and debated between telling the truth or making up a lie. Neither option would have pleasant consequences.

“Someone tried to steal my bag in Jericho,” you said, opting for the honest option.

“Honey…” She said worriedly. “Who was it?”

“I don't know, a bum, I haven't seen his face well.”

Laurel rose angrily.

“Damn…” She growled. “You'll get it back, I promise, I'll tell Tyler right now and…”

“No, no. It's not necessary,” you said, getting up too. “I got it back. Thanks to one of your students, a certain... Enid.”

“Sinclair?”

“That same one,” you said, nodding.

“Well, I guess they are good for something after all, luckily they will soon disappear.”

A painful guilt coursed through your body and mind. They didn't seem dangerous to you, just kids abandoned by society. That girl didn't have to help you, and she did it, she did it even though you were normi, even though she was an outcast. Little by little, that incident made you see things in a different way, it made you rethink if what you were really going to do was right, if you should kill people who were capable of helping, who had kindness inside them.

The redhead turned to you again, grabbing you by the waist.

“My poor girl…” She whispered in your ear. “I'm sure you were very scared by that disgusting werewolf.”

You pulled her away and cleared your throat. You couldn't go on with that, your feelings were positioned in favor of pardoning their lives. It was going to be a serious conversation.

“Laurel, I… I'd like to talk to you,” you said shyly. The redhead changed her face, but she nodded, somehow worried.

“What's wrong?” She asked, sitting down with you on the sofa.

“Well I... Anyway... I, I thought that outcasts were horrible monsters, but that girl, Enid, helped me without having to and...”

“And?” She asked sharply. She was an intelligent woman, surely she already knew where you were going.

“Well, anyway, maybe they're not so bad…” You said. Laurel's eyes widened and she shook her head.

“What did you say?” She hissed, smiling afterwards. She was getting nervous, you knew that expression. I hope you're not serious.

“I say you what I think, Laurel. They look like normal guys to me. I don't think they are dangerous enough to kill them. Maybe things have changed.”

The redhead got up from the sofa, pacing back and forth. You cringed a bit. She was very nervous, at any moment she would explode.

“No, honey, that's what they want you to believe, what they want you to see,” she said, still maintaining a serene tone, which wouldn't last long.

“What if you're wrong?” You asked, getting up too. “What if the things that happened to us were a coincidence? What if they really are people like us? innocent?”

“They're not innocent, (Y/N)!” Laurel screeched. She had already lost control. She moved closer to you, roughly grabbing the collar of your shirt. “They killed my family, they knew exactly what they were doing. They are murderers, they are monsters.”

Her grip was strong. You shook your head, seeing how little by little the woman in your life seemed crazy to you, a murderer. Thinking about it made you sob. You had a revelation. Nothing you believed was true.

“Laurel, please, you hurt me,” you said when you felt her nails scratch your skin. She didn't let you go, she looked at you with horror, as if you had suddenly become her worst enemy.

“You really are hurting me, (Y/N),” she whispered, loosening your grip a bit. “I thought you were the only one who trusted me, the girl of my dreams who would follow me to the end of the world.”

“I can't help you kill innocent people, Laurel…” You said crying. She released you, growling.

“You still don't understand… They have deceived you. You are weak, (Y/N), you are too soft. You are useless to my plan,” she said, also with tears in her eyes.

“You only think about your plan, about your revenge. You don't give a shit about what I feel, my opinion. Laurel Gates only cares about Laurel Gates.”

“If that's what you think…” She said, calming down. “I don't need a fool like you. Get out of my house right now, (Y/N). I do not want to see you again.”

You cried inconsolably, but you agreed, packing a small suitcase and leaving that house.

You couldn't believe what had happened. You tried to talk sense into her, to no avail. You saw the eyes of a murderer, of a psychopath, not those of the woman you loved, those of the woman you couldn't live without. Everything was hell. You didn't have the courage to act, you still loved her. You couldn't go tell the sheriff what was going on, you just couldn't do it. Your heart did not have the same moral principles as your head. You loved her, you still loved her, even if you were no longer with her, even if you had to rent a room at the hotel in Jericho.

You wanted to leave, to run far away, away from Laurel, from Never Again, but you still had your things in her house and your heart in her hands.

