#wendsday

[liquidsnace]

CANON(ish)

[casualshardlegion]

[mizis11]

Hello, Im new :), 🐝❤️⚡️

[weirdkidsalty25]

Wednesday, trying to write, but Weems distracting her.

Weems: Are you sure you dont like her? You two are awfully close...

Wednesday: Im straight.

Weems: Hm. What do bees make?

Wednesday: Honey?

Enid, parking up from her bed: Whats up?

Wednesday: 😶

Weems: 🤨🤗

( idea from @breawycker :3 )

[gossipbitchhh]

I saw ur looking for requests :)) I had an idea of Isaac x Morticias younger sister reader? Maybe theyre dating and shes kind of like in a way like super devoted. Like follows him around like a lost puppy and all (kind of harley quinn and joker but less toxic💔)

I hope it makes sense cause this is all i can think about

WRECK IT!

@soldatslove Hiii tysmm for the rec :)) I hope you like it. I took some creative liberties 🤭 I had fun researching about the 90's tho. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!

Words: 2.7k

Pairing: Isaac Night x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None, they're just both unhinged and stalkers. Also this is through the reader's POV so it's pretty biased

Taglist is opened!! :)

This is my first fanfic and english isn't my first language so be nice!

PART 2

Boring. Repetitive. Empty. That’s how your days felt at home. With your two sisters, Morticia and Ophelia, Mama was already plenty busy, yet you always tried to be perfect for her, with, most of the time, no avail. Not like she cared, she was too busy psychologically torturing other businessmen. Being a Frump wasn’t easy, and as a raven, the best discipline was expected from you to control your powers. Aside from that, you lost hours in your thoughts, daydreaming about having fun or anything interesting happening that wasn’t related to your family or your powers, the need to control your visions and your emotions, blah, blah, blah… You dreamed about new people, friends, getting into a fight, training a zombie to kill your enemies, anything… It’s funny how anyone would assume having cool superpowers would make your life somewhat interesting, well not in your case. You were homeschooled most of your life (freak), and your neighbours didn’t look at you since you brought your favourite snack to a potluck (frozen, sweet, dead rats). So the best part of the day was renting DVDs to watch in your room and imagine your life if you were in the movies.

That was until Mama finally deemed you ready to join Nevermore, the academy both of your sisters were in. Morticia named herself your guide, because apparently you needed her to show you around and watch over you. You started hanging out with her and Gomez, who you had already met when he visited your house last summer (when Mama wasn’t there of course). Nevermore was fun but you still felt kind of out of place. Sure, you got along with your classmates,but you weren’t friends with them. You didn’t really get most of the stuff they were talking about, like their favourite songs, but you did enjoy humming All Around the World in the shower since the girl sitting next to you in biology class lent you a CD. Nevermore was better than home, but there was still something missing. Well, there was only one thing to do, keep listening to your classmate’s Mixtape on your discman. You struggled to put the CD in while holding your bag, if you recalled correctly, you stopped at Vogu- … Before you had the time to finish your thought, you bumped into someone and fell to the ground with the disc, the guy responsible for your fall was tall and had curly, pulled back hair. He didn’t fall with you, just huffed at you and stomped right on your CD as he kept walking. You quickly reached for the disc to see if it was damaged, once you saw it didn’t seem broken, you processed what just happened. What a stupid cunt. It was love at first sight.

He seemed to have moved on fast, but you didn’t. The next two weeks, your mind was invaded by him, especially when you were walking around Nevermore or laying on the fresh grass. You kept trying to casually run into him again, but you couldn’t find him anywhere, that was until you went to knock on Gomez’s door while looking for Morticia and you saw him storming out. You quickly forgot about your sister and interrogated Gomez about him.

“Oh yeah that was Isaac, my roommate. Why? You like him?”

Soon you found out more about him, and you stalked him just a little: he was a Da Vinci, he had a sister named Francoise who studied at Nevermore too, he spent most of his time in his dorm or in his lab in Iago Tower, he was the most brilliant guy ever and he crafted his own heart! He was also a total cunt. But you didn’t mind. Gomez, being the noisy brother in law he is, quickly got you to meet Isaac by inviting you to have lunch with them and Morticia. It was pretty awkward from the outside, Isaac didn’t care or look at you, he just sighed and corrected Gomez every once in a while.

