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🍽️ & 🩸 for Wednesday pls maybe R is making a dinner for Wednesday but accidentally cuts themselves, very soft & fluff, maybe even R gets Wednesday to kiss it better as Wednesday rolls her eyes

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC

Warnings: wednesday constantly shitting on your cooking skills <3

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"I want to make it known that this is against my consent and genuinely heinous."

"Which is why you love it and are excited, right?" You tease with a smile briefly in her direction before you move your eyes back to the cutting board. "Anyway, stop being dramatic. I'm just cooking you dinner."

"You can't cook."

"Say who?"

"You've sent every one of your friends to the nurse's office at least once. Just last week you sent Xavier to the ER again with whatever you gave him for lunch. Unless you're trying to tell me you're an excellent cook all along and you hold a grudge of sorts against these people—you can't cook. "

You frown, pausing your chopping before you turn to the dreary girl. She sits at her desk. She moves to the middle of the room, her eyes not focused on you but rather on the water boiling in the makeshift stove she built for you.

"Okay, first of all," you lift the knife to point at Wednesday. "They were just practice rounds and they offered to try."

Wednesday's eyes trail to the knife you're swinging haphazardly around.

"Secondly, how was I supposed to know Xavier was allergic to sesame seeds?" You furrow your brows for a moment. "Although, this does explain why he eats his burgers like that...I always thought he was just unhinged."

"Stop swinging—"

"Anyway," you say pointedly before you resume your chopping. "Not saying I'm going to kill you, but I thought you were into the whole death—" you suddenly inhale in a sharp breath.

You drop the knife and lift your finger up, and an immediate red splotch of blood forms on the side of your index finger.

A deep sigh is heard throughout the room, and you look over to see Wednesday pushing her chair back as she stands and walks to you. She turns off the stove before she grabs your hand, inspecting the wound.

"Not bad," she comments. "I was expecting you to at least take out your eye tonight, but I suppose we'll settle for this."

"You sound disappointed," you say with your eyebrow raised.

"It would serve you right for trying to kill me," Wednesday drags you out of the room to the nearest bathroom to clean your cut. "Death is fascinating but going out with food poisoning is beneath me."

"As an empath, I'm sensing you're dissing my cooking again."

Wednesday merely gives you an unimpressed look. Once you're both back in her room, she finishes taking care of your cut, putting a sterile bandage over it.

You lift your finger, admiring her efficient and clean work and flexing your index finger.

"Is there something unsatisfactory?" Wednesday asks, glaring at how you keep staring at the bandage.

You look at your girlfriend, appreciating the lines of her face and, specifically, the plumpness of her lips.

"Not only does my finger hurt, but my heart does as well with how you keep disparaging my cooking before having even tried it," you move your index finger towards her face, wriggling it. "I think you need to kiss it so my finger and heart will feel better."

"Excuse me?" Wednesday narrows her eyes at your words. The idea of doing something so...she refuses.

"If you don't kiss it better, I may not have the will to continue on," you sigh dramatically. "I was so excited to cook my girlfriend a lovely dinner, even practicing for months on our friends, and not only does she belittle me, she won't even kiss my wounds better."

Wednesday continues to stare at you.

You sigh again, wriggling your finger and drawing her attention to it. "Oh, to be Wednesday Addams' girlfriend is full of woe, such heartbreak and—"

"Stop," Wednesday commands as she grits her teeth, her jaw visibly clenching. "You are so insufferable."

You smile, unoffended, as you wait patiently.

Wednesday sighs while rolling her eyes, grasping your hand before she presses her cool lips against your finger. The gesture warms your heart, and your smile turns into something soft.

Wednesday's eyes connect with yours, and there's a look that she only ever reserves for you—it's only something you manage to bring out in her.

But then she bites your finger.

"Ow!" You yelp, looking surprised at Wednesday.

"Go boil whatever you were planning to on the stove. I'll finish the chopping since you're clearly hopeless at it."

