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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years ago

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Hello there! I hope you're healthy and well! And oh, I loooveee your writings! They're always great ^_^

Anyways, I would like to request. It's Wednesday Addams x fem!reader. So let's just say Wednesday has feelings for the reader. But she doesn't know how to tell her. And I would love to know how she would react if she saw the reader was being kissed by Xavier. Just love a little bit of angst 😎

That's all, thank you for reading my request!! XOXOXO

Feelings were a fickle subject when it came to Wednesday Addams, despite growing up with two parents whom were blatantly enamoured with one another and didn’t seem to hold no shame in showing their love either. However just because she was the child of Gomez and Morticia didn’t exactly meant that their affiliations for love were an inheritable trait for her to have. However despite believing herself to be as emotionally dead as the dearly departed buried six feet under their own graves, you elicit reactions within Wednesday that made her believe that she was either sick or subsuming to an early death.

The fluttering within her stomach whenever you stood close by enough for her to manage to catch a whiff of what you were wearing that morning; Lavender and and body spray, she would note later on as she found herself burning away the midnight oil one night, describing the scent of an additional character to her novel. She would remove all traces of the character but she had soon found out that she had written so much dialogue between viper and this character; So much so that the plot portrays their coming together in joining forces as a chance of fate in solving the mystery. For Wednesday to remove your insert character from her novel would be to set herself back a couple of pages, possibly chapters, because your character suddenly became a vital part of her story out of the blue and she had already advanced so far with the story that it would just seem like wasted effort.

Another thing Wednesday would always be subconsciously reminded of in her moments of silent reprieve was the way in which her cheeks would heat up whenever you smiled, laughed or outwardly complimented her. She never once cared about what others thought about her nor her personality but it seemed that the moment you started to speak of her in such high praise, that’s when she began to feel herself crave your validation. Wednesday didn’t care how you did it but she just wanted you to praise her, compliment her to high heavens and no one else. She naturally hated how she craved something she openly voiced not caring about but yet here she was, acting the hypocrite just for your appraisal.

She even often found herself actively searching for you in the quad before classes like a puppy dog looking for it’s owner. It was pathetic but recently Wednesday observed that she seemed to go against her own code whenever you nearby. She hated being craved and stalked by others yet she was subconsciously doing the same thing to you but going about it within a more subtle manner; Such as keeping a seat saved for you in the classes that you share, going so far as to threaten bodily harm on fellow students in swapping jobs with her so that she could be with you during outreach day and last but not least, participating in the Poe Cup when and only when you were participating.

Enid had her suspicions that Wednesday had feelings for you but never dared to voice them until one day when she returned to her dorm to find Wednesday awkwardly standing there, picking at her chipped nail polish. Before the blonde could speak up, Wednesday beaten her to the punch by asking a question Enid never thought she’d ever hear her ask. “What…does it mean to like someone?” Enid wanted to scream Ophelia Hall down because her intuition about Wednesday had been right. However Enid knew she’d have to save the celebration for later as she had a friend to help in navigating her feelings, so she took a deep breath and sat herself down on her colourful bedding, smiling at her morbid dorm mate. “Who’s the lucky guy, girl and or person?”

The pair talked late into the night and by the time morning had came, Wednesday felt the overwhelming urge to rid herself from pining after you from afar and instead act upon her feelings. Unfortunately, due to her lack of experience within this field, she didn’t exactly know the best way to go about conveying her feelings towards you without potentially scaring you off into the arms of someone else. Who’d knew that the one thing that Wednesday couldn’t seem to comprehend was the fact that she had actual feelings other then disgust, dismay and the obvious morbidity? Wednesday definite didn’t and she was left perplexed at her desk, her head buried in her hands as she raked her nails down her face, leaving red marks in their wake as she attempted to find a possibility in where she could express her emotions that wouldn’t require so much effort being drawn from her.

This new sensation was thrilling to the young Addams as found herself brainstorming a thousand ideas a minute, a majority of which were crumpled up into wads of paper that were then discarded to the black metallic waste bin she kept beside her desk. None of them were good enough for you, she would tell herself the more she drove herself to sheer madness within the thicket of her research. It didn’t have to be perfect, it didn’t have to be a spectacle for others to bask in, overcrowding her moment with their attendance. It just has to be enough for you and to Wednesday by osmosis. However there was one minute detail that Wednesday seemed to have deemed unimportant or intentionally skimmed over due to it’s irrelevance in her grand scheme; Xavier Thorpe.

The boy clung to you like a babe does to their mother. His arm would permanently be seen over your shoulder, drawing you into his side as he spoke to the gorgon, Ajax. Wednesday also didn’t take into account how whenever she saved you seat in class, Xavier would immediately bolt for the spare seat beside yours as he began to animate the doodles on his sheet of paper, watching as they scampered up your arm and burrowed themselves into the collar of your shirt before eventually clambering back down and retreating into the blank sheet of paper once the teacher had entered the room. Even during the Poe Cup Xavier seemed to take it easier on you then compared to the rest of your team, even going so far as to giving you a head start.

Once Wednesday had achieved victory your team, instead of moping and complaining over his teams loss, Xavier only beamed at you with pride as you celebrated with Enid and Wednesday, whom you had slung your arms over the moment you three crossed the finish line; Smiling so widely and bright that he couldn’t help but engrave your happiness into his mind that would later be splayed out on that blank canvas later that evening. Xavier’s constant need to be by your side extended to school events such as Outreach day, where he’d peak over your shoulder at the job you had been given before scavenging the crowd for someone with a matching job and then sweet talking them into trading; Sometimes he -if lucky enough- would have been assigned to the same job as you through pure coincidence.

When the faithful day where Wednesday would finally confess to you finally came, her seemingly dead heart stopped when she caught sight of you and Xavier in the courtyard, standing closely together with his hands gingerly cusping your cheeks as you melt into his touch as though you were the candle wax to his flame; He was uttering sweet nothings and you were obviously moved by them as your hands instinctually reached to grab ahold of the lapels of his blazer, tugging at him in a silent plea for him to step closer despite being pressed up against you another as humanly possible. Xavier was thriving off of your reaction whilst Wednesday was trying to cast her gaze elsewhere but found herself forced to watch as the boy pressed his lips against yours.

Xavier’s golden brown locks acted as a curtain for the both of you as it fell from his shoulders and brushed against your cheek, hiding the fact that you were very much taken by his actions as your hands gripped his lapels tighter while his hands wandered to find home at your sides. That day Wednesday Addams understood what the sound a shattered heart makes.

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rilakeila · 2 years ago

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when an almost ending happens... pt. 1

word count 3.1k| pairing tyler galpin x fem!she/her!addams sister!reader | show wednesday (netflix) | warnings someone gets stabbed, someone dies, and someone, well yeah someone. do lmk any more, manipulation | author’s note a detour from the actual show bc for obvious reasons, but we are stopping laurel. additionally this is a request, which is why the relationship between tyler and y/n are very touchy, feely.

request — “Hello! I love your writing it’s helping to feed my current obsession with Tyler lol, can you do a one shot where Laurel awakens Tyler’s Hyde but doesn’t manage to get him to listen to her and Tyler instead submits to his girlfriend(the reader who’s an Addams). Can it be fluff and Tyler’s relationship with the reader is like Gomez and Morticia’s from the 90s movies! Thank you in advance!! <3 also no pressure you don’t have to do this!”

request note — i turned it into a two part series! it is supposed to be cheesy and whatnots due to the nature of the request

— FRUSTRATED through the endless mysteries from familial past to the on-going monster hunt, nothing seems to be connecting. luckily, you and your sister, wednesday, were able to solve the criminal investigation that involved your dad. a nice break from the monster hunt, which was rather ice cold. no leads and everything just went on as normal. additionally, eugene thankfully was stable in the hospital. though, from what you had thought was a break, you were left in the dark about how your sister was able to snag your boyfriend, tyler to investigate the gates mansion alongside enid.

though, you were very much annoyed at your sister for continuing to investigate despite the losses of her friends for manipulation. much more annoyed at how each of them would rant to you as if you were some sort of therapist, wondering how kinbott can keep such an upbeat attitude with having to bear the dead weight of others’ thoughts and feelings. even if she is dead now.

“wednesday, the investigation has already concluded. xavier has been put behind bars, kinbott is dead. you found the hyde and its master. can we just be done? and i don’t know, celebrate in our own ways,” you stretched, climbing off her bed. watching your phone vibrate, the message notification lit up, knowing it was tyler asking you to come to weathervane as he closed.

“if celebrating means making out with your boyfriend in a crypt, then i would not like to celebrate,” not once does she turn around from her typewriter as she pointed out the one time she had caught you both during a movie night.

you huffed in annoyance while adjusting your jacket. marching to her closet, you grabbed her jacket and chucked it at her, “come on, we’re going to weathervane. and don’t bother saying anything, tyler made your drink just as you like it.”

“hmph.”

“you should start considering locking the doors behind you, maybe a monster is still lurking around,” you jokingly had said as you entered the café your boyfriend worked in who was sweeping. wednesday walking behind you, her glare intensified as you knew she felt that she was being taken away from her ‘precious’ writing time.

“and i thought you guys solved the mystery,” tyler set his broom, propping it against the chair. you happily embraced him, a kiss shared between you both. his hands travelling to your waist, holding you tighter.

“you two make me nauseous,” wednesday complained interrupting the kiss before it would begin to become much more passionate. your sister may have known where things would start leading if you and tyler were left alone. it also may be due to your parents also having such a touchy and expressive sort of relationship, just as she had to interrupt them in one of the many times such as on the ride to the first day of nevermore.

to avoid sending your eyes into the back of your sockets, you just sighed, “wednesday. you would be the same if you know the feeling, only maybe if your little admirer wasn’t a psychokiller. what about enid? your roommate is the only one that you show interest to.”

“our relationship is too much to handle for her. she wouldn’t be able to withstand such feeling. our love is different,” tyler’s eyes never left your face.

smiling as your hands travelled up to shoulders and then wrapping it around behind his neck. though there was a small mark, hole, if you will, a fresh one. sitting next to another one that you noticed that was there a week prior, but they were usually consistent, the same mark in the same place. you may have been just overthinking it after the stress of the finale of the investigation. grazing over it, you simply nodded, “you are correct, mi amore.”

sharing a smile as the both of you ever so leaning in, lips barely grazing. the little space teasing you both, enjoying the minor torture. before being able to connect, wednesday continues to interrupt with her annoyance, “i can’t believe i have to witness my sister partake in the same sort of relationship our parents have despite saying she would never would.”

you snapped to your sister, “why are you even here?”

“you brought me here.”

“i asked her to, wednesday, since i know you don’t celebrate victories or birthdays, here,” tyler pecked your cheek as he left your embrace. your arm delicately extended out as his arm, the last touch. in less than a second, he was back, filling the space. though in his one hand, he handed your sister her celebratory coffee, which she immediately took. the quickness of her taking it was a thanks of its own. you were too preoccupied in staring into his eyes until you see wednesday drop the cup. a thud sounded; you were about to nag at her for wasting tyler’s energy. grabbing her hand, you felt the electricity, knowing that you were about to be sent to some sort of vision with her.

for some reason, you could never initiate the vision when it happens, just wednesday. though, all you had to do was touch her and the vision would be shared. not only the vision would be shared, but your minds were connected. it was rather helpful being able to have some sort of commentary as you watch events unfold together.

the vision of kinbott screaming. a flash followed with her lying on the ground, slashes throughout her body, and laying in her own pool of blood. another flash showing the hyde. flash. tyler. your tyler. blood on his mouth, naked.

