Everyone But Her Pt.33

everyone but her pt.33

Summary: You're angry. You're angry, and Wednesday doesn't know how to help you. At least she's not afraid to look for outside help.

Word Count: 4.1k Warnings: swearing, mentions of murder, mentions of abuse Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (everyone but her Masterlist)

You had been particularly irate after seeing Marcus and Kristi on the television a few weeks ago. And unlike most of your usual bouts of anger, Wednesday couldn’t fix this one. She had done her best to help, to find things for you to do, to distract you. None of it worked.

Her attempts to keep you busy in the apartment had been a bust. She had gone out and bought more furniture, all of which needed to be put together by hand. Once you had gotten home from work one evening, she had asked for your assistance, to which your scowl had dropped for a second and she had almost seen you smile. But unfortunately, you helped create furniture for a living, and what was supposed to be a long distraction ended up taking only a singular weekend.

Then she had asked you to have a "movie marathon," or at least that's what Ajax had called it. All of your favourite movies, one right after the other with the only exceptions being class or work. It seemed to ease your irritation for the most part, but once the movies were over, so was your peace.

More than once Wednesday had even asked you to teach her how to cook. It was a failed endeavour from start to finish. But her pride could look past her embarrassment when she heard you laugh at yet another failed attempt at cooking something so simple. Your laugh was such a beautiful sound, and she would decimate a hundred meals if it meant she could hear you laugh.

However, even that plan eventually fell short when you no longer found the time to teach, instead opting to do it yourself before she got home for class or even going so far as to skip meals entirely. She had only attempted to bring it up to you once before you immediately shut her down. It was a mindless decision not to bring it up again.

Which left her with her current predicament; how to help ease you back into a calm that was sustainable.

When you practically stormed out of the apartment once again, Wednesday realised she was unaware of what to do. It was an odd feeling. To not have any indication or clue as to what would help you. There was something unsettling about it, and more than once she found herself getting increasingly frustrated right alongside you, though for different reasons.

It only took a few moments to make sure you weren’t coming back before Wednesday, with gritted teeth, pulled out the family crystal ball. It had been a long while since she had used it, in fact you had used it far more often to talk with Pugsley. Why you wanted to talk with him, she had no idea, but you did. Which left her in the uncomfortable position she was currently in.

“Hello, darling,” Mother answered almost immediately. “How is school?”

“It’s going well,” Wednesday answered.

“And how is Y/N?” She asked.

Wednesday hesitated. “That’s precisely why I’m calling.”

“I knew you would eventually,” Mother said with a kind smile. “Pugsley mentioned she has been unusually agitated the past few calls.”

“And he would know?” Wednesday asked with a barely concealed scoff.

“Yes he would,” Mother said. “They play some sort of game together every week.”

Wednesday’s eyes fell to the side. Yes, she supposed you did usually play a game with Pugsley when you were on a call. She couldn’t recall what it was called, but it was clearly something you got excited about. More than once she could hear you shouting or cheering or complaining about something. In actuality, she was more surprised you had gotten Pugsley in on your technology craze.

“How can I help you, dear?” Mother asked, pulling her gaze back to the crystal ball. “There will be no judgement.”

As if that was what Wednesday was concerned about.

“I’m unsure of how to help,” she finally said. “The usual distractions no longer work.” Mother waited silently. “Seeing her so tormented is-” she exhaled deeply “-not enjoyable.”

“What have you tried so far?” Mother asked.

Wednesday sighed before going into excruciating detail about everything she had tried. Mother listened politely, nodding when appropriate and asking clarifying questions when necessary. It was infuriating how understanding she was being. Wednesday almost wished she would refuse to listen. At least then she would be warranted in her frustration.

“And this all occurred after her parents appeared on the news?” Mother asked. Wednesday nodded. “Have you asked what she needs?”

“I-” Wednesday quickly closed her mouth. She would rather die than answer that question.

“You cannot know it all, darling,” Mother said simply. “Through no fault of your own, of course.”

Wednesday remained silent even as her face started to heat up.

“Communication is far more important than figuring it out on your own,” Mother continued. “You are incredibly intelligent, Wednesday, but sometimes the easy way is the smartest way.”

“You ask Father those things as well?” Wednesday asked. If her face got any hotter she fully believed she would explode.

“And he asks me,” she said with a nod. “There’s no shame in it.”

“I see,” was all Wednesday had to say in reply.

“Ask,” Mother said with yet another smile that made her skin crawl. “If that doesn’t work, I would love to help you come up with something else.”

“That seems acceptable,” Wednesday said, her brows pinching together. “Thank you, mother.”

“Of course, darling,” Mother said. “Now, tell me about everything else.”

—---

“You seem tense.”

“No shit, Shaun,” you grumbled as you continued to pace the floor. You rolled your shoulders a few times to relieve the pressure near your wings; it didn’t work.

“Why don’t you take a seat and tell me about it,” Shaun said in his overly-understanding-therapist tone.

You hated this. You hated calling him, hated making appointments, hated being in the fucking room with him. No one else had to go to therapy for all of their problems. Why did you have to go? If anyone should be in therapy, it was Enid. You had met her mother, you knew the hell she put up with on a regular basis.

Actually, maybe you should recommend therapy to her, it would probably help.

“Y/N?”

He was looking at you like you were some sort of lost cause.

