Apple head Michael 🥺🥺
I genuinely can’t stop making these

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Apple head Michael 🥺🥺
I genuinely can’t stop making these
Cowboy! Price x younger! Cowboy! Reader
“The preacher may never marry us and my mama may never know you but I can kiss you over a flask of whiskey and dance with you under the stars and if this isn’t marriage I’m not sure what god is looking for” -maybecowboycore
-Older! Cowboy! price who is so tired. He’s had a hard life after his wife left him and never came back. Who missed the feeling of hands against his his back and fingers in his now shaggy hair. All he does is work all day and then sleep, his wrinkles showing him his younger years are long gone.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who puts a help wanted sign in the newspaper and is suprised to see a younger man at his door the next day. Obviously a city boy with a pep in his step and hasn’t seen the horrors he had.
-older! Cowboy! Price who is rude at first. Grunting when you fall in cow shit. Annoyed when you’re a bit slow.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who very slowly becomes softer over the months. His hands against you’re back to lead you when you get a bit slower than him.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who gets a strange tingly feeling in his stomach after he sees the once clean city boy holding a newborn sheep with dirty hands and hair against his sweaty forehead. A proud smile against face as he looks up at him with the most proudest look.
-Price who slowly realizes that the days aren’t as dull and cold as they once were. Always finding his hand against your back. Or on your shoulder.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who melts when you help him turn his once shaggy hair and now buzzed hair. Your hand against his cheek to steady him.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who kisses you after you fall off your horse by accident. You barely were hurt, but he still so casually kissed you like he always did. Like it came to him so naturally.
-His hand finding your pocket in your jeans as you both walk back into the house to eat dinner. His face looking at yours as you talk about what all you did. His ears hanging onto every word, every sound, something he hadn’t done in years.
-That same night he finally does what he’s been wanting to do for months. His rough hands against your slightly less rough hands. His lips against your neck as you feel his thick cock gently hitting that delicious spot that made you dizzy.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who isn’t sad anymore. Fingers against his now shaved hair as his head lays against your chest. The nice gentle city boy turned into a nice gentle cowboy. His life isn’t hard anymore. Not with his boy.
I saw this tiktok that basically said that in France, firemen throw a strip show on National day and i can jus imagine the joy that fills Ilyas heart when he finds out only for him to realize other people can see his gorgeous geriatric mans being a hottie so now everybody gotta die
im delirious on no sleep right now but wanted to let you know that i love this so much and will be adding a bonus chapter to definitions with this prompt
i see your vision and love it
ALSO "gorgeous geriatric man" killed me
⁀➴ HOT TO GO.
⚽︎ what’s a little sharing between friends?
summary: ellie and vi have been best friends since childhood, now both college football stars. you, vi’s girlfriend, are their ditzy little counterpart. their perfect little cheerleader. so why wouldn’t vi want to share her good luck charm with her best friend?
tags: gf!vi x e x reader, soccer team college au, 18+ mdni, will be updated as we go along! r in pre-established relationship with vi, ditzy reader, reader being passed around like a blunt, individual warnings in each chapter ᯓ⚽︎
collab fic with my angel @elsfawns
♡ moodboard
♡ part one: body to body. by me ♡
♡ part two: meddle about. by marie ♡
♡ part three: good luck charm by marie ♡
♡ part four: given-taken by me ♡
this au is now complete!! hope u guys enjoy <3
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ps. you’ve been warned in the tags! minors do not interact, marie has a reaction block speed i’ve never seen b4. if you wanna be added to the taglist pls put ur age in ur bio!
i don't play about michael joesph jackson
i will defend that man until my very last breath.
HIS FUCKING WAISTTTTTTTTT
Beat It
Michael Jackson
Synopsis: Grammys '84. You're attending with your boyfriend (reluctantly) and unfortunately, you have to throw hands about your man.
Pairing: Thriller ear!Michael Jackson x black fem!reader
Drea's Note: I saw two posts asking for a fic where reader beats tf outta Diana and I came to deliver. PLUS, I'm in a petty mood after constantly seeing ppl leave the fandom bc of the #that documentary.
Word count: 2.2k
oh we need some more pervy bsf mike..like what he used to do before deflowering y/n
perv!bsf!mikey who, before reaching third base with you, would lift your shirt a little too high, to 'tickle' you (grope your cute waist) chuckling softly at your whiney protest when your pretty lacy bra would be exposed >⩊<.ᐟ
perv!bsf!mikey who hugs you a little to tight to feel the swell of your tits on him
perv!bsf!mikey who asked you to rate his cock, but you cant leave him all hard and leaky! so he has you wrap your hands around him "where'd you learn to be this good? hm?"
perv!bsf!mikey who doesnt want to make a mess when he cums, so he has you stick your wet tongue out. resting his pretty brown tip on it, shooting cum down your throat.
perv!bsf!mikey who grinds his morning wood on your perky ass in the morning, whilst you sleep, after a sleepover.
perv!bsf!mikey who grips your waist a little to tightly when you're talking to jackie for far to long
perv!bsf!mikey who has told you that its completely normal for best friends to change infront of each other!!
perv!bsf!mikey who rubs your puffy pussy to 'practice' for his future girlfriend.
perv!bsf!mikey who knows you said 'no fingers' when getting you off, but how is he supposed to make you feel good!! muffling your protests with deep kisses, as he slides two fingers in your poor little pussy.
perv!bsf!mikey whos gonna get touched by me
a/n: sorry for the inactivity!! im on vacation yayayay, but michaels still HEAVY on my mind, enough that im deadass on my way to see it for a 3rd time rn, glad to see it's the same for you all still!! please make more reqs!! im here to service you all!! ok love you byebyebye
miss possessive
SUMMARY: based on this request. The problem isn’t that women flirt with Michael Jackson. The problem is that Y/N notices. The bigger problem is that Michael notices Y/N noticing.
CONTENT: Michael Jackson x Reader. Established relationship. Jealous and slightly possessive reader. Protective and hopelessly devoted Michael Jackson. History era. Humor, fluff, backstage shenanigans, playful jealousy, a little bit of female rivalry, pda, and Michael being completely obsessed with his girlfriend.
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𝑂𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡
Soldier Boy x fem!reader
Includes: dub/non con idk, hard drug consumption on both sides, sex under the influence of alcohol and drugs, degradation, soldier boy being soldier boy, name calling, raw PiV, slapping, rough sex, size kink
W/c: 803
„Really fucking outa it, aren’t ya?“ Ben asks you, or doesn’t ask. He can clearly see the none existent color in your eyes. Your pupils are so wide that there’s barely any color left but with the amount of both Coke and alcohol that went into you that was to expect.
He was the one who sweet talked you into all of this, who got you to snort a line of his nightstand. And then it was him to snort a line of your thigh. Then another and another. He was high as fuck but still not as out of it as you. Drool is running down your chin with his cock in your mouth it’s hard to do anything else.
Ben was huge, like really fucking huge but as always you did your best to take him, to please him. Both of you knew you wanted this in some sick n twisted way but saying you wanted him to get pissed at you again would be a lie. He was still rude and rough when he was all coked up but at least he was gentle in some way. In a way he wasn’t willing to break a bone or something. But slapping you across the face or letting his hand come down on your ass over and over again was almost vanilla for him by now.
You barley register him slipping inside of you, you feel the pain of the stretch but soon after, the euphoria of him hitting that spot soon kicks in, making you arch your back and roll your eyes back in pleasure.
He takes a look down at you laying there on the bed but you still enjoy this a little too much for his liking so he clamps his hand around you neck and cuts off your air and blood flow for a few second. Just as your vision starts to blur around the edges and your eyes start to flutter shut he loses his tight grip. „Little dramatic aren’t we?“ he laughs.
You gasp for air but he just pats your cheek roughly as if he was petting a dog. „Can even take my cock without almost passing out“ he says and scoffs. You just look up at him with those fucked out eyes and try to make out what exactly he said, what was kinda hard with all that shit in your system. Ben laughs again. „God you‘re high as fuck doll. But that’s how I like you.“
He spits out the words between rough and mean thrusts cus Ben talks, a lot. Not even shit you listen to most of the time but god that man can’t stop talking. „For once you don’t complain all the time, don’t get on my nerves or cry about shit. That’s how I like you, not fucking talking bitch.“ He talks like he’s trying to win an argument with you but he could be saying anything right now and it would make you clench tighter around him
Of course he notices but instead of keeping his pace up to help you over the edge he slowly down and his hands comes down on your face again, harder then before. „Fucking bitch, wanna come on my cock? Gotta put a little more effort in for that to happen“
You whine at his words and gather all of your left over thoughts to bring out your next words. „Ben please, please. Need you so bad please.“ you beg. But he again just scoffs and starts to build up some pace again. „You wanna come so bad huh? Never am I hearing you beg till I fuck your brains out. Weird thing huh? You’re a whole different person the second I bury my cock in your pussy. Ya go dumb over it. Like some god damn whore without a single braincell left.“ Ben says.
„I’ll do the thinking for both of us then“ he adds and starts fucking into you even harder. You try to beg, you really do but all that comes out of your mouth is a inaudible sound that’s closer a whine then a „please“ but he takes it and keeps his pace. If, he gets a little faster. You clench harder around him and just then the knot in your stomach tightens and you fall over the edge. It’s like your body is moving on it’s on, you arch your back one more time and let your eyes fall shut and let him fuck you thru it.
Ben follows just a few thrusts later and comes deep inside you, painting your gummy walls white. He stays like this for a moment before pulling out and falling down onto the bed beside you, not even asking if you’re okay but it’s not like he’s ever done that.
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𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑑𝑘, 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑏𝑡𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑙
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Quit Playin’ With Me.
Pairing(s): Jermajesty x Reader, Brief Jaafar x Reader.
Genre: SMUT!!(MDNI), Enemies to lovers,, some angst, fluff.
Warnings: AGAIN SMUT!! (MDNI), Jaafar is single in this one baes. Jermajesty is older (reader is only a year younger.) Toxic!Jermajesty, Mean!Jermajesty(cruel really), Fireworks used as weapons. Jermajesty is obsessed in the worst way, he's lowkey a creep, lowkey though. Vomit. Brief Jaafar x Reader (I do mean brief, jermajesty don’t play that.) Fingering, Choking, Arguing, Jermajesty has a big dick! P in V, No protection (Wrap it before you tap it, loves). Exhibitionism (He ain’t coming off you for nothin’ sista). squirting. Spit as lube. Spit kink. Just filthy really.
Summary: Since diapers, Jermajesty has been the bane of your existence. Always picking at insecurities, making jokes at your expense, and finding ways to turn everything into a competition. Peace doesn’t walk in the room when you two do. In fact, she passes the reigns to chaos, and leaves all together. Playing this game of back and forth has grown tiring, so you decide it’s time to shift focus. Jermajesty doesn’t like that one bit.