With melancholy eyes, you were having a coffee in Weathervane, under the watchful eye of Tyler, the horrible monster under Laurel's orders. He wouldn't take his eyes off you, but you weren't surprised in the slightest.

“Sorry, but I think I left my scarf just there,” a girl told you, more or less your age, pointing to the seat next to the one you were.

You, reluctantly, looked and indeed, there was the garment, which you approached with kindness.

“Thank you, I'm very fond of it, I made it myself, you know?” She told you kindly. You smiled, taking a closer look at that scarf.

“It's a good work,” you sighed. You didn't really want to talk, but the truth was that you still hadn't done it with anyone since the breakup with the redhead.

“I thought the students had stolen it from me again, sometimes I can't stand with those psychics...”

You opened your eyes, realizing where that girl works. It was very clear.

“Oh, you work at Nevermore…” You said curiously. The girl agreed.

“Well, yes,” she said, amused, nodding. “I teach art to all kinds of little monsters.”

“Interesting,” you said, bringing your coffee to your lips.

“I'm Joyce, by the way,” she told you, shaking your hand.

“(Y/N)”

Naturally you weren't stupid, you knew how to take hints. It was two hours of fun talk. She talked to you about Nevermore as if it were a paradise and you listened attentively. You could notice a certain chemistry between you. It was undeniable that there was more to it than just a chance meeting. Apparently she didn't know you, but according to what she told you, she wouldn't mind getting to know you better. Maybe it was for the best, rebuild your life.

You didn't feel like it, you still loved Laurel. But you had to do something, or the desolation of your heart would haunt you until the end of your days.

You stayed several days with Joyce. Not like a date, but like a friendship, a friendship clearly open to something else. You laughed, you talked about your lives. It was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Laurel was still the queen of your thoughts, but little by little the hope of finding love again was increasing.

One of the times you met her, contrary to what used to happen, she didn't show up. You waited a long time, sitting at the same table where you used to be. Nothing. You called her several times, there was no answer. You wrote dozens of messages to her, they never arrived.

You were starting to get nervous, but luckily, young Enid and her vampiric companion walked through the door. You woke up nervous. You were starting to worry.

“Hey, Enid…” You said, putting a hand on her shoulder, checking that she didn't burn when she touched it. You were so wrong… “Do you know where your art teacher is? Joyce?”

The young woman looked at you with a circumstantial face. It was obvious that she didn't have good news for you.

“I don't know. No one has seen her for three days,” she told you with a soft voice.

“Three days?” You asked scared. She nodded.

Shortly after that information, the sheriff's department declared her missing.

The shadow of your suspicions was clear. It had to be Laurel, there was no other explanation. All of your encounters took place under Tyler's watchful eye. It was his fault, you should have known, you should have been more careful.

You felt guilty. Your more primitive feelings forced you to stay forever in Weathervane. You didn't want to make her jealous, but you knew that Tyler was informing her of your movements. You feared the worst.

After two weeks without a trace of Joyce, you made a decision. Get out of Jericho. Leave without looking back. You didn't want to leave those innocent kids alone, you didn't want to rat on Laurel either. The best thing was to disappear, forget about everything that happened.

You walked into your little hotel room with your coffee to go. You still had all your stuff at the Gates mansion. You didn't even care about that. You just wanted to escape, to leave, to leave it all behind.

A strange dizziness hit you suddenly. You had to sit down, everything around you began to spin.

“Shit…” You sighed. You were pale, everything was starting to blur. You couldn't see clearly, or hear, or feel.

You fell out of bed, crawling across the floor to reach your phone. You didn't know who you were going to call, but you had to. The forces failed you and you could not even move. You stayed on your back, looking at the ceiling fan, which was gradually getting darker. You couldn't think anymore, almost couldn't breathe.

Everything went black.

You slowly opened one of your eyes. Everything around you was dark. You didn't recognize that place. There was a fireplace, a table and a chair, to which you were tied tightly with ropes. Your forces returned little by little. You couldn't move. You began to be afraid, to despair. Behind that big dark wooden door, you could hear footsteps, shouts. It seemed like a lot of people were running away.

When your vision cleared up completely, you realized you were in Nevermore, in some kind of office.

The door opened, confirming your worst fears. Laurel, not Marilyn, Laurel walked in slowly, smiling in a dark way.