“Qid est nomen tibi? That means-”

“Well actually, Gomez, it’s pronounced Quid.”

Morticia rolled her eyes. You just kept staring at him, you could look at him all day, even when he was raising his finger to correct Gomez or to scratch his nose. He was new but familiar at the same time.

“I just don’t understand what you see in him!” Morticia was at it again.

“And I don’t understand why you feel the need to eat your boyfriend’s face in public every five minutes."

“Listen, I’m just trying to look out for you, this guy is weird. I don’t know what you and Gomez see in him, but he’s just… I don’t know. I mean, aside from the fact that he’s terribly full of himself, something feels… off about him. You can trust me on that, I’m a dove.” You rolled your eyes. “You should know better…or at least know I know better!”

But you didn’t know better. So you kept stalking him just a bit. Soon you were spying on him, camping in front of his lab waiting for him to come out. He never even talked or looked in your direction, but you still had hopes, high hopes.Until one day… You were casually passing by and saw Francoise, his sister, bringing him a snack. You were dedicated when it mattered so you quietly took note. You passed through the cold hallways of Nevermore late at night towards his lab, the only warmth coming from the plate you were holding. You sat on the hard floor and felt your eyes fluttering shut. The sound of a door opening quickly rose you back to your feet as you saw Isaac, disheveled and tired coming out of the lab.

“Hey Isaac! That’s for you!” You practically shoved the plate in his face.

At first he didn’t react, but then he looked down at the plate and his face shifted to almost concern.

“Were you spying on me again!?”

“You noticed! Let me introduce myself properly, my name is-”

“I know who you are.” Your heart started beating faster. “God, find yourself a hobby this is getting pathetic.” Oh. “Creep.” And with that, he left (with the plate).

After that day, things started to change, Isaac was now visibly aware of your presence, you would feel invisible hands pushing you off as you passed by, your books would magically fall from your locker when you opened it, when you washed your hands in the hallway’s bathroom, the sink’s water would splash at you, your lunch would magically throw itself at your face… In a way, it was like he was stalking you too. It felt warm and cozy to feel a presence often looking after you. That was a great change from your home and your first month at Nevermore, for once, you felt fuzzy and warm, like you actually mattered. But, for some reason unknown to you, he started locking the door to his lab, you would never sneak in! One day, out of offense more than anything, you hammered on his door. It took twenty minutes for him to open the door.

“What. Do. You. Want.”

“Why did you lock the door!?”

“To keep you out maybe?”

“Oh so you think I’d sneak in, really? You think I have nothing better to do!?”

“Pretty much, yeah…”

“Well, I was just trying to be nice, to get to know you! God forbid a girl takes interest in someone!”

“You stalked me!”

“Because I’m too shy to talk to you, duh! And don’t act like you weren’t following me around too, I wasn’t even “stalking” you when you threw my lunch at me today. You took the initiative to spy on me and waste a perfectly good sandwich! And this morning, you waited for me to leave my room to make me trip!”

“...”

“I was just trying to help you fit in and have a friend other than Gomez, since you never socialize, but you’re a lost cause.”

“I engage in plenty of daily human interactions!” There was a silence, you couldn’t believe it, maybe it was time to give up.

“You want to help me?” He flicked his wrist and you heard something falling.

“What?”

“Do you want to help me, yes or no?”

“...Yeah!”

“Okay then, come in.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, maybe it wasn’t a lost cause! As you walked in, you were amazed by the lively state of the lab: machines were humming, smoke was coming out, it smelled like oil but also like something was burning but also like dust, wood and metal. Almost the whole room was adorned by little and big bronze machines. It all reeked of genius. Yet another confirmation that it was meant to be.

“I’m building a machine, humanity depends on it.”

“Woah…”

“You said you wanted to help…”

“Yes.”

“My screwdriver fell out the window, it’s on the border of the tower’s wall. Go take a look.”

