warmly reflecting on leap my publisher made to take the tingleverse mainstream. very thankful to my buds at @torpublishinggroup and the many other horror authors who have welcomed my trot. enjoy this footage of first nightfire meeting and preorder bury your gays
Summary: Erik is Christine’s vocal teacher and of course he’s in love with her, but thinks she could never love him back. Fluffy modern AU, rated T. Originally posted in July 2020, with a second chapter added in July 2022 for PotO Fluff Week
“What I’ve been wanting to say but I couldn’t say it Enzo. You know me well boy, you know I couldn’t do or say something I don’t … mean it” The tears like giant goblets cascaded down Danny’s face, fast and endless, each huge blob damping Enzo’s soft greyish brown fur
“When I first saw you, I knew we belonged together” Danny finally managed those words in between controlled sobs his face winched with pain as he clung onto his beloved
“It was a sad story but it will have a … happy ending … Danny” Enzo communicated via a droopy smile. His visions a blur. They were both communicating purely via their thoughts and souls now
“But but how … how” in between broken gasps “how can it be a happy ending without you”
Danny was truly a broken man. To be honest, even when Eve died or amidst all those hardship, Danny had always kept a straight face, quiet and brave, cursing or complaining but Enzo had never seen him cried fast and furious tears like this
Enzo hated to leave Danny alone behind. The only comforting thought was that he had Zoey now and Danny would never be truly alone again. But he was the reason for Danny’s tears now and he should leave. He saw the zebra from the corner of his eye. Oh how he hated that zebra “i don’t want you to get me” Enzo struggled to be freed.
“I know I should say it’s okay boy you can go if you need to but I can’t say it. I’m sorry”
Enzo wondered why the zebra had to suddenly appear in his precious last moments with Danny. All he asked was more time, some more time with his Danny. But it seemed to be moving stealthily towards him Enzo, coming for him. Enzo turned his head away and whom should he see but Lumos in all his gentleness, light and glory
Enzo knew his time had come. He had nothing to offer to his best friend Danny anymore. He was left just a bag of toxins that would engulf and devour his body soon and most importantly he had now become the source of Danny’s pain, suffering and tears. The time is now. Lumos was his only path, the best and only path, before zebra would get to him
“I love you Danny and I will always find you. I will be back to find you Danny somewhere somehow”
With that Enzo stood up from Danny’s embrace and he walked towards Lumos. With a last look, his last breath, he took his first step into the unknown.
2024: Just as when I though maybe God was disappointing & probably forgotten me, He’s like nope, summed up fave parts of my fic ( the first fic I wrote in 2023 ) His animation that he’s got his humans to do. He animated my first fic of 2023! Gosh
So what’s my fave part ?
Note heading up the Spiral stairs, instead of heading down, she found him in the upper room isn’t it and placed him on the bed with just a table and a chair did she not ? For he is the holy one sent from God. So in the end. he/she was healed in the upper room or even resurrected ?
It was the moment she finally saw him face to face on top of the staircase when she opened the door and they hugged. Now, upon that face of that animation, who is the first person you think about ? Note the eyes in that scene. That scene made me cry
Nice of God to also add in the falling of the man from stairs or upper room, landing at the bottom of the stairs as it was scene from my detective au
Interesting surprise
not surprised if it’s going to be a sad ending this year. What’s new ? I mean a happy ending would be new
Today Sunday be like spending time with my 3 boys, dog, mon coeur & t
Inspiration vision and fic ideas usually comes inspired by 2 boys = 3t
For the sake of his little wife, Erik intends to give her the married life he promised, along with all of the sundry that comes with it: a sun-lit house above the ground. A devoted and gentle husband. Damp, dark soil, filled with all manner of things rich and thriving.
Unfortunately for him, Christine cannot forget the past. And rot will always find its way into the sunniest of homes.
My first stab at what a marriage between Christine and Erik might have looked like. Leroux-based universe, with a heavy ladling of angst and a little weird smut. Takes a heaping dose of inspiration from the incredible Paul Thomas Anderson film, Phantom Thread. Warnings for very, very mild dubious consent in later chapters. Heavy angst with a happy ending. Completed.