W.C. : 6.2k
Author’s Note: Hey guys! I’m glad the snippet was well received! I have been sitting on this for a minute so I am happy to share. I really think is so cool, I am biased though Share what you think in the comments, reblog if you love it! Thank you for reading, my hearts! POV switches from third to second once we hit the present. NAWT proofread sista.
love, B 🤍
Questions
okay guys
Michael Era headcanons, and I wanna cover basically every era
♡ jacksons era ♡ off the wall era ♡ thriller era ♡ bad era ♡ dangerous era ♡ invincible era ♡ mature era
For each era I'm planning to do: 2 fluffy headcanons 1 suggestive headcanon
BUTTTT i can't decide how i wanna post them 😭
OPTION 1: post every era separately as its own individual post
OR
OPTION 2: bundle the eras together into 3 larger posts
♡ post 1: jacksons / off the wall / thriller
♡ post 2: bad / dangerous
♡ post 3: invincible / mature
which would y'all prefer???
vote below or leave a comment 💜
Headcanons
Option 1
Option 2
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in which perv!bsf!mikey tries really hard to be a gentleman for your first time together, but you just feel soo good >⩊<.ᐟ
cw: p in v, soft dom, kinda ooc mike SRRYY, honestly reader is a bit ditzy, coercion, virginity loss for both cuties, freaky ass tear kissing...smile.
porn with a smidge of plot
a/n: omg yall went crazy in the comments asking if yall wanted this, so here it is!! it was originally gonna be a blurb so, sorry if it reads as such!! also ommmfghhh he looks so yummy in that pic... ˙𐃷˙
wc : 1.5k ish
inspired loosely by the lovely @/glossiercheeks manipulative bsf mike!! go check out their work its so so yum and NOT ai lmao
"please, baby, you trust me dont you?" michael mumbles into the sensitive skin, his lips catch on your neck. you whine quietly. "but–mikey, were just friends..."
he pulls away slightly, to gaze apon your flushed face. "you trust me, dont you?" he knows hes not really asking, knowing your blind devotion to not upsetting him, a trait hes never been happier for you to have, then is this momment.
nibbling on the fat of your lip momentarily, you catch his gaze. its heavy with a fog you cant name. shivers twirl up your spine as you gaze away again. "yes, michael, i trust you." you mutter faintly
you catch his growing smirk in your peripheral.
"friends can touch eachother," he peppers two soft kisses on the apple of your cheek. "friends can make eachother feel good."
you curse mentally at his ability to make you mush at his stupid words.
your silence irritates him, "youre really gonna leave your bestfriend high and dry?" he sighs, as if your pulling away more. you panic, shaking your head. "you know what I go through?" he says, suddenly standing, moving to pace infront of you. "being me? I cant even go outside of the gates without being bombarded."
"mikey–"
"do you want me to find another girl, y/n?" he says, with a sterness you'd rarely hear from him. pausing infront of you.
you shake your head once more. the thought genuinely frightens you. you've knows michael for so long, the thought of him seeking out a different woman, makes your heart sink. "no, no! michael, im sorry!"
he continues without acknowledging you. "really? do you want me to go out of my way, to find another girl to help me, when you're here?" his condescending tone makes your thighs press slightly together.
"no!" you pause, looking to the carpeted floor." "ill—ill help you, michael." you say huffing softly.
you can practically hear his grin, "yeah? youre gonna be good for me?" he says in a low voice that makes your stomach tighten. you nod.
he closes in on you slowly, like your subdued prey. long fingers finding your jaw, he lifts your gaze to his.
his smile softens into something sweeter. he gently taps the side of your thigh. "lay down, baby, I'll be a gentleman—i promise."
swallowing thickly, you inch back, before letting your back rest atop the bed.
his large palms are careful drifting down the curves of your sides, taking in the delicious figure underneath the flimsy cami you wore. "so beautiful." he mutters, more for himself to hear than you.
he notices your nervous fingers twiddling with the duvet under you, he smiles softly at your juvenile shyness around him.
he unbuttons your shorts, unzipping them patronizingly slow. your breath quickens as the denim drops quietly on the floor. youre to nervous to look at him, but you hear almost a grunt, he had to physically bite back the noise at seeing your frilly pink panties. he was sure you planned that just for him.
jumping slightly at his warm touch on your abdomen, your fingers halt his. "michael—ive never-"
"i know, angel," he paused, speaking quieter. "me neither." his confidence cracks slightly, but its back as soon as it left. "but i like it like that, you all f'me." he says with a nod to himself. before continuing his hands up your shirt, you let him.
his skin has never buzzed like it does now. electricity shoots through him as if hes touching a static television every time he runs his fingertips over your warm skin or presses a kiss along your sternum.
you look holy.
you are a mosaic window of lust, the way your silky skin absorbs the rooms dim light and the scarlet blankets caress your figure, the downcast of shadows from your lashes brushing over your cheekbones, the milky moon veiling you.
holy is an understatement.
michaels heart is pounding in his ears, as you lean up, taking him in your hands. is this what hes missed out on for so long? how is sex sinful when this feels so fucking good? it wont be sinful for long, as you line him up to your hole, hes confirmed in his head—you will be his wife.
he braces himself on his arms on your sides, as your broken whine cracks the air, the air in his breath is knocked clean out, as he enters your pussy slowly.
he makes it half way in, before your hole constricts, tightening, your body is begging him in. you lay fully back, he can see the tears glittering over your warm eyes. "shh—sh, baby, youre so good for me." he whispers, barely audible as he continues his hips forward.
youve never felt so full , his cock opening you in a way you hardly knew possible. pain throbbed around the intrusion, as he halted fully in you, it soothed into unadulterated pleasure.
he shivers at your small hands embracing his biceps as he settled, letting you (him) adjust.
"m—michael, youre so big!" you cry out, his knees buckle slightly at that, which slides him out of you, hes quick to push back in which elicits a moan from you. you attempt to close your legs out of instinct, but michaels quick to pry them back open, gaze not breaking from watching you reconnect repeatedly.
hes trying so hard to keep your pleasure at the forefront of his brain, but can you blame him when he starts thrusting a little too fast, in and out of you? hes sure he'll have a chance to make it up to you later, but for right now. hes chasing the primal voice in his head thats coaxing him in and out of your tight hole.
your crys and moans are muffled in his ear as he picks up his pace, streching you fully around him each time he slams back into you.
he leans down, grip tightly on your hips, to keep you in place while he fucks you. he watched for a moment as a tear slides down your flushed cheek. as another threatens to break, his lips connect. "please dont—dont cry angel, you look so pretty, baby." he mutters.
he burrows his head in your neck. he feels your dull nails break the skin on his back, sending his cock into you.
he can feel his finish building up, you writher under him, your own release following suit.
his grip is bruising as he lifts his head to meet your hazy gaze.
"i love you—i love you y/n" he cries out, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncordinated. "s—say it back" hes practically begging.
"oh! i love you michael!."
stars flood his vision as he pushes fully into you, flooding your poor pussy. you whine out, back arching into him as you cum.
everything is damp, the lewd smell of sex in the air as you both gasp for air. he lays his head between your breasts.
the room stills for a pause.
"i meant it."
a/n:....sssooo how are we feeling....grin.
i got LOST IN THE SAUCE BROOO, euphoria finale fucked me up so bad so i had to dial in on a dead guy fucking you guys. i love the internet, and more so you guys!! thank u for the hype to get this done!!! plzplzplzplz make reqs guys I BEG I BEG IM ON MY KNEES TELL ME WHAT U WANT FROM ME FUUUHH
anyways, its late as balls, gn. and rip u know who (euphoria)
Hi! Love your work, can I have a protective Michael x Wife! Reader? Maybe an aggressive paparazzi or something?
YES!
𝑮𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑫𝒐𝒈
Michael Jackson x Wife!Reader
Synopsis: Michael was able to keep his calm when it came to most things, but when it came to your safety, he could become incredibly protective. Content: Swearing, anxiety around large crowds, someone grabs reader, Michael lowkey loses his shit, suggestive content W.C. 2.2k
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You hated large crowds, something about them made your throat close up and your heart race a million miles a minute. Unfortunately for you, your husband was like a crowd magnet. Not that he really had any control over it, but wherever he went a crowd followed. Had you not hated it, you would have found it impressive.
With his third studio album having just been released, the crowds were getting more intense. You felt like you could hardly go anywhere with him without panic rising into your chest as people quickly recognized him and hovered near the two of you.
Honestly, the worst part of it was the paparazzi. They were what gave you the hardest time, always shoving, always yelling, it made your head fuzzy. Michael knew your aversion to crowds, and he did his absolute best to keep them as contained as possible. He hired more security, he even got duplicate cars to try and throw people off. But somehow those stupid buggers with their giant flashing cameras always found you two.
Since announcing your sudden marriage to the public, the paparazzi had been trailing you specifically. They were all eager to capture photos of you alone, finding any and everything to scrutinize you. It was exhausting. You felt like you couldn't leave the ranch without fearing that you might be photographed inappropriately.
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masterlist | Thriller!Michael Jackson x fem!Reader
| Word Count: 1.7k
| CW: 18+ sexual material, making out, groping, fwb (kind of), cumming in pants, patronizing, slightly subby Michael, a bit of vitiligo and insecurity (Michael) related angst, Michael picks up reader
| Summary: Michael’s family have all left on a vacation and he’s all alone in the Hayvenhurst house. He calls up his longtime friend to hangout and she comes right away. They’re close in a way that isn’t common, but feels right to them.
︎DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction depicts a real person and a suggestive scenario. Nothing included in this story is implied to be accurate. This is a purely creative work and is not meant to offend, or make anyone uncomfortable.
With the Hayvenhurst house empty for the first time in a long time, Michael feels free. His fingers pressing hard into each key of his grand piano in the grand entrance.
Normally, Michael plays the piano with a light touch, not wanting to trigger his father of his presence. But with his father gone, he’s free to let the melodies ring throughout the house.
His mind wanders, colours and cartoon characters creating a beautiful collage behind the notes. He has no fear, and his body is finally able to relax, even on the shellacked wood of the bench he’s perched on.
The song that comes together under the pads of his fingers starts to sound like words to him. Namely, words that describe you.
He stops playing and plops his hands onto his thighs and huffs; he misses you.
It’s been nearly two weeks since he saw you, and he’s really been missing you. If it were up to him, you’d live in his bedroom with him, but he doesn’t like having you around his dad. It’s like a gut feeling.