“your boyfriend is the psychopath who kills people.”

“oh my, wednesday. isn’t this exciting?

the vision shot you both out to return you to the present, eyes wide open. tyler’s eyes were the first thing you saw, concern written all over his face. you were unsure what you were supposed to be feeling regarding about your boyfriend. a psychokiller. in what way after all of this, you doubt that he would be walking out as a freeman. his dad would surely put him behind bars. immediately sitting up straight, your head turned to your sister. her eyes screamed let’s go behind that monotone demeanor, which you nodded.

“tyler, amore. me and wednesday are going to back to nevermore. we just had a vision of thing being in danger,” the nervousness while getting up, you needed to rush out of there immediately. you gave him a quick peck on his cheek before your jacket was tugged by wednesday, practically dragging you out of there. the one time she has ever done that. and not once did you turn back to him.

“so. our investigation ends up continuing with someone wrongfully behind bars. my boyfriend proves to not be a normie. so, where does this put us in our investigation?” your chin was propped in the palm of your hand as you sat at wednesday’s desk as she stood in front of you. you avoided long text conversations with tyler, mostly texting to make sure he does not get suspicious that you and your sister know. you also did not want to know what she was going to do. she was surely scheming as she was glaring even harder at wall, there is definitely something going on in the dark brain of hers, “no torturing, wednesday. you’re not trying to get expelled, worse for you, if you fail at attempting murder.”

“you assume the worst of me. i won’t fail this time, though. we need to get the nightshades together and single out your boyfriend. no questions, just get him to the crackstone crypt tomorrow night,” wednesday demands as she usually does, always using everyone around her. though, you obliged to text tyler. you saw the vision, and there was no escaping the fact that he’s a killer. additionally, hurting eugene was a big no for you.

“well, i am going to assume the worst for you. but, you saw what i saw. i saw what you saw. but you have to think about it, it’s exciting that my boyfriend is some sort of villain. it’s rather exhilarating,” you swiped to look at the text notification, seeing that he responded almost immediately with a kissy emoji and an “ok.” you grinned, sending him similar emojis. without looking up, you verbalized his agreement to coming to the set plans tomorrow while still texting him, “he said yeah.”

“snap out of it, (y/n). he might be just deceiving you, which he already has. he also is responsible for hurting eugene,” wednesday snapped her fingers in front of your face. you swatted her hand from your face, setting your phone down with a huff.

since that night of her asking you to send him to crypt, that was the last thing that you have completed in your sister’s investigation. you decided to not tag along with her and the nightshades as you did not want to witness the torturing of your boyfriend. for some reason, you did not hear anything that has happened that night or anything, not even the following morning after wednesday’s plans. weems practically kept you trapped at nevermore, and your phone seemed to not work correctly with the internet, as well as the cellular data. you figured they were getting it fixed, oddly enough, weems made you much busier the entirety of the day with unusual tasks that you were not usually prompted to do. retiring for the rest of the day after completing the last bits of the final task, you walked into your room, seeing thing. you rushed over, watching his sign ever so carefully.

“where have you been? weems keept me busy the last two days. wednesday? what, expelled? of course, she did, i’m not surprised. yes, yes. i know, go find tyler? of course, oh. what, ms. thornhill is a bad guy? she did what to him? what a psycho, she’ll pay for that. interesting. thank you for telling me, thing. you go what you need to do with enid, i’ll go save wednesday,” understanding the plan with thing, you ended with the secret handshake between you both.

there was no time to waste, except the time you wasted changing out of your uniform. the rush to the crypt felt long, sprinting was not the best idea, but your sister was in danger. heaving as you held onto the tree for support, trying to catch your breath as you walked to the entrance of the crypt. the door barely open and smelling the candles. what truly an awful scent, you would think resurrecting a cursed soul would enable better candle scents. sliding past the front, you see your sister hanging from the ceiling. what did she get herself into this time?

carefully but rushing towards her, you looked around, making sure that no one was watching her. grabbing the pins located in your jacket and the stool underneath the table, you mounted yourself on the stool to comfortably unlock wednesday from her shackles. catching your unconscious sister, you made sure to hook her arm around your shoulder to leave the premise as quiet as possible. damn, why is this so hard? practically dead weight.

“uh-uh, ms. addams, what are you doing?” thornhill questioned in a teasing tone. from the guess of how much she had to raise her voice, you were sure she was much farther.

not wanting to risk whether she was right there, you kept walking. it was the smartest decision you were having the entire of the night, keep the distance. not turning around, you still answered, making sure to leave with the last words, “not wanting to mess with you, laurel gates.”

“tyler, baby, go make mama proud and retrieve one of them for me. either girl works for me, they’re both part of the addams bloodline, anyways,” laurel demanded. just like magic, tyler appeared in front of you, making the easy exit to be a fraud just as you thought.

you eyed him, shaking your head no, “tyler, move out of the way.”

remembering that the master controls the hyde, he was going to do anything laurel demanded him to do. you were not sure if he was able to disobey and control his own. halting in your movement with the proximity, tyler eyed you, wrapping his hands around your shoulders, which is when you realized that through his eyes, that he was trying to tell you something. squeezing your shoulders, until laurel barked at him to hurry. with the force he had, he ripped wednesday off your shoulders, causing her to lay on the ground, and he dragged you to laurel. too shocked and confused to not know what to say, you were kneeled in front of laurel with tyler’s grip now on the collar of your jacket.

“good job, baby. aww.. you believed that he actually loved you. he used you, just like i asked him to,” laurel placed her hand on tyler’s cheek in a motherly way, voice mocking you.

“are you that self-loathing for you to wait that long to initiate this plan?” you questioned her.

“patience is key. it’s all worth it, the pleasure of winning after the waiting game feels so good especially when we get rid all of you outcasts,” she chained your hands together, taking you out of tyler’s grip and dragging you to the sarcophagus. it felt as if everything went by so fast, the palm of your hand sliced open and it felt like a magnet as you latched onto the blood lock. trying to get your hand off to prevent unlocking the blood seal, but you couldn’t. all was done. she snapped again to tyler after hooking your chains to the wall, “dinner time, tyler, honey. you can get rid of both of them now.”

“tyler, no, stop her, please,” you winced, unsealing the blood lock took much out of you. you could not do anything, energy levels at zero. you felt like your body was going limp as you sat against the wall. watching tyler sinisterly walking towards you, you knew this was it. there was no way that you were going to survive what was about to happen. the zero amount of emotion shown on your boyfriend’s face secured the deal that you were going to be dead in any moment. he was about to be the ugliest monster out here. kneeling in front of you and hands on either side of your head, his face inching closer to yours. he was going to transform. for the first time in your life, perhaps a couple of times, you were absolutely terrified, close to shitting yourself. face turning to the side, eyes closed shut, you did not want your last memory of him to be the ugly monster. until you felt the softest pair of lips placed onto your own. stunned but the familiarity, you adjusted your head to give a better angle in being able to deepen the kiss.

“you really think i was going to kill you, my love?” tyler pulled away, placing his forehead against yours. he was able to promptly unlock your shackles.

you grinned, shaking your head, “of course not, why would you?”

he grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. you giggled, as he helped you up, supporting your weak body from the unlocking of the blood seal. though, your smitten reunion was cut short, as thornhill screeched. oh, your poor ears. that was the worst villain scream you have heard. you were sure wednesday would have awoken from that. with the help of tyler, you leaned into his side as you stood together, “looks like your plans are going to be stopped, thornhill. i’m going to assume that you were never tyler’s master in the first place. you made him succumb to your side through wrongful attempts such as manipulation.”

“i am his master, he has been submitting to me. i showed him what he needed, a mother’s love,” she tossed goody’s book aside onto the table.

“you still used him. i notice the fresh syringe marks that he would have every so often, so you could keep him loyal to you,” you implied, but you were sure those were the marks. the connection of when wednesday had told you about what she found in faulkner’s diary of the hydes, chemical inducement or hypnosis would work to awaken the hyde.

“you noticed those, my love?” tyler questioned.

“of course i did, but i didn’t want to assume anything, though,” you placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it.

“oh god. get on with it, what are you trying to get at?” laurel questioned.

“what i’m trying to get at is,” there was one hypothesis that you could test. wavering a little bit, perhaps tyler also knew that laurel’s attempts were not working anymore. you squeezed his hand three times, a signal of distraught or something was to come, doubling as an ‘i love you.’ knowing that those three words were quite foreign to you during your relationship due to the nature of your family, he introduced the action during a minor stress session when you learned that your sister was soon attending nevermore due to a mishap with ‘attempted murder,’ which you thought her actions were much justified when finding out that she targeted pugsley’s bullies.

but, it was your turn to do the same, this time not with an attempted. yours was going to complete the job, “tyler, get her.”

feeling his lips press your temple, you gave him space, allowing him to transform. as much as you enjoyed a gruesome show, witnessing your boyfriend do your bidding, even for a rather good reason, was not on your list. though, what you were not expecting was the sarcophagus and its body parts lighting up. eyes travelling back and forth between your boyfriend about to slash through laurel and the black smoke flooding the crypt. coughing through it and trying to walk through, you tried to not lose sight of laurel and tyler. events were spiralling a little too quickly for your liking, not enough time. what do i do? the quick assumption that the prophetic drawing was still going but at what cost?

“you’re a little too late, addams,” laurel says, laughing manically, only to be silenced as tyler slashes through her body. shit.

hearing wednesday groggily calling your name, though the same tone when she calls for help. one that is not frequently used, only heard once and an almost ending had occurred. what seemed like a blur, last seeing your boyfriend in his hyde form, blood around his lips and claws, and the feeling of something piercing your insides, and it turned, being much more painful. tyler’s eyes turned into much worry, even as a monster. trying to make a sound, yet you felt silenced, something holding your tongue back. here was another ending, one you did not know if it was another almost.

“thou shalt be silenced for your crimes of witchcraft, addams.”

part one, i may delete due to me not liking it and redo it.

#tyler galpin x reader

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tanith-rhea · 2 years ago

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Only Pretending #3

I declare the angst has STARTED! Muahahahahahah

Word count: 2.3k

Larissa woke up the next morning with a wry neck from sleeping on the couch and a headache to match the ones Wednesday gave her. The early sunlight was coming through her office window and warming her lap. You weren’t around; in fact, you’d left yesterday quite unexpectedly, with a kiss on her cheek.

God damn it, she thought to herself, exhausted from more than bad sleep. She had scared you away. Maybe her fingers tracing patterns on your shoulder, or the way she couldn’t keep from pulling you close when you were getting comfortable on her chest made you uncomfortable. You were only trying to familiarize yourself with being near her and she couldn’t keep her pine to herself.

It was bittersweet; the way she plainly described how she came to realise her adoring feelings towards you, and you thought it was a well-developed lie. “Makes perfect sense.” Yes, of course, it did because it was true.

She knew the safe course of action was to keep you at a distance. Since your first interactions, she’d been intrigued by your character, easily coming to respect you and the seriousness with which you treated your work, but also the sweetness you showed to the students. She hadn’t felt anything like it in quite some time.

Letting out a grunt, Larissa got up; searing pain in her neck. She still had some matters to take care of and needed to pack for the trip. She couldn’t afford a single misstep; it was infuriatingly important to her that Morticia bit her own tongue. One day she might be able to let it go, to stop caring, but that day hadn’t come yet.

While preparing for a shower, she internally lectured herself on the importance of self-control and how much of a fool she had made herself the previous night. You probably regrated agreeing to such a juvenile endeavour, she thought, acting lovesick to help a grown woman incapable of finding someone who liked her enough to consider even asking her out.