With a sharp exhale through your nose, you resigned yourself to sitting down in the chair across from Shaun’s. At least it was a comfortable armchair. You pulled your knees up and wrapped your arms around them; he could make you sit, but he couldn’t tell you how to sit. If you were going to be forced to bare your soul then you were going to be comfortable.

“What’s your anger metre at right now?” Shaun asked once you had stopped fidgeting.

You shrugged.

“Do you talk to Wednesday about your anger?” He asked instead.

“Not anymore,” you said. Suddenly, you couldn’t meet his eyes anymore.

“Is there a specific reason?” He leaned back in his own chair.

“This isn’t couples counseling,” you said quickly. “Don’t bring her into this.”

“You brought her into it, Y/N,” Shaun said. “As your girlfriend, isn’t she automatically involved?”

“Ask a different question,” you said, a little quieter.

“Okay,” he said with a few nods of his head. “How did it make you feel to see your parents on the news?”

“Ask a different different question,” you huffed instantly.

“Clearly that’s what’s upsetting you,” he said, “so we should talk about it.”

Damn him for being right. It was no wonder people hated therapy; it sucked. You didn’t want to talk about them. They didn’t deserve to be talked about. Nicky had tried so hard to keep their negative memory out of your head, and now Shaun wanted you to unpack it? No, just the thought made your skin crawl.

You hated them. And it made you sick that you hated them. Why would they make you do that? They were your parents. Why would they make you hate them? Shouldn't they be desperate for your love too? It shouldn't be just you.

But it was.

"I don't like seeing them," you said softly.

"Why not?" Shaun asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

"They only show up when I'm getting better," you said with a sniffle. "Maybe that's what their Outcast ability is; impeccable timing."

"You feel like their appearance sets you back in your healing journey," he said.

"Don't make it sound so… pathetic," you said, your nose scrunched as you leaned back in your chair. "It just pisses me off, that's all."

"Right," he said with a small smile. "My mistake."

"Listen," you said. You let go of your legs and your feet touched down on the ground. "Just tell me I'm crazy, give me some homework, and let me go back home."

"You think that would make you feel better?"

"No," you said. "But I need some genuine comfort, and I'll be honest Shaun, you're not giving it to me."

"You want Wednesday," he said with a single raised brow.

It wasn't a question, and you both knew it. Wednesday was becoming a crutch for you to ignore everything. Not that it was her fault, and no one was blaming her for it. But it wasn't fair to her. No one was perfect, but she didn't deserve to become a crutch for something you couldn't even talk to her about.

"I want Wednesday," you confirmed with a nod.

"Then I've got homework for you," Shaun said as he stood up from his chair. You quickly followed suit. "Ask her if there's a day in the week that you can have an emotional talk, and tell her one thing about your parents."

"What if I don't want to talk about them?" You asked.

"Just one thing," he reiterated. "Big, small, it doesn't matter, but say one thing. It will open the door without overwhelming either one of you."

"Your homework sucks," you said.

"I know," he replied with a smile. “Now get home, I’ll see you again next week.”

“I think you just want to get rid of me,” you said even as you walked out of the door.

“Good night, Y/N,” Shaun said.

“Night,” you answered with a wave over your shoulder.

It thankfully wasn’t too late in the evening for you to be walking home. Sure, it was starting to get cold, but it was nice. The cold never hit you quite as hard as everyone else; maybe it was just because of your hot blooded nature. Or stubborn, Yoko had told you that one before too. Whatever the case, the temperature was actually quite lovely and was making for a wonderful walk home. It gave you plenty of time to think.

Maybe talking with Wednesday wouldn’t be as devastating as you worried it would be. After all, she had told you that you could. The only thing she asked for was a bit of preemptive warning so she could prepare to react properly. You could do that, it would give you time to mentally prepare as well. It wouldn’t do either of you any good to both freak out about the talk.

Although knowing your luck, that was probably exactly what would happen.

But aside from that, you could see how it would benefit you both to talk about it. You could get a bit of it off your shoulders, and she could learn a bit more about your past. Your pace slowed as you thought about that. What if she felt you had kept things from her? Or that you had lied about your past by not telling her anything? Oh, you hoped not. You had only just fully remembered it, it wasn’t your fault-

“-Y/N Smith?”

“You can talk to my lawyer,” you said before you even finished turning around.

Except you weren’t met with police officers like you usually were. No, you were met with two people that you had only met once, but you would never forget their faces. They had been present at the funeral. They had been witness to your assault on your father.

They knew your Nicky.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Casey said with a charming smile. Was that something Nicky had liked about them?

“I live here,” was all you said.

“Going to school?” They asked. Devon was too busy scuffing their shoes against the sidewalk to chime in.

“No I-” you inhaled deeply, “-Wednesday is,” you said. “I’m just working.”

“That must be nice.”

“I guess,” you huffed. “What are you two doing here?”

“Oh,” Casey said with a quiet exhale and a smile. “We work here too. I’m working on my doctorates and this one-” they nudged Devon, “-is about to graduate from the police academy.”

“Oh,” you said as your smile fell. “The Academy, huh?”

Finally Devon looked up to meet your eyes. “Your name has circulated,” they said, voice far deeper than you had been expecting. More gruff. It reminded you a bit of Enid’s brothers, actually.

“I’m sure it has,” you mumbled to yourself.