“Hello, my love, are you comfortable?” She asked, approaching you. You looked at her stunned. She didn't seem nervous, she seemed very calm.

You didn't understand anything. She was happy. Surely she had finally managed to put her plan into motion. That was very bad, it was terrible.

You shook your head, with a murderous but scared look.

“What have you done to me?” You asked, as she sat down cockily at the desk.

“You shouldn't trust coffee to go, (Y/N)…” She whispered amused. You insulted yourself. You should have known.

“Untie me, Laurel…” You hissed, moving pathetically to try to get free.

“No, my love, I'm not going to let you go. You've missed a lot while flirting with that filthy whore, but here I am to bring you up to reality.”

“You…” You said, remembering poor Joyce. “You killed her, right?” You asked, with tears in your eyes.

“But darling, how can you think something like that?” She told you pouting. “That fool should have been careful when she walked through the woods. There are many dangers on it...”

“Of course, a danger called Tyler,” you said furiously. She laughed outrageously and moved towards you, putting her hands on either side of the chair where you were tied.

“You shouldn't have turned against me, (Y/N),” she said in your ear, caressing your cheek in a sinister way. “I have given everything for you...”

“What? Laurel, you're just raving. Your whole plan was crazy from the start. You're crazy!” You screamed desperately.

“Shhh, don't yell my love. Everything will be fine, I promise you,” she told you before lightly placing her lips on yours.

You weren't supposed to enjoy that feeling, but you did. Tears ran down your cheeks when you felt how your heart beat fast in contact with her skin. You were almost as crazy as her, you were crazy about her. That little moment when you thought you could forget her was just a mirage. You began to doubt if Joyce was real or an invention of your conscience.

No, she was not an invention. Laurel had killed her, she had kidnapped you, and now she was kissing you, she was climbing onto your lap, panting.

“Let me go, please,” You were sobbing between messy, almost desperate kisses. She shook her head, while she unbuttoned your pants.

“No honey, I can't do it. I need you to understand what commitment means, that union that you and I had... You promised to be faithful to me... Always love me... I may have made mistakes, but doing justice is not one of them. (Y/N), I know that you love me, that you fight against what you think is not right.”

As she quietly whispered in your ear, her hand caressed your crotch. You were nervous, scared, but terribly pleased by her caresses. You couldn't do anything, you couldn't fool yourself. You wanted her, you loved her, and you wanted her to do whatever she wanted to you, still tied up, still committing the atrocity she was committing.

“Please…” You whispered, when you noticed your underwear move to one side.

“My love, I'm doing it for your own good,” she told you, biting the lobe of your ear, while her fingers slowly entered you.

“Don't…” You said, starting to pant.

Every night you remembered the way she made love to you, the way she loved you. You missed her, you missed how she dominated you. You were never tied down like you were at that moment. You wanted to scream, to curse her for making you feel so good, doing something that was so wrong.

“That's it honey, let yourself be carried away by what you feel…” She told you when your gasps turned into moans, moans of shame, of humiliation.

Her rhythm grew little by little while her eyes remained fixed on you, on each of your expressions, sobbing, guilty expressions.

“You are mine, (Y/N), I see it in your eyes, nobody can make you feel like me, nobody can do the things that I do to you… You have to be with me, my girl. Together we can with everything, we can win...”

While she whispered those words, you tried to hide the pleasure you were feeling. You couldn't hide much more, soon your moans turned into screams, into screams of pleasure that resounded on the walls of that office.

It didn't do you any good. Laurel laughed triumphantly as she watched you enjoy, as you melted at her touch. She unbuttoned her jumpsuit. Laurel never did anything for free, she always wanted you to return the favor for her. Even with your hands tied, you could do it, you could kiss her anywhere she asked you to. She always went crazy with your licking, with the way you sucked on her clit.

Two crazy lovers, who couldn't live apart. The pity was that one of them wanted the genocide of some adolescents.

When she was satisfied, she proudly pushed your head back.

You could hear screams, bangs, and demonic laughter outside that office. You didn't know what was happening. The redhead was dressing again calmly. The love you felt was very strong, but you were concerned about the lives of those innocents. You didn't want to cement your eternal love on a pile of corpses, you had to try to save her soul, even if it meant putting her in jail.