With a sharp intake of breath, she opened the shower curtain, already steeling herself for the day ahead.

You were finally enjoying some extra hours of sleep. With nothing more to do than to anxiously await your next encounter with Larissa or berate yourself for being such a handsy drunk, you decided sleeping and pretending everything was fine worked best.

However, not everyone agreed to your plans, and a knock came from your door.

“Coming!” You put on a robe and went to see who was bothering you in the quaint hour of ten a.m. It was Enid.

“Good morning, professor.”

“Enid? What are you doing here? Weren’t you going with the Addams two days ago?” You stepped to the side so the girl could get in.

“I told Wednesday I would see my family first and then go there,” her voice sounded strained as she walked in and looked around, avoiding your gaze.

“And you didn’t go to see your family?” You came to her, sitting on your bed and tapping the space beside you for her to sit. She did.

“I’m…” she took a deep breath, looking straight ahead with her eyebrows knit as if talking herself into continuing.

“Enid…” when she didn’t continue, you decided to give her a hand, “Why are you here?” you said softly, but still nudging her to tell you.

“There’s no one else I can talk to here,” she admitted in a whisper.

“I’m sure there are counsellors and even the principal that could talk to you. Why are you here, really?” you pressed.

“Because I think you can understand. Since you and the principal are together.”

What? How did she come to that conclusion?

“What was that?” you turned to look at her more attentively.

She remained silent, slowly raising her gaze to you in what looked like not-so-well-concealed apprehension.

“I heard teacher Alfred discussing with the coach. I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about. Hell, that’s what I’m worried about.”

“Razvan and Vlad shouldn’t be talking about this near students-“

“They weren’t! I was sneaking out to see the moon before it turns full” she interrupted you in a near panic.

“I’m not mad at you Enid, calm down.” You smiled and rubbed a hand on her back, she seemed very on edge. “Yes, I suppose now that you know I won’t deny it. Larissa and I are together, but we would like to keep it a secret for now.”

You felt bad for lying to her, but it was very convenient, and Enid would be at the party, so the small tingling in your chest had everything to do with your plan working and nothing at all with how good it felt to say the words.

“Are you here to discuss that? Because that wasn’t my impression. Are you worried someone will know?”

“Not about you, no. You’re a very cute couple, by the way! Congrats!” She smiled weakly at that. “What I’m worried about is that my parents will find out about me…”

You didn’t understand at first. Wednesday and Enid had been together for almost seven months, you thought, and before they were just so onto each other’s tails that it seemed even longer.

“Your parents don’t know? That’s why you didn’t go home?” you said gently, pulling her closer to your side.

“Yes. I promised Wednesday I would tell them, but my mother will throw me out, I know it! I already took too long to wolf out and now the prospect of not giving her grandchildren-“

“Woah there, slow down!” You interrupted, getting up to kneel in front of her. “You are too young to worry about this.”

“But my mom-“

“Your mom shouldn’t be worrying about this now either. You’re seventeen and that is so far away in the future.” You stood up to kneel at her feet, squeezing her shoulders in the hope that she’d understand. “It’s ok to feel scared. I was too when I was your age and look at me now. I left my home, studied, made friends to whom I owe my life, built a career and ended up at the most incredible school in the world, teaching the most amazing students I ever met. And you are one of the most astounding within them; I’m sure one way or another your mother knows that.”

You felt her crying before you saw it, her shoulders moving with a hiccup. You hugged her tightly and waited for the sobs to subside, crying was good; the tension slipped away with the tears and left everything a bit less heavy.

When she stilled, breathing softly on your damp robe, you separated and put some of her hair behind her ears, taking her face in your hands.

“I say you don’t worry. Wednesday won’t be disappointed in you, your mother won’t be able to negate your endless set of abilities and good qualities, and I’ll be here every time you need a shoulder or advice.” You stroked her cheek with your thumb, and she smiled, covering your hands with hers and uniting them between you as she stood.

“Thank you, professor l/n, I knew you’d understand.” She hugged you with more strength than you thought she possessed. “I’m really happy for you and principal Weems.” And with that, she skipped out of the room.

“I’m really happy for you and principal Weems” suddenly the tingling wasn’t there anymore, and that only hurt.

That night, Larissa opened the door before you could knock. Eyebrows set harshly atop steely eyes, creating a powerful picture of cold-controlled rage.

“How does Enid know?” she hastened you inside with a hand on your elbow. You didn’t really understand what was happening, but you were equally fearful and excited by her firm grip on you.

“What happened? Did she say something?” Larissa closed the door forcefully and let go of your arm, marching into the office and leaning against her desk; one hand massaging her forehead and another steading her on the flat surface.

“She came this afternoon to say ‘congratulations.’” She tilted her head to the side, prompting an explanation.

“I didn’t tell her. She visited this morning to ask my opinion on something and told me Vlad and Razvan were talking about it.” You approached slowly, her eyes accompanying you all the way until you sat at the chair in front of her. Her angered gaze reminded you of the very few times in the past when she had been pushed to the limit by students. If you had a principal looking at you like that as a teen, you’d have been to detention many more times than you did. “She promised not to tell anyone. And we had a serious conversation, so I don’t think she was just saying it to appease me,” your voice was soft, and you could tell Larissa believed you from the way her anger melted into resignation.

“I think it’s a good sign we’re not on her Instagram page yet,” she conceded, “I was just worried this could be blown out of proportion by all students thinking it was true.”

The thought made you smile. If Enid had written about your “secret relationship”, maybe you would have had to pretend for a little longer than a weekend.

“No, she’s safe. And she’ll be at the party, so that’s a bonus on our cover.”

“Is she?” Larissa relaxed a bit and dropped her other hand to casually rest beside her body. You wished you had a camera or any drawing skills to capture her figure at the moment, leaning in a very soft angle backwards, wondering expression and slightly unkept hair from recent stress. If you didn’t have the context you could almost imagine other ways she would have messed up her perfectly styled waves.

“Yes.” You got up, suddenly unable to keep still, and walked directly to her front, pondering on whether to put or not your hand on hers and deciding not yet. “But I think we have other things that actually need our attention right now.”

Her face lighted up with amusement and a mischievous quirk of her eyebrow forced you to look away, biting your cheek, “Oh my, I didn’t know we were like that already.”

You hid your face in your hands and groaned, walking away a few steps.

“I’m just messing with you, don’t worry,” her soft chuckle sounded nearer than before, and you turned to see her right behind you with two glasses and a bourbon in hand. She gestured to the sofa. “Shall we begin?”

You talked more about how you started, when you did, how things went at the beginning and why you still hadn’t gone public. The drink was stronger than the other night and burnt while going down. You didn’t need more than a pour and a half for your inhibition to fly throw the window, but Larissa seemed just fine. You could bet she liked stronger things. You liked it as well, but she was made for it.

“Alright, enough of imaginary dates and made-up happenings. I want to know you,” you said after almost an hour of just that, “If I dated you for the past five months I’m bound to know things about you that most people don’t,” you were far too comfortable being blunt to be sober.

“Okay, what would you like to know?” her voice was soft. She put her glass away and leant on her forearm, elbow resting atop the backrest.

“What’s your favourite food?”

She laughed. Not the belly laugh you adored so much, but a gentler one, quieter, and you could almost say you loved it if that wouldn’t make things harder.

“I don’t think I have a favourite food. I like pasta, cheese, hamburger-“

“Ok, what? How do you go from fancy to ‘I like hamburger’?” you snorted ungracefully. She seemed amused.

“Pasta is not fancy, it’s pasta, and cheese is an ingredient, so what are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t gimme that!” You pointed at her, smiling way too much.

“I didn’t know there was a rule against liking hamburgers-“

“No, there’s just a rule saying that stunning, posh, scotch-drinking, British women can’t like the food we mortals do.”

“I drink more hot chocolate than scotch, I’ll have you know!

“Shut up! You can’t be normal, you’re too good for that!’

She was laughing and you were feigning indignation and it all felt so good you thought your heart would explode in happiness.

When she calmed down, her eyes glimmered softly, and she was smiling almost as if fond of you. You knew it was your alcohol-addled brain, but you wanted so desperately to get closer.

You didn’t sit as the other night; she was at the end of the sofa and you were in the middle, there were maybe six inches between you but it felt like miles.

“…Do you think we should be closer?” you almost whispered. Damn if you weren’t the most horrible drunk on earth. You knew you would regret it the second you asked.

She didn’t respond, just looked at you quizzically, like you were a puzzle she couldn’t figure out. You thought you were quite obvious, but maybe she was more inebriated than she appeared.

“Would you be comfortable with that?” did she still doubt it?

“I mean… we’ll have to, once we get there. If not now when we can consent, imagine then.” You would always consent, of course, but the look of hurt on Larissa’s face and her dry swallow made it clear the feeling wasn’t mutual.

Suddenly you could not take it anymore. You felt tears forming in your eyes and your chest tightened. You had to leave. You quickly got up, surprising her and yourself; your legs weren’t also expecting it and you almost stumbled over before scurrying to the door.

“Y/n?” you heard her get up before opening the door.

“I think that’s good enough for now, we can continue on the way there.” You rushed to say and left the room, walking the faster you could to your quarters with a hand on your mouth to stifle your sobs.

Chapter Four

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avetlindtandthyrs · 3 months ago

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It is Wednesday, my dudes, what is up?

Anyway, I started writing this post like a month ago on a whim but put it off for a bit because I wasn't completely sober at the time and wanted to express my thoughts better, just getting around to it now.

So, many fics for Wednesday place her in a more contentious relationship with Morticia and closer to Gomez (sometimes leading to the 'gomezification of wednesday addams' tag) because she doesn't want to be compared with her mother or pushed to take after her. But I think she's also very insecure. She can't admit her feelings and emotions, bottles them up ("Thing said he missed you" or whatever for example). Another common interpretation (whether based in fannon or the show) is that Wednesday is uncertain that Enid would accept her. Where I'm going with this is something like I can see Wednesday, despite not wanting to be herded down someone else's path, may likely be (or become) closer to Morticia than Gomez. Morticia married into the family, and while she was welcomed happily, she was still the outsider approaching a new relationship. Wednesday never had to deal with that with her family, but now she feels the same way with Enid, that Wednesday is the outsider who is uncertain about how she will be accepted.

#wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wenclair #wednesday 2022 #morticia addams

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ornii · 1 year ago

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My Better Bitter Half, Part 11

Apologies for taking so long but we back baby.

How well do we really know our parents? Take my father. I've always considered him an open book. A man given to misguided schemes and exaggerated displays of affection. But when he was a student, he was accused of a murder that took place right up there. Which leads me to wonder...what really happened that stormy night 32 years ago?

You, your sister Wednesday and, possible crush Enid stood together listening to the drivel that principal Weems was spewing.

“Nevermore was created as a safe haven for our children to learn and to grow, no matter bI realize most of you have heard about the unfortunate incident involving one of our students.bBut I'm happy to report that Eugene is on the mend and is expected to make a full recovery.bSo let's focus on the positive and make this Parents' Weekend our very best yet.” Weems said.

“On the mend?” Wednesday said.

“Try in a coma.” You chime in, Enid turns to Wednesday and you.

“Have you been to see him? You're his friends.”

“I'm the reason he's in the hospital.” Wednesday said, and Enid attempts to console her.

“That is not your fault, okay?” She says, and you raise an eyebrow.

“Well… technically speaking—“ you start, Enid glares at you, convincing you to stop speaking. You close your mouth and shrug.