“I’m sorry,” Casey said with a humourless chuckle, “we’re keeping you out late.”

“It’s fine,” you said with a dismissive wave, “I was just heading home.”

“Let me give you my number,” they said as they pulled out their own phone, “and we can meet for coffee or something.”

You looked down at the phone in their hand and froze. Memories of the funeral flashed through your mind like a slideshow put on fast forward. You knew nothing of these two. For all you knew, they could have been lying about being Nicky’s partners. No proof, no Nicky, nothing.

But there was no proof of the opposite either.

“Yeah, okay,” you said, shaking your head and digging for your own phone. You switched the phones and put each number in. “Might as well,” you mumbled when you took your phone back.

“We’ll be in touch,” Casey said with a smile and a nod in your direction.

“Sure,” you said with your own tight-lipped smile.

“We’ll let you get home,” they said. “Stay safe.”

“And out of trouble,” Devon chimed in.

“You too,” you said with a halfhearted wave as you started walking backwards. “Night.”

“Good night,” they both said before starting their own walk in the opposite direction.

The entire walk home suddenly became more of a struggle than a relaxing trip. The weather was no longer enjoyable, it was suffocating. Your wings strained against the harness in a desperate attempt to take you far away from whatever predicament you had gotten yourself stuck in. How were you going to go have coffee with your late brother’s partners that you hadn’t even known had existed until he had passed? How fucked up was that?

So fucked up, in fact, that you didn’t even remember the rest of the walk to the apartment. You didn’t recall passing anyone, unlocking the door, or even re-locking it and sitting down on the couch. The last thing you remembered was passing the little cafe a few blocks down and then… you were on your couch.

It had been a while since your last blackout. The accompanying migraine was just gravy.

“Oh.” You turned to see Wednesday standing in the doorway between your room and the common room. “I didn’t hear you return.”

“I didn’t either,” you mumbled. The couch shifted underneath you as you stood up. “Do anything productive today?”

“I believe so,” she said while following you into the kitchen. “I talked with Mother.”

“Oh?” You asked. You peered your head into the fridge and frowned; it was time for a grocery run.

“How can I help ease your anxiety?”

“Wh-” your head hit the top of the fridge, “-ouch.” You pulled away completely before standing up, rubbing the now sore spot on the top of your head. “Say again?”

Wednesday quickly opened the freezer and pulled out an ice pack, placing it gently on your head. “What can I do to ease some of your anxiety?”

There was a gentleness in her eyes that she normally kept reserved. You knew Wednesday cared greatly for her friends and family and loved ones. She just didn’t show it like most people; she showed it more in the subtle actions or how she phrased things to avoid hurting someone’s feelings. It was a delicate care, one that more often than not went unnoticed. But you all had learned how to see them.

This was more overt. There was an incredibly visible softness around her eyes, a lack of worry lines or that furrow between her brows. Not that it was your main focus, how could you focus on those things when she was looking at you with those stunning eyes of hers? No, focus, she was asking you something serious.

“I don’t-” you huffed, “-why are you asking?”

Wednesday raised a single brow. “Mother said if I wished to help you properly, I should ask you what would help.” She sighed. “So what would help?”

“I don’t- I don’t know,” you admitted as your shoulders slumped. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” she said with a single nod. “How was your day?”

“You remember those two dudes I bummed a smoke off of at the funeral?” You asked. Wednesday nodded once. “Bumped into them on the walk home.”

“That’s quite the coincidence,” she said. You both started moving back to the common room; dinner would have to be takeout again.

“Said we should catch up over coffee some time,” you continued as you practically fell to the couch. Wednesday was quick to follow, basically landing on your lap. Before she had the chance to move, you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Is that something you would be interested in doing?” She asked as she grabbed the remote and put something on TV. Neither one of you knew what it was, but that was okay. It didn’t matter anyway.

“I don’t know,” you huffed. “I feel like Nicky lied to me about a lot. They might know a few answers.”

“Do you truly wish to know those answers?”

You exhaled slowly and stared at the TV. That was a pretty damn good question, and you weren’t sure you knew. There was no doubt some of the answers would just make you more angry, like why he had lied to you about them in the first place or why he had suppressed everything. You didn’t want to be angry with him, not when he couldn’t even defend himself.

But there was also the possibility it would give you some peace and clarity. Maybe you could find out why he did some things and you could forgive him for it. You were still furious that he had meddled in your head without permission. No one had permission to be in your head, it was your only safe place. But surely there had been a good reason.

Right?

“I don’t know,” you finally said softly.

The cold touch of Wednesday’s hand on your jaw sent a slight shiver down your spine. She pulled your jaw until you were looking at her, directly at her. Just her touch alone was enough to send your pulse skyrocketing, rushing loudly in your ears until it was all you could hear. It was humiliating.

Your gaze flickered down to her lips only once before she got the hint and pulled you into a kiss. It felt subdued, like she was holding something back. But it also felt gentle, like she was afraid she would break you. Maybe she would. You would have been okay with breaking if it was at her hand.

Her fingers tightened on your jaw, keeping you completely still. It told you everything you needed to know about her current mood; she was in control. She shifted in your arms, moving until she was straddling your lap. It hadn’t taken very long for you to realise it was one of her preferred positions, and you certainly weren’t complaining. As long as she was in your arms, you were happy.