“Laurel…” You whispered, drawing her attention.

“What, my love?”

“I, I've changed my mind, I want to help you,” you lied, praying that she would believe you, that she would trust your false word. Surprisingly, she smiled, pulling a knife from her pocket and releasing your restraints.

“I knew you would come back to my side.”

Once she released you, you followed her to the patio, where for a moment, you caught a glimpse of a shadow fading, next to what looked like another Nevermore student, dressed in black. Wednesday Addams, you were sure.

“Damn stupid brat,” Laurel said, pulling out the gun you saw at her house, pointing it at Wednesday.

“Wait! No!” You yelled, putting yourself in the path of the gun.

“What the hell are you doing? Get away!” She yelled at you. Young Addams looked at you strangely.

“No, don't, please, Laurel,” you said, putting your hands in a surrender position.

“I should have assumed that you were cheating on me. Very good, (Y/N), you asked for it.”

Laurel set the firing pin, ready to open fire on you. You closed your eyes, protecting Wednesday.

Nothing happened.

You opened one eye, trembling. Laurel was there, gun pointed at you. Her hand trembled as well and tears ran down her cheeks.

“Get away, please…” She begged you between sobs. You shook your head, crying too. “Please!”

“You'll have to kill me,” you said firmly.

“No… No…” she hissed.

After a slightly tense moment, your eyes turned to the police officers who entered the scene.

“Drop the gun! Now!” The sheriff yelled.

She shook her head, looking at you with hate, with anger. In a second she dropped the gun, but she didn't stay still, she ran out of the place, among the hail of police bullets.

You didn't tell the truth. You were a coward. The police asked you several times. You denied everything. You denied that she was your lover, even risking being an accomplice. You could hear the radio from where you were. They said that she had escaped.

An embarrassing smile crossed your face. You were glad that she fled, that her plan had not been fulfilled. It was so much joy and at the same time so much sadness that you couldn't bear it.

The police let you go, unaware that they let a dangerous accomplice to escape.

You walked for hours. Through the forest, through the town… You were devastated, tired from walking, terribly hurt.

The lake water seemed calming to you. You let yourself fall on the shore, feeling the fresh grass under your back. You gazed at the stars, asking yourself thousands of questions that seemed to have no answers.

“(Y/N)…” A whisper scared you and you realized that you hadn't been alone in that lake for a long time. Laurel had stretched out next to you, and she had taken your hand.

“Laurel… what are you doing here? Everyone is looking for you,” you said, looking around, looking for possible policemen hidden in the trees.

“I wanted to be with you, honey. At least one last time,” she told you with a broken voice.

“One last time?”

“I'm leaving, (Y/N). I can't let them catch me.”

“Where are you going?”

You did not believe your own words. You were worried about a dangerous murderer. It wasn't nonsense, you still loved her. She didn't shoot you, that was all you cared about at this time.

“Very far from here…” She whispered, caressing your hand.

There was nothing to hold back in Jericho anymore and nothing to stop you from continuing to love her. You didn't care what she had done, you didn't care about everything. You gave in to your feelings, just when you knew it would be the last time you would see her face.

“Fuck Laurel,” you said, standing up. “I'm going with you.”

“But darling, after all I've done to you?” She asked, grabbing your shoulders.

“I'm the stupidest girl in the world, I know. But I don't want to lose you. Not now that I have managed to save you, that I know that your soul has salvation.”

She kissed you passionately while you tasted the salty taste of her tears.

“I don't deserve someone like you, (Y/N)…”

“Shut up and let's get out of here.”

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The Fool pt. 1

Ajax Petropolus X Oracle!Reader

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This depiction of Y/N is derived from a poll I made! Y/N has been built as using She/Her pronouns, and is biologically female. There may be a little bit of self deflection here, just for funsies because I love character building. | This current chapter is safe, but a later chapter is planned to contain smut, so keep that in mind if that's not something you're comfortable with! I'll be sure to add a pre-added warning when I post it to let y'all know. | The song that is used in this fic is Black Honey by Thrice (highly recommend giving it a listen, especially while reading) | Language | Mentions of Readers mother being in a hospital

"I keep swingin' my hand through a swarm of bees"

".....!"