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missmonsters2 · 1 year

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Hello, dear author. How are you doing?

I saw your post about emoji and drabble, and I got curious.

Thank you for the opportunity to enjoy another little masterpiece from you. I look forward to reading your story.

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Wednesday

hurt - comfort

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC

Warnings: blood. angst. wednesday feeling things™️. unsure there was any comfort.

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Wednesday's hand was shaking, and they never shook. It was like she was having an out-of-body experience as she watched her own fingers tremble.

It was hard to even make out her own trembling fingers as she tried to keep the blood inside your body.

"Hey, frumpy," your eyes are barely open, but you crack a weak smile at her. "What's got you making that face? Might be the first expression that doesn't suit you."

"Don't talk," Wednesday snaps at you, but even her voice quavers. "Don't—" Wednesday swallows, feeling her eyes burn. "Just be quiet. Uncle Fester is on his way."

"Cool," you swallowed, still smiling at Wednesday's face. You think you can feel her hands pressed on your abdomen. Why do they feel shakier than they usually do? That was so unlike her. "Meeting the family seems a little fast for us, though, doesn't it? Haven't even gone out on one date yet."

"Shut up," Wednesday hisses, her eyes closing at your teasing. She doesn't want to hear your voice sounding weaker with every breath. "Shut up because if you keep talking, you'll die, and if you die—I'll kill you and everything you love."

You can't help but laugh, coughing and wincing in pain as you do.

It was all the wrong timing, honestly. Wednesday was just perfect at being the wrong time.

You spend all year with her, exchanging notes and letters because she doesn't have a phone, but you don't know why the relationship with her mother is so strained.

You risk your life every day by teasing and flirting with her, but you've yet to ask her out on one date.

You're dying, and she's refusing to leave your side, but you haven't even told her how you feel.

You know she said that her eccentric uncle is coming, and he was able to save Thing's life earlier this semester, but you're losing too much blood. You can feel it in the way you're becoming delusional, and it almost feels like you're not in any pain anymore.

You place your hand over hers, feeling how warm they are, which you know is definitely not how her hands usually are, and you can only realize that they're warm because of your blood.

"Now don't go doing that, I thought you said killing yourself would be the least interesting way you could go."

Wednesday screws her eyes shut at your words. Why can't you just listen to her for once and stop talking? Wednesday's IQ is too high for her to be dense about what your subtle words mean.

"Don't—" Wednesday starts to say but chokes on something in the back of her throat. Something hot and wet drops from her eyes, landing on her hand and mixing with your blood.

There are too many things Wednesday wants to say.

Don't say that.

Don't be ridiculous.

Don't beat me to the punch.

But there's really only one thing that Wednesday thinks will come out of her mouth.

"Hey, are you crying?" Your voice sounds so light, like it is fading away.

Wednesday shakes her head furiously like she can't accept it. "Don't die," Wednesday chokes out. "Don't die. Don't die. Don't. Die."

You lift your hand, and it feels like it's taking everything in you to do so, but you make it to Wednesday's face, wiping a tear away and smearing a line of blood on her face too.

"Oops," you whisper and pause, your blinking becoming slower. You take your last moment to stare at her face, how her long lashes framed her haunting eyes. "Would you hate me if I said red looks good on you?"

Your hand drops, and your eyes fall shut.

Wednesday frantically looks at your face, and she shakes you as she yells your name.

The words feel trapped inside Wednesday's throat, melding into a curling scream that she doesn't let out. It would be too painful, and this was a pain Wednesday wasn't prepared to feel.

There's a running in the distance that shakes the ground as it comes closer to her. A gruesomely tall figure looms over her before it drops something large with a thump.

"Oh, Wednesday! Oh, is that who you were bringing me to? I thought you were going to tear my flesh apart and eat me! What a shame."

Wednesday looks up to see Uncle Fester and Enid standing before her.

Something frantic inside Wednesday forces her to move as she moves to grab her uncle and pull him towards you.

"Save her!" Wednesday cries, and it's so pitifully desperate. "Save her right now, please!"