Your own hands tightened around her waist when she nipped at your bottom lip. It was almost painful, but wonderfully so. A beautiful feeling that stopped all thoughts in your head and left you with nothing but ragged breath and a racing heart. There was nothing more you wanted than to just feel her-

“-We ask for anyone with knowledge of the crime to come forward.”

“For fuck’s sake,” you groaned when you heard Marcus’ voice.

Wednesday turned slightly to see the TV and frowned. “I don’t believe I turned on the news.”

“You didn’t,” you grumbled. One arm held her tightly around her waist while you shifted around, digging in the couch for the remote. That you had sat on. “But we really need to stop leaving this on the couch.”

“Malcolm's family is holding another vigil this weekend,” Kristi said. “We encourage you all to come and pay your respects to a brave man.”

“I think I remember him,” you mumbled as you continued to watch the screen.

Wednesday stayed silent. A stock photo of Malcolm appeared on the screen, dressed to the nines. Probably a work photo, you thought to yourself. His face was worn and old, and white, but you vaguely remembered him. Surely there had been one instance where you had met him. If Marcus knew him, then there was no doubt he had come to the house at least once.

Ah.

“Yeah,” you said with a nod of your head. “He brought me and Nicky some comic books one day when he came over to work on a case with dad.” The title tasted bitter in your mouth. “Told us if we stayed out of trouble, he would bring us some more.”

“Did you stay out of trouble?” Wednesday asked.

You scoffed. “Of course not.” She almost smiled. “We tried to throw the comics like frisbees and broke a vase.”

“So no more comics?” She asked with the most adorable smirk.

“No more anything,” you chuckled, “we were grounded for three weeks.”

“If you have any knowledge of the crime, please, report it to the police immediately,” Marcus said. Begged. It was nice to see him begging for once.

Make him beg some more.

“Are you alright?” Wednesday asked, her hand on your jaw pulling your face away from the TV and directly to her.

“Yeah,” you said as you focused on unclenching your jaw. “I’m okay.”

“Do you need anything?” She asked.

You leaned forward until you could kiss her, which she quickly reciprocated. It was answer enough.

The door of your apartment flew open right as your hands slipped under Wednesday’s shirt. You both turned to see Ash and Bianca walking in; Bianca’s shirt looked… familiar?

“Did you see the news?” Ash asked.

“Didn’t your momma teach you to knock?” You asked back.

“We have seen Y/N’s parents, yes,” Wednesday answered.

“No, they think they finally have a lead for those frat boys,” Bianca said.

Both of them came to sit on the couch, completely ignoring the fact that you still had your hands up Wednesday’s shirt. Your cheeks flushed when they sat beside you, but that embarrassment quickly turned to frustration. They had their own apartments for a reason.

“Why are you two together anyway?” You asked.

“Hush,” Ash said while Wednesday changed the channel to the local news station.

“The medical examiner has come to the conclusion that the wounds were inflicted by the claws of a werewolf,” the police chief said. “If any of you know of a werewolf that was present at the fraternity party on New Year’s Eve, please let officers know.”

“A werewolf?” You asked. “That doesn’t sound right.”

“It wasn’t even a full moon,” Wednesday said.

“Think they’re looking for a scapegoat?” Ash asked.

“Better keep a leash on Enid,” Bianca said. “They’ll look for any excuse to lock someone up.”

“Yeah they-” you stopped when you saw Ash’s fingers lock with Bianca’s. “-What’s that?”

All three girls looked at you before following your eyes.

“Um-”

“-Don’t get mad-”

“-What do you mean?”

All three of them looked guilty.

“Well,” Bianca said with a huff before standing up and pulling Ash with her, “that was all we had to show you.”

“Bye!” Ash called as they both rushed out of the apartment.

“Get back here!” You shouted. “I’m not done with you yet!”

They quickly shut the door behind them.

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everyone but her pt.30

Summary: You're determined to prove to Wednesday that you're better than Joel. Is it in a way she understands? Probably not, but you're no quitter

Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: swearing, paintball guns, Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (everyone but her Masterlist) A/N: I'm taking a bit of creative liberty with the wolfing out thing just because it suits my needs, so don't come at me for it

“Do we have to keep him around?” You groaned as you sat down in the booth beside Wednesday.

“We kept you around,” she said without bothering to look up from her book.

It wasn’t like she needed to; she knew who you were talking about and what you were insinuating. You had been doing it for weeks. Although Wednesday didn’t quite understand why you had such an issue with Joel; she had chosen you, had she not? And she had no issue with Ash, so why had you been so upset? If you would just open up then she would comprehend your apprehension.

“That’s harsh,” you whispered. “You keep me around because you like me.”

“I would go so far as to say love,” she said while turning the page.

You stiffened beside her. “You would?”

Wednesday exhaled slowly and turned her head to look at you. The winter had been harsh on you, both physically and mentally. You looked worn and ragged and on edge. A few more feathers than usual had fallen out of your wings over the weeks and you couldn’t quit picking at them; a habit she knew you used to have when you got anxious. Everyone had believed you to have grown out of it, but the past few weeks had proven them wrong.

And now you were looking at her with crinkles around your eyes and the smallest smile on your lips.

“You know I do,” she said with a tilt of her head.

“I would like to hear you say it again though,” you said softly.

You were rather impossible, weren’t you?