The house is empty now, though…
Your phone rings and nearly bounces off your kitchen counter with Michael’s call, almost as if it itself was overjoyed by the number.
You groan, spitting out the toothpaste in your mouth and rushing out of the bathroom to catch that call.
“Hello?” You ask, voice a little grumbly from sleep. You clear your throat away from the receiver.
“Baby?” Michael’s soft tone greets you, a smile blooming on your face with instant recognition. “Are you busy today?”
“Michael!” You almost squeak, the gleefulness in your voice making him twist the phone cord around his index. “No, I’m not busy at all. Why?”
He smiles to himself before responding through a light laugh.
“Just wonderin’ if you wan’ed to come over,” he bites his lip before continuing. “My whole family is out of town for the next few days and I thought… sleepover?”
The nervousness in his voice makes your chest warm and you frown in a happy, sympathetic way. Always such a bundle of nerves, that one…
“Of course, sweet,” you respond kindly, already glancing to your bedroom in excitement to get a nice outfit. “I’ll be over in the hour.”
Michael’s presence always warrants a nice outfit, and you never take that for granted. You don’t get the same opportunities to dress up as he does because of all his galas and awards shows, so this is a cherished tradition.
The search doesn’t take long and you decide on something functional, yet fashionable. You got your hair professionally cut and styled yesterday, and it really boosts everything about your look. You toss on some jewelry and you’re on your way in a half hour.
Michael makes a tray of snacks for the both of you while he waits for your arrival, plating it as pretty as he can. He sighs contentedly when your knock comes just as he’s placing the platter on the coffee table. Perfect timing.
He bounds to the door and captures you with his arms. You’re locked against him, squealing as he lifts you up off the ground.
Your feet only touch the ground again so that he can grab your face in his hands and kiss you, letting it linger until it’s just smiles pressed against one another.
“You’re so touchy today, Michael,” you giggle, rubbing your hands over his tiny waist.
“Mm,” he hums, pressing his lips back to yours. “Told you, family isn’t home. Wanna be normal with you again.”
His words are mumbled into your mouth, his tongue trying to find its way in too.
“Okay— okay, baby,” you put your hands on his chest and put some space between the two of you. “Let’s get inside first, hm?”
He looks sad for a moment before his face lights up. You give him a suspicious look but before you can say anything, he’s whisking you off your feet and gathering your body in his arms.
“Oh!” You gasp, eyes wide with awe. “When did you get so strong?”
“Come on,” he rolls his eyes as he kicks the front door shut. “Gimme’ some credit; I’m still a guy.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” you assure, letting your lips press along his strong jawline. “‘Wasn’t takin’ a shot at you.”
He smiles down at you in his arms and takes you into the living room, tossing you onto the plush couch before diving onto it beside you.
“I made snacks.” He points excitedly at the charcuterie board on the table infront of you. “All your favourite things.”
“Ooo,” you pick up a finger food and pop it into your mouth. “It’s perfect. Thanks, sweet.”
He blushes at the nickname, something he’s always been sensitive to with you.
You’re his best friend and you’ve been his safe space for his entire adult life. Naturally, your relationship became almost as close as a couple. But when he finally tried to take your bra off while you guys were… cuddling, you stopped him. That led to a serious discussion about how your relationship would function.
He agreed that a girlfriend wasn’t what he needed, and you said the same. But he also mentioned that physical touch was important to him and made him feel comfortable, that he’d really miss kissing you and having free-roam access to your body.
You understood his need for intimacy, and decided to continue it even after settling on being ‘just friends’.
The relationship would be complicated to explain to anyone outside of it, but between the two of you, it was incredibly simple.
“M’glad you like it.” he smiles, and stares, his eyes going all puppy-like the longer he looks at you. “…I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”
His hand finds your forearm and rubs it kindly. He sighs softly, a little tired.
“Everything has been kind of stressful lately, and— and it’s been kind of, well, lonely…” he admits quietly. “…Do you mind if we do that thing?”
His meek request makes you frown, pulling his body to your chest on instinct.
“Yeah, we can.” You answer simply, messing with the hair by his temples as you feel his heartbeat calm against your breasts. “Right here is okay?”
He nods, trying to discreetly nuzzle his face into your barely visible cleavage. It makes you laugh softly, his neediness so sweet— hence the nickname.
Your hand slides down to his thigh, rubbing it soothingly before it works its way closer to his sensitive places. His hips nudge forward with a quiet whimper into your soft breasts, encouraging your hand to pet his inner thigh.
“Shh, baby,” you hush him, kissing the top of his head. “I’m not teasing you, you can relax.”
He visibly relaxes at your gentle words, his arms wrapping lazily around your waist. His lips start pressing kisses to the silky skin where his face has been resting. It sends a shiver down your spine.
The bulge in his pants is starting to become visible and you keep your promise, cupping your hand over his crotch and pushing your palm down slightly. He gasps and moves to tuck his now warm face into the crook of your neck.
“Been a while, hasn’t it, sweet?” You coo, almost patronizing, just the way he likes it.
He manages a pathetic nod, not daring to show his face at this point.
“I’ll take care of it,” you assure him, tucking your free hand under his chin and lifting it up to kiss him. “Do you want me to take it out?”
“No—” he almost cries. “Please, don’t.”
His reaction makes you frown.
“I won’t, Michael,” you kiss the words into his mouth. “Don’t worry.”
He smiles weakly, grateful that you’re being understanding and not asking any questions.
You squeeze his cock through his pants, swallowing his shameful little whimpers. Your thumb rubs the side of the bump, finding where his sensitive tip is to stimulate it.
His hips rut against your hand, trying to reach his climax without you ever actually making direct contact with his cock. He presses his face straight back into your boobs.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, baby,” you coo into his soft curls, smelling his girly hair products that he absolutely isn’t shy about. “All twitchy already. Let it go, sweet.”
He nearly starts crying at your kind, patronizing words, his body getting ready to release and mixing his mind up.
The come makes a small mark on his pants and he pulls one of your thighs between his legs to—shamefully— hump through his orgasm.
It’s always magical to watch him finish, like his brain is short circuiting and all he wants is to be right up against your body.
You laugh quietly into his hair and he notices it as he starts to come down. He lets go of your thigh and pouts, staring down at the new stain on his pants.
“…don’t laugh…” he mumbles, embarrassed.
“I’m not laughing at you, Michael, I promise.” You shake your head, still laughing. “I just think it’s cute. Here— c’mon, kiss me.”
You pull his face up and kiss him, powering through his pout until he melts into the kiss.
“Do you feel better?” You ask after allowing him some time to calm down.
“Yes, much better.” He smiles bashfully. “And— and I… I guess I owe you an explanation for that little outburst…”
He nervously rubs the back of his neck.
“You don’t owe me anything.” You kiss him reassuringly. “But, yeah, do you wanna talk about that?”
It’s silent for a moment, and you can tell that this is a sensitive thing for him.
“…The… vitiligo. It’s, uhm… it’s spreading.” He finally admits, averting his eyes.
“Oh,” you frown, glancing down at his crotch. “You didn’t think I’d care about that, did you?”
“No, I— I didn’t think that you’d say anything.” He rushes to reassure you. “It’s just… I haven’t gotten used to it myself yet.”
“It’s okay, baby,” you take his hand and rub your thumb on the back of it. “I can’t imagine how something like this can mess with someone’s head.”
He smiles at you, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks and pull you in for a thankful kiss.
“You’re my favourite,” he whispers. “I love you I love you I love you—”
“Okay!” You giggle, pushing him off of you to save yourself from being smothered. “I love you too, sweet.”
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A/N: this wasn’t supposed to be angsty at all but here we are… I was half asleep writing this so if it doesn’t make sense, that’s why 😭 also this is my first Michael fic so lmk if you guys want more!
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𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 |21|
Note: Y/N fanfiction
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader
Summary: Y/N is not the ideal vampire, his ambitious and dreams died years ago. But, when Wednesday Addams rolls into Nevermore, his blood craving returns. He knows the risks, but he has to know her.
Warnings: Minor but graphic violence
Jericho: Pilgrim World
Bianca and Yoko are out in the back while Wednesday is told to handle all of the German tourists that make their way inside. There's an entire colony that pours in. She purposefully let it slip that she can speak a portion of the language. And if the pilgrims want a sales pitch, she will certainly deliver one.
"Enjoy your 'authentic' pilgrim fudge made with cacao beans procured by the oppressed indigenous people of the Amazon." Wednesday says, all with a straight face. Causing all of their expressions to drop. "All proceeds go to uphold this pathetic whitewashing of American history. Also, fudge wasn't invented for another two-hundred-fifty-eight years."
Then she raises up the tray with an evil smirk. "Any takers?"
Every German shakes their head and politely declines. They all file out of the chocolate shop one at a time, right as Arlene returns from the outside. The pilgrim frowns in bewilderment. She turns her head towards Wednesday who gives her a smirk before walking into the back, now that she's done for the day.
Xavier is the only other person in the room at the time, and when she sees Wednesday with a tray still full, he shakes his head with a chuckle. "You really suck at your job."
"I am anything but an employee." Wednesday claims for the sake of her own ego, making Xavier laugh a little harder. "That aside, I need to ask you something."
Xavier looks up with a responding hum.
"What do you know about Y/N?"
Xaiver raises a confused brow. "I thought you said you weren't interested in him?"
"I'm not." Wednesday insists with a desperately stern look. "But he's been a thorn in my side that refuses to be pulled out, and the mystery surrounding him is distracting. I'd rather know who he is now than ignore him forever."
"Wow....... I mean, that's usually the reason for gossip. But nobody's actually come out and said it before." Xavier remarks, but Wednesday gives him an unamused look, to which he sighs. "I don't know what to tell you. He's been just as secretive with us. He enrolled here about, uh...... thirty years ago? Maybe longer? He was a part of the Old Nightshades before they disbanded."
Wednesday is skeptical of this, however. Not because Xavier is saying this, but because the visions and what she's seen of Y/N argue that he's been here longer than people think. Her thirsty curiosity for the vampire is only leaving her more dehydrated.
"You might want to ask Yoko, she enrolled here around the same time as he did." Xavier suggests, seeing her dissatisfied reaction. "She's technically known him the longest."
Wednesday genuinely considers that. She's only seen the female vampire in the Nightshade library, and she suspects that she's more than just a pretty face with fangs.
"Hey, is it true that you and Tyler are dating?" Xavier then brings up out of the blue, causing Wednesday to almost blink, though her eyes do twitch a little. "Rumors around Nevermore, that's all."
"What that is, is called gossip." Wednesday points out with a stern glare. "You should know better than to avoid that. But judging by your present company, I shouldn't be surprised."
