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blackwolfstabs · 4 months

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Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @alkivm

ONE NORMAL NIGHT

In the heart of winter and in the dead of night, you and Wednesday share the woods.

fandom: Wednesday (2022) pairing: Wedesnday Addams × Fem!Vampire!Reader a/n: this is my 1st × reader ever so i'm feeling very insecure about it.. however, i wanted to do something up your alley, Alk. i also wanted to write from Wednesday because i knew writing something of Sam would be too predictable of me haha. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

You slid into the partially dark dorm room that held your girlfriend’s strong scent. For someone as dark and mysterious as Wednesday, you never expected her to have a smell that was actually calming. However, this made it easier for you to find her. Being a vampire allowed you the same nose the werewolves had. Maybe even better, in your opinion…

Speaking of werewolves, Enid’s side of the room was the dark side, for once. She must’ve been out with her girl pack. This led you to immediately find Wednesday seated at her desk with a lit lamp as the clicking of the typewriter keys echoed off the walls. Her writing time, you presumed with a small smirk and shake of your head. It was part of her nightly routine.

But you were looking for a night where they could just be with each other. It had snowed all day, but with the dark that you both adored, came clear skies and moonlight that made the snow sparkle. Wednesday, of course, didn’t care for sparkly things, but you hadn’t seen anything more vintage in decades. And you wanted to share that with her.

You wanted one normal night.

She never stopped typing, her black eyes undivided, but there was something about the way her shoulders braced that told you that she knew you were there. So, you approached her, but before you could speak, she did.

“What is it, Y/N?” she asked flatly. “You know this is my—”

“Yes, yes, I know. This is your writing time,” you cut her off as you stopped behind her chair and leaned against it. “I was thinking… maybe we could take a walk through the woods? We’ve been shut indoors all day because of the snowfall, and the moon is rather beautiful tonight.” You heard her give a short huff, which encouraged you to follow up with, “Almost as beautiful as you…”

Wednesday scoffed as she felt you lean down and kiss her cheek. You had just been outside, on your way over, so your lips were cold against her warm skin. It made her pull away slightly, “Oh, please, your pick-up lines are aging on me.” But even she had her own jokes to turn around on you, and she glanced up to tease, “Almost as much as you.”

To be fair, you did not see that coming as you looked away in mock offense. “You've been waiting to spring that one on me, haven’t you?”

She shrugged and went back to her writing, “Not really. You just fell into the trap.”

“Sly psychic,” you rolled your eyes.

“Dumb vampire.”

God, the way she just threw back words in any situation that made her charisma grow had your vampire instincts tingling. It made you frisky and longing for a hunt. However, if Wednesday followed your lead, you could take the thirst just to have one night with her. “Please?” you hated to beg, yet here you were doing it for her. “Can’t you spare one day of cutting your writing time short?”

Your borderline-desperate tone made her give a small smirk, and that gave you a little bit of hope. You had other plans for that night anyway, so you would make sure she’d show her side of the duality you had gotten the pleasure to know.

“Let me finish this paragraph,” she eventually gave in.

You let her do so without trouble, pacing around the room like a caged tiger while you waited. And then she stood up from her chair and turned around to catch you looking at her.

“You’ve got the patience of a saint.” The sarcasm was thick in her flat tone.

You just shrugged and nodded to the tunic-length jacket that was lying on her bed, “That should be warm enough for you.”

The raven gave you an uncertain look as she went to retrieve it and slip it on. “Sometimes, I think you forget that I’m not a vampire,” she commented, clearly not convinced one jacket would keep her warm in the snowy wilderness.

“Never,” you assured her. When she turned around and approached you with her dark eyes trying to figure out the million thoughts behind your glowing ones, you gave her a wink. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll keep you warm.”

She didn’t look convinced. “I’m thrilled.” Then again, she never did.

You never took that personally from her. After all, she was the one to insinuate a relationship that was more than friends. She had even stolen the first kiss between you two. As uninterested as she tried to seem, you knew she was curious about what you had in mind. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have followed you out.

The bitter cold of the winter night suited you just fine as you stepped out of the heated indoors and shook your head out to relish the chilly freedom. You sighed in delight, before looking over your shoulder to see Wednesday pacing up next to you.

She blinked unsteadily, the breeze stinging her eyes and cheeks as her bangs were swept aside. She crossed her arms and hugged them against her chest. “It had to be tonight?”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, come on, Wednesday, it’s not that bad!” You gave her a playful nudge. “You just need to get that warm blood pumping,” you then teased, your breed leaving you immune to the freeze.