I was thinking Christine did choose POTO because she knew He was the one she loved when she first saw him. Raoul was just Raoul. She couldn’t explain it. It’s not that she liked the torment. She just like POTO because he’s POTO. Well she did like being captured by him. You have to understand it was her childhood fantasy and it actually happened to her when she grew into a woman. Now how rare is that. He actually fulfilled her childhood fantasy. And Being fugged by POTO would be next level. I also do not think it’s because POTO is 💯 crazy. I mean I think Christine like POTO because he’s POTO, although 💯 crazy sounds cooler than 50% crazy you know ? It’s All or Nothing. Okay, Christine likes 💯 crazy . Why does she like POTO ? He’s rare, he hot and he special, you know ? There’s many Raouls but there’s only one POTO?
Now POTO is not going to forget the past and he might be back to torment Christine and Christine has no choice because she can’t live without POTO ( I’m wetting my pants as I type this ) I see the knife I see the whip and I’m scared, she might eventually die ( more difficult for her to die because POTO needs her to play her role. He will keep her a beaten living pulp alive ) or go crazy in his hands. 🙌 I mean look at her, she’s already struggling and half dead 💀 But Christine still hopes POTO can forget the past once they managed to get more new memories together and yes happily ever after together
Grogu had thought his comment was pretty innocent. He had no idea that his dad was going to get so, ‘Let me put on the mantle of authority and lecture the youngling on what is and what is not acceptable for a Mandalorian foundling to say’. But wow, he sure warmed up to his subject and Grogu just sat there and listened because when you’re stuck in a tiny cabin being lectured by the person who feeds you and it’s almost dinnertime you do as they say until you can do what you want to do, which was eat.
But you be the judge.
All Grogu had said was the shipyard on Trask was one of the worst shipyards they’d ever been to. That was it. He didn’t say it was the worst shipyard in the sector or the Rim or even the Galaxy. Nope. Just one of the worst shipyards he’d ever been to. He thought that was fair and balanced. But not his dad. Nope. The Mandalorian was very annoyed with him.
“Buddy,” he said.
Din Djarin called him ‘Buddy’ a lot.
“Buddy, just because they used a lot of netting and stabilizing wires and the whole place smelled like rotting fish, does not mean they did a bad job. It just means that their standards and your standards aren’t a match. But functionally, the ship works and we can move around it. Probably on their planet this is great workmanship for the time and tools they had access to. You shouldn’t be so judgmental.”
Grogu was about to point out that the babycore tried to attack him but Din Djarin continued his lecture.
“You are going to meet a lot of people who aren’t like you. They have different needs and goals. They will be skilled at different things than you. You are going to need their help one day and it would behoove you to remember that differences make the galaxy better, not worse.”
Grogu was about to protest that he didn’t have anything against the Mon Calamari as a people. They were smart and friendly and helpful and all of that. But pieces of the Razor Crest literally fell off while they were climbing to the upper atmosphere of Trask. Fell off. Gone. Tumbled back down to the planet and hopefully didn’t hit anyone. The Mandalorian, however, was still in lecture mode and wouldn’t let him get in a word with a shim.
“I know when we go to Tatooine Peli Motto does her best, and the best those droids of her’s can do, to make repairs that meet our standards. Every thing fits, it’s wired correctly, there are no critters in the ship that weren’t there before, and she has the pit droids spray ‘new ship smell’ around the bridge and the sleeping quarters. I could do without that, but I know you like how that smells, so I let her do it. What she does makes us both happy, which is good. But I am sure that there are people who don’t get her and how she works.”
Grogu had to agree with that. There had to be people who didn’t like how when a bug landed on the bill she prepared and she squashed it and it looked like an extra digit on the price that she expected them to pay that amount. There had to be. Or people who found out that when she was repairing their speeder she had the pit droids take the old motivator off of it, spray paint it a different color and re-install it as new. And, he was pretty sure that ‘organic, artisanal, sustainable’ hide, was actually just plastic. But wow was there a price differential for adding those words to describe the stuff.
He would have said all of that to the grumpy bounty hunter, but Din hadn’t finished his lecture yet. Nope. Not by a long shot.