"I can't understand why they're stingin' me"

".....N!"

"But I'll do what I want, I'll do what I please"

"Y....N?!"

"I'll do it again 'til I've got what I need"

"Y/N !!"

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Y/N's head snapped up when she heard the muffled beeping of her alarm, the deafening noise is drowned out by the blasting music on her Bluetooth earbuds. She sighs, taking the earbuds out of her ears, Dustin Kensrue's voice and the beat of the drums still audible from the headphones, dropping them onto her nightstand. As her ears adjusted to the noise that engulfed her surroundings, she roughly smacked the off button on the alarm clock, silencing the ear-splitting repetition.

"What was I dreaming about again?" She mutters, sitting up and slowly dragging herself out of bed, picking up the blue constellation-print blankets off of the floor, and setting them on the bed, before looking down at her pajamas. She huffs, untucking her t-shirt from the band of their bra, and rightening the band of her shorts.

Before her mother went insane, she had said her dreams were a 'gateway into her divination', so Y/N was constantly trying to recall whatever fantasy she had concocted, but she always came up fruitless. Her dreams escaped her as soon as she opened her eyes, so she wore the headphones, trying to drown out whatever possible premonition that would make its way to her.

Y/N yawns, stretching with a soft yawn, and looking towards her backpack, that was propped up against her vanity. "Right... First day of school, better get ready" She sighs to herself, and went about getting dressed, pulling on the standard Nevermore uniform, and put on her array of crystal and protective jewelry. She made sure to keep the necklaces tucked into her shirt, but paused when she looked down to her jewelry holder, eyes trained on the carnelian necklace that sat on the plate.

(Note: Carnelian is used to boost confidence, self esteem, energy, creativity, sexual energy, amongst other things)

"Wouldn't hurt" She shrugs, picking up the necklace and fastening the clasp around her neck, tucking the crystal into her shirt. Once she deemed herself ready, she grabbed her backpack and made her way out of the bedroom, and into the dusty hall, walking down the staircase. Blue and purple light streamed in through the tinted windows as she walked into the kitchen, stepping around the empty wheelchair to grab the loaf of bread, tossing a few slices into the toaster.

She was caught up in her head, relaying over usual first day of school thoughts, absent mindedly picking up the jam and butter from the fridge, setting it on the counter. Once the toast popped up from the toaster, she quickly made her pieces of toast, and looked over to the nearby clock, noting the time... It being 5 minutes after her usual leaving point.

"Shit!-" She shouts, cramming both pieces of toast into her mouth as fast as she could manage without choking, before bolting out the door. Heavy platforms flunked against the concrete as Y/N booked it out of the large, empty house, and towards the academy's bus queue.

This was her first day at Nevermore, she'd been to similar schools, there being one or two for the 'magically gifted' or strange, but as her mother changed hospitals, Y/N had to change schools. Overall, she was okay with that, she never made a lot of friends, and she had never made plans to be 'lifelong besties' with the ones she made.

Luckily, the bus was empty when it pulled up to the stop, her house being the only one on the street. She climbed into the bus, giving a half hearted wave to the old Gorgon bus driver, before going to sit down in the nearest possible seat.

She then pulled out her phone, opening up her messages, and then her mother's contact, staring at the thousands of unanswered messages. Y/N wrote to her mother daily, good mornings, good nights, life updates, when she'd visit next, but they always went unanswered. Her mom could barely even gather her thoughts enough to lift the phone, Y/N just assumed she let her phone die at some point and never plugged it back in, or maybe the orderlies took it.

"You alright back there honeybun? Looking a little forlorn" The old man calls, causing Y/N to look up from her screen, and over to the bus driver. "Oh, yeah I'm fine... Just uh.. Nervous about today" She lied, in reality, she was perfectly fine with starting at the new school, she had done a card reading or two, and established that everything would (hopefully) go fine. "Ah, well. I don't know if things have changed since I last attended Nevermore, since that was a few decades ago, but I'm sure things will be fine" He nods with a smile, which made Y/N give a soft smile in return, at least he was sweet.

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When the bus pulled up to the academy, Y/N hopped off the bus, waving to the bus driver. "Bye Mister Chesnok!" She calls, waving to the old man on the bus, who gave a feeble wave. She then turned towards the school, looking over the crowds of students, already gathering in their cliques as staff loaded up their luggage onto the trolleys.

