Hello May i have a m! Wednesday x reader, where he is giving his partner kisses on their face but his partner keeps laughs because his hair keeps tickling them.
Hellish Mornings
Fandom: The Addams Family
Pairing: Male!Wednesday Addams x Reader
Warnings: Slightly out-of-character Wednesday.
Author's Note: Wednesday and reader are aged up in this- same as previous fic. Can yall think of nicknames for Wednesday too? I have nothing.
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Wednesday has always been the early riser in the relationship. No matter what, he’s the one to be up early, running around the house before your alarm has even gone off.
And sometimes, it’s nice- he’s waiting for you almost every morning, leaning against the kitchen counter with coffee and a kiss ready. Or he’ll still be in bed, holding you close as he traces every inch of your skin with his eyes as he waits for your stunning eyes to flutter open.
But other times, it gets on your nerves. Like today.
It was going to be a rushed morning, and you knew that. You had to get to work early for a huge presentation, and Wednesday had an appointment accidentally scheduled an hour earlier. You were both dreading it, but at the same time, you knew Wednesays’ habit of rising early would make things a lot easier.
And it was, it definitely was. Just not in the way you had imagined it to be.
Your alarm goes off at an ungodly hour. The sharp ringing sends you into a murderous mindset, and as the day’s upcoming events come back to mind, you’re about ready to start a war. But you hold yourself back, instead choosing to roll over and shut the very, very annoying wake-up call off. And you would’ve popped out of bed, but two long arms stretch out and yank you right back into bed.
“Stay,” Wednesday murmurs into your hair once you’re back in his arms.
“Baby, are you feeling okay? Why aren’t you up?” You question, slightly shocked that your boyfriend isn’t fully awake.
“I’m perfectly fine. I just don’t want you going into today with that murderous glint in your eyes.”
A smile starts to grow on your face. “I thought you liked that look.”
“I do,” Wednesday groans. “I do. But to not have time to enjoy it thoroughly would be hell.”
“Then I’ll save it for tonight,” You whisper. He groans, this time louder, but moves on fairly quickly.
“I’ll live,” Wednesday whispers back, leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips. He kisses you once more, drawing it out before pulling back and moving up your face. He continues his attack, his hair slowly moving into your space and brushing against you. It’s cute- until it starts to tickle.
“Babe-” you laugh, cutting off your sentence. Wednesday immediately backs up, but before he can question what’s wrong, you run your fingers through his lengthy hair.
“Your hair,” you breathe. “It is way too long for it not to tickle while we’re making out.”
Wednesday sighs in relief. “I’ll get it cut soon. In the meantime,” he leans back in, covering you in kisses as his hair drapes over you once more.
And you can’t help it- you start to laugh, harder than before. He backs up once more, rolling his eyes in faked exasperation before fully rising from the bed.
“Well, since you can’t handle my hair, we’ll get up. Time to face this hellish day, my love.”
And as you both ready yourselves for the day, nothing else is said, but in the back of your minds:
It’s slightly less hellish with you.
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