“I keep you around because I tolerate you,” she said simply, instantly turning back to the book that she 

“Oh you’re a dick,” you grumbled as you let yourself fall back against the back of the booth. “If you don’t tell me you love me, I’m tripping your boy toy.”

“Your threats are empty,” Wednesday said. “And I don’t reward bad behaviour.”

“I don’t need to be rewarded,” you huffed. “I’m not Enid.”

The pout on your lips was rather adorable, Wednesday wouldn’t deny it. Not that she would ever let you know, of course, but it was. It was the small moments like this that gave her hope that you would get better. Of course you still had your bad days, and you were still going through a hard time with all the talks with the police, but you were getting there. There was hope.

“Oh Jesus christ,” you mumbled when Joel sat down opposite you both at the booth.

“Here you both are,” he said quietly as he slid coffee toward you and Wednesday, leaving his own in front of him. “Vastly different tastes.”

“And that matters why?” You asked, taking the coffee anyway.

“Behave,” Wednesday whispered to you before looking at Joel. “Thank you.”

Thankfully, you did exactly as Wednesday had instructed. You stayed nice and silent as she studied with Joel, going over more than what was required. Meanwhile you sat beside her, your hand resting on her knee under the table. Good little bird, she thought when she looked over and saw you drinking your coffee and playing some silly little game on your phone. Were those chickens?

Throughout the study session, you got up and got everyone, including Joel, some more coffee three times. The first two times were perfectly acceptable, you made hers exactly how she preferred it. Even Joel’s had been made to order, including the small amount of sugar and cream necessary. His third cup was less than satisfactory.

“This tastes incredibly sweet,” he said with a small grimace once he set the cup back down.

“Let me see,” you said, immediately reaching over and grabbing his cup.

Without warning, you brought it to your lips and took a deep drink. Wednesday had to fight her own impulse to smile at the look of shock and disgust on Joel’s face. She would admit, not many people could handle your eccentricities, especially those that hadn’t known you for long. You had very few mundane cares in life, and spreading your germs was something you never took into account.

“Tastes fine to me,” you said with a shrug before sliding it back over to Joel.

“That’s unsanitary,” he whispered into the mug that he couldn’t quit staring at.

“Oh get over it,” you grumbled. “We’ve kissed the same lips, surely we can share a mug.”

Sometimes Wednesday forgot just how childish you could be. Not immature, but childish. A lack of care in what you said or did. Not taking into account how someone else might construe your impulses. Take the coffee; she had come to expect it of you, but in someone else’s view, it was unorthodox, a behaviour you would expect from children.

Oh how she adored it.

“So do you two have any plans for this weekend?” He asked. Wednesday noticed the covert way he pushed the mug of coffee back in your direction, which you quickly took and continued drinking. She knew you didn’t hate him completely.

“Yes we do,” you said too quickly. “And you’re not invited.”

“We have no plans,” Wednesday answered just as quickly when you were done. She could feel your eyes boring into the side of her head, but she didn’t care. “Why do you ask?”

“A friend of mine went to a paintball tournament the other weekend,” he started; your head popped up quickly. “He said it was a cool place, so I was wondering if you and your group would want to go check it out.”

“Absolutely no-”

“-we would love to,” you interrupted her, a surprisingly genuine smile on your face. She gave you a questioning look, to which you shrugged in reply. “Sounds like fun.”

“Then we can all meet up on Saturday?” Joel asked.

“It’s a date,” you said as you reached your hand out and forced him to shake yours.

Your smile turned sadistic.

Oh.

—---

“Why are we doing this again?” Enid asked as you all walked down the sidewalk. The paintball field was finally in view in the distance.

“Because it’s cool as fuck,” Ajax said, to which Kent quickly gave him a high-five in reply.

“Because Wednesday’s girlfriend is looking a little green,” Bianca said, promptly ignoring the boys and walking a little closer to Ash. 

Oh yes, Wednesday had noticed the both of them over the past few weeks. At first she had thought it unusual when Ash came over to the apartment a few more times, claiming it was simply to get under your skin. A believable fib, Wednesday would admit. Part of Ash’s relationship with you was death by a thousand irritations, so to speak, and her presence in the dorm certainly had your feathers ruffling.

But then she started appearing while you were gone at work. The initial claim had been about forgetting her things at the dorm, which she had, and Wednesday never doubted her. Until she caught Ash going into Bianca's room, or meeting up with the siren before quickly heading back out into the world. Wednesday was never one to dabble in gossip or other people's relationships, but she was a curious soul.

It only took one night of following them to discover they had gone on a date. And judging by the ease in which they shared a kiss, they had been on multiple. Wednesday wondered if you knew, or if anyone knew, for that matter. Would you have cared? As much as you complained about Ash, you were rather protective of her. Would you give Bianca the - what did Divina call it - the shovel talk?

“I’m not looking green,” you said as you forcefully pulled Wednesday past the group. “I just think we could all do with a nice weekend adventure.”

“She told me she wants to shoot Joel in the dick,” Yoko said.

“Shut up,” you growled as you threw an arm out, hitting Yoko in the stomach. Hard.

“Why can’t you just talk it out like an adult?” Ash asked; Wednesday noticed her hand brush against Bianca’s. “You’re not five.”

“I said,” you emphasised, “it would be a nice outing for us.”

“But you are gonna shoot him in the dick?” Enid asked from her spot between Yoko and Divina.