Xavier ironically smiles at that, rather than the usual reaction that she gets.
"Right, well, um..... I know it's not my business. But since you seem so clearly clueless with the emotional world, I feel like I have to tell you something." Xavier states as he boldly steps closer, to which Wednesday lets him speak, especially when he looks so serious. "I don't know what you feel for who and why, but you have to make a choice. If you try juggling between the two, appeal to your sense of logic, then, well...."
He lets out a knowing sigh.
"Let's just say Y/N made the same mistake. It's why we stopped being friends."
Wednesday feels exposed as he stares at her like he knows exactly how she feels. It makes her want to be defensive, to tell him that he knows nothing. After all, she's built herself to be a deep ocean that drowns anyone foolish enough to try and swim underneath.
Before she can respond to this however, they hear the rough tapping of the window nearby. Only they are close enough to witness it.
They turn to see the wolf again, leering at them through the glass, fogging it up with it's hot breath. Xavier blinks rapidly.
"What the....?"
To the surprise of both of them, they witness with their own eyes as the wolf walks around, and in a few seconds, opens the back door on his own. Or, at least, breaks into it. Either with its claws as a lockpick or with a simple intelligent mind on how to operate human gates.
"Um....." Xavier turns to Wednesday, since she's the expert in extra-weird stuff like this. "Is this little guy yours?"
"Not exactly." Wednesday answers as she narrows her eyes at the wolf who starts growling affectionately at her again. Sounding like it's trying to tell her something.
When she hovers her hand over it, the wolf lowers its head on instinct, as if begging for pets. It at least knows to watch its nose goes this time around. She can't help but be a little more curious.
When she touches it, a grave shock suddenly hits her.
Her eyes snap back open and she sees that she's still in her pilgrim clothes. The room is familiar but drastically different in age. Or is it the same room? It's not like every pilgrim house was built in a dissimilar manner.
If she were have to guess, this is another vision from the same century.
When the front door opens, things once again begin to magically manifest inside the house. This includes her clone that shares the Addams name. She turns to see Y/N as the one that steps inside. His shoulders weigh heavily and so does his eyebrows. He grips the wooden knob tight as he slams it shut.
"You look like you tried to wrestle a cave bear." Goody comments teasingly as she turns to acknowledge his arrival as she always will, given how eternally she loves seeing his face again every single moment he's gone.
"I would've preferred that, to be honest. I would've even compelled it to tear my arm off."
Goody's eyes burrow the second she sees how uncomfortable he is. Like he wants to tell her something but is keeping it buried inside of him.
"Did that man try to harm or intimidate you?" Goody questions as she marches towards him. "I swear, let me at that man, and I will-"
"Hey, no, no, no, no, no." Y/N rapidly shakes his head, softly grabbing onto his love's shoulders before she can do anything rash. Though, that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the thought. "It's okay. It's just that........" He chuckles as he's now imagining the thought of her ripping out that tall man's hair. "Mr. Crackstone said a lot of things that made me uncomfortable that's all. But he thinks I'm a mere human refugee. He didn't do anything of the sort."
"What did he say?"
Y/N's opens his mouth only to then immediately shut it closed. He averts his gaze away from Goody, causing her to grow evermore concerned. He doesn't want to tell her of the horrid things Joseph Crackstone told him, what he is planning. He believes he's succeeded in scaring the man away from the villagers, at least for now. But he also knows that his silence is more painful than any details he can give her.
"I think....." He swallows, having a small lump in his throat. He lets go and turns his back to Goody in order to get the words out. "I think we should leave this place."
"What?" Goody blinks at him, as expected. "What do you mean, leave?"
"It means exactly as it sounds." Y/N answers as he turns back and steps towards her again. Getting close so he can look her in the eye passionately. "Remember when you told me how you were curious about the world? About why you wanted to be on that ship you found me in? Well, we could do that. There's no time like the present. As a vampire, I could... quite literally supply the journey for us. It'll be you and me, seeing the world, together."
"Are you mad?" Goody questions him, but not in an insulting way, judging by her amused smile. "I can't leave my family. They need me. And I haven't mastered my power yet."
"You can easily test your power on the road, there's more to learn about when you explore. And I've known your mother and father long enough to know how strong they are. And that they would want what's best for you." Y/N explains in order to convince her, but it's like trying to usher a stone to move. "We've been talking about this for months."
"Oh, my little wolf....." Goody whispers affectionately. She leans up and gives him a kiss that lasts for minutes. "For an undead that barely ages, you are awfully impatient. I promise, we'll soon go on that little adventure. And maybe, when we do...."
When pulls down her sleeve and teasingly shows off her naked wrist.
"I'll let you turn me~"
She kisses him again before exiting the room to take care of some other chore or another. Y/N watches her leave with heavy sorrow. His face subtly shakes and jaw clenches tightly. He rubs his eyes in case of any tears so she never sees them.
And just like that, Wednesday feels herself fading away......
She's already back in the present.
"What the heck was that?" Xavier questions the girl after seeing her head abruptly shoot up. "Was that a.....? Are you a psychic?"
Wednesday glances at him, slightly annoyed that her tiny secret has been exposed to someone she barely knows. Though, it could've been someone a lot worse. She then glances at the wolf who continues to stare at her with those loving eyes. Then, she looks at her hand, and she puts two and two together.
"It's Y/N."
"Y/N? You had a vision of Y/N?" Xavier utters as he squints at her with an amused brow. "Wow, even your psychic ability is telling you to-"
Then it hits him what she really means and he snaps his head back towards the wolf who's now rubbing the top of its head against Wednesday's leg while growling.
"Wait, this is Y/N? How?" Xavier questions her, suddenly hit with a wave of confusion. "I've never seen Yoko or the other vampires pull this kind of thing. I thought those special powers were just rumors to make Dracula seem more terrifying."
Wednesday can't help but agree with him. She's heard stories of the older vampires. How they're able to do things that moderns are now unable to do. Though, it's hard to get an exact answer as to what the origins of these Outcasts really are. If there's anything that sets them apart.
But the wolf can't give them any answers, not verbally, at least not while in this form.
They hear grumbling, snapping them out of their heavy thoughts. They turn to see the wolf standing upwards and lurching over the tray of uneaten fudge.
"Shit!" Xavier swears as the two of them have to quickly pull on both of the wolf's legs as he tries to chew up the sweets. During the altercation, the tray falls to the floor, spilling everything. "No, Y/N! Bad Y/N!"
At one point, Xavier has to literally pick everything up, put it on the tray, and put it somewhere high before the wolf eats it. Disappointed, the wolf eventually pulls away as if snapping back to its sense. Growling, embarrassed.
"You sure it's him?" Xavier asks with a raised brow. "He doesn't seem all that.... sentient."
He glances at Y/N who scratches its ear furiously like a dog.
"Guess that animal blood has gone to his brain." Wednesday guesses.
Y/N growls at the teens before it then heads towards the door, stopping to glance at Wednesday. It's waiting.
"Follow him." A feint voice whispers in Wednesday's skull. She looks around but doesn't see anyone except Xavier in the room with her. It sounds like hers, but with a slightly thicker accent. It's like hearing her conscious speaking through her stubborn shell.
"Follow." The voice insists. "He'll show you the truth."
"Wednesday?" The other psychic notices her staring at a wall. "You alright?"
"He wants me to follow him." Wednesday subconsciously relays. This at least means that Y/N got her note she had Thing send, and he's responding to her request by attempting to take the role of a guide.
"Follow? Why?" Xavier questions out loud as he paces around the room and cleans the rest of the fudge. "And how are you gonna roam around without that Arlene woman-"
He turns around and sees that they're already gone, having left the back door wide open.
Xavier drops his head with a sigh.
"Have fun, you two...."
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Jericho: Weathervane
"No, no, no! This isn't right." The angry lady waves the cup of coffee in the siren's face. "Go back and do it again!"
"But that's exactly what you asked for...." Kent testifies, extremely confused. "I even added the five human breaths."
"Well, clearly, you must have gotten something wrong. Because no way is this the pumpkin spice latte with whipped cream, two cups of cinnamon and five human breaths!" The lady rants on before shoving the cup back into his chest, causing a few droplets to splash and ruin his uniform. "Now, do it again!"
With everyone nearby now looking at them, Kent walks away with a confused daze. Although most of the people probably don't care as much, he feels like they're staring at him specifically, judging him, just for existing, and for being the Outcast with the weird fishy eyes. Tylers sees him coming back with a wet cup.
"Give me that...." Tyler requests as he holds out his hand, and the siren gives him a cup. "There's a faster way than actually going through the process of making another cup."
"Why are they like that?" Kent asks him as he points over at the very bossy woman.
"It's a power thing." Tyler explains with a shrug. "They don't get any respect at work and/or at home, so they go here where we're forced to do whatever they tell them. And forcing someone to make a coffee twice? That's like cocaine for them."
"Cocaine?" Kink blinks. "Isn't that the stuff that falls from the clouds when it's super cold?"
Tyler stops what he's doing and squints at him. "What?"
Meanwhile, Mayor Walker steps into the cafe and bakery himself. On account of noticing the principal of Nevermore Academy through the massive set of repaired glass windows.
"Principal Weems!" He approaches her with a broad smile on his face. "Well, it looks like another successful Outreach Day is upon us. And, uh.... thank you for your generous donation to my re-election campaign."
Weems whips up a fixed smile, chuckling verbally as best she can. She clicks her tongue. "Consider it a token of our ongoing cooperation."
Just then, Marylin Thornhill returns with a pink-frosted donut on a plate with flower-based sprinkles. "Apparently, Y/N is missing from the Weathervane. But so far, there have been no incidents."
"Y/N? That's strange...." Weems mutters as she rubs her chin thoughtfully. Mayor Walker squints at her, wondering if that's going to be an issue in the peace between Outcasts and Normies. "He's not known for causing trouble, but given the events that have happened recently, call Coach Vlad. He usually knows where to find him."
Thornhill nods with an obedient smile.
"Mayor Walker, I'd like you to meet Marilyn Thornhill." Weems finally decides to introduce the woman specifically to the leader of the Normie town.
"Well, the pleasure is all mine." Noble greets as he shakes the woman's hand. During which, something hits him and he squints suspiciously at first. "Hey, have we, uh..... have we met before?"
"Not officially, but I see you in here every morning." Thornhill replies calmly. "You're always tucked into that back booth when I come for my daily matcha latte."
"I knew it." Noble remarks, pointing at her with a chuckle.
"Miss Thornhill. Please keep me posted, especially about a certain pig-tailed upstart." Weems requests with a suggestive wink, to which Thornhill nods with a frown she's unable to hide.
Back to the other side of the cafe, Tyler finally hands the complicated cup of coffee back to Kent. "Here, now give it to her."