“When we get to Nevarro I’m gonna have the ship fixed up and you’ll be able to see how a third shipyard handles repairs. Then you’ll at least have a little more data to add to your analysis and and that will help you refine it. Then maybe you’ll be grateful that they didn’t just haul your home away as junk and suggest you catch a shuttle to the nearest spaceport.”
Ahh. That’s what this had been all about. Grogu had complained about his dad’s home. He hadn’t meant to do that. At least not really. He knew the Razor Crest was a safe space for the Mandalorian. Somewhere he could relax and do all the things he couldn’t do planet-side, like shave, or take his armor off, or walk around bare foot.
Sometimes Grogu just didn’t think about how his perspective on something wasn’t an exact match for his dad’s perspective on the same thing. After all, they both loved Diggle and Daggle, the Fish that fish. That had been unexpected. And while Grogu loved eating frogs, Din Djarin didn’t even like to watch him eat frogs or eggs for that matter.
Grogu supposed that they could agree to disagree on most of that stuff, but he was happy to agree with his dad that he was glad that their home was still their home, no matter how many parts fell off it on their way.
summary: Wednesday confesses her feelings for you in her own Wednesday Addams way.
warnings: cussing and fake death (mention of blood)
word count: 2,514
a/n: this is based off of this post! This sucks, just a fair warning. I love Wednesday and I know how she would do romance, but articulating it is super difficult. I'm hoping I can get better at writing her since this is only my first time and I love her so much. Anygays, enjoy!
The day had been dreadful for you.
Dreadful in the sense as it being so awful that you wanted to go home and just gently cry yourself to sleep. Ever since knowing Wednesday, you had realized just how potent perception was to each individual. A dreadful day for Wednesday would end with a gentle tugging of the corner of her lips before crossing her arms comfortably across her chest.
They were not the same. It didn’t take much effort into noticing the differences between the Addams family and the rest of the world. And yet, the two of you always seemed to get along. Well, getting along in terms of Wednesday Addams. That meant there was less scowling and a minimum amount of threats within the presence of each other.
Developing a fascination with Wednesday was almost instantaneous for any and everyone. Harboring a crush for the goth wasn’t an unusual occurrence either. Being compared to Wednesday only meant pointing out all the differences between Wednesday and the other person. It was only natural to become intrigued by the lifeless, unblinking stare and morbid interests.
As for the feelings, Wednesday Addams was aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. Her pale skin and raven hair were stark yet appealing contrasts with freckles sprinkled around. One could simply not fall in love with the goth after noticing the sea of freckles. Not to mention how soft and full her lips looked, always pale but darker than her pale skin.
The aurora that surrounded her and the way she held herself were both handsome attributes that lured you in. Her intelligence was admirable (as well as sexy if anyone was to ask you). Her voice was often times even and lifeless as she spoke, or even and factual; the sound was always pleasing to the ears, caressing the skin of your body and your heart.
It was when emotion trickled through her voice that you were really left weak in the knees. The fact that ninety-percent of that was directed towards you when conversing? Well, it would be more of a mystery to not fall for her.
So, yes, you were completely and utterly infatuated with Wednesday Addams. Her grace and beauty were so captivating. The goth’s entire being was an addiction for you.
Wednesday wasn’t a romantic person though. She burned romance books and nearly fell ill whenever Enid or Divina decided to display a romcom. Any form of affection had her wrinkling her nose and stitching her eyebrows together in a ferocious, pout. She always made discouraging remarks about Ajax and Enid’s relationship; everyone only knew the remarks were half-assed because the rainbow werewolf had managed to worm her way into the goth’s heart.
Yoko and Divina holding hands as they walked along the lake or cuddled on the couch for movie night always prompted a scowl from Wednesday.
Of course, everyone knew how much she abhorred physical touch. Despite wanting to drift your fingers through her bangs to smooth them out after a vision or lightly drag your fingers along the palm of her hand, you never did. Kissing Wednesday was the most prominent and recurring fantasy of yours, but you left it at that.
You respected Wednesday’s boundaries and loved her too much to attempt to cause the girl any discomfort.