“Ouch,” both Kent and Ajax said in unison with grimaces on their faces.

“Can you shoot Kent in the dick too?” Divina asked. “He does not need to procreate.”

“I’m not taking requests,” you said quickly, forcing a new argument to arise.

As you all continued getting closer and closer, you continued going on about how you weren’t going to shoot anyone while everyone had suggestions for you. If anything, it did nothing to ease the irritation that Wednesday could physically feel radiating off of you. It was a good thing she had helped you tighten the harness earlier otherwise it might not have held your feathers after all the ruffling she knew this would have caused.

And yet, even with the incessant arguing from everyone, she couldn’t help but admire the atmosphere it created. Yes, you were all unbelievably annoying and clamorous. And yes, you all gave her a headache that no elixir could ease. But at the end of the day, you would all go back home and laugh about the events of the past few hours the way Wednesday assumed a typical family would.

Although she would rather rip out her own vocal cords than admit that she saw you all as her family away from home.

“Oh look, there’s lover boy,” Yoko said when the group got close enough to see Joel waiting outside.

“I’m shooting him in the dick,” you mumbled to yourself even though Wednesday could very clearly hear it.

“You made it,” Joel said with a smile when everyone got closer. “Everything is all ready.”

“Let’s just go,” you said. You quickly let go of Wednesday’s hand and stalked inside, your hands now shoved deeply into the pocket of your jacket.

“This is going to be so much fun,” Yoko said as she followed, leaving Divina and Enid to attempt to stifle their laughter.

The building itself was rather small and open. There were a few places to sit and eat at - maybe you did have a point in bringing food - and an area off to the side to continue watching the field. It was quite sterile, and even though the colourful graffiti on the wall was headache inducing, Wednesday couldn’t deny the skill that went behind the art.

“Hey guys,” an older man said as he came out of a door behind him. “The name’s Carter. Hope the drive wasn’t too bad.”

“We walked,” you said without looking at him.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be the best outlet for you, Wednesday thought to herself.

“Then you’re all warmed up and ready to go,” the man said with an overly exaggerated clap. You and Ash both flinched but otherwise didn’t move. Curious. “Before we get started, does anyone have any experience with paintball?”

Both you and Ash raised your hands instantly and let out barely noticeable sighs. Well, that would most likely explain your reactions, wouldn’t it? Though, as Carter had you and Ash go to the table to unload snacks and jackets while he continued explaining, Wednesday started to question her own ability to notice the smallest things. For instance, had you always flinched at loud claps or noises? Now she was determined to watch you more carefully to figure it out.

“Alright, now on to teams,” Carter said with another clap, that had you and Ash sharing a look. “You all good if I team everyone up?”

Everyone except for you gave their agreement to the situation. Carter seemed rather excited at the prospect and quickly got to work separating everyone. If he had seen the look you gave him when he put you and Wednesday on separate teams, he pretended otherwise. Although everyone tried not to laugh at the near visible steam coming from your ears when he then put Joel on Wednesday’s team.

By the end of the sorting, the two teams were decided and appeared equally matched. You were to lead the team with Bianca, Enid, Ajax and Kent. On the other side, Ash was to lead the team with Wednesday, Yoko, Joel, and Divina. It was quite humorous to have the couples of the group split up - aside from Kent and Ajax who weren’t a couple but who might as well have been with how often they stuck together.

Carter led the way to the equipment room where you all got what you needed. Wednesday thought the whole thing was rather childish, but she couldn’t deny the look of pure concentration on your face was attractive. If only you could focus on something other than violence at some point. Even she managed to focus on other things when necessary, so why couldn’t you?

But you stood your ground, your face now neutral as you pulled off your jacket and started unbuckling your harness. Thankfully you had gone out into the main lobby to wait as you did so; Wednesday didn’t think you would fit in the small equipment room with everyone else. She was already slightly agitated from the events that she knew were bound to transpire, she didn’t need a mouth full of feathers to add to it.

“I forgot to ask, are any of you Outcasts by any-” Carter stopped talking right when your wings folded back tightly against your back, “-chance?”

“All but two of us,” Enid said with a slight straightening of her shoulders.

“Is that a problem?” Bianca asked.

“No problem at all,” he said as he cleared his throat and resumed his peppy personality. “Just please take care not to wolf out or stone anyone. We don’t have waivers for that.”

“Seems reasonable to me,” Ajax said with a shrug, which Kent readily agreed with.

“We do, however, have a field specifically for Outcasts,” Carter said, this time losing his sales persona and looking genuinely pleased. “Sun resistant for vampires, no reflective surfaces, and everything in there is durable enough to withstand an accidental wolf out.”

"Yoko, you can take your glasses off," you said, now standing next to your team who you had quickly ushered away. "Now you can properly see me wreck your shit."

"You gonna talk smack the whole time?" Ash asked.

"Not to you," you said. "I don't talk to losers."

"Oh god," Carter mumbled to himself, and Wednesday very nearly smirked at the newfound fear in his voice. "Alright everyone, outside you go."

“Don’t take any of this personal?” You said when you practically jogged to Wednesday’s location, slowing to a walk.

“You seem to be under the impression that you have a skill in this field,” Wednesday said. “Confidence is good, overconfidence will be your downfall.”

“You’re so intense,” you whispered. “I’ll try not to take it too personally.”