She just growled in annoyance, which made you decide to take the first step—well, more like the second step now… “So, try and keep up,” you told her, then raced away into the woods.

It must have caught her off-guard, because she immediately followed hot in pursuit. “Y/N!” It was like she hadn’t even thought about the fact that she was rushing into a game of Tag, like it was a mindless effort that sent her after you.

Her calls made you run faster, weaving through the trees like a trained dog in agility, and you let out a triumphant howl that sent the crows scattering into the night sky. In return, you actually got a few calls back from the werewolves scouting the forest as well. “Hey, Wednesday!” you hollered over your shoulder, “you think one of those is your roommate?!”

You could hear your girlfriend’s panting grow louder as she flanked you a few yards back. “No!” she answered, “Enid wouldn’t be caught dead in this kind of cold!”

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?!” Being an Addams gave you so much freedom to joke about death, considering you were already dead inside. It was meant to be.

“Not tonight, Y/N!”

You just laughed and raced on, filing deeper and farther into the world of forestry that almost shielded the moonlight. The wind seemed to be going 100 miles per hour against your skin, making a million scents bathe your tongue every time you breathed in.

And then the scent of fur and fresh-kill caught your senses. You were gaining too close to the werewolves, so you figured this was a good place to stop.

Wednesday, on the other hand, didn’t have as keen a sense of smell, which kept her racing on. She couldn’t see you anymore, but she had done that dance before. The amount of times she’d run through this very forest was unimaginable, especially with a destination known or unknown in mind. She wasn’t afraid of running through the dark; however, the crisp cold air was taking a toll on her lungs. She called out for you, slowing down to catch her breath. “Y/N?!”

Compared to the way she’d sounded a few minutes ago, back at the dorm, she wasn’t so uptight about everything. And that was where you wanted her.

The raven slowed all the way, when she didn’t receive a response from you. She glanced around as she trotted forward. “Y/N?” Her panting was silenced among the breeze and so was your movement in the low branch of the nearest tree.

When she passed it, you grabbed her arm and pulled it towards the trunk. She yelped and spun around, yanking her arm away to look up and meet your golden eyes. “Sorry,” you giggled, releasing her to comb your wind-tossed hair back with one hand.

Her voice went back to its natural, monotoned-self. “Why are you in a tree?”

“We’re too close to the werewolves,” you nearly whispered the explanation. Then, you held your hand out to her. “Come on, I’ll help you up.”

The gold shimmer in your eyes struck the lightest reflection in hers as she took it and let you pull half of her weight up onto the same branch.

You knew she wasn’t the most comfortable person with heights without being guarded by some sort of railing, so you made sure she was steady before you continued to lead the way up. Being a vampire, your agility and strength were reliable. You could weave quicker through the limbs. And once you reached almost ¾-ths of the way up, you crouched to check on your girlfriend.

Despite her size and normal human strength, she actually kept up well, only being a few branches below. However, being the lady vampire you were, you had lived for a few centuries. So, chivalry was definitely not dead in your era, just evolved out of the strictly-male ideals. “Wednesday!” She paused her climbing to glance up at you, which made you hold your hand out to her again. “I got you.” The cold must have been biting at her because she grabbed your hand with no hesitation, and you lifted her up, wrapping one arm around her waist to safely bring her to your level.

She wouldn’t admit it, but the raven was relieved that you had the decency to allow her to be closest to the tree trunk. She glanced down, almost nervously, but left it undetectable as she asked, “Is there any reason why you insist on being so high up?”

“No one can see us from up here.”

She shifted skeptically.

“I thought you liked being uncomfortable,” you smirked. You caught the way she curved her fingers into the bark, threatening to clutch it if the branch that held them teased a crack or two.

Wednesday gave a slightly flustered sigh. “The last time I was in a tree, things didn’t go so well.” When she looked your way again, the moon light dappling through the trees made her eyes show a shade of brown that wasn’t common in her natural aesthetic.

It took some of the frost away from the cold that you didn’t realize you could feel until that deep gaze met yours. Her frame looked even smaller as she backed up to secure herself against the trunk, which you knew she did to brace herself in case anything happened. You softened your voice as you moved closer to her. “I won’t let you fall,” the words came so naturally, it was almost considered pure.

She blinked at you. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Y/N…”

You stopped a short distance from her, close enough to see what she hoped you wouldn’t: her desire for comfort. You slid one hand around her waist and the other over her cheek to block the winter breeze. “Here’s my promise,” you whispered, then pulled her into a gentle kiss.