Even with all of the walks to classes and shared isolation wasn’t enough to warrant suspicions from you. The only person allowed to be present during Wednesday’s writing period (Enid would be there wether she was allowed or not) was you. You’d never once asked to read her novel, but you did mention wanting to if Wednesday ever changed her mind; to that she had just hummed thoughtfully.
Her eyes were always a shade lighter and her face marginally softer when in the company of you. She declared you were the least annoying person out of “this group you all like to label as a friend group.” To Wednesday, it was just a group of people that she didn’t want to kill (as badly as others). Even her digs at you weren’t as callous as the others.
Enid had been trying to convince you to make a move because “Wednesday totes likes you!” but, “is too stubborn to make the first move.” But you’d spent enough time studying Wednesday and enough time putting yourself out there just to be shut down, to not make a move. You wouldn’t label the relationship between you and the goth as a friendship, but in their own unique slash dysfunctional slash bizarre way, they were friends.
You didn’t want to lose the nights of wordlessly stargazing after having watched her practice her cello, of days where she glared at Xavier in botany for even attempting to converse with you, of philosophical spiels from the goth and her in return trying to keep up with your hyperfixations, of her warning you to be careful if you were in the woods alone before deciding to accompany you because it was the “smarter” decision.
Wednesday was different with you from the others, you knew that, but the reasoning having to do with romance was absurd.
Absolutely, completely, and totally absurd.
Yoko was staying at Divina’s for the night, so you flipped the light-switch as soon as stepping foot into the shared dorm. You made sure to lock the door behind you, knowing that Wednesday would pinch your ear if she found out you didn’t.
She always threatened to hurt you if you got injured or killed and glared when you would laugh at the irony. You didn’t really mind though, because you could only find her scowl adorable and not intimidating. Though, you’d never dream of saying that to her. She’d probably either ignore you for a week or stick needles in her eyes.
You dropped your bag off by your desk then went to your closet to find some pj’s. As heavy as your limbs were and how your eyelids kept drooping, you knew you needed a shower and showers before bedtime always helped you sleep better. So, you quickly brushed your teeth and turned all of the lights off.
The last thing you did before rolling onto your side and easily drifting off to a different state of mind was plug your phone in.
You weren’t sure how long you had been under Mr. Sandman’s spell, but the sky was just as thickly black as before and Yoko wasn’t back. In fact, the door wasn’t even opened. The window leading into your shared dorm was opened barely an inch, and you knew it had been shut before going to bed. No one could get into your room from there anyways, unless they were Spider-Man and could climb walls.
The chilly noise that had roused your from your sleep wasn’t uttered again. Deciding you were probably only half-asleep and imagined the noise, you moved to curl back up in your previous position. But then there was a thump and a swirl that sounded like a body zooming across the room, ending with a thud on the floor.
Considering your deep-rooted love for horror and having faced a Hyde and a Pilgrim raised from the dead, not much could scare you at this point. Your hand was sturdy as it reached out to turn your lamp on and the racing of your heart wasn’t an obnoxious thump but a steady hum. What you saw next had your heart stilling in your chest.
“Wednesday!”
You leapt off the bed without a second thought and rushed to the aid of a seizing goth. Her body flung itself so she was on her back. Despite her head flinging this way and that and the rest of her body spasming, you quickly grabbed her and cradled her against your lap.
“Wednesday! Wh-what’s happening?” You asked despite her seemingly partly unconscious.
Two shallow breaths scratched the thick air around them and then Wednesday’s small body slumped. While it wasn’t unusual for the goth to be laying exceptionally still and her face expressionless, it was dialed to one-hundred. Or more like negative-one-hundred from how still and chilly she was.
There was blood scattered all over her body, turning her black clothes even darker. Even her sweet face that held so much information with the lack of expressions had blood splashed all over. There was barely an inch of her skin that was just her pale complexion and not slick blood. Her bangs that you were so obsessed with were messy and the rest of her hair was goopy with blood.
You gently cupped her cheek, as if that would keep the Addams girl from being harmed. She was already unmoving and unresponsive, you didn’t want to make matters worse. You couldn’t hurt Wednesday, especially when she already was so terribly hurt.