"But all you did was mix it with a spoon." Kent points out with a baffled expression, but Tyler still nods him towards the crazy woman anyway. The siren sighs before taking it and reluctantly walking back to the woman.
He silently puts the cup on the table. The woman, not even noticing that it's the same cup she spilt moments later, takes a sip without giving him so much as a glance. "Perfect. You can go now."
Kent clenches a fist, needing to resist the urge to create a scene of his own in the middle of this coffee shop. The safest he can do is let out a very strong and heavy exhale.
"Okay...."
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Jericho: Pilgrim World
Y/N and Wednesday continue sneaking/traveling around the amusement park with the wolf mostly taking the lead. Although, the Addams girl wonders if her furry companion is fully aware of where they are going. She wonders if this has anything to do with him being sensitive to human blood. Like, part of his powers that are unique to him work only half-way.
However, a small thud and tiny yelp rips through the air, making Wednesday stop in her tracks and grab onto Y/N's fur. "Stop."
The wolf immediately obliges. They turn towards source of the noise and investigate.
On the famous witch trial set, they see Lucas and his group of anti-outcast cronies have grabbed Eugene whose mouth is coated with fudge.
"Check out this greedy little freak." Jonah scolds the kid much shorter than him. Eugene attempts to escape, but the Normie kids surround him and constantly push him back into place every time he tries. "You really thought you could eat our fudge for free and get away with it?"
"My dad doesn't tolerate troublemakers like you." Lucas growls at the kid's face as he jabs a finger into his chest.
"Though, if you like it so much, we can set you up." Carter mockingly suggests as he points towards the pillory on stage. "We'll throw more fudge at you until you look a lot more like what you really are... a turd."
Eugene shudders at the lot of them. He's now cut off from the rest of the Outcasts, and it doesn't look like anyone nearby is going to help them. "Please, I need to get back to the-"
Jonah cuts him off with a rough punch to the stomach, though that ends up being a terrible mistake. The second he does, Eugene vomits a volcano of hot chocolate and vomit into the guy's face. Some of it also getting on Lucas's uniform.
"Gross, man." Carter cringes while she covers her mouth in order to hold in a laugh at his friend's expense.
"Come here!" Jonah barks at him, seething with rage. He grabs the kid roughly and is trying to force him into the pillory. "Get in there!"
Which is the last straw.
"Howdy pilgrims." Wednesday finally makes herself known to the group. The bullies look and tense up the moment they see her. However, they immediately try to fix themselves up so they can look 'potentially' threatening.
"Oh, great. Just our luck." Jonah scoffs out loud as he glares at her. "They had to bring the psychopath to volunteer at Pilgrim World."
"Let him go." Wednesday demands, with eyes that tell them that there's no room for negotiation.
The bullies laugh at her, however. "Yeah? You wanna end up in the stocks too?"
He takes a step closer, which prompts the wolf to step in with a menacing growl. It's sharp fangs and mean expression sends all three of the bullies backwards.
"Geez, what the heck is that?" Carter yelps as they flinch just from one flex of his jaws. "You brought your freaky ass pet into Pilgrim World?"
"That thing shouldn't just be roaming around here." Lucas yells at them with another point. "If that thing bites someone, I'll tell my dad! You freaks will be done for sure."
"This 'pet' can do a lot more than just bite." Wednesday claims menacingly, despite not really knowing what the wolf can actually do. Y/N adds onto this as his growls drop even lower, getting more threatening than they already were.
"You little...." Jonah growls as he looks like his primal instincts are about to kick in again. He reaches into one of the pockets of his pilgrim uniform and pulls out a sharp knife. "Let's see what it does when I rip it's jaw out!"
"Jonah, don't!" Lucas panics as he grabs his friend's shoulder.
"Back off!" Jonah barks as he shoves Lucas away, causing him to bump roughly against Carter.
Then he snaps towards the two of them with a sanguine temperament. Wednesday dodges every slash he attempts to give her, and casually knees him in the stomach without much effort. Jonah grabs at it in with a pained groan, but his rage is too strong for him to stand down.
He grabs Eugene and holds the knife against his throat. "You get the heck out of here, or I swear, I will-"
But the wolf is a lot faster than he expected. It lunges forwards and clamps its jaws against his wrist, puncturing his skin. Jonah roars in pain as the knife slips out of his hands, finally ending his psychotic temper tantrum. Eugene is able to get away.
"Bring him over here." Wednesday requests as he re-opens the pillory, looking at the wolf expectedly. Y/N pulls the bully by his wrist, bringing him to the contraption. The teeth tear into Jonah's skin as he pulls on them, forcing him to comply or else he opens a much bigger gash.
Wednesday grabs Jonah's hand and snaps two of the bully's fingers before she shoves him into the pillory and stomps on the mechanism that locks the bolts. The others jump when they hear the bones crack.
He screams in more pain as tears finally start to fall down his cheeks from his eye lids. "You two are insane! You two are freaking sadistic!"
Wednesday glances down at Y/N who has his mouth wide as if trying to grin with his bloody fangs. She can't help but smile herself, especially while looking down at the weak bully beneath her.
"I'm insulted that you didn't notice sooner."
Then she tilts her head at the other two bullies remaining. "Why are you two still here?"
The wolf growls at them menacingly, as if daring them to be next. They both look equally horrified, finally understand what kind of people they're messing with, now.
"I can't get into any more trouble with my dad." Lucas mentions to Carter with a shake of his head. "Besides, I'd rather keep all my bones intact."
He frowns at her and the wolf before the two of them reluctantly walk away without picking another fight.
"No, wait! Lucas!" The boy in the stockade angrily calls out to them before dropping his head with a defeated sigh.
Wednesday looks down at the wolf, tilting her head as she sees him in a different way this time around. This is probably the first time she's actually seen blood on Y/N's fangs, and its when he's taking the form of an animal. There might be a bit of irony in this scene.
The wolf looks up at her, panting as there's a tiny spec of crimson red on his tongue that drips onto the grass. He doesn't seem to have much thought up there, but there's no denying the admiration in his animal's eyes.
"Um.... thanks, guys." Eugene weakly utters, reminding the two of the real reason they stepped in. They stare at the poor boy, his uniform and face covered in his own vomit.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
Eugene nods with a weak groan.
They don't have much in terms of supplies, but Wednesday is able to use her bonnet plus a small handkerchief to wipe as much of the chocolate-induced vomit as possible. Though, she's had to keep the wolf back from licking the stuff off the ground.
"Nobody's stood up for me before." Eugene reveals out loud. His genuine expression makes Wednesday refrain from looking him in the eye.
"You said Hummers stick together." She says as an excuse, like it's no big deal.
"I know this might come as a shock, but I don't have any friends." Eugene confesses to Wednesday, who is actually not that surprised in the slightest. He glances at the wolf laying comfortably on the ground, growling at idle objects here and there. "So..... that's Y/N? I thought the shapeshifting thing was just a myth."
"Every Outcast seems to have a unique aspect to their basic abilities." Wednesday mentions out loud.
"I guess...." Eugene shrugs. "It's just confusing to me. I heard he controlled fish at the Poe Cup as well. So, like, what else can he do?"
That question makes Wednesday glance at the wolf who immediately notices when her eyes fall upon him. His animal pupils widening the second they make eye contact. He growls softly at her.
"I don't know."
"It seems as if something is preventing him from being the full version of what he truly is. Like, he only has half control of this form." Eugene notes, observing the animal like he does one of his bee hives. "Like he knows what he's doing, but is playing it by instinct alone."
Wednesday briefly pauses for a moment or two as she considers the way the kid phrases it, because that would also mean his first instinct as a wolf would be to stay by her side.
She tells herself that she's thinking too far into it, but her heart still beats a little bit faster.
"You remind me of my brother, sans the desire to strangle him every waking moment." Wednesday tells Eugene honestly as she disregards the dirty bonnet. Hearing this makes the younger boy smile earnestly.
Then she turns to Y/N, her determined expression compels the wolf to stand up on all of his four powers. "Now follow me. I need to know more about this Crackstone. You know where we could find clues?"
The wolf growls softly in response as he turns around and trails a certain direction, and Wednesday follows.
"Hey, Wednesday!" Eugene calls out to her really fast before she leaves. "Be careful, okay?"
Wednesday freezes for a second, sensing how real he means that. She silently nods before she and the wolf sneak away to their new destination.
The meeting house.
The door reads that the place is closed for renovation, which also means that it's obviously locked. However, this is where the wolf has taken her. And Wednesday is already suspicious, feeling like there's something more behind the building than the staff are letting on.
"This doesn't look too difficult." Wednesday claims as she pulls out a small hair pin from her inventory. "Give me a few minutes, and I'll have this-"
BANG!
Y/N forces the down open with a strict kick of his two front paws. Then he looks up at Wednesday, hoping that she's proud.
"Or we could do that." Wednesday comments sarcastically with a small sigh. "I'm sure that didn't potentially draw unwanted attention."
The wolf growls with a similar attitude as he follows her into the meeting room. A few vent-sized windows shine sunlight through. But judging by how the display cases are settled and the actual size of the meeting house, this isn't the original thing. Simply a mediocre imitation.
Soon, they stand in front of a puppet figure of Joseph Crackstone with a horribly waxed face. Y/N growls harshly, looking like he's preparing to bite it as he did the bully, but Wednesday holds him back with a small tug of his fur.
Then the wolf notices something else that makes him growl as he approaches it. Wednesday squints curiously and follows. It's a massive painting frame on the wall.
"The Old Meeting House, 1625." Wednesday reads the podium out loud, raising a brow at the wolf. "You're familiar with this."
The wolf glances at her and whimpers. This must be the date of the visions she keeps seeing. That would mean.....
"Are you...... four centuries old?"
The wolf glances down and growls sheepishly, as if implying that there might be a few more than four. Wednesday's mouth actually goes agape, as far as it can allow at least, bright white teeth showing. She feels her mind scramble as she tries to process this, but she barely can.
Wednesday should've expected this from a vampire. And yet, she's still shocked because it also means that he's supposedly been here for that long. Nevermore shouldn't have allowed a vampire to remain here for such a long time, however. There are more secrets to Y/N than she ever expected.
Before she can ask anymore question, the wolf looks up at the glowing figure of the picture and growls sharply. Wednesday can easily guess this to be Crackstone. From what little she's seen, they aren't the biggest fans of each other.
But that isn't all, Wednesday notices someone more unique amongst the crowd of what looks like spectators to a witch trial. One is looking at the viewer as if it was a picture taken by a camera. Clutching a leather book in her hands.