To your surprise, she fell into it instantly, almost as if she was thinking of the same thing. She must have felt secure in your arms, for she then put her arms around your torso. And through the kiss, you smiled.

She pulled away. “Is that all you got?” she tested you, looking away and over your shoulder to bait you into moving elsewhere than her lips.

You took in a deep breath, and her scent was so strong that you could almost taste her… You felt your golden gaze start to burn and your mouth start to salivate. There was a surge of power that entwined your bloodstream, and the thrill to drink made you stare at her open neck. Well… almost open. “Are you teasing me, Ms. Addams?” you asked her as you dipped your head towards the crook of her neck and nosed her braid over her shoulder, fully exposing her warm skin.

“Bite me, Y/LN,” she almost purred into your ear. It was supposed to be a tease, but it came out more as a command.

But it was your pleasure, regardless. “Not until we’re in bed, my cold-hearted darling,” you replied, then pressed your lips to her neck. It was hard not to bite her right now. Just a little taste of that sweet drink that came out of the most savage student in Nevermore Academy would have sufficed. But you wouldn’t. Not now. For now, you forced yourself to only kiss and suckle her skin in a slow trail down her neck, but you did manage to let your fangs nip her every now and then.

All the while, Wednesday laid her head on your shoulder, sighing through the treatment with small moans, while her black nails curled into your spine when your fangs would catch her soft skin.

It was the perfect mix of Heaven and Hell.

It was angelic and demonic.

It was sweet and stubborn.

It was you and Wednesday…

On this one normal night.

merry christmas/happy holidays alk! i hope this made you smile and i'm wishing you a very pleasureable rest of the season. thank you for being such a supportive friend 🎄✨🎁

- parker (BWS)

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chewbacca · 6 months

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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES Season 1, Episode 13

#tvdedit #delena #delenaedit #userbbelcher #cinemapix #dailyflicks #teendramaedit #tvedit #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #jenna sommers #lucy #*#ours:gifs #2000s #tv

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doctorwhoincorrectquotes · 6 months

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Clara: Let's not jump to any conclusions.

12: I didn't jump. I took a tiny step, and there conclusions were.

#doctor who #dw #incorrect quotes #doctor who incorrect quotes #dw incorrect quotes #source: buffy the vampire slayer #clara oswald #12th doctor #whouffaldi #12 x clara #doctor x clara #peter capaldi #Jenna Coleman

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koma-kino · 24 days

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Zombie - Lucio Fulci

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scarletwandas · 2 months

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𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲! ft. women of The Vampire Diaries Universe

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caitlynskitten · 6 months

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Interview with the Vampire

Wednesday: So how long have you been alive?

Yoko: I told you for the millionth time I’m not immortal.

Enid: What kind of blood do you drink?

Yoko: Healthy ones I guess? Those are the sweet ones! Maybe a little too sweet.

Wednesday: Why are you in love with a siren?

Yoko: Why are you in love with a werewolf?

Wednesday: Why do you have to be so annoying?

Yoko: Why do you have to be such a BITCH?!

Enid: This interview isn’t fun anymore.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair #jenna ortega #enid sinclair #the addams family #emma myers #yoko tanaka #naomi j. ogawa #interview with the vampire #netflix wednesday #wednesday netlfix #incorrect quotes

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bookcoversonly · 8 days

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Title: My Roommate Is a Vampire | Author: Jenna Levine | Publisher: Berkley (2023)

#books #My Roommate Is a Vampire #Jenna Levine

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stories4thepack · 5 months

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The vampire bites the Physic

Wednesday Addams x vampire!reader

(Requested)

Warnings: blood, injury, stabbing (yeah!)

“No!”

You scream, the power of your words scratching the back of your throat like it were the dagger thrusted into Wednesday.

you can smell the blood before you see it

Crackstone twists the blade with a grin. You can hear the sickening tear of Wednesday’s flesh. Your want to run to her side, protect your girlfriend. Yet, the way your mouth waters at the scarlet, stained, school-shirt reveals how much of a danger you are right now.

Laurel Gates strides over to you, a silver dagger in her hand. You know she is going to kill you, plunge it into your heart while wearing that cruel, psychotic smirk.

“Stop,”

Crackstone hisses, his semi-rotten voice box doing little to aid his speech

“Let the leach finish of Goody Addams. “

The cuffs around your wrists are suddenly released, causing you to fall onto your knees. As well as smelling Wednesday’s, you feel your own blood flowing down the side of your head. A result of the beating you had suffered. You hear Wednesday slip to the floor, amazed she hadn’t yet screamed out.