“Besides, The monster hasn't attacked anyone in the past week. Maybe you finally scared it off.” Enid explains, and you rub your chin, pondering.

“Or maybe it went into hiding to avoid this weekend. Too many people… they want to avoid getting caught.” You say, suddenly your eyes catch a glimpse of black, three figures, Mother, Father, and Pugsley. Wednesday also notices the family arriving.

“I knew I should have worn my plague mask.” Wednesday said.

“Would you look at my family?” Enid looks over to her howling family.

“Talk about toxic pack mentality. I give my mom 30 seconds before her judge-y claws come out. Let's get this over with.” She said, the students agree and go to face their family.

“There he is. Oh, how we missed those devilish eyes and youthful glare.” Morticia, your mother hugged you sternly, and you happily accepted her love, as decrepit as it was..

“Madré!” You say, hugging her. Spotting your father you also reciprocate a hug.

Padre! How are you father?” You say, you see how uncomfortable Wednesday is, obviously human interaction was not her strong suit.

“How are you, my little rain cloud?” Morticia hugs her daughter.

“I thought Thing was filling you in on my every move.” Wednesday says, Morticia and Gomez look surprised that she knows, and you casually chime in.

“You didn’t think we wouldn’t notice?” You smirk, standing next to Wednesday.

“I uncovered your feeble subterfuge almost immediately.”

“We.” you chime in.

“So, how's the little fella doing? Does he still have all his fingers?” Gomez says.

“Relax. I haven't snapped any of his digits. Yet.”

“So tell us everything.”

“Since you've abandoned me here, I've been hunted, haunted... and the target of an attempted murder.”

Much to no one surprised, the Addams Re reveled in it. Morticia and Gomez reach the Principals office with the family. morticia looks at her old yearbook with Principal Weems

“I haven't laid eyes on this in over 20 years. Such good times we had, didn't we, Larissa?”

“Some of us better than others.”

“Oh, don't be so modest. You always filled a room with your presence. Like a stately sequoia tree.”

“And I guess that would make you the lumberjack.”

The two engage in passive aggressive softball, and you couldn’t enjoy it more, sneering.

“There's that biting sense of humor that I always adored. Do you remember when we did that duet for the Solstice Talent Show? Your Judy Garland impression was a dead ringer.” Morticia says.

“Sounds positively suicidal.” Wednesday said.

“I’d love to see it. Im sure Wedensday would agree.” You say, crossing your leg as you wink at Wednesday, who stares daggers at you. Morticia notices something off.

“Oh. My picture's gone.”

“Really? Well, that is odd.” Weems says, feigning innocence.

“May I borrow this for the weekend? That way Gomez and I can take a little walk down memory lane.” She says to her husband, they gawk at each other which only makes Weems more, uncomfortable.

“All right. Let's get down to the matter at hand, shall we? Unfortunately, Wednesday's assimilation has been rocky at best.”

“Because I refuse to embrace the culture of dishonesty and denial permeating this school.

Starting with the monster that killed Rowan and put Eugene in the ICU.” She says, you raise your finger.

“Although I do hear he's on the mend.” You say with a grin, Weems puts on a smile, a fake one.

“We've always encouraged our children to speak their minds.” Gomez said

“Sometimes her sharp tongue and his serrated wit can cut deep.” Gomez says.

“Apparently her therapist feels she hasn't been very open to the process. Their time together has not yielded the results we'd hoped.” Weems explains

“I'm not a lab rat.” Wednesday said in retort.

“I say more like a, Crow. A lab crow.” You say, Your sisters cold glare was in the corner of your eye.

“I believe Wednesday should get the help she deserves.” You say, only adding more fuel to the fire and Weems Agrees.

“Dr. Kinbott and I have spoken, and we both agree it would be most beneficial for you all to attend a family session this weekend.” She said, and the word “family” made you halt.

“Wait.. family?” You ask. “Absolutely not.”

“No.” Wedensday shuts it down quickly, and Weems shakes her head.

“I thought that might be your reaction, but your parents can see the wisdom in it.”

“Um, not to side with Wednesday, but, um, we're only here for the weekend.” Morticia says, and Gomez spoke up.

“Oh, come on. What can it hurt? To be honest, I've always been a big fan of head-shrinking.”

“It's not that kind of head-shrinking, father.” You say, now having the annoyed cadence of your sister.

“Well, that is disappointing. But anything for our kids.” Morticia says, much to the annoyance of the twins.

The Therapy session began as (Y/n), Wednesday and Pugsley sat in the middle with both Morticia and Gomez at sides, Kinbott looks at the full Addams family with gleaming hope.

“So, who wants to start?” She said, it was silent, until she asked again.

“Maybe we can discuss what it's like having Wednesday away from home?” She said, and Pugsley began.

“I mean, for me....it's been hard not having (Y/n) and Wednesday around. I never thought I'd miss being waterboarded and Used as a host for ghosts so much.” Pugsley admits.

“Morticia, Gomez. How have you been coping?” Kinbott asks them.

“It's been torture for us too.”

“Fortunately, my brother Fester's rack fits two people.”

“Nothing like a good stretch to bring out the best in each other.” Morticia says and the two simply cannot get their hands off of Each other.

“Enough!” Wednesday said, actually letting her anger out. And not many times, (Y/n) agrees.

“I think it's high time my parents faced the music. It seems they've been lying to me.

Keeping secrets. Murderous secrets that need to be addressed. Who was Garrett Gates, and why are you accused of murdering him?” Wednesday asks her father, (Y/n) squints his eyes and slowly turns to Gomez.

“…Father?” He asks, which Gomez’s attitude shifts, and Morticia quickly intervenes

“Those charges were dropped. Your father is an innocent man.”

“Local sheriff doesn't seem too convinced.”

“Wednesday, stop. This is neither the time nor the place.”

“Mother, did you know about this?” (Y/n) asks Morticia.

“(Y/n), now isn’t the time for this.” She said.

“Actually, this is exactly the place.” Kinbott chimes in. “These sessions are—“

“Doctor. This does not concern you. And I refuse to debate a decades-old witch-hunt with you right now.” Morticia says.

“Darling, maybe we should...” Gomez says.

“No. This session is over.”

“Have it your way, Mother.” Wednesday stood up and stormed off.

“Wednes... Wednesday?”

“If you refuse to tell me the truth, I'll just have to excavate it myself.” She walks off, and Morticia follows.

“What were you thinking? How could you ambush your father like that? Wednesday.”

“How could I? You insisted I go to this school.

Did you really think I wouldn't find out your secret?”

“You don't know the full story. Your father did nothing wrong.”

“I'll be the judge of that.” Wednesday walks off, (Y/n) exits the building to see his sister leave, and he follows, Wednesday enters the hospital and makes her way to Eugene’s room, he follows silently until she sits at his side.

“I harvested hive number three. The bees miss you, Eugene. We all do.” Wednesday said, (Y/n) smiles and gently taps on the door. Wednesday quickly turns around and sees her brother.

“How long have you been listening?” She said.

“Long enough to see you care.”

“I don’t.”

“Sure you don’t.” (Y/n) walks next to his sister, looking at Eugene. A heated rage begins to overtake him.

“He didn't deserve this. I should be in that bed.” Wednesday says, and (Y/n) shakes his head…

“It isn’t your fault, it’s the monster who did this, and we will find him, I can assure you of that. Now Cmon, we have to get back to Mother and Father, you’d hate to make they worry.” (Y/n) says with sarcasm. Wednesday reluctantly follows. The twins return to eat with their family.

“Mmm. I am famished. You're not hungry, darling?” Morticia says to her daughter, (Y/n) was too busy looking over at Enid.

“My appetite eludes me, Mother.” She replies; Enid is forced to sit with her family,

“So are you going to make me ask?” Her mother says, and Enid assumes she means the Addams boy who’s making dreamy eyes at her.

“Well.. (Y/n) and I haven't defined our relationship yet, even if it is one—“

“I'm not talking about boys. Have you wolfed out yet?” She says, Enid inhaled sharply and out on a smile.

..”No.”

“Well, that is a disappointment.”

“That's me. A huge disappointment…” she says, (Y/n) sees how sad she is, he stands up and walks over, he adjusts his clothes and smiles.

“Excuse me.” He says, he offers a handshake.

“You must be Miss Sinclair.” He says and takes her hand, the woman puts on a smile as Enid was now panicking. Her crush and now her overbearing mother meeting.

“I’m really sorry but I have to speak with Enid, just for a moment.”

“Alright? Don’t try anything—“

“Mom!” Enid says though her teeth, he leads Enid away and he sighs.

“I’m sorry to pull you from your family—“

“No it’s fine, I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“You did? What?” (Y/n) asks.

“Well… I, don’t know how to feel after the dance…” she begins.

“You, didn’t have fun?” (Y/n) asks, and Enid shakes her head.

“No, of course I did! It’s just… you’re like my best friend, besides Wednesday, you’re.. more than my best friend.. someone I really care about.

“I’d.. like that.. to be more… I know you’re still heartbroken after Ajax..” (Y/n) begins, Enid watches but slowly peers over his shoulder to see what’s going on.

“Uh.. (Y/n)?”

“And I don’t want to be a replacement I, I want to be more than that, I want to be…”

“(Y/n)… your, dad.”

“What I’m trying to say is that I want you to be my Girl—“

“Your dads getting arrested!” She yells. (Y/n) stops and turns around to see his father being taken away by police.

“Gomez Addams. You're under arrest for the murder of Garrett Gates. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

“Father?”

“You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you.” (Y/n) can only watch as his father is taken away, god only knows what hellscape awaits.

The Twins stood at the blocked off prison visiting room, as their father sits solemnly at the seat. He sees the two stand there.

“My little tormenta, how's your mother?” Gomez asks Wednesday first.

“Devastated. She hates you in orange. I caught her laying a rose on a grave earlier today. The headstone read "Garrett Gates." The very boy you've been arrested for murdering. Care to explain?” She says, and (Y/n) nods.

“It’s best for everyone, father, elaborate.” He said, and Gomez explains.

“Garrett was infatuated with your mother. He mistook her kindness for interest. His infatuation turned into obsession, and he started stalking her.”

“Why didn't you call the police?”

“We tried. But his family were the oldest and richest in Jericho, But No one believed us. Garrett's father, an outcast-hating bigot, was furious that your mother had accused his only son. It all came to a head the night of the Rave'N Dance. Your mother and I stepped out to catch our breath. And that's when I saw him. He had broken into the school. His twisted love for your mother had made him insane. His eyes bore into me, brimming with murderous intent. My life flashed before my eyes. Driven by jealousy and hate, Garrett was When I saw the sword, my survival instinct kicked in. It was a terrible accident.” Gomez says, (Y/n) and Wednesday look at each other. (Y/n) motions his sister over and they speak out of hearing range from their father.

“If I'm being objective, his confession sounds entirely plausible, delivered with the perfect degree of sincerity. Perhaps father is exactly what he says.” Wednesday said.

“I agree; although father has a magnificent poker face, I think he’s telling the truth, but then again, what other rotting skeletons are in his closet, let’s play it safe.” (Y/n) said, they walk back and speak at the same time.

“Thank you for being honest with us.”

“I'm sorry I wasn't a better father.” He says, trying to hold back tears, Wednesday had no emotion, (Y/n) sighed.

“Could we please do without the overt display of emotion?” Wednesday demands, and forms composed himself.

“How many fathers hand their daughter a fencing blade when she's five?”

“Your saber strokes were an essay in perfection.”

“How many fathers would teach their son how to beat a lie detector?”

“It’s all about your heartbeat.”