“A much better evaluation of the situation,” she said, her knuckles brushing against yours.

“Will you still love me after this?” You asked when everyone started parting ways to go to their own sides of the field.

Wednesday exhaled softly through her nose. “You simply want me to say it.”

“Yes I do,” you said with a gentle smile.

“My affection will rely on your abilities,” she said before turning around and walking to her side of the field.

“I’ll get you to admit you love me!” You shouted after her.

She simply smiled to herself.

“Okay, Y/N takes paintball really seriously,” Ash said once everyone was gathered around.

“Why am I not surprised?” Yoko said.

“Enid is ridiculously competitive too,” Divina said.

“Bianca will play fair,” Yoko continued.

“What about Ajax and Kent?” Joel asked. It was only then that Wednesday noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses. It was rather smart of him.

“Incompetent at best,” Wednesday said. “They can be dispatched easily, they pose no threat.”

“Remind me to never be your enemy,” Ash said softly. “Okay, here’s what I’m thinking.”

Everyone listened intently as Ash described the strategy, giving their comments and criticisms as necessary. It was a solid plan, Wednesday would admit it. Joel would focus on Bianca, Ash would take out Enid, Yoko and Divina would get Kent and Ajax, and she would focus on you. The matchups were rather fair, it was a good plan.

It seemed you weren’t the only one who took paintball a bit seriously.

As everyone parted, going somewhere safe, Wednesday took a different approach. If you were as serious about this whole thing as Ash made it out to seem then you would be going after who you believed could pose a problem. And if you were smart, that would have herself and Ash on your hit list. Possibly Yoko depending on what mood you were in for the day.

That being said, Wednesday knew how you ticked. She might not understand your emotions, but she knew how your brain worked. It was something she had picked up on over the past few years, even before she had taken a genuine interest in you. You played the game well, but you were smart. Deceivingly smart.

Sounds of compressed air being released and paintballs hitting obstacles reached Wednesday's ears as she continued her own plan. You weren't foolish enough to fall into a trap, not when you were so focused. Years of being around and knowing Ash had given you insight into her thought process, so you wouldn’t fall for anything she tried to set up.

But Wednesday. Oh, you would fall for Wednesday. All she had to say was jump and you would ask how high. If she told you to kneel, you would do so. She didn’t need to rely on nefarious purposes. Truthfully she wouldn’t even need to try and trick you into anything. If she was right, which she usually was, you would come to her.

With that knowledge in mind, Wednesday walked around until she found the small grouping of trees near the edge of the field. She could still hear everyone, could hear the telltale sounds of whatever unnecessary nonsense was going on a little further away. None of it concerned her; she was focused on you. And if she was going to be forced to play such a ridiculous game, then she was going to play it well.

It didn’t take incredibly long before the sounds started to die out, turning into little more than the occasional hushed voice floating in the air. There was still the rare paintball shot, but everything else started to fade. There was no way you had been taken out by anyone, so Wednesday knew you couldn’t be far away. All she had to do was wait-

“-Caught you.”

Ah yes. With an insane amount of luck and skill, she didn’t flinch when your hands covered her eyes. She had forgotten about your surprising silence when necessary. Mentally she started berating herself for such a thing; she had seen you play that silly Mothman game with your younger siblings. When needed, you were beyond adept at staying silent.

Your hands removed themselves, giving her the ability to turn around and look up at you. Clearly you had been far too into the game because you were covered in what appeared to be mud, with sticks and leaves stuck in your hair. You were suspiciously devoid of paint, but judging by the way you held yourself, you were proud of the fact.

“I figured you would be out here,” you said with the smallest smirk; not gloating, just proud. “You don’t strike me as the type to run in without a plan.”

“You snuck up on me,” Wednesday said, still eyeing you up and down. You were carrying yourself with a certain authority you usually put aside. It looked good on you. “I’ll admit it’s rather impressive.”

“I could’ve shot you from the trees,” you said with a shrug, “but I know better than to shoot my own girlfriend.”

“Yes, that was rather smart on your part,” she agreed.

“How about we call it a truce?” You said with an upward lilt to your words, leaving it more as a question than a statement.

Oh you were clever. You knew exactly what you were doing. Clearly you felt you could beat her if you had truly wanted to, and now you were attempting to give her an out. A way to avoid humiliation and loss. You were giving her the opportunity to save herself - and her clothes - all with nothing but a genuine smile.

Wednesday studied you for only a moment more before cupping your jaw with one hand and pulling you down into a kiss. As expected, you gave in immediately, sighing gently and grabbing her by the waist. You smelled of dirt and trees, but somehow it still smelled precisely like you. Almost as if you were born with the smell.

“I love you,” Wednesday whispered against your lips. Whether on purpose or not, you whined almost inaudibly before kissing her again.

Your hands gripped her tighter, refusing to let her pull away even by a fraction. And at the moment, Wednesday was living for it. No one was around, it was just the two of you, and you tasted of her coffee from the walk over. You tasted familiar and like you belonged to her. It was in the small moments like that that solidified Wednesday’s belief that she would never wish for anyone else but you. She reached her free hand out to your hip, mirroring your grasp on hers.