She gave a soft sigh, putting in her headphones to drown out the surrounding voices, pressing play on the side of the earbuds as she walked to the steps of the school.

"I'll rip and smash through the hornet's nest"

Y/N made it about halfway up the stone steps, before she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She gave a soft sigh, and turned down the music, before looking up and turning. There stood six students, of various species, each of them looking at her with hopeful and expecting expressions.

"...Can I help you?" Y/N sighs, her voice clear, speaking with a sort of assertiveness that she portrayed when dealing with peers. "Hi! Uh.. You're the new oracle kid right?" A small gorgon girl squeaked, clutching her backpack. "I'm not reading y'alls fortunes, if that's what you're trying to ask" Y/N rolled her eyes, turning away from them, before a vampire boy cleared his throat. "Well pay you" He chimes, peaking Y/N's interest.

"Do you understand I deserve the best?"

She gave another soft sigh, and turned back to the group. "One reading per person, I charge extra for relationship readings. Schedule with me beforehand, so I can write in breaks." She quips, she usually knew better than this... But the offer of payment was always something that broke her. She was an opportunist after all.

The turned her music back up, and turned back towards the door, walking into the school, leaving the group wonderstruck.

Part one is done! Second part is already being written, so be on the lookout!

[mediamixs]

Wednesday: new collection of Monster High Dolls

The recent collaboration between Monster High and the Netflix series Wednesday has resulted in an exciting new collection of dolls that blend the iconic elements of both franchises. This collection, launched on August 21, 2024, features three main dolls inspired by the character Wednesday Addams, portrayed by Jenna Ortega, and her friend Enid Sinclair.

Doll Collection Overview

Wednesday Addams Dolls:

Nevermore Academy Uniform Doll: This doll captures Wednesday's signature look with her black-and-gray uniform, complete with spiderweb tights and a backpack featuring her pet scorpion, Nero. The doll is priced at approximately $40.

Rave'N Wednesday Doll: Inspired by the popular dance scene from the series, this deluxe doll is dressed in a gothic gown with sheer layers and unique shoes that reflect the show's themes. This doll retails for about $65.

Enid Sinclair Doll: Enid, known for her colorful and vibrant style, is represented in a pink outfit complete with a beret and patterned accessories. This doll also retails for around $40.

Additional Features

The collection also includes a Paint It Black Fashion Pack, which offers additional outfits and accessories for customizing Wednesday's look, priced at approximately $25.

Popularity and Availability

Since their release, these dolls have generated significant interest among collectors and fans of both series. They quickly sold out in some retail locations, with resale prices soaring on platforms like eBay, reaching up to $100 or more. The dolls are available at various retailers, including Walmart and Amazon, making them accessible to a broader audience.

This collaboration not only highlights the enduring popularity of both Monster High and Wednesday but also reflects a growing trend of merging classic toy lines with contemporary media, appealing to both nostalgic fans and new generations.

[pimpyourworld]

Wednesday Addams Nevermore Academy Backpack

Surprise your child with a unique and practical gift - their very own Wednesday Addams Nevermore Academy Backpack! The personalized design allows them to display their love for the Addams family.

You can add their name or a special message to make it even more special.

This durable backpack is made of high-quality PU leather and will accompany them on all their exciting adventures. It features a laptop sleeve, zippered pockets on the front wall, a padded back, and adjustable faux leather straps.

The dimensions are 12.2"(L) x 5.11"(W) x 13.7"(H), making it the perfect size for school days.

[simpforboys]

in for the long haul

xavier x fem!addams!reader

summary: you’re the daughter of fester and attend nevermore. xavier tries to fight for your heart no matter how long it may take.

warnings: kinda angsty, fluff ending, reader is goth (just like me fr), swear words, xavier is such a simp

works for both blood related or adopted daughter (whatever your imagination desires) as there’s no physical descriptions

IM SO PROUD OF THIS PLS

ever since your father had been keeping a low profile, you had been staying with your aunt morticia and uncle gomez.

your father knew it would be the best option for you. hanging out with your cousins, pugsley and wednesday, should be fun, right?

but after too many troubles with wednesday, morticia decided to send you both to nevermore academy.