You obeyed and looked down the window, as he said, a little screwdriver was lodged right under the window, on a piece of brick coming out of the wall.

“Go get it.”

“Wha-”

“Go get it. Humanity depends on it.”

“Can’t you get another one?”

“No. Help me and go get it.”

“Okay…”

You passed your head through the window and bent over to try and reach the screwdriver. As your hand grabbed it, you felt your body losing balance, or did it? You couldn’t really stop and ponder about it, you were falling out of the window. You wanted to scream, but you were paralyzed by fear and the feeling of your body falling faster and faster. You could see the trees, all beautifully orange, you looked up and saw Isaac, just staring at you through the window. As you started replaying your whole life in your head and getting closer to the ground,you felt yourself being lifted back towards the window, it was…pleasant. When your feet landed safely on the lab’s floor, Isaac snatched the screwdriver, that you somehow kept holding during the fall, from your hands and finished crafting a little box. The song I’ve Been Thinking About You played when he pressed a button.

“Francoise is gonna love this.” he muttered.

“Isaac-” Only then he seemed to remember your presence, once again, you felt yourself being lifted, this time towards the exit. Before you could react, you were literally thrown out of the room and the door slammed shut. While you were rolling down the stairs, you remembered the little smile he had when he saw his invention come to life, so dreamy… What a cunt though.

Nevermore was beautiful during the fall, it felt cozy but dark, and there was a nice breeze. You opened your locker, it smelled like your favourite perfume and surprisingly, no book attacked you. You sighed, you weren’t about to give up now, you were gonna get him, one day. Yes, Morticia thought it was dumb but what would she know? She was always used to having things going the way they should without a problem. You, on the other hand, knew how to fight for what mattered. Just as you swore you would keep going, you heard Gomez’s voice, and when you turned around, you saw Isaac walking with him. Gomez quickly noticed you and called you over.

“Hey Gomez! Hey Isaac…” you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

“Oh god! I just remembered I gotta go tell Tish about…what happened yesterday.” Gomez winked at you.

“Okay, okay, go find Cara mia.” he pinched your nose and hurried away. Isaac, who hadn’t reacted to the exchange, started walking again, and naturally, you followed him.

“Hey, so I just wanted to make one thing clear, I’m not a stalker and my interest for you is due to purely respectful reasons.”

“How about you stop your nonsense and find me a lab rat.”

“Wha-”

“I need it before 8 tonight.” he walked away.

“Sure! I can do that!”

You couldn’t do that. You looked everywhere but you couldn’t find any damn rat in any hallway or kitchen. It was like the new headmaster finally did something about the rodents lurking around or like someone was luring them away from you. Finally, you accepted the truth, you had no choice but to borrow Morticia’s pet rat. You rushed to her dorm, you knew she was on a date with Gomez tonight. You sneaked in and you could hear Larissa showering in the bathroom, so you operated quickly. You carefully took Salem in your hand and ran away. It was 7: 48, 12 minutes left. You ran up the stairs, Salem was squeaking as you tried to soothe her. At 7: 58, you banged on the lab’s door, panting. Isaac opened it and rolled his eyes, looking as bitchy as ever.

“You did it…”

“You’re not gonna hurt her right?”

“No, it's a social experiment.” you were confused but still nodded.

“Okay, good…” He took Salem and examined her.

“This is a rattus rattus. I needed a rattus norvegicus but I guess that’ll do.” He slammed the door shut. Again. Before you could bang on it, you heard a dainty cough, it was Morticia.

Isaac somehow knew you snuck in the dorm and told your dear sister about it. Honestly, you didn’t do anything wrong, if anything were to happen to Salem, you would’ve replaced her, Morticia’s rat had already been replaced 7 times and she never noticed, last time being because it lost a fight to another rat. Luckily, Morticia wasn’t too vengeful, she only stole your things from time to time to show you how it feels when “one´s private belongings are disrespected and appropriated” especially in favour of a “musty guy”. You were now sitting on a bench, doodling away, when someone sat next to you.

“Hi Isaac!”

“Let’s make a deal.”