“Or teach her how to swim with sharks?”

“They found you as cold-blooded as I do.”

“The right way to flay a rattlesnake?”

“They really do taste like chicken when prepared properly.”

“The point is, you taught us how to be strong and independent.” Wednesday begins, and (Y/n) adds in.

“And..How to navigate in a world full of treachery and prejudice. You are the reason we understand how imperative it is that we never lose sight of who we are, no matter what life throws at us.” (Y/n) looks into the eyes of his father, showing he means everything he says.

“So as far as fatherhood goes, I would say you've been more than adequate.” Wednesday said, and Gomez holds back a year.

“Gracias, (Y/n), Wednesday.”

The visitation ends and the two step out of the jail.

“We’ll have to consider all of this…” (Y/n) said, Wednesday also agrees and turns to (Y/n).

“You need to… console, Pugsley.”

“Why me?” (Y/n) asks, and Wednesday stares at him.

“… Yeah, I suppose you trying to comfort him would be… an issue.” (Y/n) chuckles, Wednesday turns her head forward.

“I’m going to.. convince the sheriff to hear me out.”

“As long as you don’t wind up behind bars as well, go for it.” He says, they split up and leave, (Y/n) walked past multiple happy families, (Y/n) approached the lake with a bag in hand, he peers over to see Pugsley sitting down.

“Go away.”

“Pug, You forgot your fishing gear.”

“I know you’re just trying to be nice to make me forget about dad. You’re being honest…It doesn't suit you.”

“That’s… fair. Father packed your favorite bait.” He sits next to him and digs into the bag, and grabs a hand grenade.

“What'll happen to him now?” He asks, and (Y/n) primes a grenade and casually tosses it into the water.

“Well, he's confessed, so there won't be a trial. After he's sentenced, he'll be sent to a state penitentiary, where he'll lose his mind being separated from Mother. Did you know they haven't spent a night apart since they tied the knot?”

“I always thought You’d be the first one in the family behind bars.” Pugsley said, (Y/n) shrugged.

“Funny enough, Wedensday nd I had a bet going… she owes me everything in her will.”

The water explodes deep down, and dead fish float up.

“That's quite a catch. Take the shrapnel out and we have a good feast.”

“I'm gonna miss him, (Y/n).”

“It's not over yet. He's innocent.”

“Well, if anyone can figure out who really committed the crime... it's you and Wednesday, you two work really well together. You have to find out the truth and free Dad.”

Pugsley’s words, so endearing. (Y/n) grits his teeth and nods.

“I will. I will Pugsley…Well, until that happens, we both know Mother will be falling apart.

Which means we have to be strong. And by "we," I mean you. Definitely not me.” He says, the brothers spend more time together before (Y/n) left the forest, as he walks out, his ears pick up the sound of sniffling. He halted as he searched for the origin of the sound, what caught his eye was the bright pink vest. He immediately recognized the color. He peers over to Enid sitting behind a tree, crying.

“Enid?” He asks, she looks up to him, her makeup a mess as it seems she’s been at it for a while, (Y/n) sits next to her.

“Is.. something wrong?” He asks, Enid looks at him like a sad, hurt puppy.

“It’s my mom she, wants to send me to… to..”

“To?”

“Conversion therapy! Like I’m some sort of disappointment!” She looks so hurt, (Y/n), not knowing how to console someone, he sighs and speaks from his black heart.

“Enid… you don’t need to wolf out to be a Weerwolf or, find a mate. Even without those powers, you’re unique, sparkly, bubbly, so kind and.. beautiful.” (Y/n) says, looking at the ground, enid looks up at him, perplexed.

“You.. think so?”

“Of course I do! You’re the only person who makes looking at pink bearable.” He says, his hand gently placed on hers. “If my father taught me anything, it’s to be yourself.. unapologetically, which…” he trails on.

“Ive.. been meaning to say this Enid, but I’ve had no luck, I want to ask.. will you—“

“(Y/n)!”

He hears his voice being called, he very didn’t much want to turn his attention to it, but he did, and he saw his sister approach.

“You have got to be kidding me..” he says, he was dragged away by his sister.

“Wednesday this better be good.”

“Father didn’t Kill Garrett. Neither did mother.”

Wednesday said dropping a bombshell, which raises the eyebrow of the Twin.

“Then.. who did?”

“Himself.”

“Okay, elaborate.”

“Mother told me what truly happened, she was protecting father when he attacked, but Garrett was foaming at the mouth. His eyes didn't look human. Foaming saliva, dilated pupils, mental confusion. What are those all textbook symptoms of?”

“Nightshade poisoning…” (Y/n) gets it, and puts everything together.

“He was dead before Mother stabbed him…”

“There's only one way to find out.” Wednesday said, and (Y/n) frowns, he knows what that means.

Late in the night, at the Grave of Miles Garrett, the twins dig his corpse up, both going to the graveyard as they dig up his casket, Morticia stands above them, watching the two.

“This reminds me of when you got your first grave-digging kit. You were so happy, you nearly smiled.” Morticia said, (Y/n) grumbles.

“Are you sure you don't want to join?” Wednesday asks.

“Uh... mm... No, that's okay, darling. I don't want to spoil your fun.” She says.

“This isn’t fun, mother, Digging up graves is for knaves and psychopaths.” (Y/n) jams into the earth again and feels a loud bang, they stop and uncover the decrepit tomb.

“Moment of truth.” Wednesday and (Y/n) open the tomb, the waft of rubbish bond and decaying flesh hits their nostrils. Wednesday seems to enjoy it. (Y/n) isn’t as enthusiastic as his sister. He looks over the corpse.

“I was right.” She points to the inner pocket, seeing hints of a stained blue liquid.

“Nightshade..” (Y/n) reaches in and grabs a finger, and with a quick and sharp twist, effortlessly removes his finger.

“Alright, now.. all we have to do is—“

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Someone from behind all three of they spoke, the twins popped their hands from the grave to see a police cruiser aiming their headlights at them, the second in command.

“Guess there's gonna be an Addams family reunion in lockup tonight. You're all under arrest.”

(Y/n) is locked up with his father, and Wednesday with her mother. Wednesday stands there, silent, as (Y/n) Taps his foot, fuming. Morticia and Gomez were all over each other

“Get comfortable. You can post bail in the morning.” Sherrif Galpin glares at the twins and leave..

“Not even the long arm of the law could keep us apart.”

“At least we'll have one last night together.

Yes.”

“I've seen jackals with more self-control than you two.” Wednesday glares at her parents lost in love.

“Neither one of you are strong enough to serve hard time. And thanks to me, you won't have to.” (Y/n) stops taping his foot.

“I knew our little jailbird would have an escape plan.”

“It seems Wednesday was correct about Garrett, He died from nightshade poisoning.”

“The remarkable preservation of soft tissue and blue tint confirms it. Which means Garrett was dying...Before you stabbed him.”

“You look even more ravishing as an innocent woman!”

“For once, could you two get off of each other and focus.” Wednesday said, (Y/n) agrees.

“Yes, we need to get this to the mayor, and he will drop all charges, all we need is someone to bring it to them.. someone we trust.. Pugsley.” (Y/n) says

“No.” Wednesday replies flatly.

“.. Lurch?”

“No.”

“…Uncle Fester“

“Absolutely not.” Wednesday said, (Y/n) walks to the edge of the cell.

“Well what do you suggest then? break out of here?” He says, Wednesday walks over and snatched the finger from his hand, and suddenly, she had a vision.,

“Prove to me you're still worthy to be called my son! Kill all those outcasts! Sneak into that dance and spike the punch bowl.” Those words rang through her. She sat up from her episode and her family obviously looks concerned.

“Did you have a vision?”

“What happened?”

“What did you see?”

“The night Garrett died, he had a vial of nightshade poison that broke in his pocket.

He wasn't just trying to kill father. He was going to use the nightshade poison to murder the entire school.” She says, the family look at each other. A sly grin creeps along the face of her brother.

“Oh I’m going to enjoy this…”

“Thank you for seeing us at such short notice, Mr. Mayor.”

The twins stand before the mayor, after being in jail for approximately 4 hours.

“Yes, well, veiled threats have that effect.”

“Then let’s cut to the chase, Garrett Gates wasn't killed by a stab wound.” (Y/n) goes first, then Wednesday places the severed finger on his desk.

“That blue sheen is a telltale sign of nightshade poisoning.” Wednesday said.

“But you already knew that, dont you mayor? Because back when you were sheriff, you were in charge and covered it up.”

“Ansel Gates hated outcasts and Nevermore.

He claimed the land the school was built on was stolen from his family over 200 years ago.

Garrett went there that night to spike the punch and kill all the kids at that dance.” The twins deliver a fairly clear shut argument, and the mayor grumbles, and confesses.

“Ansel confessed the whole thing to me in a drunken stupor. It was his idea.”

“Then Why did you instruct Dr. Anwar to falsify the autopsy report? You knew the truth about how he really died.”

“Listen, my job was to keep the peace. If there had been a trial, Jericho's and Nevermore's reputations would have been trashed.”

“I think the only reputation you were worried about ruining was your own.”

“I remember Garrett bragging to me that his father had the sheriff in his pocket. One year later, you get elected mayor. Hmm. No doubt with the full support of Ansel Gates.”

“I resent your implication.”

“I resent the fact you decided to cover up a potential Genocide of an entire school by a bigoted drug crazed maniac to save the face of this place. The truth stings, doesn’t it mayor?” (Y/n) said with a cold bite.

“What I resent is that you could have prevented Garrett's death if you had done your job when I lodged my complaint about him stalking our Mother.” Wednesday snaps back, The mayor was at a loss, and gave in.

“What do you want?” He asks them.

“All charges dropped. Our father will be released with a full and unequivocal apology from the sheriff's office. Do we have a deal?” (Y/n) asked, and the Mayor gave in.

The twins exit the building as (Y/n) thinks, and decides to speak about it.

“Have you spoken to mother about your visions? You know she could help you. You’d only have to ask Wednesday, we’re family.” He said. Wednesday was silent for a moment, and he continues.

“We’re Navigating this, treacherous shoal of our sibling relationship. But I'm always here for you, Wednesday. Mother, father, Pugsley, unfortunately.” He says.

“I’ll.. consider speaking to her.” Wednesday says, and (Y/n) sighs with relief. Gomez and Morticia We’re Released and All hugged, besides Wedensday.

“Don't crowd me.”

The next and final day, (Y/n) approached Enids family with her Next to him, they stopped and he motions for her to go.

“Stick to yourself, I know you’ve got this.” He says, and Enid walks to her mother, ready to stand her ground. Enid approached and her mother was already hounding her.

“So, it's decided. Six weeks at Camp Howl.

You'll need to pick which activity—“

“No, I don't. Because I'm not going. Not this summer. Not ever. If I'm meant to wolf out, then I'm going to do it on my own timeline and not yours. I hope that one day, you'll finally accept me for who I am.” Enid turns and sees (Y/n) smile, giving her a nod of approval.

(Y/n) returns back to his family as Wednesday was reluctantly being hugged goodbye.

“Don't push it.”

“Well, at least we can't say Parents' Weekend wasn't a nail-biter.” Gomez said.

“I knew you didn't have what it takes to be a murderer.” Wednesday says flatly,

“As much as that stings, gracias, my little death trap.” Gomez gives his daughter a hug, and turns to his son.

“A devious as always, my boy.” Gomez grins and (Y/n) smugly bows.

“Of course, manipulating the mayor into freeing my family a stroke of genius.” (Y/n) replies, and he and his father continue to laugh about it, Wednesday and Morticia watch them, she sighs happily and then goes back to her daughter, and she hands her the yearbook.