“Bye Bye Wednesday.”

Laurel giggles, tailing Crackstone out of the Crypt. You crawl to the goths side, ignoring the way your chest burns with hunger. When you reach her, you lean against the pillar, exhausted by the pain from your own attack and the hunger flowing through your veins.

“Your going to be alright Wednesday.”

“Is your vampiric Vision impaired? I’m dying!”

You attempt to chuckle but the hunger that is making your vision scarlet and tightening your throat, makes the sound come out as more of a hiss. You’ve learnt to push the hunger down, and continue on with the day, but with more and more of Wednesdays blood flowing from the wound, it becomes increasingly difficult.

“I should put pressure on it, right?”

You manage to force out of your mouth, the words strangled but hopefully understandable. Wednesday doesn’t say anything.

You quickly crawl to your knees, placing your hands over the wound and pushing down hard. The goths face scrunches up in momentary pain. You smile, trying to help as much as you can

but then you look down.

Her blood flows over your fingers, decorating your skin a dark, red. You breath catches in your burning chest, your eyes fading into a dark, deep scarlet. You can not hear Wednesday speaking to you, trapped in your own hungry thoughts, before her hand wraps weakly around yours.

“I can read your face as if you were one of my murder novels, I find your intentions humorous.”

She mumbles, a tiny smile on her face, which is somehow growing paler than it usually is. You look back to the wound, your fingers have unintentionally curved slightly into it.

“Proceed Y/L/N.”

Wednesday mutters, your head snapping towards her face once more. You want to argue, to resist but the single, weak, curt nod she gives you is enough to make your shove away any form of doubt.

You carefully lean forward, your heart flutters as Wednesday lifts her head slightly, allowing you full access to her throat. You brush her messy hair away, unable to fully understand what you are doing. That is, until your lips press against her cool skin. You can feel her heart beat slowing with every second and suddenly, you know what you need to do.

You pull away, ignoring the confused look on Wednesdays face at your action. You place both hands on the Handel of the blade, forcing back your hunger as much as possible.

“This is going to hurt.”

You say, before yanking the dagger out of her body. You hear her hiss, see her eyes close and perhaps imagine a tear hiding beneath her eye lid. You bring your wrist to your mouth, tearing your fangs hastily into it before bringing it over her wound.

You allow a few drops of your blood to fall into hers before bringing your wrist up to her mouth.

“Are you going to turn me.”

You shake your head, you would need to drain her completely for that, and have a few candles and a spell book around. Wednesday manages to open her mouth slightly, enough to allow the blood from your own bite to fall into her mouth. You pull away, crouching beside her as her heart slows to a stop-

Suddenly she sits up, gasping for air. She looks at the palm of her hand before feeling her forehead, searching for the wounds your blood has now healed.

“Your a vampire, how is this possible?”

“The curse of being awesome Wednesday.”

You mutter, lying back against the pillar as Wednesday runs out, going to save Nevermore

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“You alright Wednesday?” You ask, watching as she paces around in her empty side of the room. Her stuff is still gone and her bed has been made with plain white sheets, nothing smells like her anymore, it feels so unfamiliar. She continues to pace…

“Wednesday, Crackstone is gone! Laurel is dead! What has gotten your pigtails in a twist?”

She pauses briefly to throw a sharp glare at you before continuing her pacing. You sigh, realising that calling her name again was useless. So you stand up, walk over to her and place both your hands firmly on her shoulders

“What are you doing Y/n?”

She demands, turning slowly with a scowl on her face. She is met with one of your cocky grins.

“Come one Wednesday! What is bothering you?”

Your voice bounces with playfulness, an attempt at calming the obviously adrenaline rushed girl. Wednesday pauses and you can see the way her jaw tightens as she decides whether to tell you the truth

“Y/n”

She finally says, looking up slightly to meet your bright eyes. There was something missing, she noticing, realising that she disliked the lack of burning, scarlet hunger. There was something about that side of you, a killer, someone who could match how dangerous she herself was, that she found incredibly beautiful

“Last night, at the Crypt-“

“If your gonna ask how I healed you, I honestly have no idea myself. Somewhere down the line I had a wizard for a great, great grandfather or something.”

Wednesday waits until you are finished, deciding the best way to ask is directly (as usual)

“Would you have bitten me.”

It sounds more like a statement but the words are enough to make you freeze. You hate the way your eyes snap to her throat, and you know for certain that she saw the short action.