Uncle Fester looks down at you before looking at his niece. "Oh, kid, you're very lucky you're my favorite."

Wednesday watches her uncle work, unable to tear her eyes away from you. She barely even registers Enid shifting back into a human, moving to grab a discarded jacket on the ground before she comes up and tentatively wraps Wednesday into a hug from the side.

Wednesday allows it.

The pessimistic part of her says you won't wake up when she looks at your motionless body—that you were stabbed too deep when you foolishly moved in to take a blow for Wednesday.

But when your chest starts moving on its own, and you open your eyes, weakly wheezing, Wednesday feels her eyes flutter in relief as she moves out of Enid's arms and back down on her knees towards you.

"Hey," you manage to croak out, but Wednesday shakes her head.

"Don't talk," Wednesday moves to grasp your hand, threading her fingers through yours tightly. "Just stay with me."

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missmonsters2 · 1 year

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Request: Hi I'll need ❤️‍🩹 for Wednesday. I need it to be angsty as hell but you can make it a happy ending if you'd like. Thank you @mindingmybidness12

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC

Warnings: angst. reunion. alluded secret relationship. wednesday is very mean :') no hea

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Destined to be alone—that's what Goody told Wednesday.

"Isn't it so exciting!" Enid squeals loudly at the table, causing Wednesday to wince at the happiness in her roommate's tone. "Oh, there she is!"

Wednesday knows she shouldn't look. She should keep her head straight down—better yet, she should leave.

"Wednesday, where are you going?" Enid asks, but her roommate has already stood up and walked off.

There's a briskness in Wednesday's walk even if she doesn't know where to go.

Her room?

No, it is too likely that Enid will bring you by.

The bee farm—no, there was too much of a chance of you visiting.

Wednesday only briefly considered Xavier's studio, but then she'd have to deal with his incessant questions.

How annoying, Wednesday thought. Everything in this forsaken penitentiary was already a reminder of you when you were gone. She couldn't roam a single hallway without your memory invading her mind.

"Wednesday."

She freezes in her steps. Even now, you were an unwelcome thought that distracted her from an ambush.

This was why—

"It's been a while," you say hesitantly. "A year in fact."

Wednesday turns around and immediately feels something constrict in her throat. You look mostly the same, but there's a growing maturity to you that's been blooming since the day Wednesday met you. Your eyes lack the dark circles and look lively, and your cheeks fuller.

You look happy, Wednesday realizes, something that you rarely did when you were with her.

Her fists remain clenched at her sides as she remains passive. "I suppose it has. Why have you returned?"

"Ouch," you say, laughing lightly, and the sound makes Wednesday want to bolt. You're pinching the side of your skirt, an obvious sign of your nervousness, and Wednesday wonders why you even bothered to call out to her.

You look around the empty hallway out of habit before looking back at her. "I told my parents I wanted to come back and finish my senior year. I'd like to graduate from Nevermore, and their recommendations to colleges really help."

College.

Wednesday feels the distant memory of you talking about it with her, only for her to give a noncommittal answer. You wanted to know where Wednesday planned to go, if she was even planning to go, just to see if you could follow or at least apply somewhere nearby.

But it looks like you've already decided your next path.

Something bitter builds in the back of Wednesday's throat, but she swallows down the acid. She doesn't have the right and will be damned if you make her a hypocrite.

Wednesday lets out a heavy sigh from her nose. "I see," is all she says before she turns and walks again.

"Wait, Wednesday—"

"What?" Wednesday turns around sharply, her tone callous and impatient.

The hurt that flashes across your face makes Wednesday feel humiliated, but it's all she knows how to do to keep you at a distance. If you stay away, then you can remain how you are now—happy.

"I just—" You swallow. "I just want to know that you're doing okay...that you're happy now."

"I don't feel anything," Wednesday narrows her eyes at you. "Did you come here to confirm something so ridiculous?"

"Yes," you put on a brave face even if you know that Wednesday is purposely being hurtful, "because I still care."