You sniffed and strummed your thumb along her elegant cheekbone. Her already chilly skin was even cooler, causing your fingertips to twitch and the rest of your body to spasm. Tears were cascading down your cheeks and dripping onto Wednesday’s face. You hadn’t even realized you were crying, you didn’t feel the slick heat on your cheeks or your eyes burning.
You didn’t feel anything. All you could feel was the barbed wire tightening further and further around your trembling heart. You were sure you were bleeding internally from her heart, and you hoped it would overflow so that you wouldn’t have to live in a world that didn’t have the insatiable Wednesday Addams in it.
“Wednesday, come on, wake up. This…” You swallowed hard. “This isn’t funny, though I know you find your cruel shenanigans to be just that.”
Seconds ticked by without a witty remark from the cold girl in your arms. Tears kept spilling down your face, so much so that you could wipe all the blood off of Wednesday. When too many tears blurred your vision and you could never see the most beautiful person ever, you dropped your head to her chest and clung to her tightly.
‘I should’ve listened to Enid.’ You couldn’t believe that something so horrible and so horribly cliche could be true! All this time you had waisted pining for Wednesday and now she’ll never know how you truly feel about her. You’d never get to know if she’d rather know or not, even if she didn’t feel the same.
Enid.
How were you going to explain this to her? The person she deemed her best friend, the girl she risked her own life to save last her, her roommate, was now dead. Someone so special in life and to Enid’s heart was no longer going to be around to threaten people and stun strangers and make their classmates laugh.
The girl you loved was gone.
“Oh, cara mia, it was all just a playful ruse.”
You jerked away from that metallic voice grazing your skin and kissing your ears. The rare tone of voice that was either used when speaking about a devious plan or talking to Uncle Fester or Enid. It was smooth and warm with a slight rasp tickling it, but still even and steady like her daily, monotone voice.
When you jerked away, you were met with a smile gracing the lips of the girl you had thought was dead. For a full sixty seconds, you were sure that Wednesday had been possessed because Wednesday Addams did not smile. But then you remembered her smirk at Outreach Day when her and Thing had successfully ruined the event, and you remembered the very few times she had snuck a smile here and there.
You could hear Enid’s voice in your head screeching how Wednesday looked at her with the goth’s own version of heart eyes. And you remembered how Wednesday would escort you to class and offer to hold your books, how she’d sit with you at lunch and didn’t threaten you like the others. How angry she got whenever you were careless and your safety was at risk.
That smile was innocent and it was infectious. A one-hundred-percent, bonafide Wednesday Addams smile.
Her hand cupping your cheek startled you from the reverie you had been induced in. The subtle shutter had that small smile widening and a warmth flooding her eyes. You always found the girl to be so beautiful that there were no words to adequately describe her, but this smile and the heat in her eyes was something even more remarkable.
She ran her thumb along your cheekbone and smirked as you leaned against her delicate touch.
“Y/N, my heart beats when your heart beats, and I suffer when you suffer. Which is not as fun as I expected suffering to be. As long as the earth rotates, that will never change. My fealty belongs to you and my heart will never forget the kiss your presence has left on it.”
Even if you had ever fancied the thought of Enid being right, you never in a million years expected Wednesday to say that as her love confession. And definitely not with that smile that kept trying to pull up further! You jerked your head down and counted your fingers and were left stunned to count ten. So you weren’t dreaming.
Your heart was thudding harder against your ribcage from that declaration of love than it had been when you thought Wednesday was dead.
Dead. Right. This whole sweet and enchanting confession was only given after she had faked her death. She pretended to die for what exactly, your reaction? If you hadn’t reacted appropriately would she have left you to believe she was dead? Or would she have woken up and left unimpressed?
As relieved as you were that she was alive and you got to do the next thing, you were pissed at her.
You smacked her - hard - on the bicep and glared at her. “Wednesday Friday Addams!”
“I’m assuming this is in response to my flawless scene I had enacted of demons possessing my body and effectively murdering me.”
“Yes! This is in response to…all of that!”
Your response only made her grin bigger. You guessed that it was only satisfying Wednesday’s knowledge of you reciprocating her undying love. As aggravating as it was, it was what made Wednesday Wednesday and you loved her more than breathing.