“Oh-”

“You must’ve heard about the science competition in two weeks. Obviously, I’m participating. So, there’s my proposition: if you win I’ll let you keep following me around. But if I win, you’ll have to do something for me, deal?”

This was a win-win situation, right? As long as he didn’t ask you to leave him alone. You started with a disadvantage, since Isaac started working on his invention way before you, but what wouldn’t you do for him. For the next 13 days, you really tried as hard as you could, you tried to make a single wheel you could ride, a hat-tissue box, glasses to lay down… but nothing would beat whatever Isaac was doing. You were slowly losing your mind, thinking hard about what you could possibly do. Then you faced it: science wasn’t your passion, and you could never beat the most brilliant guy who ever existed in Nevermore in two weeks. That deal was so unfair! But you had to win. Anything to win…

The inventions were all in the science classroom, they would be transported to Nevermore’s main hall tomorrow. You crocheted the door, a skill Gomez taught you, and slowly stepped in the classroom. After taking a second to breathe in the smell of the wood, you searched for his invention, you asked your brother in law, without explaining why, about it and apparently, Isaac was gonna present a little telephone that could make calls where you could also see the other person. You finally found it, it was inside a box under a veil, the name Isaac written on a paper on the table. You opened the box, it was like a Motorola MicroTac, but with a bigger screen and a little camera above it. Everything he made was amazing, revolutionary, groundbreaking… But you had to do it. You slowly lifted the bat you were carrying with you…

Today was the big day, you got dressed and put extra care in your appearance. You headed towards the hall and walked to the little stand with your name on it.The other students’ inventions were pretty creative. There was a nose wiper, a two meter long straw, a fake volcano that could glow in the dark… nothing that could beat Isaac of course.He was rolling his eyes at everyone and smirking when his eyes locked on yours. Then it was his turn, he lifted the veil, opened the box and…

“What!?” The judge quietly took notes. “Someone broke it!”

“I’m sorry Mr.Night, unless you have another copy of it, we will count this as your contribution to the science fair.”

“But-”

He froze when you lifted your own veil. You were great at investigating, so you knew that every Thursday, Isaac visited his sister instead of slaving away on his gadgets. Obviously, you took the opportunity to borrow something from him in his lab. Everyone gasped and cheered when you demonstrated “your” contribution. It was a watch that you could also use as a phone. Isaac seemed very obsessed with communication devices lately, you wondered why. Speaking of which, he was staring at you while you received your medal. You winked.

AN: Soooo, this is gonna be a 3 parts fanfic (I think). In the next part they'll be dating! It's gonna be more similar to the rec. Isaac isn't gonna avoid reader like the plague and there's gonna be some character development in the next chapters!

[just-zy]

She who fell in silence (l)

pairing: Wednesday Addams x FemReader!

summary: After the bitter loss for Crackstone and ultimate triumph for Nevermore. Wednesday felt so out of place, and she failed to recognize the reasoning behind it—but in the end, she awakened to reasons to stay.

A/N: been a while.. change of aesthetic?? y'all likeyy?? ooc wednesday, (weds pov, buttt the half bit's on thirdpov, js a little mix if y'all don't mind).

Warnings!: literally nothing other than my writing, per usual, again ooc wednesday.. (y'all can tell me if there are warnings I should put up!) inaccurate versions of fallen angels, keep in mind that idk what the heck im doing, js use ur imaginations its fine!

wc: 2.6k

part 2 || Masterlist

Ever since Nevermore, ever since I've been held captive here it's all been nothing but a nuisance.

My cello wasn't helping me relieve tension as much as it did then, Thing and Enid were becoming unbearable with every passing second, I had no objection since, but change is inevitable.

I heavily sighed as I combed my bangs with my fingers, inhaling deeply as I felt my fingers soak in sweat, but the wind was further from being warm enough for me to be drenching so much.

Decompressing was all I've done this weekend, and it wasn't working, not a shred was. A trip to Jericho didn't suffice, nor did aiding Eugene with his bees, even with Enid's banters—it all ended with a bittersweet taste on the tip of my tongue.