You watch carefully at Wednesday's face. Her eyes, her jaw, her lips—any sort of indication for something.

"Then you're a bigger fool than I thought," Wednesday finally says. "All I've ever been capable of bringing you misery."

"That's not true—"

"Isn't it?" Wednesday says haughtily. "I kept you a secret, made you invisible as you stayed beside me. I brought you along on all my investigations to the point where you were seriously injured."

"It wasn't that bad," you tried to say, but Wednesday scoffed.

"Don't take me for an idiot. I can still see your limp."

You clench your jaw, heat rising in your cheeks, but it's not like you can deny it.

Wednesday looks at you coolly, her expression aloof as she builds walls upon walls with spikes to keep you out. "And because you're so pathetic, you walked around suffering silently all the time but couldn't say it to my face. Even Enid had more guts than you."

There's a sharp breath from you, and Wednesday honestly thinks it's more torturing to see you try to put on a brave face in front of her. It's the same way you've always held back your tears around her.

You were the one thing Wednesday treasured the most, but it was obvious then and now that she was only capable of ruining everything she touched—that's why she was destined to be alone.

"So, as you can see, I'm perfectly fine," Wednesday turns away from you, beginning to walk away. "And if you want to be as well, stay away from me."

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missmonsters2 · 1 year

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💞 and 🐾 with wednesday romantically, fluff and hurt comfort!! love ur work sm bae like it’s genuinely addicting

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC

Warnings: pet names 😶

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A nightmare is an Addams's usual objective when asleep. Anything else is unwelcome.

You're very aware of this, as Wednesday has a penchant for telling you what her nightmares involve as a means to lightly torture you. It usually involves the two of you in a room of various insect swarming—the latest being centipedes. There are other creepy things, but you try to not think about it.

The only thing that's on your mind as of late is that Wednesday has been very quiet about what she's been dreaming about lately. It's unusual, odd, even.

It's not like Wednesday to keep quiet about what plagues her if it means it can plague you too.

"What have you been dreaming about lately?"

Wednesday lays flat on her back, arms crossed over her chest and the blanket only just past her stomach. Her head doesn't move as her eyes turn to look at you briefly. "I'm surprised you're asking considering how much you hate it when I tell you."

"So, are you saying you haven't been telling me because you're sparing me? How kind."

"Over torturing leads to desensitization," Wednesday drawls. "I can't have that."

"It eludes me how you've managed to capture my heart so much that I would get impaled by a hideous monster on your behalf."

Your tone is amused and teasing, but Wednesday remains quiet, staring at the ceiling above her. It concerns you because, usually, Wednesday would roll her eyes at you and call you an idiot.

"Cariño," you call softly, lifting yourself onto your elbow as you peer over her. "What's wrong?"

Wednesday momentarily stares at your looming head before she turns on her side—another rarity. "Don't call me that. Go to sleep."

You want to say something else, but Wednesday shuts her eyes, effectively telling you not to say anything else.

You sigh, lying back down close enough to your girlfriend but also not touching her since she seems like she wouldn't be receptive to it.

"Goodnight," you whisper, but there's no reply.

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Your burrows furrow slightly as you stir awake. It's irregular for you to wake up in the middle of the night as you typically sleep like a log once you've fallen asleep, but the edge of consciousness doesn't seem to be going away.

There's a slight ache in your ribs—where Tyler pierced you that night, and you wonder if that woke you up.

You open your eyes, keeping still to not wake Wednesday, who was a light sleeper. But to your surprise, she was already awake.

"Wednesday?" You call groggily.

At some point, she went to lay on her back again. She turns her head to look at you, seemingly surprised you are awake. "What's wrong?" She asks, a tinge of worry in her voice.

"Nothing," you yawn. "My ribs kind of ache, I think it's just ghost pains."

Wednesday is silent again, but she looks back to the ceiling.

"Why are you up?" you mumble sleepily.

"Sleep evades me is all."