“As I leafed through the pages of this yearbook, I was reminded of all the wonderful times I had here. But they were just that. Mine.

You have your own path to blaze. I don't want to be a stranger in your life, darling. If you need me for anything, anything at all, I'm only a crystal ball away.”

“Thank you, Mother.” Wedensday looked blankly at her, but under those eyes was love, the Addams leave, letting the twins look into the book, and at a page of Weems.

“Hm… her Judy Garland costume was phenomenal..”

“…no.”

“No?”

“That isn’t a costume… she looks exactly like her.”

“Wednesday that’s impossible, the only way she could if Weems could shape her body to match hers.”

“…like a shape shifter?” Wedensday asks.

“Most likely, yes.” (Y/n) replies; Wednesday immediately slams the book shut and quickly walks off.

“Wednesday?” (Y/n) asks, and she bursts into Weems office.

“I knew it. I did witness Rowan getting murdered that night.” Wedensday stopped at the foot of the desk.

“Excuse me?” Weems asks.

“When Rowan appeared the next morning, it was you. When you participated in the talent show, not only did you impersonate Judy Garland, you became her. You're a shape-shifter.” Wedensday accuses her, and Weems scoffs at her.

“That's a fascinating theory.”

“I'm curious to find out how Sheriff Galpin feels when I tell him.” Wedensday says threateningly, Weems stands up, slowly showing her towering height.

“You won't tell a soul, Miss Addams. And it wouldn't matter much if you did. Rowan's father already knows what happened, and he fully supports my decision not to involve the authorities.”

“Why would he agree to that?”

“Because Rowan was not in his right mind. His telekinetic abilities were driving him mad and he attempted to murder you twice. His tragic death allowed us to rectify the situation without casting the school or Rowan in an unflattering light.” Weems explains the cover up.

“You and Mayor Walker are the same, aren't you? Burying bodies to cover your dirty secrets.”

“I did what I needed to do to shield this school from controversy and protect its students from harm.”

“Tell that to Eugene. How are you protecting him?”

The two continue to bicker, until (Y/n) bursts in.

“Principal Weems, Wedensday… you have to see this.” He rushes back and the two follow out to the yard as they bear witness. Flames dance in their eyes, seeing words burned into the ground, this was a message, who knows the borrows that are yet to come

#netflix #male reader #wednesday #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #reader insert #wedensday x you #enid sinclair x male reader #enid sinclair #siblings #addams family #enid x reader #enid x y/n #enid x you #enid sinclair x reader #mybitterhalf #enid x male reader

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itshype · 8 months ago

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Reverse Amnesia AU

(aka "Everyone lies except - for once - The Sheriff.) Sharing this old wyler prompt from Valentine's Day 2023 written with a few people but mostly @nonamemanga:

Wednesday pushes Donovan Galpin out of the way of Laurel's car after Laurel killed the coroner (before she actually runs Mayor Walker over), saving the Sheriff's life. The moment she pushes him, she gets a vision of Xavier calling her toxic in episode eight, so she then fails to get out of the way herself, and the car slams into her head-on.

Wednesday's a little woozy due to her head hitting the asphalt, but ultimately she's alright; just bumps and bruises. However, she's just disoriented enough that Donovan manages to bundle her into the police cruiser and rush her to the local hospital with the lights on. The siren does not help her headache from her profusely bleeding head wound. The Sheriff thinks she's seriously hurt and is totally panicking.

At the hospital, Donovan is brimming with guilt as he waits to hear from the doctors. He already felt kind of bad for arresting her and her whole family, and now she was seriously injured saving his life. Once he's allowed to, he approaches her in her hospital bed, hat in hands and he's nearly crying as he tells her:

"Wednesday, I know we've had our differences, but thank you, and if there's anything you need…"

And Wednesday panics, she can't deal with him trying to get his emotions all over her, so she immediately yells out, "I don't know you!!" in the hopes that a doctor will escort the 'strange man' out of her room. No one hears her but Donovan immediately assumes her head wound is worse than anyone thought and calls for nurses. Wednesday decides to run with this. She can pretend to have amnesia for a few hours and then once everyone is calmed down and she's not at risk of being cried on she can miraculously recover. The perfect plan.

Weems shows up (the hospital called her, Donovan forgot because he behaves like a lunatic in times of stress) and immediately begins fussing. Weems has the whackest priorities but doesn't actually wish her students any harm and there is a head wound. Wednesday reinforces her amnesiac defence so that Weems will stop trying to touch and comfort her.

Meanwhile, Tyler has received the following texts from his dad:

wEDnESdAy !!!

hospital

These texts are based on real ones I have received.

When he shows up at the hospital just to see what's going on, and hears what happened, it instantly twigs for him that: his master tried to murder his father, and that Wednesday is now about to be a real target because she actually stopped Laurel from doing something she wanted (I do not think there's any way Laurel told Tyler her whole Crackstone plan. He's a goon-puppet, not her equal) so Tyler doesn't know she will be kept alive for a while.

Tyler thinks he needs to stick around Wednesday now to protect her and that she has amnesia. So, he launches into a long lie about them secretly dating for "weeks now, really." so that he can stay until the nurses kick them out.

Wednesday is gobsmacked and a little suspicious that her ultra-vanilla not-boyfriend is lying about this, and that he's so good at it both Weems and Donovan are eating out of his hand. It's impressive. While Tyler coos about wishing she'd waited for him so he could have safely driven her home she plans to continue faking her amnesia until she figures out why Tyler would lie about them being together.

They've been there for a few hours when they get the call that Wednesday's parents won't drive down to visit because Morticia knows that Wednesday is fine, lying about the amnesia and only got hit because of a vision, not the epileptic fit that Donovan described to the doctors. Wednesday demands to go back to school, this hospital gown is blue, goddamn it. Wednesday knows her mother probably had a vision about the truth of what happened but everyone is heartbroken on Wednesday's behalf.

Enid, when Wednesday finally returns to her dorm with Tyler in tow and he explains about the amnesia, also decides to put a spin on their relationship. Declaring that they're best friends and "Of course I knew about the secret relationship!" she insists, while manically typing a blog post with one hand, "I'd never betray your trust and tell other people before you were ready, and when I planned your birthday party I definitely remembered to invite him, and not just other students you never hang out with! Sorry you don't remember but I did a good job!" She glares at Tyler when Wednesday looks away but he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth as Enid is backing him up.

Wednesday is baffled.

Crack option: When asked by Enid about the car accident Wednesday says she "saw Xavier, and then the car hit her" in a purposefully misleading reference to the vision she had. Rumours of him pushing her never totally go away.

#reverse amnesia au #wyler #netflix's wednesday #wednesday #wednesday addams #tysday #mine

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writing-rat · 1 year ago

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Unfortunate Timing

Pairings: Wednesday x Enid

Content: Periods, Softness

Summary: Wednesday gets her period in class.

It was a normal day for Wednesday and Enid, or so she thought. Wednesday was currently in class as she was focused on making notes, when she felt something ache. Ignoring it, she kept sat up, noticing how much her midsection was cramping. She would never admit weakness though, refused to even. The only time she showed weakness was when she was with Enid, and no one else. She knew what the pain was. Ever since she was stabbed in the side, her period cramps had gotten worse and worse throughout the months. She was glancing over at Enid, who was sat down with Yoko and was actually focusing on the lesson. Discreetly she grabbed her phone out and sent a message over to Enid. ‘Drug my coffee with cyanide at lunch mi amor’ she texted Enid.

Enid was quick to check her phone, shocked by the message before she sent back another message, then looked at Wednesday with a quizzical look. ‘Why?’ was the response.

‘I am suffering from cramps’ was what Wednesday texted back. Enid just let out a small smile before she was texting back.

‘I have pads, I can hand one over class discreetly as well as the usual painkillers. I have some water too’ Enid was responding. Wednesday looked over and nodded, putting her phone away.

The next period was lunch at least. Once class was over, Wednesday was acting normal, albeit the slight flinch when she stoof up. Luckily everyone, except the Nightshades, were out of the classroom, ready for the lunchtime rush. Enid walked over to her girlfriend with a smile and handed over a pad in open eyes. Wednesday didn’t care, she knew the others wouldn’t say anything if they wanted to keep their life. “Go babe, I will get your coffee prepared,” Enid spoke and kissed her cheek. Wednesday nodded before walking away. She was soon in the closest bathroom, which was 2 turns away and was seeing the mess that was of her underwear. Luckily it was caught early so it wasn’t so bad. She was quick to prepare herself before she walked down, just wanting her painkillers already.

They were her mother’s special recipe. That winter revealed her newfound painful cramps to the point she had asked her mother for help. She had to, she couldn’t continue having them. After asking for help, she felt shame. Luckily what her mother had given her helped her a lot and she was much more relaxed. This led to Morticia telling Enid the recipe due to Enid being like duct tape to the shorter girl. Wednesday asked for the recipe but her mother didn’t trust her… rightfully so.

She was soon sat down and was next to Enid, leaned against her. Enid produced the coffee and smirked. “After classes, we can go to our room and then we can do whatever you want, even if it is cuddle or watch a film babycakes,” Enid reassured. “Don’t call me that. And also I would like to watch a horror movie. Scream,” Wednesday spoke, looking at Enid, knowing she wouldn’t be able to handle Saw. Enid nodded.

“We can do that then babe,” she spoke and kissed her cheek.

Wednesday was just glad she had a loving, accepting girlfriend.

#wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday #ratboy writing

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streamdotpng · 1 year ago

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Pubert didn't really know his sister's love that well. He doesn't mean in the sense of his sister not showing him love. He was probably one of the few people left who she openly showed affection to.

What he meant was he didn't really get to know Enid when she would stay at his family's home. It wasn't like she wouldn't talk to any of them. Honestly it was the opposite. She'd talk to all of them about anything and everything. The conversations weren't ever about her.

She was definitely nice, though, which he thought was weird since his sister had kind of sworn off affection or anything remotely "nice".

So while he hadn't really gotten to know her, he knew she'd been a good influence on his big sister. When Enid was still with Wednesday, his sister smiled with all her teeth and laughed more in a day than he'd heard his entire childhood. So he decided that he liked her. She made his big sis happy so he was happy, too.

He liked that she would go to the greenhouse with him sometimes. She would walk around and just look at different plants. Sometimes she'd even ask him questions and he'd get to show off all the stuff his Mama had taught him. Enid would smile at him with this really soft smile. He liked it. Liked having her around. Liked how happy she made his big sister. He showed her how to feed some of the carnivorous plants in a way where they couldn't get a bite of you.

He thinks that the plants liked Enid too.

Some of the grouchier plants weren't as quick to sneak a bite out of her. Like they just naturally respected her. He's got a theory that it has to do with her being a werewolf but he'd have to run tests and his mama said he isn't old enough for that just yet. Until he is though he'll just take notes. He asked his big sister if all werewolves smiled like the sun but Wednesday only shook her head and said it was something that only Enid was capable of. He takes note of that, too.

Enid is nice enough that she even lets him touch the scars on her face. He makes sure he's super careful since he doesn't know if they still hurt or not.

("You know, Grandmama could make a potion to make them go away if you want?" he offers.

"I know." Enid tells him, a smile playing on her lips.

"You don't want them to go away, do you?" he asks.

"Nope." she says, popping the "p".

He's pretty sure he gets why.)

But then she stopped coming around.