These things didn't always feel so critical to me, not after defeating Crackstone. This extends beyond that, that I required a departure, for no more than a single night. It was all too ineffable, too complex.

I took ahold of my sweater, not sparing any glances on the confused looks thrown at me. All sensations merged into a formless mist, I didn't care what they'd told me before I had closed the door, about my safety, was it?

Death trembles in my presence.

Somehow, a part of me was torn away from me the night I defeated Crackstone. And it eludes my grasp that missing piece that's slowly killing me.

It unsettled me profoundly, vague and smudged, uncertain, like an aspect of my being was divided—slowly succumbing to the depths of hell.

I wasn't aware of my surroundings as I should've been, which resulted in me being in this peculiar encounter.

"What's a girl like you doing here, out in the cold?"

What seemed to be a girl my age—too nosy for her own good, stood tall and mighty by the tree's branch, clothing all in pitch black. It peaked my interest on how out of the ordinary this interaction is. It's uncanny, as though this experience echoes a distant reverie. But, that interest didn't linger much further, the girl looked harmless after all. I scoffed and turned to leave to take another route away from this girl, not one bit was I threatened nor invested by some lunatic perched atop a tree's log.

"Hey, I asked you a question."

"My presence here is entirely unrelated to you." Letting out an annoyed huff, I exhaled sharply in irritation. "At least share your name with me?" I don't need to double-take, her voice was devoid of warmth, at that I almost pitied her.

Almost.

So much for a night stroll.

_

"Wednesday, where have you been?! We were worried sick!"

I hum, not daring to spare them even just an ounce of an empathetic glance. "You could've been really hurt back there." Enid presses while trying to make eye contact with me, failing miserably. "I don't need you mothering me, Sinclair. I possess the ability to manage independently."

I huffed in annoyance, how come I've defeated Crackstone and still have worried remarks thrown my way? I am an Addams.

"We're just looking out for you. You haven't been yourself lately, you've been brooding and grumpy at everything, every time! And that's a bad thing, for me and Thing, at least.. As your roomie slash bestie, I'll be on edge. Let me care for you, Wednesday."

Exhausting, each day mirrored the one before, an endless repetition. I thrived for the thrill of mystery and gore, now I rot in my room thinking I could solve everything all in one night, it's so blood curling as I appear unable to make any meaningful advancements.

Now all I want to do is leave this wretched town and never come back, ever again.

"If you'd thought of caring for me for a minute, I would prefer if you stopped reiterating the same concerns, it's infuriating me." Stepping away from Enid, I took off my sweater and placed it somewhere on my bed that I didn't care enough to look, then groggily made my way to my desk.

"Wed—!"

"It's my writing time, silence would much be preferred at the moment." I still devoted myself into my writing time, even when I've had my time today, I still had this itch to write more, to express everything all over again.

I heard Enid huff and puff while fixing herself to her bed, I quietly sighed as I began typing away from the essence of existence, onto the vision I've created.

_

Time seemed to be keen on agitating me every passing second, it was like watching paint dry and my patience were gnawing thin.

I wasn't always favourable of learning something in class that I already knew the answers to, what I needed was to explore myself more, every inch and ounce of emotion radiating off of me was becoming unbearable.

Whilst the forest became some place I tend to visit often, I can't help but feel a sense that I was being watched every time I step foot in that godforsaken woodland. I was too guarded not to notice, but why was it that I felt wary when in results I'd see nothing out of the ordinary.

Each night afforded me the opportunity for reflection, it was all in the grasp of my hands, however tonight, I was unable to fully analyse my thoughts, something was pulling me back. Perhaps it was the lack of emotion on putting up with the people that shows that they care about me. That somehow, they hoped in someway, I changed.

Tonight, is different. The moon's gleaming light, the wind's embrace, all seen and felt in one night. While the wolves howled and growled, with the owls coos and the leaves' soft rustling.

I felt indifferent, but that didn't last, an unsettling emotion inside of me growing at a pace I can't keep up with.

Werewolves.

Unfortunately, I failed to register it sooner. Tonight's full moon.