wednesday had taken a strong hatred for the place from the beginning. you, however, were beginning to warm up to it. you would never admit it, but you secretly liked your black and white uniform you and wednesday received.

you began to except friendships (unlike your cousin). a vampire named hera was your roommate and probably your closest friend, other than wednesday’s roommate, enid.

but out of everyone in the school, one person specifically stood out to you. xavier thorpe.

you didn’t know why he had taken such a strong liking to you. he made efforts to be around you, make you feel included, and try to see you smile.

so, as you sat in thornhill’s class, you tried to keep your eyes open as she taught on and on and on about specific types of plants.

xavier could feel your boredom from his desk a few seats away. he grabbed a sheet of paper and pencil and began doodling on the white sheet.

you were so zoned out you almost didn’t feel the little tap on your ankle. you looked down the table to find a black rabbit that appeared to be alive, straight out of a drawing.

you looked up at xavier threw your eyelashes. your cold, empty, dead stare was enough to almost make him feel scared.

you were about to reach down to the rabbit when thing crawled down your leg, squishing the rabbit out of existence by accident.

you watched thing’s embarrassment as he crawled into your backpack and zipped it up after him.

you couldn’t help but feel the end of your lips twist into a grin as you looked away. it wasn’t that you didn’t like xavier, you just believed you can spend your time elsewhere instead of taking the risk of heartbreak.

you watched your father’s sanity slowly decrease after the loss of your mother. maybe that’s a reason for his quirky behavior, but the concept of being so in love that it makes you lose all sense of your mind was something you couldn’t comprehend.

why risk everything for one person?

sure, you had your uncle gomez and aunt morticia as an example of sickening love. the way your uncle admired your aunt in such a way, it made you question love.

why is love so good to others, but can be so cruel at the same time?

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after class, you began to walk down to the courtyard when you heard someone jogging behind you. rain was pouring from the sky.

“y/n,” xavier called out.

you stopped dead in your tracks, looking up at him through your wet eyelashes. “what?”

“where are you going?” he questioned as you continued to move.

“dunno. maybe i’ll go find something interesting to distract me from the world.”

“are you excited for outreach day?”

“excited for extended labor during a saturday in a little town that doesn’t like us? not exactly how i like to spend my weekends.”

xavier stared at you. sometimes he couldn’t figure out why you were so closed off, so private, so distant.

but he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t intrigue him. when xavier first saw you on campus, he was immediately interested. your beautiful looks (and the fact you and wednesday had little to no color on) captivated him. he needed to know you.

“well, i’m going to the library if you want to come with.”

you watched as xavier licked his lips. you pondered for a moment.

“fine.”

his lips curled into a grin.

the two of you walked to the library. a comfortable silence was between you too, and you could tell he was nervous.

xavier held the door open for you as you entered the library. you immediately walked over to the giant window that overlooked the rain and the small town of jericho.

xavier pulled out a chair across from you. he noticed you watching the rain.

“i like this weather. rain makes me feel good.”

“it’s so… gloomy.” xavier argued.

“look at who you’re talking to,” you joked.

xavier laughed. it was very rare you showed your sense of humor.

“there’s just something about clouds and rain to me. something very… gloomy.”

you referred to xavier’s previous statement. you could see his blush and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

and xavier swore he fell harder.

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you and wednesday stood side by side as principal weems went around with a hat. outreach day had finally arrived.

wednesday reached in and you followed. “what’d you get?” she questioned.

“the weathervane. you?”

“i don’t know what shop this is. but i need to get into pilgrim world.”

wednesday had briefly explained to you about the case she’s trying to solve as well as her novel. you chose to try to ignore her antics because you knew how hyper-fixed she gets on things.

but if she needed you, you would be there in a heartbeat.

“tyler works at the weathervane.” wednesday added.

“the boy who’s in love with you?” you questioned your cousin. wednesday stared at you as you both began to walk to the bus.

“unfortunately. it’s quite frightening how much he likes me. same with xavier for you.”

“understood. i just hope today goes by very quickly.”

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when you entered the weathervane, tyler was there happily to introduce you to his work. “wow, you are very similar to wednesday.” he commented.

“we’re cousins. why are we waiting?” you asked, noticing he hadn’t made any move to start.