"Is that the girl that looks like me?" Wednesday asks Y/N with wide-eyes, even though the wolf can't verbally respond safe for growls. "I keep seeing her in my visions. And that book she has, I've seen her carrying it outside..."
She stops talking when she turns to Y/N and sees him licking the girl as if attempting to revive her from the painting itself. When that fails, he flops himself onto the ground. He's crying. Not just glassy eyes, but tears are streaking down his cheeks and ruining his fur. His cheeks flap against his face as he struggles to keep his breathing steady.
He looks up at the open window and lets out a mournful howl. His eyes are now red from the sobbing.
Wednesday is at a loss for words. It's clear to her now just how important this girl was to him. Judging by the way Y/N rests his chin against his paws, getting them wet with his tears, she's not wrong. However, it also makes her uncomfortable.
She looks over and sees the book looking exactly like the one in the painting in a display case. Since she doesn't know to comfort the wolf, she marches over and takes it in hopes of finding something satisfactory.
Codex Umbrarum. Latin for Book of Shadows.
She's excited at first until she opens it and finds every single page blank. And they all look unnaturally fresh, meaning that this is a fake. She looks in the back and finds a sticker with a barcode on it. Wednesday has no clue what this 'Etsy' is, but she's certain that it isn't an Outcast settler.
"Well, it seems that we're not going to find anything useful in here." Wednesday accepts defeat as she puts the book back where she found it with a reluctant sigh. "Come, we need to get back to Eugene before-"
She turns towards the wolf, only to see that he refuses to move. He continues to lay in front of the painting featuring Goody Addams. His eyes still red and warm, and his entire body stuck to the floor.
"Y/N, it is only a painting. And possibly a modern one at that." Wednesday mentions dismissively. She stomps over when the wolf still doesn't respond. "Come on, we have to leave before Mistress Arlene-"
The wolf snaps and growls harshly at the girl, which makes her genuinly freeze for a moment. Y/N doesn't bite her though and instead goes back to his original position. He softly howls into the dusty air.
Despite herself, Wednesday's expression softens. But she doesn't know what she's supposed to do. All she sees is someone broken, someone who doesn't have the human resistance to stop themselves from being vulnerable in front of someone else, or maybe he does it simply due to the fact that it's her.
The best thing she can possibly due is imitate the one person she currently despises at the moment, her mother. The only professional with this kind of thing.
She slowly approaches the wolf once again, causing him to sit up with a defensive growl. But she gets down on her two knees in front of him, causing him confusion.
She takes a deep breath before what she does next. She holds Y/N's face on each side with both of her hands, fingers tangling against his fur. This makes the wolf soften in front of her, heart shattered.
Then she brings her forehead against his. And now it's like they're sharing the same conscious. Y/N stops crying as his breathing steadies. The wolf feels more calm around her, faced with her surprisingly soft hands. Both of their eyes close together as they focus on only sense of feeling and touch.
This time, Wednesday sees the vision coming. So when the shock courses through her, she doesn't flinch. She keeps holding onto Y/N.
Only when the touch fades away, does she open her eyes to find herself back in 1625.
It's once again night like every other vision she's gotten of this older Jericho. However, it's a lot brighter than it should be. Then comes loud yelling, screeching, and screaming. She turns to see a crowd of people with bright torches and sharp farm tools marching down the dirt road. All followed by a very tall pilgrim.
And in the center of it, is her clone, held by sharp belts and chains.
She hears rustling in the leaves and turns to see Y/N who is watching the scene in horror.
"Goody!"
"Y/N!" The psychic cries with her hand desperately reaching out towards the vampire. "My love! It is all lies! What they're saying isn't true!"
But she can only say so little before she's silenced by the loud volume of the mob.
Y/N's eyes looking like they'll bulge right out of the sockets. He stomps towards them all with a crimson red face.
"JOSEPH CRACKSTONE!" Y/N screams the man's name with fury, causing the pilgrim to turn around. So does the others on account of hearing such a horrifying roar. "What is the meaning of this?!"
"I fear Satan's harlot hath crept unseen amongst our humble flock." Joseph regretfully informs with fake sorrow worn on his face like a mask. "Our beloved Eleanor, in her anguish and desire to cleanse her soul before God, hath confessed that she was seduced into the practice of witchcraft by the traitor Goody Addams."
He ushers the other pilgrims into the courthouse where they continue to yell wishes of death against the girl as they drag her inside.
"That is a lie and you know it!" Y/N accuses the lead pilgrim as he points an angry finger at him.
"Mayhap it is. Mayhap it is not." Joseph cryptically answers as he then steps forwards, leaning down until he's glaring deep into the vampire's eye sockets. "Yet truth mattereth little once fear hath taken root in the hearts of men. There remaineth but one path by which thy beloved may yet escape the everlasting fires beneath. Wouldst thou look upon thy beloved again? Wouldst thou spare her immortal soul from damnation? Then... thou shalt.... find... my staff."
With a flip of his cloak, his back turned to him, he then marches into the courthouse without any more words to say.
Wednesday stares at Y/N and sees him clenching a fist. The veins inside his skin darken, and his eyes change to black and red as if he's about to go on a rampage. But after a few moments, he slams his eyes shut and they return to normal. He opens his hand, which reveals a deep set of cuts on his palm from his own nails.
Because there is nothing he can do.
Already, it then all fades away. And Wednesday once again feels the warmth of Y/N's fur. The two slowly separate as if they both saw that vision together. Or the wolf simply cannot hide his sorrow. Maybe part of her hopes that he still felt a sliver of comfort in her cold palms.
Wednesday's never really seen the vampire look so vulnerable. And she doesn't know what to do with it. She lowers her hands, but Y/N still rubs his face against hers with a low growl.
And this time, she lets him without restraint.
SLAM!
Both of them snap upwards and turns towards the swinging down as Mistress Arlene stomps into the room. It seems as if someone has snitched on them.
"Just what the fudge are you doing in here, missy?!"
"Mistress Arlene!" Wednesday exclaims as she stares at her with a sassy expression "How now?"
"How now, indeed." Arlene remarks with an angry look. "The meeting house is under repair. Your Nevermore sister, the one with the eyes of a fish, warned me that thoust hithered somewhere she shan't be."
Y/N growls at the pilgrim for her loud voice towards Wednesday, causing her to take a terrified step backwards.
"What is this ugly beast?!" Arlene almost literally barks at the two of them. "You have brought prohibited and unsupervised animals into the house!"
"You misunderstand. This is my..... emotional support animal." Wednesday makes up on the spot, since she has dark and menacing creatures already in Addams manor. "The door was already unlocked and I was curious. And the display case over there was already opened."
"That book is a replica."
"You don't say."
"Jericho was only able to hold the original for five years before it was stolen by an unknown thief that was never caught." Arlene explains, causing Wednesday to glance at Y/N.
"It's probably the only authentic thing you have left in here, yet you still charge Twenty-nine, ninety-five a ticket?" Wednesday mocks without a care in the world.
"Hold thy tongue." Arlene hisses with venom laced. "I'm reassigning you and the boy whose uniform is stained to fudge-churning duty." She proclaims, hinting it to be a boring and painful task. But, it's not like Wednesday made a good saleswoman anyway. "You will-"
She is cut off by another menacing growl from Y/N, making her yelp.
"Argh! Just go! Get outta here!" Arlene squeals as she finally breaks character. "And get that little shit out of here before it tears something!"
Wednesday squints at her harsh words, but taps on Y/N's back, ushering him to follow as they finally exit the fake meeting house.
"Tell me something....." Wednesday requests as she glances down at the wolf. "You've got to know where your old meeting house is, correct?"
Y/N growls in response.
@lais-chan @needjoekeery @carnivore-spikachu @distinguishedthingcolor @jacenradio7
𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 |23|
Note: Y/N fanfiction
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader
Summary: Y/N is not the ideal vampire, his ambitious and dreams died years ago. But, when Wednesday Addams rolls into Nevermore, his blood craving returns. He knows the risks, but he has to know her.
Warnings: None
Cobham Woods: Old Jericho
Wednesday wakes up to a heavy thunderstorm, the rumbling sound breaking her out of her vision. She wakes up with a gasp, subconsciously feels her neck, but everything is back to normal. As if she wasn't even harmed. But she still remembers the Y/N that she saw in Old Jericho. The wooden stakes that impaled humans, the same way she found the impaled animals in his closet.
Everything's slowly coming together, and it's hard for her to tell if it's in a way she likes.
Seeing her shoot herself awake, Thing comes rushing over to her side. He raises his wrist, no doubt wanting to know what happened.
"T-Thing, I saw her! The girl from my visions." Wednesday is way to excited to share with him, not even caring that she's getting soaked in the rain and mud ruining her black coat. "Her name is Goody Addams, just like the portrait in Y/N's secret stash. I believe she's my ancestor from four-hundred years ago. I saw Y/N with her almost every time."
Thing taps a confused response, to which Wednesday frowns.
"I agree. He could be like the women Uncle Fester gets involved with."
Before anymore questions could be brought up about it, Wednesday hears a rough grumble coming from outside the house. The puddle near them tinkles due to a small shockwave emitting from the ground. She shares a look with Thing before standing up, now in defense mode.
She walks towards a small crack in the wall as the sound fades away. She looks through it with one eyeball, but doesn't see anything that could make a noise or frequency that rough.
"Must have been the bearded man from earlier."
At least, until the sound returns. When she looks back into the crack, she's met with a humongous eyeball staring back at her from the other side of the wall.
Wednesday flinches and steps away. Surprisingly, instead of attacking her, the monster turns around and takes off.
"Come on!" Wednesday urges Thing as she doesn't want to lose him. "Come on!"
They see unusual footprints in the mud that they follow in order to track the monster down, but it seems to be much faster than them. They don't see it anywhere, and the intensity of the rain makes it hard for them to see.
More than likely, it's already gone by this point. There's no chance they'll ever catch up to it.
But Wednesday still notices something that might be useful. There's a change of shape in the footprints. She stops and kneels down in front of the pair that match human feet compared to anything else.
"There you are!"
Thing jumps and hides in the bag. Wednesday spins herself around to see none other than Y/N L/N, back to his normal self as he stumbles towards her. His hand over his eyelids in order to block out the rain since he doesn't have any sunglasses on.
"You're human again." Wednesday notices out loud.
"Yeah, thanks to the rainclouds blocking out the sun." Y/N replies while rubbing his forehead with the other hand. "Memory's a bit blurry though. I have this weird lingering scent on my nose for some reason....."
"What are you doing here?" Wednesday asks with a small glint of suspicion in her eye.
"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" Y/N questions her, not sure where that even came from. "I lead you here, didn't I?"
"Yes, but then you left."