Sighing, you cupped her face and rubbed your thumb against the red stain on her face. “I’m assuming this is pig’s blood.”
She gave a single nod of her head, her eyes doing all of the smiling for her. “My smart girl.”
There weren’t any powers in the world that could have prevented you from shuddering at that compliment.
Wednesday’s smile morphed into something wicked, very on par for her, and she began to lean in.
“Darling, as much as I love that devious brain of yours,” she smiled brightly, loving the adjective. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.”
She gave a solemn nod of her head. “Allow me to make it up to you, cara mia.”
And with that, you finally let your love kiss you.
You stormed out of Wednesday and Enid’s dorm, footsteps leaving a trail of desolation in his wake. If your tears weren’t flowing before, they definitely were now. You swung open the door to your dorm, quietly hoping your room safe wasn’t around to see you in your current state. Your request was fulfilled as she was nowhere in sight.
Flinging yourself on your bed was a bad idea - Wednesday’s scent still lingered on the sheets from the night before; a thought that urged more tears to spill. A quiet knock resounded from the door; one in which you ignored. If they really needed you they could send you a voice message on your phone. But they never left - the knocks persisted as you attempted to block out the noise with music in the background.
Grumbling, you stood up and pulled the door open to reveal Enid Sinclair. She gave you a look of pity when she saw your disheveled state before asking “can I come in?”. Wordlessly nodding, you opened the door a bit wider so she could slip in. You sat back down at your bed, hearing the door click before the soft padding of socks came towards you. You were grateful Enid sat right next to you as you opted to lean your head on her shoulder.
A couple of deafening minutes passed before Enid spoke up “Sooo.. what happened back there?”.
She could feel you physically stiffen before groaning. You picked at the skin near your fingernails, not feeling the need to answer her question at the moment.
“You don’t have to tell me Y/n; whatever you feel comfortable with saying is fine.”
You stayed quiet for a bit before speaking up, voice rasping as you did so. “I was just trying to get her to take a break Enid.”
“I understand that Y/n; Wednesday can always be a little stubborn.”
“She said it like I was pathetic for caring about her health.”You spat out the word while grimacing.
Enid sighed, grabbing your arm to make you look at her. “Listen, Wednesday doesn’t think you’re pathetic and you should be the first person to know so. I’ve seen the way she looks at you - like you’re the star of the world. So, instead of subjecting yourself to these deteriorating thoughts, how about we talk about how she shows she loves you?”
You seemed to contemplate her idea prior to obliging.
“She does this thing when I’m upset with something - like she kisses my ring finger to comfort me I don’t know how to explain”
“Great! So how does that make you feel?”
“Like I’m the only one she looks at” You say, cringing at your words.
“Because you are she only looks at you and when you enter, she stares at you like you’re the only one in the world. It’s kinda creepy to be honest..”
“Enid she also looks at you, Yoko and Bianca I’m not the only person she knows.”
“Okay but I swear she looks at you differently like I’m being real here she looks at everyone else the same but with you it’s not the same. And you’re her girlfriend for crying out loud!”
You chuckle a bit before frowning right after. “Then why did she..”
“Y/n it could be from the stress, the pressure, or even in the spur of the moment! I don’t know, but I definitely know that she didn’t mean it. Wednesday would never say that without a reason. She even tells me you’re the love of her life; the one that keeps her going. But enough of that - how else do you know she loves you?
“Well she also calls me Y/n/n but don’t tell her cause she will get mad..”
The night was full of laughter with a few breakdowns before turning right back up with the faint music playing from the disc in your room.
—
When you woke up Enid was nowhere to be found. You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling for a few solid minutes bracing yourself for the pounding headache you had.
Not feeling up for classes, you sent your friends a quick text telling them to tell the teacher that you would be absent. Finding yourself unable to lull yourself back to sleep, you settled for a cup of coffee and a random romcom you and Wednesday would never live in.
—
Wednesday’s book thudded on the table while she sat down in her seat beside Xavier.
“What has you so worked up??” He said while staring at Wednesday.
“Nothing that concerns you.” Wednesday responded, eyes never peeling from the door.
“Erm..okay” he said, diverting his attention away.
Wednesday’s eyes stared at the door in hopes of you to turn up.