However, before I could turn and break into a sprint, a werewolf twice my size gallops right in front of me, its razor-sharp teeth glossing, waiting to gnaw at something.

Not a minute to waste, the howler lunged itself towards me, but before it could've marked it's territory with mauling me to death, a figure appeared right at the last second, then I felt myself being lifted up from the scene unfolding.

The scent of my saviour, the caress of their hair down to my neck. My eyes sealed shut as I felt a soft impact with the ground, which, not at all felt like the ground.

"You can open your eyes now." Their voice sounds... familiar?

I made a sharp sudden glance, tilting my head lightly, it was that girl. And, against all odds, we were lodged high in the branches of a tree. I stepped to the side and held on the tree with my right hand for support.

She lets go of me and cheekily smiles at me, she was taller than I anticipated. "You're welcome."

"I had no intention of inquiring about your rescue." I say with a huff. And suddenly, the realization finally struck. "You. You've been the one stalking me like some madman, weren't you?"

She hummed with amusement and enthusiasm, "Mhm! And I'm glad I did, you should be glad too—"

"Get me down. Now." Initially, I would've been curious to how we got into such a position, but it died down quickly realising how childish this psycho actually is.

She took ahold of both my wrist and led them to grab onto her shoulders, her hands finding it's way onto my hips, but before I could protest, I felt a gush of wind suddenly making me hold onto her tighter.

Perhaps it was the dark that really blinded me to who or what was in front of me.

She looked...

"You're surprisingly weightless.. You.. can let go now."

I cleared my throat and jolted away from the feathered girl, she had gloves on—almost seemed as if she didn't plan on having much contact with anybody.

She looked rather divine under the moon's gaze if you'd really give the time to view such-

"Do you, uhm... want me to accompany you back?"

I lightly huffed, seeing how nervous she seemed, says so much.

How coy, with what seemed like a winged beast however, only merely a voice soft as a whisper, like a shadow that invites the chase.

But I showed no interest, I spun my heel, quietly but quickly making my way back in the school grounds.

I hear soft crunches of leaves trailing behind me. "You know, it's impolite to have a girl ask questions and not be answered a second time."

"I've been made aware." I shiver from the cold breeze, gritting my teeth as I shove my hands into my hoodie's pockets. I feel a presence, or rather a wing luming over me. I furrowed my brows as I turned my head towards the girl.

"You're cold, are you not? The heat of my wings can help you." She lightly says, with her hands tucked away from behind her.

"I'm Y/N by the way."

I wanted to be cautious and guarded, I did. But, maybe this was something, for a moment that could help me feel at ease, that didn't immediately send me spiraling.

I felt my lips, faintly upturn. And this time, I didn't try to stop it.

. . .

Much to my demise, I find myself intrigued and rather impatient. That I had the need to get into that woodland again. To see that dreadwing.

But to my dismay, I didn't feel any eyes luming over me. A possibility, she may have finally found the forest depressing and uninteresting.

I decided to walk around the woods, to seek out answers and to loosen up. Yet, in the past hour, I have been reduced to nothing but unease and clammy hands.

Whatever parasite that's crawling in my skin right now is, I'm finding it unpleasant. I express this with the utmost conviction.

The walk back to the school grounds felt heavy, and wet, considering the weather wasn't too favourable of me tonight. I huffed as I felt my soggy socks up to my core, to my teeth.

I feel agitated, about everything. And my clothes sticking too much into me isn't helping.

It only took a mere sharp turn for me to start erupting, an obnoxious outcast is in my way.

I let out a grunt, as I was taken aback.

"I urge you to move, you imbecile." I grumbled out and heaved while I shut my eyes, I couldn't grasp what was tormenting me. It's too cold out, thus I couldn't think with precision. I scoffed, ready to snark out petty remarks, but..

There Y/N was, in a black and white nevermore uniform much like mine with her black silked gloves on, her brows furrowed, her black flowy wings twitching subtly, as if dumbfounded she'd met me this way.

Why is she in a nevermore uniform?

"You attend Nevermore?"

I stood, stunned. Mistakenly asking without the intention of actually knowing if she does or not.