“Is my blood that tempting for you?”

She asks, stepping closer, deep eyes never leaving yours. You swallow nervously, your hands feeling suddenly very sweaty.

“Yeah, you are.”

Another step, her head tilts upward for you. Instinctively, you brush her pigtail over her shoulder, finger carefully trailing her jugular. Wednesday watches as your glowing eyes darken into that scarlet and she adores the way they look into her own.

“Sorry, I should have my sunglasses o-“

She cuts you off by pressing her lips to your, the gentleness of the action surprises you but soon you are kissing back, hand grasping her throat as if it were a life line.

You pull her by her shoulder, guiding her over to her bed, making her sit down on the edge of it. You decide to sit behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“I assume you are going to bite then?”

She questions, her usually monotone voice sounder so much sweeter now. Your lips press against her cool skin, feeling the light shiver that ripples through her body at your touch. You can both hear and feel her heart beating and feel the warmth of her blood. It is all too tempting

You bite down, fangs breaking through the soft skin as if it were nothing. You feel Wednesday stiffen and lean backwards into you as you begin to drink. Her blood the most incredible you had ever tasted. Your hand grasps the other side of her head, tilting her further to the side to give you better access. No other blood would compare to this, no one’s and nothings.

When you finally tear your head from her throat, she turns around, kissing you again and no doubt tasting her blood on your lips.

You fall back against her bed, head sinking into her pillow. Your surprised, nearly shocked when Wednesday lies beside you, your hands touching each other lightly.

“We are going to do this again? Right?”

She doesn’t hesitate with her answer, and moves her head a centimetre to look into those scarlet eyes once more

“Yes, Mon Cher, we will”

#Wednesday x vampire #jenna ortega #wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #fanfiction #wednesday addams #vampire #requests #Vampire Wednesday #vampire bites

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ethan-nestor-owns-my-heart · 4 months

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Melissa Barrera in Abigail (2024)

#side note but she looks so much like Jenna Ortega in the bottom left photo and I will always miss the carpenter sisters #melissa barrera #Abigail #Abigail 2024 #radio silence #horror movies #horror #justice for melissa barrera #movies #2024 movies #vampire #vampire movie #move trailer

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poisonlove · 8 months

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— Surrender | w.a

Wednesday Addams is a girl with a cold demeanor and macabre habits who attends the mysterious Nevermore Academy. Her monotonous life and convictions are disrupted when she comes into contact with T/n, a young vampire with an enigmatic charm and a positive spirit. Despite her initial disdain for T/n, Mercoledì gradually finds herself breaking down the barriers she has built around her heart. However, when T/n, for no apparent reason, decides to distance herself from Mercoledì, the girl becomes trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

I walked through the dark and mysterious hallways of Nevermore, my steps firm and silent, accompanied by the sound of my boots. My long black hair fell over my pale face as my mind was occupied by the strange absence of Y/n. I was used to her constant presence, her teasing and pranks. Despite them bothering me at times, I now realized that I missed those interactions. Somehow, Y/n had brought color to my otherwise monotonous existence.

Flashback

I was in the library, sitting among dusty volumes, when y/n appeared before me. Despite my coldness and detachment, y/n wasn't deterred.

"Hello, Wednesday. How are you?" she greeted.

"It's not your concern," I replied.

"You know, I've noticed you're always so reserved. But I'm sure there's much more behind that façade. If you ever want to talk about it, I'll be here," she said.

"I'd prefer to die than talk to you," I replied coldly. But y/n remained unfazed. On the contrary, her lips curved into a smile, a smile that caught me off guard.

I hated that light y/n emanated, I hated how she seemed to find joy even in the darkest moments. Her smile was like a ray of sunshine in a dark room, and I detested how she was slowly breaking down the barriers I had built around my heart. My coldness was my refuge, and y/n appeared determined to destroy it. It was a conflict within me, between my resistance and her relentless positivity. I was unsettled and confused by this girl who was changing my perception of the world.

End of Flashback

I continued to walk with a slow pace, feeling my heart beat slightly faster at this memory. My icy eyes stared intensely at Yoko, the vampire who shared a room with y/n. With an eerie calmness, I approached her and began the interrogation. "Yoko," I said with a calm but penetrating voice, "where is y/n?" The words came out as a whisper, but my determination shone in my eyes.

"It's none of your business," the vampire replied mockingly, but my patience had reached its limit.