You blink roughly, waking yourself up a little more as you peer over to your girlfriend. "Is that so?" It's too difficult to rid your voice of the husky tone of sleep.

It's quiet again as you weigh your options. On the one hand, it would probably upset or annoy Wednesday if you pried further, but on the other hand, you can't let go of your sneaking suspicion.

"Wednesday," you call softly, and she tenses as if she knows exactly what you're going to ask. "Are you having nightmares—ones you aren't enjoying?"

Wednesday is stiff, her eyes more narrowed, and her jaw clenched, and she's not going to answer, but the lack of an answer is one.

You sigh, having an inkling of what she's been dreaming about and why she's been extra prickly lately. "What am I going to do with you?" you murmur and watch as Wednesday frowns.

"Can I cuddle you?" You ask.

There's a long mulling of hesitation on Wednesday's end. You can see something waging in her, but something clearly wins out in the end as she says, "If you must."

You chuckle, shifting as you move closer, moving your leg over her body. Pulling at the blanket, you tuck it under her chin before your hand rests against her side. Your chin rests against her shoulder, and a sigh of contentment leaves your mouth.

"I'm really okay, cariño," you reassure her. "And even if I wasn't, I'd totally haunt you as a ghost forever."

"I almost lost you and this is how you're going to soothe me?"

"Maybe. Is it working?"

You stroke her side softly, kissing her shoulder through her pajama top.

"Perhaps."

You roll your eyes, not that Wednesday can see it. But suddenly, your gloomy girlfriend turns on her side, facing you as she wraps her arms back around you. Her hand presses into your back like she's reassuring herself there isn't a giant gaping hole like there once was.

"Go to sleep," she tells you.

"You first," you mumble.

Wednesday lets out a sigh, and you smile.

"Goodnight, cariño," you mumble as you shut your eyes, falling asleep easily.

Wednesday strokes your back, tightening her leg around yours. You were such a beautiful nightmare, one she could dream about forever.

"Goodnight, mi amor."

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missmonsters2 · 1 year

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Wednesday Addams' Masterlist

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WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

S E R I E S

Wednesday's Encyclopedia

» Wednesday's Dictionary of Emotions ✧

Wednesday's second year at Nevermore is a lot less eventful. Unfortunately, there are no murders or psychotic serial killers to find. There are not even any attempts on her life. Yet, somehow, Wednesday finds she's more stressed about the new outcast who casually walks around with Wednesday's heart in her hands (not literally, sadly).

» Wednesday's Book of Flowers [TBA]

Sequel to Wedneday's Dictionary of Emotions.

O N E S H O T S

» Oblivion ✧

Everyone has vices, some more than others. Wednesday has quite a few: her morbid curiosity, her vindictive or cruel demeanor, and most recently—finding any reason to kiss you. [soft angst. romance]

» Just Like Silk ✧

Wednesday is a rigid person. She wears the same type of clothes everyday, eats the same thing every morning, and always wears her hair in braids. You find something exhilrating about undoing all those things—undoing her. [Intimacy. Fluff]

» Lips Over Your Nightmare ✧

You've been having trouble sleeping. Nightmares haunt you every time you close your eyes, and Wednesday offers a solution in the form of comfort only she is capable of. [soft angst. comfort]

» Just Last Lifetime | Just Last Lifetime (2) •newest•

You didn't move after Tyler knocked you down, and it would've been over had Enid not come when she did. Wednesday stays beside your hospital bed diligently, hand tracing yours as she plans how to torture you for the rest of her life and how she looks forward to letting you plague her. But the moment you wake up, nothing will ever be the same again. [angst]

D R A B B L E

» mm.drabble.wednesday

WENCLAIR

S E R I E S

» TBA

O N E S H O T S

» Keep You Warm

Wednesday had warned Enid to dress warm for the weather, knowing the blonde had a penchant for thinking she was invincible because she was a werewolf. Because if Enid caught a cold...

D R A B B L E S

» mm.drabble.wenclair

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