Like a child who just got offered candy, her eyes lit up, seemingly excited somebody's finally asked her.

She hummed and nodded in agreement. "I just enrolled, someone showed me around, and! while I wore my uniform! looks good doesn't it?"

"Morbid."

"You say that like we aren't wearing the same ones."

Rolling my eyes, I sighed and continued my walk to my dormitory, leaving the dumbfounded girl alone, while my chest caved in as my heart wrenched itself free.

I am experiencing heightened emotions, perhaps it was the weather with its frivolity, and these obnoxious clothes embedding itself on me.

_

The next day didn't guarantee that undying pleased emotion that bugged me the moment my eyes opened. If anything, it's intolerably provoking.

There that walking bird was, walting through the door whilst the class was just about to start, the way these misfits didn't dare miss a second to gawk. As if, profane and profuse envy.

Perhaps resentment, with the way her wings perfectly harmonise every aspect of her being, who wouldn't envy such wings? Desires dressed in bitterness.

"Is this seat taken?"

I lightly tilted my head towards her, a piercing look staring right at her. But, she didn't seem fazed, I scoffed and turned my attention back to my textbook, hearing the girl softly titter, and the chair beside me scraping.

Throughout the lesson, I couldn't help but inspect her further from my visual periphery, with the sound of her feathers lightly ruffling, how her finger taps impatiently on the desk, how her eyes roam through every bit and particle in the room, how her skin looked so fascinatingly soft and smooth-

"Hey, can you teach me more about botany after class ends?"

I subtly shook my head, my wandering mind leaving a shiver to my nape.

I readjust on my seat, while I feel eyes lingering on me.

"No."

My brows twitched in amusement, and my lips itching to let out a sigh. On my peripheral vision, she wore the expression of a puppy caught mid-mischief, scolded but still stubborn.

Class ended, but this bird didn't seem to take the hint.

"Come on, please? You're the only person I know here! And I-"

"Would you just still your tongue." I grumbled out such displeasure. I always take into account of the times I've been in a moment of dissatisfaction, but this was breaking my sanity, too much.

_

Things were a little under the weather for Wednesday, it had been a week since you had asked her for botany notes and such.

After you asked, you didn't bother asking again, instead, you began asking Bianca Barclay herself, asked if she had extra time for tutoring you. And that's what set Wednesday ablaze.

She disliked every passing second she'd seen you with Bianca, laughing and giggling, walking to class together. She didn't understand how one mere tutor could lead to that. She loathed it.

"Howdy Roomie!" Enid skips and squeaks while calling out for Wednesday, the raven haired girl only letting out a grumble.

"Well someone here woke up on the wrong side of the bed, what's got your mind tied up in a knot?" She snickers while already knowing the answer. "Hmm, maybe a certain black winged beaut can help you out?—"

"You clearly don't know what you're saying. I'm fine, and I don't need anybody's help."

No. She didn't take a tolerable liking towards you, not ever.

"Fine, just don't say I didn't tell you so!"

Before Wednesday quipped a remark, Enid's already strutted herself away from her. She scoffed and began turning to leave, but abruptly halts when she hears you laughing just inches away from her, she glances up and sees you with that loathsome siren. Again.

The ache in her heart couldn't find the reason why. Why every time you pass by her with your welcoming grin would send her knees to buckle, why each time you tear your lingering gaze away from her and towards that siren, the smug look she receives from Barclay without fail, makes her blood curl. The way Bianca swiftly hooks her hand to your forearm, taunting her, ridiculously excruciating—due to the fact that you didn't give enough effort to push her away.

Well that was what Wednesday felt, yet she didn't dare speak a word.

Yet, your concerned gaze goes unnoticed by the Addams. Too busy understanding something much more complex, some thing she wants to annihilate to bits.

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A/N: not proofread idk im too lazy and its too long, deleting ts if i can't get a second or even a third part out LMAOO ts hs been in my drafts for MONTHS.

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This comic is shitty but I just wanted a “good ending” for the eraserhead baby

(Yes I know I spelled some shit wrong I made this at like 2 am over spring break)

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