I grabbed her arm with a firm grip, and while maintaining my icy gaze, I firmly repeated"Here, Yoko, all matters are my business. Now, where is y/n?" My determination knew no bounds as I awaited the answer I desired.

"Addams" Yoko began hesitantly, "I can't tell you." My gaze became even more intense, and my voice remained cold as I tightened my grip on her arm.

"You must tell me where she is," I whispered menacingly. "I won't tolerate secrets."

With a penetrating and icy gaze, I stared at Yoko. I could feel her fear as she swallowed loudly.

"If you don't tell me where she is," I whispered with a cutting voice, "I swear I'll make you suffer so intensely that you'll beg to end your life once and for all."

A stream of dark options flowed through my mind, "I could make you burn with garlic... Or bury you alive in a coffin underground..."

Yoko, with wide eyes filled with fear, understood that my reputation as a fearsome girl was not exaggerated. She was aware that I had the power to turn these gruesome threats into reality if necessary.

Yoko averted her gaze, unable to meet my cold and threatening stare. But I didn't stop, continuing with my dark threats, "Or I could take away your precious fangs," I said with an unsettling calmness, noticing her growing alarm. Yoko knew that I was playing with her terror, and the fact that my threat touched her vampiric aspect terrified her even more. She was trapped in my web of dark secrets and relentless threats, and she knew that the only way out was to reveal the truth I was seeking.

"Ehm... okay, okay, you'll find her in Emma's room, Bianca's roommate," a surprised gasp escaped my lips involuntarily, but I quickly regained my usual composure.

"Now, please, get your hands off me!" the vampire impatiently requested.

I gave her a sinister smile and complied slowly before turning away from her. As I walked toward Bianca's room and her insufferable roommate, my thoughts were racing. What was happening in that room? That feeling of disgust, different from my usual pleasant disgust, was unsettling me.

Various hypotheses about the strange encounter between y/n and Emma were driving me mad. As I increased my pace towards Bianca's room, I could feel the strange gazes of the other students on me. But I didn't care at all.

I was anything but normal, and everyone knew it. My thirst for the truth and the desire to uncover what was happening outweighed any concerns about what others thought of me. I had a goal, and I wouldn't allow anything or anyone to stop me.

I stopped in front of Bianca's room, my hearing honed by years of unsettling explorations and dark secrets. The strange noises from inside immediately captured my attention: laughter, whispers, and that faint moan. I clenched my jaw tightly, my sharp mind trying to decipher what lay behind that closed door.

Curiosity mixed with concern, and my gaze became determined. With an eerie certainty, I knew I had to find out what was happening beyond that mysterious threshold.

Without a second thought, I opened the door and entered the room.

Y/n lay on the floor, in pain but with an enigmatic smile on her lips, while Emma held a wand in her hands, clearly channeling her magic. The sight hit me like a punch to the gut.

"What the hell is going on here?" I demanded.

Emma, disgusted, looked at me with eyes full of disdain. "Who invited you here, Addams?"

Emma, a classic and refined beauty, stood up and approached me. Her complexion was fair and luminous, with expressive brown eyes that captured attention. Her hair was brown and flowing, falling softly on her shoulders in a simple yet elegant cut. Her posture was confident, and her face reflected a mixture of determination and disgust as she confronted me. Her presence was remarkable, and her style was clean and sophisticated, in perfect harmony with her distinct aura.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust, noticing the freckles around Emma's face that emphasized our proximity.

My hatred for Emma made me grit my teeth as I tried to stay composed. "I wanted to talk to y/n," I stated coldly, not hiding my contempt.

"We're spending the day together, and y/n is helping me perfect my spells. I don't think there's room for you here, Wednesday," she replied with a coldness that matched my own.

Tension hung heavy in the air.

"It seems Yoko didn't keep her promise," y/n intervened sarcastically. Her words made me raise an eyebrow in confusion. What did she mean?

I turned to y/n, diverting my attention away from Emma. "What do you mean?" I asked.

Y/n looked down at her hands hesitantly, then sighed. "Nothing," she replied timidly. Her strange behavior only piqued my curiosity further, and without a second thought, I began to walk slowly toward her. Despite Emma's protests, I had no intention of giving up. The truth was within reach, and I wouldn't stop until I uncovered it.

My usual cold tone softened slightly as I asked again, "What were you referring to?"

Y/n lowered her head and seemed to ignore me. My curiosity grew, and, seized by a moment of anger at her lack of response, I took y/n's hand, intertwining our fingers.

Surprisingly, I felt warmth emanating from the palm of her hand.