He was still pretty young when it happened so no one really explained anything to him and Wednesday wouldn't ever talk about it with anyone. He figured maybe she was just busy and Wednesday was being sulky like his Papa does when Mama goes away for a trip and he has to stay at the house. But more time passed and she just didn't come back. Eventually he did go and ask his big sister why the smiley werewolf wasn't coming over anymore.

Pubert won't forget the look on his sister's face for as long as he lives.

Wednesday just looked so haunted. Which is something he'd know a lot about given that the house was literally haunted by his family members. She looked like she'd died and the body in front of him was just what ever was left. It scared him. He remembers grabbing the sweater she was wearing with both hands and burying his face into her stomach. His big sister wrapped herself around him and the two of them cried together. (It was the first time he'd ever seen her cry.)

Pubert would follow in his big sister's steps and attend Nevermore. Not the high school part but they had recently added lower grades so he would be attending the middle school section of the campus. He was excited. He had heard all about the exciting things that had happened while Wednesday had attended and he hoped to have at a fraction of the fun she had. Maybe he'd get his own mystery? It would impress Wednesday if he solved one all on his own.

Morticia and Gomez were there to see Pubert off on his first day of school and while he thought they'd leave right away, his Mama just smiled and said she had business with the headmistress and her assistant. Pugsley had already headed towards the high school campus to see some of his old buddies.

Pubert glances back at the family hearse; Wednesday had decided against coming with them. She did give him a hug and a kiss before he left but he was still kinda sad she wasn't here to see him on his first day.

Wednesday rarely ever left the property anymore.

He sorta understood but... he also hoped that one day she'd come back out. His family made a home in the shadows but he was worried his sister hadn't seen sunlight in far too long. Mentally Pubert shrugged the thought off, he'd think those thoughts some other time. Right now was the time for exploration. One of the first things Wednesday ever taught him was to always familiarize yourself with your surroundings.

The middle school campus wasn't so different from the rest of the school. The buildings looked the same and the curriculum wasn't all that different if a bit simpler for the younger students to better understand. He'd heard that the grounds had a greenhouse though. That's where he wanted to go. From what he tell it was only on the high school campus. Obviously that wasn't going to stop him so Pubert just asked a passing upperclassmen how to get to that side of the campus. They pointed him in the right direction and off he went.

The greenhouse was beautiful. It wasn't as cool as the one back home and didn't have nearly as many exotic species but it was still a sight to see. Flower beds galore, and trees that bore fruit and some that didn't. He even recognized some of the more poisonous plants in a far off section. Pubert casually made his way through the greenhouse, mentally cataloging every plant or shrubbery that he could identify and keeping a separate list of the ones he couldn't so he could research them.

He had just caught sight of something really interesting when a hand grabbed his shoulder. The grip was firm and gentle at the same time. It was the grip of a mother about to reprimand her child. (He was very familiar with the feeling.) He turned into the direction of the person with an apology on his lips before the words were stolen from his breath.

Enid Sinclair, alive and in the flesh.

For a moment, both of them were stunned silent before Pubert watched panic start to fill her eyes.

"She isn't here." he says, not softly but not harsh either. Factual.

"I-" Enid looks as if she was going to refute something but ultimately decided against it. Pubert appreciated it.

He watches her take a deep breath in and then slowly release it. Finds himself mimicking it unconsciously. He counts the breathes in his head and recognizes it as a calming technique his sister taught him when he was smaller and still prone to occasional fits of panic. Something in his chest aches. He doesn't understand why.

"I don't think you're supposed to be on this side of the campus, Mr. Addams." Enid says, at least attempting to be professional about this.

"No ma'am..." Pubert starts, not really sure how this works and so following Enid's lead "But I wanted to see the greenhouse. The middle school doesn't have one. I don't think that's fair." He knows he sounds a little sulky towards the end but he can't really help it. He wants to spend time with the plants.

"We house a lot of dangerous plants here and don't want to run the risk of anyone getting hurt. You all are still young. At least by the time you've reached high school, you would know better than to just touch plants willy-nilly." Enid begins "There will be times when a class will call for a trip to the greenhouse. Its how we teach everyone the proper way to handle all the things that call the greenhouse home."

Pubert can tell this is a conversation that has happened more than once. Still...

"I know how to take care of everything here. Almost everything. I even know how to make the antidotes, too. I promise I won't mess with them. Come on, Niddy-" he cuts himself off. He hadn't meant to call her that. It'd been years since he'd called her that but the habit was still there. He immediately looks down. He messed up. He knows it.

He hears a soft sigh and the shifting of feet. Softly a pair of fingers nudge his chin until he looks up again. Enid has crouched down in front of him so they're closer to the same height. (He could tell that he'd take after his papa in height. He wasn't all that upset about it. He loves his papa after all.) She doesn't look mad. But there's something in her expression that makes Pubert want to cry. He can feel it building behind his eyes.

A tear must have snuck its way out because she carefully swipes her thumb at the corner of his eye. Her hand stays there cradling his face and that ache in his chest comes back full force. He wants to hold back the tears. He wants to be strong like his sister. But Pubert is only 12 years old and Enid is still as warm as he remembers. He throws himself in her arms and buries his face in her neck. He had missed her so much. He didn't even get to say bye.

Pubert cries like he hasn't in years.

Enid holds him tight.

He feels one of her hands stroke his back, following the curve of his spine. The other nestles itself in his hair. He feels himself relax into the embrace and slowing he starts his breathing exercises. Just like his sister taught him. He can feel Enid copying them. It brings him some comfort. The two stay like this until his breathing returns to normal. Pubert knows he should let go of her, knows that things aren't the same as before.

He holds her tighter.

He can feel the huff of a laugh. He feels arms wrap fully around him and then feels his feet leave the floor. He hasn't been carried like this in at least a year or two. He had decided he was grown enough that he didn't need it anymore. And yet, Enid was holding him like he was still 6 years old trying to trail after her and Wednesday. Maybe in a way he was. Either way he really couldn't deny that he liked the way being carried and held by Enid felt.

He can feel her swaying them slightly and some part of him is mildly embarrassed that he's being treated like a baby but a much larger part is soaking up all of her affection.

Eventually she slowly and carefully lowers him back to the ground where he takes a moment to straighten his clothes. He doesn't really know what to say. What exactly does one say to an ex paramour of a sibling who is now a staff member of the school you're now attending?

"Sooo... am I still in trouble?" he asks.

A laugh startles its way out of Enid and she ruffles his hair "Yes you're still in trouble but I'll let you off easy just this once, kay?" she adds with a wink. He smiles bright and follows her as she leads him out of the greenhouse and back to the middle school campus.

He feels like he understands his big sister a lot more now.

I honestly really enjoyed writing this section. I don't think the Addams media really touches on what Pubert is like so I think he's got more of a sunny disposition but like 3 steps to the left. Still an Addams just not at first glance. Silent killer if you will.

ZHAUFOABUWUFIAOAK???

PUBERT IS JUST A LIL GUY,, HE JUST MISSES THE SUN THATS HIS OLDER SISTER

Oh this is lovely frog, thank you. He had the serious vocabulary of an Addams but he's so flipping in love with everything like his dad that it's adorable

Bro I'm distraught, but in a positive way yknow? This is so good froggy thank you again

Then Wednesday being described as haunted and holing up in the manor,, dude I just want them to meet 😢 i really need to know what happened between Wednesday's letter and the wedding

Yknow I feel like pubert is gonna start following around. Why? Bc it looks cute in my head and I think Enid deserves it

#Au thoughts #Wenclair #Writing

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vampwritesstuff · 2 years ago

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Someone to Save Me ~

Pairing : Xavier Thorpe x Addams!reader (fem pronouns)

Summary : in which when her crazy, obsessive father comes searching for her, she needed a knight in shining armor. Or maybe a tortured artist.

Warnings : attempted kidnapping, abuse, swearing, mentions of being stalked, use of the word “princess”

Genre : angst to fluff/comfort, frenemies to lovers

Requests : open

Words : 2k+

This is an idea I had thought of and wanted to write, don’t remember what I had been doing but I immediately went to my notes and wrote a general idea on this, so here is a fleshed out version! I want to say that reader’s father is NOT Fester!

Masterlist

Having a crazy and obsessive father was difficult. That’s what led you to run from him, showing up on your Aunt Morticia and Uncle Gomez’s doorstep, seeking refuge in their home. They knew how your father could get and allowed you to stay with them. You were 13, they couldn’t leave you to fend for yourself. Something that just sort of happened was that Wednesday basically became your bodyguard, she was never far from you anytime you were at school or in public. So, after being expelled for throwing piranhas into the swim team’s pool during their practice, you obviously had to go with her to her new school, Nevermore.

Now, you weren’t a normie, obviously since you were an Addams. You had an innate ability to control plants and organic objects around you. And seeing that there were woods that surrounded the Nevermore campus, it made you feel at home already. Pugsley had taken a liking to calling you ‘nymph’ because of your closeness to nature. It was a sour parting when your aunt, uncle and younger cousin had to leave. Pugsley had given you and Wednesday a tight hug, while you had patted his back and gave him encouraging words, Wednesday was… well, she was Wednesday. Your aunt gave you and your cousin each a pendant, while Wednesday’s could turn into a ‘W’ and ‘M’ for Wednesday and Morticia, yours had a carefully crafted tree on it. You smiled softly and thanked your aunt, giving her a hug before she got into the car where Lurch stood by, holding open the car door. Then they were off.

It had been barely a month since you’ve arrived at Nevermore Academy, and somehow your cousin has found herself playing detective in a search for a monster that most weren’t even sure existed. Of course, you believed her and have helped her in her investigation.

Despite Wednesday’s many complaints, you were given a single room, while Wednesday had to deal with a roommate who was the exact opposite of her. You thought it was good for Wednesday to have some social interaction with someone besides you or her family. Many of her complaints consisted of her trying to reason that she needed to protect you from your father, as she had been doing for the past three years. However, you were quick to shut her down.

“Wednesday, if he hasn’t found me yet, how in the hell do you think he would find me in a school for outcasts in a little town that’s barely on the map?” You had told her one day, during an outing in Jericho to go to the Weathervane. Of course, your cousin stayed silent, knowing that it was unlikely that your father would find you. You were good at covering your tracks.

It wasn’t long until Tyler Galpin, a normie and someone who had taken interest in your cousin, sat down with you both. You tensed, Tyler did not give you good vibes ever since you first met him, however your cousin seemed to never notice your state of nervousness whenever Tyler was around. It didn’t help that he was sitting next to you, and you were trapped inside the booth.

You stared at the table for the remainder of the time you and your cousin were at the Weathervane, unwilling to speak up that you wanted to leave in the case that you were going to be seen as rude. That’s when your phone buzzed, a text from Enid saved you. “Sorry Wednesday, but Enid says she’s having a crisis and needs me back at Nevermore.” You spoke up as Wednesday and Tyler talked over theories about who the monster could be. Tyler got the hint that you needed to leave and moved from the booth to allow you to slide past in order to leave. Wednesday just nodded, “Don’t get yourself killed.” She said as Tyler sat back down, you knew that was just her way of telling you to be safe. You nodded and left the Weathervane without another word, making your way from Jericho back to the school.

You were barely 5 minutes into the wooded part of the Nevermore campus when you got the eerie feeling that you were being watched, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. You stopped to look around, only hearing the chirp of birds and the noise of bugs.

Hesitantly, you started walking again, this time at a much quicker pace. Already having your phone out with Enid on speed dial and ready to take off or fight for your life at a moments notice. There was no way in hell you were going to die in the woods, alone.