"And then I came back when I picked up loud growls and you gasping for air." Y/N responds as he makes sure to stop right in front of her, scanning her entire body for any injuries. Wednesday has to admit that his selective enhanced hearing is somewhat of a decent excuse. "Are you okay?"
Wednesday takes a step back when she feels like he's getting too close, causing him to raise a confused brow.
"What? What's wrong?" He asks her, which only irks her even more. He should know what has her cautious, and like every time she's asked him how old he is, he continues to play dumb. "What are you even doing? Going on a wet hike?"
"I was following the monster."
"You saw it?" Y/N utters as he looks around with alarm, then snaps his head at her with a slightly heated expression on his face. "And your first instinct was to follow it? What the hell's wrong with you? You could've died."
Wednesday gives him a weird look. "You care awfully much, you know that?"
"Yeah, and I know you really hate that, but it's one of my worst qualities." Y/N remarks without a care in the world. "Did you even learn anything here in the middle of this graveyard?"
"I did learn one thing. The monster is human." Wednesday reveals to Y/N, just to see his reaction. His eyebrows fall and he shifts into a small frown, but nothing that could be considered incriminating. "Its tracks turned from monster prints to human ones."
"Show me."
Wednesday walks back down the muddy road, but all they see now is massive flooded puddles.
"The rain washed them all away...." Wednesday mutters in disappointment.
"What about that one?" Y/N asks as he points towards somewhere on the ground.
This excites Wednesday. "Where?"
"Right there." Y/N unhelpfully adds. Wednesday has to simply follow the direction of his finger. "Right there, a little to left. Up more. Right there, right........"
Wednesday kneels down, only to find wet maple.
"Oh, sorry.... it was just a leaf." Y/N 'apologizes' with fake disappointment. Wednesday pushes herself back up and turns to give him a very unamused glare.
"Is this supposed to be funny to you?"
"Well, we are in the middle of the woods, soaked in the rain, because you thought you could use me and buildings four centuries old to get free answers from psychic visions." Y/N points out with the stupidest shit-eating grin on his face. Even with that explanation, Wednesday still doesn't find it as amusing as he does.
In fact, this only makes her even more wary of him.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Y/N asks her, finally taking the hint to drop the humor, but it's way too late for that now. "Does this have something to do with whatever you saw?"
"I now know why you've been so obsessed with me the moment you pushed me out of the way of that gargoyle." Wednesday tells him with a pointed look, and Y/N waits for the big punchline. "It's because I look like my ancestor, Goody Addams, who you were in love with."
Y/N stares at her with a blank expression for a few minutes before he drops his head with a sigh. "Well done, you cracked the case. But in case you forgot, I'm a vampire."
"Do you really think you can make me fall for you the same way Goody did? You think I can be your second chance after you betrayed my ancestor to Joseph Crackstone?" Wednesday accuses him as she takes another step back, she reaches into her coat, feeling one of her many self-defense weapons she carries. Y/N glares at her, his eyebrows lower with every question she asks. "Why did you wait three-hundred-and-seventy years before coming back to Nevermore? Have you been stalking me before then? Did you know me before then? Do you have some kind of obsession with my family?"
Y/N closes his eyes, tightly. He takes a few minutes, breathing in and out to keep his heightened emotions steady.
"First off...... ouch." Y/N finally says after five more minutes, opening his eyes to stare at her again. "Secondly, what did you see?"
"I saw Joseph Crackstone bring all of the Outcasts to the old meeting house and burn them alive, after you gave him their magical staff." Wednesday answers, making sure every word presses the vampire in some way. "Then you pulled Goody out and made her go on a ship to leave, but when she didn't, you killed her before killing the town's council."
"What?! Why would you-?" Y/N cuts himself off and rubs his face with a sharp exhale. "If this is your idea of how to play detective, you're fired."
"I eat detectives for breakfast." Wednesday remarks before her eyebrows raise. "Actually, I have an uncle who went to prison for that."
"So you can still make jokes. That's good to hear." Y/N comments before thinking his next words out very carefully. "Look, if I wanted you dead, I........ well, I would probably run as fast as I possibly can so that could never happen. But if there's one thing you should believe me on, it's that I would never do anything to hurt Goody."
"Is that so?"
"Yes." Y/N answers with a dead-serious face. He can hear the race of her heartbeat slow, if only a tiny bit. He takes the risk of taking a step closer to her. Thankfully, she doesn't back away this time, but she still looks ready to pounce if she has to.
Wednesday still doesn't trust him. It's funny how she was actually this close to letting her guard down, until the world reminded her what can happen if she lets anybody get too close. And the vampire already knows too much.
"Hey..." Y/N whispers, softly grabbing her face and tilting her head so he can look directly into those black and white eyes of hers. He was closer to her than she thought. Did she let her mind wander to far, or did he use another trick to catch her unfocused? "Look at me...."
He strokes the bottom of her chin, giving her goosebumps, and making the rain ten-times colder. "I may be a vampire, but I'm a man of my word."
Wednesday's breath stops. She never truly believed in fear until she looks into the eyes of Y/N L/N as she sees him now. After a few minutes, she breaks out of whatever hypotonic trace he put her under. She pushes him away with a scolding glare.
"Then you're a fool."
She walks away, hoping to death that he doesn't follow her.
Y/N presses his lips together before checking the time by the weather. He goes in the opposite direction. He does a sharp pull of his jacket. This time, with the sun blocked out, he can have full control with only animal blood.
And the wolf sprints down the muddy path, leaving behind footprints that easily get washed out by the rain.
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Jericho: Town Square
After drying himself down as best as he can, Y/N returns to the town of Jericho. No one's come up to him, asking where he or Wednesday went during the volunteering, but he did get one tired look from Vlad which isn't anything new. Now comes the statue dedication, but he's come across an annoying problem that's plagued him since the day he was born.
Xavier comes along and sees the guy glaring daggers at the display glass. He glances between it and him with a confused brow. "You really hate antique dresses that much?"
Y/N sighs as he finally breaks his staring contest with the glass to turn towards his friend. "I have no reflection."
"You..... you're just figuring that out?"
"What's it like?" Y/N asks him, genuinely curious. "Seeing yourself in glass casings like this one?"
"Well, you're probably better off asking someone else." Xavier answers honestly as the question itself makes him stare at his own reflection, which he can see. "Whenever I see myself in the mirror while getting ready for the Rave'N, I'm thinking....... 'man, I wish I wasn't that guy'."
"You still feel that way about yourself?" Y/N queries with a slightly disappointed look.
"I mean, not as much after winning the Poe Cup." Xavier admits. But he waves a hand around his entire face. "But, be honest, would you take a guy that looks like this seriously?"
Y/N considers that for a moment or two.
"Probably more seriously compared to-"
"Yo, dudes!" Ajax's ecstatic delivery cuts into the conversation as he rolls up, looking like he just won the lottery. "You are not going to believe what just happened to me today!"
Y/N and Xavier share a look. If it gets the Stoner this excited, then it must mean something really big for him. So they start throwing random guesses out?"
"You got sober?"
"What?" Ajax blinks at him. "No, I-"
"You upgraded to meth?"
"Your snakes died?"
"Mom finally texted back?"
"Someone pat you on the head and told you 'good job'?"
"You guys are real assholes, you know that?" Ajax mutters as he gives them a very unamused look, but other two chuckle infectiously anyway. "No, dude, I actually asked Enid out on a date."
"What?" Xavier blinks at him wildly. "Dude, you have to stop smoking pot on the job...."
"I'm being serious." Ajax insists as he lightly punches him on the shoulder, making the psychic flinch a little bit.
"Hey, ignore him. We're both happy for you, man." Y/N makes sure to tell the gorgon, letting him know that they believe him. "Just make sure you take this seriously, alright? After all, the main cause of divorce is marriage, man." He adds as a horrible impression of a Stoner.
"Where did that line come from?" Ajax asks him, oblivious. Y/N scoffs at him in response.
"Don't worry about it."
Ajax pats them both on the shoulders before walking away with the brightest expression he's ever worn, which is saying something. But as Xavier turns to the vampire, he sees him dropping his like he was only wearing a mask for him.
"Hey...." Xavier pats him on the arm, not liking the way he's staring at the wet street. "Why do you look so depressed? You're not happy for him?"
"No, it's just....." Y/N shakes his head, but he can't get the proper words out, so all that comes out is a tired sigh.
Xavier squints at him, confused, until he looks over where the band is going to sit and sees Wednesday giving him unfriendly glances a few dozen feet away.
"Oh...." Is all he can really say once it clicks into place for him. He can't help but stare at Y/N with a teasing smirk. "Yeah, that makes a lot more sense."
Y/N rolls his eyes, hating that darn look he's giving him. He knows he shouldn't let it bother him this much, and yet here he is, right before he's supposed to play a musical for a bunch of nobodies. "Please, don't get involved....."
"Too late." Xavier instantly responds as he walks off anyway, looking like he's about to start something he can't finish. Y/N sighs again as he rubs his face, irritated.
He looks over and sees Kent leaning behind the bleachers. He's still reading that silly magazine he gave him.
"Hey, man. What are you doing?"
"Oh, u-uh......" Kent stutters and quickly hides the magazine, trying and failing to pretend that it isn't even there. "Nothing."
Seeing his very unconvinced face, however, the siren immediately gives up with a defeated sigh and he pulls it back out. "Look, I was just-"
"You want my advice?" Y/N asks him, now that he can finally talk back to him. "Find something that you're really good at and stick with it. It may seem pointless as first, especially if it's just a hobby, but it goes a long way. Trust me."
Kent hums as he glances down, processing that in his head. "Okay, but what if I'm only good at something like, acting in p-"
"Okay, I'm gonna stop you there, because I can't answer that question for you." Y/N cuts him off with a raised hand. He lightly smacks on the magazine itself as an example. "Just one thing, that's it."
Then he walks away and leaves him be. He doesn't want to say too much or else he'll start looking like a hero. And the last thing he wants is for Kent to see him that way.
Meanwhile, Xavier Thorpe approaches Wednesday as she's being coerced into setting up her cello near the band members. It's hard to tell what she's feeling with such a blank expression, but he can see a few more rough spots in those brows.
"I heard you disappeared from Pilgrim World."
Wednesday stops what she's doing and turns around. When she sees that it's him, she relaxes only a little bit. "I left that place while my sanity was still intact."
Xavier softly chuckles in response, knowing how that feels since he was one of the few working there. He glances back over at the vampire as he stands in a shaded place, adjusting his sunglasses, before he asks her a specific question. "Anything happen between you and Y/N?"
Wednesday stops and gives him a pointed look. "Why? Did he tell you?"