For a vampire, it emitted an unusual warmth.

Without a second thought, I exerted force to pull y/n up from the bed, not noticing the sensation of cobwebs seemingly weaving in my stomach. My determination to get answers was stronger than anything else, and I was unaware of the growing blush on my cheeks. I thought it might be due to an impending illness and dismissed this strange feeling, continuing my pursuit of the truth.

Emma's eyes stared at me with irritation. "Let her go," the witch muttered under her breath. "It's okay," y/n said timidly, but her response didn't convince me at all.

Without any hesitation, I dragged y/n out of the room, breaking the contact between our hands. My cold gaze settled on her as I observed her carefully.

"So, what's gotten into you?" I asked calmly.

Y/n ignored my gaze and timidly bit her lip, revealing her sharp fangs. My expression remained cold and impassive, showing no empathy. My piercing gaze highlighted T/n's embarrassment.

"It's better if I go," y/n mumbled with embarrassment.

A sigh escaped my lips as I watched her turn away and start walking down the corridor. However, I felt the need to stop her.

"Wait," I asserted before she got too far.

Y/n turned towards me, looking at me with curiosity. In that moment, I noticed that the sunlight filtering through the window emphasized the pallor of her skin, a fascinating contrast with her dark hair.

Her black eyes scrutinized me attentively, as if they wanted to delve into my soul. Then, unexpectedly, a smile escaped her, displaying her sharp canines. A shiver ran down my spine, but not out of fear.

My eyes wandered along y/n's figure, and I involuntarily swallowed when I noticed her exposed neck. I felt uncomfortable, a completely new sensation for me in the presence of this girl.

I began to confess what had been lingering in my mind for a long time. My tone remained cold as I spoke.

"I know I'm not a normal girl... I don't like physical contact much, I hate human stupidity... I don't like novelty; I'm a girl with strange, macabre tastes who, above all, adores routine."

My voice became more uncertain as I continued, "That's why I hate what you're doing, that's why I hate your interest in me... That's why I hate what you make me feel... you're something that disrupts my damn routine."

Y/n widened her eyes in surprise, then, with superhuman speed, she rushed toward me, making me feel a rush of air. Her reaction caught me off guard; I wasn't sure how she would respond to these sincere yet cold confessions.

Y/n's hand landed on my cheek, her nails tracing my skin gently. Her black eyes looked at me serenely, and they seemed to shine for a dark reason. Her hand moved down my lips, grazing them with the tips of her fingers.

"Why couldn't you tell me earlier?" Y/n murmured weakly, biting her lip.

"I didn't want to give in to these feelings," I confessed in a whisper, feeling a strange need to bite her vampire-like lips.

Y/n looked at me curiously, then smiled. It was a satisfied smile, marked by her damn sharp fangs.

She knew she had won.

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fragmented-lullabies · 13 days

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honestly so true of them

#my roommate is a vampire #btvs #buffy #buffy the vampire slayer #rupert giles #spuffy #bangel #jenna levine #vampire #romcom #excerpt #quote #funny #buffy angel

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daenysthedreamer101 · 2 months

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Sisters, Mothers, Aunts, Daughters and Wives

In honor of International Women's Day aka 8th of March, here are some of my favorite female characters from TVD.

Happy 8th of March if you celebrate! ❤☺🌹

#moodboard #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #katherine pierce #katerina petrova #rebekah mikaelson #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #elena gilbert #jenna sommers #lexi branson #tvd lexi #rose tvd #anna tvd #nadia petrova #international women's day #march 8th #the originals

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koma-kino · 25 days

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Damned In Venice - Ugo Liberatore

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emadarkblog · 1 year

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lust (3)𖤐 wednesday addams

𖤐 wednesday addams x vampire!reader (she/her - but imagine any pronouns you want) 𖤐 ANGST reader and wednesday being enemies, sneaky enid 𖤐

enid's sleepover was in full swing, with girls chatting and laughing as they snacked on pizza and popcorn. wednesday and y/n were both in attendance, but they were pointedly avoiding each other, their rivalry simmering just beneath the surface.

as the night wore on, enid suggested they play truth or dare, and the girls eagerly agreed. wednesday rolled her eyes as the game started, feeling like it was beneath her. y/n, on the other hand, was excited to have a chance to show off her adventurous side.

it wasn't long before wednesday was dared to perform a spooky ritual in the backyard, while y/n was dared to sneak into the boys' dormitory and steal a pair of boxers. the two girls exchanged a tense look as they realized they'd be crossing paths on their respective missions.