That’s when you heard a twig snap, stopping once again you looked around, taking note that it wasn’t you who stepped on a twig and broke it. That’s when you felt a presence behind you, immediately your instinct and training from Wednesday kicked in. Spinning around, you took control of some of the vines on the ground and used them to wrap the figure up and keep them from moving, they fell to the ground with a deep grunt, groaning as the vines tightened around them.

When your initial adrenaline wore off, you were able to make out the Nevermore uniform, specifically the male uniform. “Fuck, Y/n, didn’t think you would attack someone like that.” Xavier groaned as he was still constricted by the vines. “That’s why you don’t sneak up on a girl in the middle of the damn woods!” You exclaimed, letting the vines go of your control and allowing them to unwrap from Xavier.

You held out your hand to help him stand up, which he took in response. He brushed himself off, standing in front of you. “Sorry, sorry. Don’t sneak up on girls in the woods, got it.” He mumbled, “what were you doing out here anyway?” He asked, but you gave him an incredulous look, “Where else would I be going? I’m heading back from town to the school. Enid messaged me that she had something urgent going on and needed my help.” You told him as you turned and began to walk away from the artist.

You and Xavier had an odd dynamic going on, some days you both could be civil with each other, other days you were ready to rip his throat out just listening to him talk. Right about now, you were borderline annoyed with the boy, in between being civil and tying him up with vines again. You almost groaned as he caught up with you easily, ‘Curse his long legs.’ You thought. “What were you doing in Jericho?” He asked you, watching your expression carefully. “I was with Wednesday at the Weathervane.” You answered shortly, not wanting to delve into detail of your most recent outing with your cousin. From the corner of your eye, you saw Xavier nod stiffly. ‘Odd,’ You thought, ‘He’s never stiffened at the mention of Wednesday..’ you squinted at him, suspiciously.

“Now, what were you doing out here?” You turned his own question on him, he looked at you and shrugged, “Came to clear my head,” he told you but you looking at him seemed to make the boy nervous, something he never usually was when around you. He normally matched your energy, which made you even more suspicious of Xavier. “Okay.” There was something up with Xavier, and you knew it. But you didn’t want him to catch onto your suspicion, so you pretended that you believed him.

There was a silence between the both of you as you reached Nevermore, “See you later, Xav.” You said to him as you walked away, heading to Enid and Wednesday’s dorm in Ophelia Hall.

You seemed to run into Xavier in the woods a lot more than usual, especially on your daily stroll through the woods which you’ve recently been going on alone, since Wednesday was too busy with her investigation to join you. Each time you met in the woods, he seemed much more different than during school. Like he was a completely different person. Eventually, you decided to confront him about it, when he once again interrupted your stroll.

“What has been goin on with you lately, Xavier? You’ve been acting completely different lately, especially out of class.” You told him as he once again, joined you on a walk through the woods. “What do you mean, Y/n?” He tried to play you off, but you knew Xavier. He wouldn’t dismiss accusations against him, you’ve learned that since Wednesday began suspecting him and he found out about it. That’s how you realized.

“You’re not Xavier.” You whispered, barely loud enough for ‘Xavier’ to hear. When you looked up again, someone else was smirking at you, and it was someone you hoped to never see again. “Hello, princess.” Your father’s dark eyes bore into you as you were struck with fear, unable to move or make a sound as he walked towards you. “I’ve been watching you for a while now, such a shame that you saw through my disguise.” He stated as he caressed your face, his fingers lingering through a strand of your hair. “Why don’t you come home, princess? You belong with me. I am your father, after all.”

Finally, your sense came back to you and you moved away from him immediately. “No, you aren’t my father.” He began to look angry as you said that. “I don’t belong anywhere with you, and I’m sure as hell not your princess!” You shouted at him. By now, the man in front of you was fuming with anger, he reached for your arm and took hold of you in a vice grip, harshly pulling you towards him.

“Ungrateful little bitch! I created you, you are mine! You decide nothing for yourself.” His gripped tightened and you let out a yelp of pain, trying to pull from him. “Let go of me! I’m not going with you!” However, your father was much stronger than you, slapping you across the face as your head was immediately sent reeling to the side, your cheek stinging in pain. The hit was hard enough that it scrambled your thoughts, which allowed your father to pick you up without a fight and begin walking away from Nevermore.

Neither of you were aware that Thing had been following you. The hand immediately went to the closest person he could find to get help.

The sound of the shed door opening alerted Xavier that someone had entered his art studio, however he did not expect to find Thing frantically tugging at his pant leg, signing something Xavier couldn’t make out. However Xavier knew something was wrong, extremely wrong. “Show me.” Was all Xavier had to say and Thing was leading him into the woods.

Coming back to your senses, you were tossed over your father’s shoulder as he took you somewhere you didn’t recognize. You began thrashing around in his grip, “Let go of me! Someone help!” You screamed, hoping by some miracle, someone would be in the woods and hear you. “Stop squirming!” Your father shouted and threw you off his shoulder, your bodying hitting the hard ground and knocking your breath away from you, your lungs gasping for air. “You will come home. You will obey me. And you will never run from me again.” He seethed, his boot landing a kick to your ribs, then your stomach and head.

Tears filled your eyes, pain shooting everywhere throughout your body, you could hardly think. Hoping that someone would find you. Your father grabbed you and lifted you up by the collar of your shirt, “I’ll just have to break you into submission if you won’t be a good little girl.” Your father grinned at you as your half lidded eyes could hardly stay open, but you knew he was raising his fist to strike at you again.

“Get away from her!” You heard as you felt your self be dropped again, your father being tackled away from you, you could make out the shape of a hand in front of you, “Thing..” you whispered before having passed out from exhaustion.

Xavier had followed Thing at least a mile into the woods, adrenaline rushing through his veins, he didn’t know who was in danger but he knew they were important to Thing, so that left him with either two options. You, or Wednesday.

When he saw a man lifting you up by the collar of your shirt and his fist readying to hit you, something snapped in Xavier. Anger boiled over in him as he got close enough to see how terrible of shape you were in, blood covered half of your face and blood ran from your nose, your clothes torn and dirty. “Get away from her!” He shouted as he tackled the man away from you, blinded by pure and utter rage. All Xavier knew was that he had to protect the girl he had begun to accept his feelings for, and the scariest part was that he might’ve not ever gotten to tell her if he hadn’t been there in time to save her. Xavier didn’t stop until the man was a bloodied, unconscious mess. When he calmed down, Thing was tugging on the sleeve of his arm, ushering him to check on you.

You woke up in a hospital bed, looking around to see many get well soon cards, flowers, and other little gifts. Your head was fuzzy, but the last thing you remembered was dropping onto the ground and seeing Thing before it all went blank. No one was in the room with you, it was dark outside so you knew all of your friends and cousin were told to go back to Nevermore. Realizing that your throat was scratchy and you desperately needed some water, you pressed the small ‘help’ button on the side of your bed. It wasn’t long until a nurse and doctor rushed in to check on you, your throat hurt but somehow the nurse was able to understand that you needed water and left the room, retuning a few minutes later with a cold cup of water.

While the doctor did some checks on your vitals, you asked the nurse if she could inform principal Weems that you were awake, she nodded but told you it would be until the next day that anyone would be able to visit you. The doctor finished his check up and left the room with the nurse, allowing you some rest.

The next morning came quickly, and you were reminded of how much pain you were in when you attempted to sit up, “Ms. Addams, please stay laying down.” You heard a woman’s voice and looked to see principal Weems, standing in the doorway of your hospital room along with sheriff Galpin. “Sorry to question you so soon after waking up, but the station needs a statement about what happened when you were attacked. Wednesday told us that was your father, correct?” The sheriff asked you, quick to cut to the chase. A shiver ran down your spine as he mentioned your father, “Yes, that was…” you were interrupted by a coughing fit, “… that was my father.” You continued after the coughing had stopped. “What happened before Xavier got to the scene?” That question threw you, Xavier was the one who saved you? You shook yourself out of it, you’d worry about that later. “My father had disguised himself as Xavier and intercepted me during a walk, when I realized he was not Xavier, that’s when he began telling me that I had to go home with him, that he made me and owned me, that I was nothing without him. When I refused and tried to leave, he grabbed me. It’s a little fuzzy from there, but I remember a sting across my cheek and being carried away, I think I came to at one point and started fighting back. That’s when he threw me on the ground and started beating me.” You had to take a shaky breath to keep yourself from breaking down, “then he picked me up, and that’s when he was tackled away from me. I had no idea that it was Xavier who saved me.”

Once sheriff Galpin had finished getting your statement, and reassuring you that your father would be put away for a long time, you were discharged from the hospital and allowed to return to Nevermore. When you and Weems arrived, a large crowd of students were waiting to welcome you back, no doubt the work of Enid and Yoko.

When you stepped out of the car, Enid and Wednesday were the first ones to be by your side. Enid engulfed you into a hug, while Wednesday tried to keep her from smothering you and breaking anymore of your ribs. “Enid, she doesn’t need anymore broken ribs.” She chided the bubbly werewolf, who immediately let go and apologized. You looked at the crowd of students, recognizing some faces and not recognizing others. However, the one face you hoped to see, was not there. “Where’s Xavier?” You asked, hoping one of them knew where the artist was. “He’s been sulking like a lost puppy ever since you were put in the hospital, I’d bet he’s in his art shed right now.” Wednesday told you, keeping her accusatory remarks to herself, he did save his cousin’s life after all. The least she could do was cut him some slack.

“Oh, I was hoping I could talk to him.” Your mood significantly dampened since the guy who literally saved your life, couldn’t be bothered to welcome you back. “Hey, don’t look so upset, he did stay by your side the entire time you were asleep in the hospital!” Enid attempted to console you. You smiled at her, and at the thought of Xavier worrying over you. You decided that, for the time being, you would settle back into your routine and confront Xavier later.

It was a few hours later when Xavier showed up at your dorm room, knocking on the door. When you opened the door, you were greeted by a even more tired looking Xavier, the bags under his eyes were darker than before and he looked like he hadn’t had a proper sleep in ages. “Xavier, you okay? You look like you haven’t slept in days.” You worried over him, but her just looked at you with such emotion in his eyes that you couldn’t tell what her was feeling.

Then he stepped closer and pulled you into a hug, burying his face into your neck. Hesitantly you hugged him back, unsure of what exactly was going on. Half the time, you and Xavier couldn’t stand each other. The other half was spent laughing and making jokes about each other. You had never seen Xavier so vulnerable before.

Before you knew it, Xavier was crying while hugging you, hiccups interrupting him every few sobs. “Hey, hey. Xavi, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You pushed him away slightly, so you could look at his face. “I thought I was going to lose you.” He rasped, “And when I saw your dad holding you like that, limp and lifeless, I realized just how important you are to me.” He hiccuped as he explained.

You pulled him back into the hug, rubbing his back as he continued to sob. You didn’t know where this was coming from, but over the past few months, you had realized that he meant more to you than you originally thought. “Y/n, I love you, and I have no idea what I would’ve done if you were taken away from me.” Xavier spoke again, this time clearer. You were shocked, you figured your feelings for him would end up being one sided, so you pushed them far far down. However, those feelings bubbled to the surface as he said those words. “I love you too, Xavier.” You replied, you could see him visibly relax at your words.

“Let me take you on a date, whatever you want to do, we’ll do it.” He told you as you smiled up at him, he leaned down and leaned his forehead against yours, both of you closing your eyes and enjoying each others embrace. “I’d love to go on a date with you.” He smiled and as you both looked at each other you shared your first kiss, of many to come.

Yeah, Xavier saved your life. He was your artist in shining armor.

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