"No, not at all. That's why I'm asking you." Xavier answers with blunt honesty. "There's a 'bear' killing people and he's my friend. I have a feeling I already know what it's about, but I want to hear it from you first."
"It's none of your business."
"It had something to do with your psychic visions, didn't it?" Xavier guesses with a knowing look. He sees the way Wednesday averts her eyes like she's afraid of being exposed, which makes him think he's on the right track. "When did they start?"
Wednesday hesitates for a minute or two, but eventually answers. "About a year ago. When they happen, it feels like I'm touching live wire..... I usually enjoy that sensation."
"Yeah, but you can't control it and that freaks you out." Xavier points out as if he's a shrink. Wednesday gives him the kind of glance that's unhappy about him trying to examine her character like he already knows her. "Kind of like how Y/N freaks you because you know all this personal stuff about him, right?"
"Did you know that he's actually over four-hundred years old?" Wednesday shares with her fellow psychic. Xavier blinks at her as he looks back at Y/N again. "He was here back when Joseph Crackstone and his pilgrims arrived. He looked the same as he does now, minus the attractive haircut."
"Okay, so he ages slower than most vampires." Xavier accepts with a nonchalant shrug that genuinely shocks the girl. "So what?"
"He sold out the other villages to the pilgrims just so he could save my ancestor, Goody Addams, who he was in love with." Wednesday continues on, thinking that he'll have a lot to consider once she finishes her testimony. "But when she failed to recuperate his feelings, she was just another body to him. Then when she was gone, he moved on to the rest of the pilgrims."
"Yeah, the Jericho massacre, we've all read about that. It's what made Crackstone the martyr so his very name could help build the town." Xavier mentions in acknowledgement, but he still waves off the way she phrases it. "I had those visions as well."
Wednesday squints at him. "You did?"
"Yeah, that's honestly the real reason why I tried avoiding him at first, especially when he started getting close with my now ex-girlfriend. And if you told me all this weeks ago, I probably would've agreed with you that he needs to be watched with both eyes open." Xavier admits, but there's something different about him now. "But after he helped me win the Poe Cup, I think I can tell you that you're only focusing on what's on the surface."
"If that's all it took to convince you, then you're soft and weak, just like my brother." Wednesday tells him with a scolding look. "He once believed this girl he liked when she asked him to the prom. It was only a trap for the kids to tie him up and dump every worst possible substance on him. Of course, I did something far worse."
"Alright, you don't like trusting other people because other people usually hate you, hint taken." Xavier lets her have that. It's not really what he wants to talk about anyway. "You know, my dad's a psychic."
"Vincent Thorpe." Wednesday immediately name drops, fully aware of who and what he is. "My brother's his number one fan. Watched his Vegas Special so many times I'm surprised it's not imprinted on his eyeballs."
"So, I lived with a self-described master." Xavier points out, though he doesn't sound proud about sharing that last name. "And the first thing he'll tell you is that psychic visions can't be trusted. They only show you one part of the picture."
"I saw Y/N in the past as clearly as I'm seeing you now." Wednesday insists passionately. "He impaled the pilgrims through massive wooden stakes and then ripped my ancestor's heart out of her chest."
"Did he? Or did you only see the aftermath of a bloody massacre?" Xavier questions her, making sure she actually saw the entire scene, given how fast-paced visions play out. "Even if what you're saying is true, and maybe it is because that sounds screwed up, what makes you think it has anything to do with what's going on?"
"You mean the bodies being mutilated in the woods, body parts going missing? How he immediately got an attraction towards me just because I look like Goody?" Wednesday points out, making Xavier drop his head with a sigh. "You saw Rowan's drawing. Crackstone was standing in the quad. And why would Y/N avoid getting involved in the Poe Cup for so long if not because it involved celebrating his worst enemy?"
"You're creating a story in your head and using visions to back it up. They're telling you what you want to see."
"Are you mansplaining my power?"
Xavier snorts and shrugs. "All I'm saying is my dad, the expert, would warn you that psychic ability isn't routed in logic. It's triggered by emotions." He tells Wednesday before giving her a certain look. "And let's be honest, emotion isn't exactly your strong suit."
"Hey....." Y/N ends up stepping into the conversation, out of all people. He sees the way Wednesday is already glaring at him and Xavier looking unnaturally awkward. "Sorry to interrupt, but can I borrow the girl in black and white for a second?"
"Yeah, sure." Xavier nods as he quickly walks away, looking somewhat anxious.
Y/N looks at Wednesday with a face that's hard to read. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
"I thought I made it pretty clear earlier that I didn't want to be a mirror for you to play with."
At first, it seems like it's just irritation and distrust behind those eyes. But there's something else under the wet jelly casing...... fear. Genuine fear, not the kind that fiction believes is screaming and running away. It makes Y/N heart break, seeing that. But he can't really blame her for it.
"That's not........ just answer me this." Y/N lets out a sharp exhale as he grabs Wednesday's arm and drags her farther away from the square where it's a guarantee that even other vampires can't hear them. "Do you know what it's like to hang yourself with a noose, just so you could feel the pressure around your lungs? And then you pull yourself out at the very last second? But you still feel it wrapped tight around your muscle for two whole hours before it eventually fades away?"
Wednesday stares at him blankly.
"Right, dumb question." Y/N nods as he waves his hands. That sounds good enough for him. "The point is, that is what I want to do every time I see that damn statue."
He's obviously referring to the one in the middle of the square, resembling Joseph Crackstone. The bronze casting him in such a heroic light. Wednesday wishes she couldn't feel the same way, but she does.
"That man brought every single Outcast to the old meeting house and burned them alive. Not because he thought it was 'the will of God' but because he was a sadistic asshole."
"You mean the Outcasts that you sold out?"
"And that's why I'm so pissed!" Y/N exclaims as he looks into her eyes pleadingly. "Is it true that you got expelled from your last school because you killed one boy and circumcised the other?"
"I killed and circumcised both." Wednesday corrects him. "But continue."
"Do you have any of those, um........." Y/N makes a weird face as he struggles to get it out. "Do you have anything like that?"
"Assuming I was thinking the same thing you were because this involves my ancestor....." Wednesday crosses her arms with a stern look. "Why would I want to help you?"
"You wouldn't." Y/N acknowledges, considering what just happened back in the woods. He drops his hands with a defeated. "Fine, forget I asked. Let the people of Jericho celebrate their founding father."
He puts his hands in his pockets and beings to walk away, knowing that there's no way Wednesday would ever want to associate herself with him now.
"Wait."
Y/N stops and turns around with a raised brow. He can see Wednesday looking down with the most irritated expression she's ever worn. But after some heavy consideration, she knows there's nothing she can do to resist the temptation. "Follow me."
The vampire's lips curl upwards as he willingly follows her into an interesting looking store known for fireworks.
An hour later, everyone has finally arrived for the dedication. News press have gathered around the square. Students are sitting in the bleachers, besides the one that are going to be participating. The band is ready. The ice cream vendor is there, and important town members sit together in specific chairs next to the statue. Y/N and Wednesday are also in their place, waiting boredly with the violin/cello in their hands.
"Thank you! Thank you!" Noble Walker jogs over to the front of the podium, with Larissa Weems right next to them. Both of them have the same plastic smile/grin on their faces, with the same kind of business in mind. "It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone."
He gestures towards the statue itself. There's a small pause as everyone gets to stare at it for a couple minutes before he continues.
Wednesday glances over at Thing and gives him the signal with a firm nod. The hand gives a thumbs up before crawling around the bleachers.
"Now, he believed that with a happy heart and open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve." Noble claims as he speaks into the microphone as if he believes it. But part of Y/N thinks otherwise. "So together as one, our community and our friends at Nevermore Academy, we've built a monument to celebrate his memory."
Sheriff Galpin notices that the man in front of him has already passed out, snoring like a hog. And he can deeply relate.
"Now, may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone be memorialized for eternity!" Noble concludes with his winning smile still on. He gives one point to the band and they, plus Y/N and Wednesday, begin playing.
It's a peppy arrangement of Don't Stop, but thankfully for Wednesday and Y/N, it's not going to last for very long.
Then comes the press taking pictures of Principal Weems and Mayor Walker as the latter presses the big red button that activates the fountain the Crackstone statue is built on top of.
Under the bleachers, Thing finally makes it to the end of a trail of fuse. He lights up a match and drops it onto the very tip, lighting the whole thing up. It goes from there to the fountain itself. It almost catches the vendor between the legs. By the time anyone everyone notices the sparks, it sets off the water and a big explosion goes off.
The crowd screams and panics as it combusts into something of a Hellfire that burns Joseph Crackstone alive like the very pits of Hell he preaches against. Everyone takes off in fear, except for the old man who is still sleeping, even as the stage he's on starts catching on fire. Police desperately try to usher everyone to flee in a safe manner, but it is absolute chaos.
Y/N subconsciously jumps as well, because it is still fire. But, as he hears Wednesday switch to more agitated notes, he turns to see the most deliciously delighted smirk on her face.
And he would be lying if he said he didn't feel the same way. She then switches the song to something that compliments the new atmosphere, and Y/N follows her lead. Their violin and cello duet takes over the square.
Donovan jumps up and immediately sees who's responsible for this mess. Between the both of them, he stares at Wednesday unsurprised.
Noble watches the scene from behind a van in bewilderment. Weems grips the bleachers tight as she glares at them.
"Do those fairies normally come out of explosions?" Ajax whimpers as he and the Nightshades desperately hide behind one of the cars.
Xavier watches the two with a shake of his head and a sigh. "Why am I not surprised it's their fault?"
"I think this is a sign." Kent utters out loud as he goes back to what Y/N told him before. "I think my one thing is Arson."
Divina gives him a look before jabbing him in the stomach. "Shut up, you idiot!"
"It's so beautiful......" Yoko utters in awe. "Of course, it would be even better if it was a person in the burning bull rather than a statue."
Bianca scoffs. "Of course, you are enjoying this."
"And you aren't?" Yoko asks her knowingly. "With Y/N over there?"
Bianca bobs her head with a responding hum, not exactly arguing with her.
Marylin Thornhill reacts almost exactly as most people are at the moment. Nothing super original.
Coach Vlad shows...... literally no reaction. He just stares at it with his hands behind his back.
Tyler also comes running upon seeing the explosion. He easily spots Wednesday and Y/N having their duet with undeniable passion.
The vampire expected something different. But instead, Tyler is smiling at them. No, scratch that, he's grinning at the sight. Compared to the almost everyone else, he's one of the few actually enjoying the show. He even leans against the bleachers to see the entire performance.
And soon, Joseph Crackstone is pulled back down into the depths of Hell.
The only thing that will be remembered for eternity is the moment when his statue was melted down into liquid bronze.
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