as wednesday headed out into the darkness, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. she was used to the supernatural, but the thought of being caught by the other girls or worse, y/n, made her uneasy, but she was sure she would kill her and dismembered the body if it ever happened. she crept through the bushes, the moon casting eerie shadows on the ground.

meanwhile, y/n had made it to the boys' dormitory and was carefully sneaking around, trying to find an unlocked window. she heard a rustling noise and froze, heart pounding. suddenly, wednesday emerged from the shadows, her eyes glinting in the moonlight.

the two girls stood there, staring at each other, a silent challenge passing between them. y/n’s hand went to her pocket, ready to pull out a flashlight or a weapon if necessary. wednesday's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with a thousand potential spells and curses.

for a moment, they just stood there, the tension between them palpable. finally, enid's voice broke the spell. "hey, what took you so long? you're missing all the fun!"

wednesday and y/n quickly composed themselves, pretending that nothing had happened. but as the night wore on, they found themselves drawn back to each other, unable to resist the magnetic pull of their rivalry. they traded barbs and insults, their eyes locked in a heated stare.

as the sleepover drew to a close, the two girls parted ways, both feeling a strange mixture of animosity and attraction. they knew that they were enemies, but there was something about the tension between them that they couldn't quite resist.

the morning after the sleepover, wednesday and y/n were both feeling a bit off. they sat across from each other at the breakfast table, nursing cups of coffee and muffins, avoiding eye contact.

enid and the other girls chatted cheerfully around them, but wednesday and y/n were quiet. finally, y/n spoke up. "you know, wednesday, i don't understand why we have to be enemies. we could be at peace if we accepted each other."

wednesday raised an eyebrow. "and what makes you think i would want to accept you and breathe the same air as you? you're nothing but a stupid, theoretically dead monster."

y/n felt hurt. that’s what her mother used to say. and it was true. she was theoretically dead, but she was alive more than ever too. "you don't know anything about me, psycho."

"and you don't know anything about me," wednesday shot back. "you think i'm just some weirdo who likes black clothes and spooky stories. but i have powers that you could never imagine."

y/n rolled her eyes. "powers? please. you're just trying to be edgy."

"i am not," wednesday insisted. "i have been studying the occult for years, and i know things that would make your head spin."

enid and the other girls looked on nervously as the argument continued to escalate. finally, enid spoke up. "guys, can't we all just get along? we're all friends here, right?"

but wednesday and y/n were beyond reasoning with. they stood up, knocking their chairs over. "no, we are not friends," wednesday declared. "we will never be friends."

y/n nodded firmly. "and i'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

with that, the two girls stormed out of the room. the other girls looked at each other in dismay, wondering if the tension between wednesday and y/n would ever be resolved.

but enid was a clever girl. she had a plan and that involved solving y/n’s and wednesday’s problem. to make them fall in love. in enid’s words ’they would make a good couple’.

“you know, i have to tell you something. i think there's some tension between you and wednesday."

y/n looked at her in false surprise. "what? you’re kidding,” and started laughing at her own ”joke”.

enid looked at her with a cold stare, not feeling like laughing, “romantic tension.”

y/n stopped smiling immediately, not believing what her friend just said. “you can’t be serious, enid sinclair. no way in hell or heaven. we can barely stand to be in the same room together,” but she knew enid too well so she asked, “what are you planning this time?”

enid grinned, “hear me out. i've been observing you two for a while now, and i've noticed that there's a certain energy between you. you bicker and argue, but there's also this spark of attraction there. i think you two have been hiding your feelings for each other for a long time."

y/n felt a disgusting flutter in her chest at the idea of wednesday having feelings for her. but she also felt a sense of apprehension. "even if that's true, what am i supposed to do about it? i can’t just magically start being her best friend or what."

enid smiled knowingly. "i'm not saying you have to suddenly be best friends. i mean, i’m the only best friend you can get,” she joked, “but maybe you could try to see her in a different light. maybe there's more to wednesday than just being your point of dislike. maybe you could try to get to know her better and see if there's a chance for something more."

and y/n thought about enid's words. she really thought about it. it was true that she had always seen wednesday as an annoying thorn in her side. but maybe there was more to her than that. maybe there was a chance for something unexpected and exciting.

"thanks, enid," y/n said, smiling. "but i think it’s better the way it is now."

or is it?

#jenna ortega fanfic #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams fanfic #wednesday addams fic #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams imagines #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday fanfic #wednesday addams x vampire reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday addams angst #wednesday x reader

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