Yoko came in
Then Bianca
Then Enid
Then Ms. Thornhill
Maybe you were just late? She thought
But you never showed up - you didn’t even attend your club with Eugene where you two would crack random bee jokes.
“Where’s Y/n?” Wednesday asked Enid.
“Probably at her dorm sobbing her eyes out because of something YOU blew up at her for.” Enid snapped at her
“I didn’t mean to hurt her”
“I had to stay with her all night while she cried her eyes out thinking you hated her for caring about you.”
Wednesday paused for a moment. “Is she okay?” She asked in an unusually quiet voice.
“I don’t know Wednesday you should ask her not me. Look, I know you don’t hate her but you have to apologize because right now she fully believed you loath her so you have to clear that up with Y/n - not me.”
Wednesday gave Enid a silent nod before pulling on her shoes to rush towards your dorm.
—
Your roommate shot Wednesday a weird glance when she entered your dorm room. “What are you doing here?”
With a quick glance, Wednesday could tell you weren’t there so she had no choice but to converse with your roommate. “Do you know where Y/n is?”
“Umm can you tell me why you are here first?”
“No.”
“Then no I don’t know where Y/n is.”
“Tell me”
“No.”
“Okay. Fine. I need to apologize to her for something.”
“THE Wednesday Addams apologizing? Never would’ve guessed.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes before asking “Can you tell me where she is now?”
“She’s right there” Your roommate said while pointing at the door Wednesday came in a few seconds prior.
Sure enough, you were standing there, eyes narrowed at Wednesday.
“Hey..?” You said slowly setting your drink down on your desk. You shot your roommate a look telling her to get out, which she did at that.
Wednesday watched you sit down at your bed, eyes staring intently at you.
“So..” You started
“I would like to apologize.”
“Oh.”
“I apologize. Can you forgive me?”
Knowing Wednesday had trouble expressing her emotions, you pushed on.
“Can you tell me why you’re apologizing?”
“I apologize for implying you were a burden to me.”
“And?”
“And I apologize for spouting that you weren’t able to assist me. I understand you care for my mental stability and insinuating that you would oppress me in the future was discourteous. Although I previously inferred you wouldn’t be a big presence in my future, I would like to retract those words. These past few hours have been displeasing without you - something I would normally crave for, but without you, that feeling is nothing to me.”
“Do you know how that made me feel?”
Wednesday grimaced. “It made you feel unhappy.”
“Not only did it make me feel unhappy Wednesday. It made me feel inferior. I understand that the Hyde case puts a lot of pressure on you but you can’t take that out on me. I’m similar to you. I get frustrated. I get stressed, but I don’t take it out on other people especially you. In the future, if you are uncomfortable with what I’m doing, you can just tell me and I will stop. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me.”
“It’s not that you made me uncomfortable. I presume the stress buildup caused me to lose my temper. For that, I apologize.”
“Wednesday you don’t have to apologize. Feeling stress is normal and you unconsciously get it. I understand that you didn’t know how to relieve it.”
Wednesday just gave you a ridged nod at that.
“Wednesday come here.”
She strides towards you until she stood in-front of you. You pulled her down into an embrace. Wednesday’s hands hung stiffly around your torso but not quite touching it. You chuckled at that.
“You know you can touch me I’m your girlfriend.”
At that, her hands rested at your waist. Your head buried itself into her neck, leaving a chaste kiss on the skin there. You pulled back, hands still intertwined behind her neck.
“I love you. Do you know that?”
“Yes.”
You pulled her chin towards you, giving her a quick peck on her lips.
“Say it back Wends”
“I love you too.” Wednesday muttered, pale cheeks growing into a dark red color.
You smiled, pulling her back into a heart searing kiss, sealing the emotions drawn from today behind you as a memory of strengthening your relationship.
A/n
Woo part two to The way you hurt me!! How did you like it?? Honestly idk if I do the comforting//apologizing part correctly/well bc I’m not really good with apologizing either. I also hope I portrayed each character accurately
If there are any mistakes in my writing please msg me or cmt it down - this is not reread at all
Always happy for constructive criticism!
Again thank you for reading and thank you for the notes on my last post!
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