“waiting on one more person to show up- there he is.”

you turned your head to see xavier walking in. great.

“y/n?” he stared at you.

“unfortunately.”

“alright, let’s get started.”

tyler gave you guys aprons and then walked you through drinks, taking orders, and normal café stuff.

“y/n, go take your first order.” tyler instructed as he handed you a notepad and pen.

you walked over to an old married couple. when they saw your cold face and dead-looking eyes they jumped.

“what do you want?” you asked.

“actually, i think we’re going to head out.” the old woman motioned for her husband to exit the booth.

xavier couldn’t help but start laughing as you walked back over to them. tyler was shaking his head.

“that’s the opposite of what we want to do, y/n. xavier, you try.”

you both watched as xavier walked over to a group of girls. you didn’t hear what they said, but the way they were giggling as he spoke made you feel sick to your stomach. 

you rolled your eyes as you walked over to the pastry case and took a bite of a cookie. 

“y/n- you know what, never mind. just try to be nicer to the customers.” 

when xavier walked back over with a notepad filled with orders, he immediately noticed your cold and blank stature. 

“are you done flirting with those barbies?” 

xavier smirked as he leaned against the counter, eyes locked directly on yours. it made you feel nervous. 

“why? are you jealous, y/n?” he asked. 

“you wish.” you rolled your eyes. 

“don’t worry y/n, you’re the only one i have my heart set out for.” he mumbled, now standing extremely close to you. you couldn’t help but shiver. 

you were about to speak once more when tyler walked back over. “start getting to work, guys.”

xavier watched as you quickly walked away from him. fucking tyler. 

after an hour you, tyler, and xavier decided it would be best for you to make the drinks rather than take orders. you were absolutely miserable seeing the way xavier made every customer laugh and smile. it was like torture, and not the good kind. the worst part was, you didn’t even know where this feeling was coming from. 

it wasn’t until wednesday walked in when you felt like you could finally breathe. “how are you, cousin?” she asked. 

“i feel like crawling into a deep, dark hole until i shrivel up and die. you?”

“lovely. i feel the same. is tyler here?” 

tyler came walking around the corner. wednesday and him walked away from you as you noticed thing crawling towards you. 

“finally, a real person.” you whispered to thing as he signed what’s wrong? on the counter. 

“i wish to go into darkness and never come back out.” you explained to him. 

xavier walked over to the counter and noticed your whispering. he furrowed his brows, looking over to see thing quickly signing to you. 

“how did thing get in here?” xavier asked suddenly. 

both you and thing jumped. thing went to handshake xavier and you swore you felt betrayal. 

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you opted to walk back to nevermore after the incident in the town center, regarding thing and wednesday blowing up the statue of joseph crackstone. 

mostly, you needed to clear your head. what was it about xavier and those girls that made you so angry today? 

unfortunately, you didn’t get too much time to think. xavier had began chasing after you, calling out your name. 

“you okay?” he asked when he finally caught up. 

“i’m wonderful.” you answered shortly as you kept walking. 

“why are you so closed off?” xavier finally asked. 

“why are you so open?” you shot back. 

“i’m trying so hard, y/n. trying so hard to be your friend, maybe even get you to be my girlfriend. but you just keep pushing away.”

“i don’t see a point in dating. love is pointless to me. in 300 years, you wouldn’t be able to remember me. my soul, my existence, my face.”

“so that’s the reason? you’re scared of love?” xavier’s voice got softer as he walked closer to you. you didn’t move away (despite your shaking hands and pounding heart). 

“love can be a really good thing in life, y/n.”

“then why can it also be so cruel?”

“you have to take risks. in order to want, to get, to have something, you have to take a risk.”

he was standing dangerously close to you know. 

“you’ve made me feel something so different these past few months. just please, let me show you how good love can be.”

your breathing was staggered as xavier leaned in, lips barely touching. “can i kiss you, y/n?”

fuck it. 

you connected your lips to his as your hands came up to hold his jaw. he immediately placed his hands on your hips, pulling your body even closer to his. he was so desperate for you. 

and maybe you just now realized how desperate you were for him. 

after a couple moments, you pulled away slightly.

“i can take a risk.” you mumbled against his lips.

you felt him smile against your mouth as he kissed you once again.