*splat*

You grunted and stepped back quickly, your hands instantly going to your stomach. While you refused to look down, your eyes trailed down to the paintball gun in Wednesday’s hand. The very same one that had been on your hip only seconds ago. With wide eyes, you finally looked down at your midsection. Pulling your hands away slowly, your jaw fell when you saw the paint now staining your shirt and hands.

“You shot me,” you said incredulously.

“You believed I wouldn’t,” Wednesday said with a slight tilt of her head. “That was your mistake.”

“But you still love me, right?” You asked.

She didn’t answer you, just gave you the smallest smile and turned around to walk off. You were smart, brilliant even, but you had too much trust in those you loved. If she needed to shoot you a hundred times that day to get you to be a little more self preserving, then so be it.

The look of mock-betrayal on your face was rather appealing.

—---

By the time everyone was finally finished with the day, they were all completely covered in paint. Except for Wednesday, of course, who had only two marks on her; one from Bianca, and one from you (even though you had looked devastated at the act). Thankfully no one had been stoned, and Enid had only wolfed out three times. Although two of those times had been because you had goaded her into it.

Then there was you, who had paint splatters covering your wings in such a thick layer that Wednesday knew she would be helping you clean them for at least the next week. Possibly even two if you were stubborn about it, which you usually were. There was going to be paint in the apartment for weeks.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I personally feel a lot better,” you said when you watched with sadistic satisfaction as all three guys walked by with paint all over their pants.

“We all need to get home and eat,” Bianca said from her spot directly beside Ash.

“Or we pick up takeout?” Ajax suggested.

“From that dope Chinese hole in the wall?” Kent continued.

“They do pack a lot of calories,” you said, to which Enid readily agreed with you.

“Then it’s a plan,” Yoko said as she quickly grabbed Enid’s and Divina’s hands to pull them out of the building.

Everyone said their goodbyes to Carter, who looked rather happy to see them all leave, before standing awkwardly in front of the building. It wouldn’t have been so awkward except everyone was busy looking between you and Joel. Even the poor boy had noticed you had a vendetta against him and was standing off to the side, unsure of what exactly to do next.

Wednesday looked up at you when you slipped your hand into hers, giving it a gentle squeeze as you looked over at Joel. She couldn’t read your face, especially not through all the paint and dirt you still had covering your skin. If the ability to shoot at Joel hadn’t helped ease your concern then she didn’t know what would.

“You coming, Joel?” You asked.

“Is it… okay with you guys?” He asked. Everyone looked back at you again.

“Consider it an apology for shooting you in the dick,” you said with a shrug. All three guys covered their paint-stained crotches at the mention of the incident. “Alright, let’s go before Enid gets hangry.”

“I don’t get hangry,” Enid complained as everyone finally started walking away from the paintball fields.

You started up light conversation with Joel as he walked on the other side of you, and even though Wednesday could see you struggling to maintain composure, she was proud of you. Maybe she would need to tell you so when you got back to the apartment. Hopefully you wouldn’t require repayment for the betrayal shot earlier that day.

Maybe she would just kiss you some more before you could ask. Just in case.

movie night drabble i

Summary: The ever elusive Tara Carpenter finally makes her appearance at your brother's frat party. Maybe you'll kiss. Okay, you'll definitely kiss.

Word Count: Warnings: swearing, smut 18+, underage drinking, slight violence Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader A/N: I got a little more goofy with R in this one because I wanted to try something a little different with my writing, so I hope y'all enjoy! movie night i | movie night ii | movie night iii

"Hey," your brother Alfie shouted over the music blaring throughout the frat house. "Carpenter's here."

You turned so quickly you spilled the vodka from your cup onto your shirt.

"Ah fuck," you mumbled, dropping the now-empty cup without a care in the world. Not like it was your frat house, why should you keep it clean?

You promptly bent down to pick it back up. Your Ma raised you better than that.

"Where is she?" You asked, once again searching for any sign of the younger Carpenter girl.

"You don't see her?" He was teasing you. It was evident by the stupid, smug look on his ugly mug.

"She's 5 foot nothin’, no I don't see her," you argued back.

“Over there,” Alfie pointed, and you followed his finger as best as you could.

“Where are you pointing your crooked ass finger?” You asked.

“See Frankie?” He asked in frustration. As if it was your fault he had crooked, broken fingers. “She’s talkin’ to him.”

“Ah shit,” you mumbled when you spotted Frankie and, finally, Tara. “Take my cup.”

You didn’t wait for him to agree before shoving the cup into his arms and making your way through the crowded frat house. As much as you wanted to see Tara, you didn’t want to see her with fucking Frankie. No one was worse than that prick. You and Alfie were pricks too, but at least you both stayed respectful. Frankie just wanted to get his rocks off with whatever girl gave him the chance.

Unfortunately, it looked like Tara might be that girl.

He was standing a little too close for comfort by the time you finally shoved your way past everyone. That annoying little voice in your head reminded you that Tara wasn’t yours and you had no right to her. And that voice was correct! But that didn’t mean you were going to stand aside and let fucking Frankie get his greasy hands on her.

“Hey Frankie,” you said with an obnoxious smile and a painfully hard clap on his shoulder. “How ya doin’?”

“Hey,” he said without even looking at you.

“Hi Tara,” you said far softer and with a much more genuine smile. At least you hoped it was, you were starting to feel a bit of that vodka settling in.

Tara opened her mouth to answer before being cut off by Frankie. “Need something?”

Think of something good.

“Yeah, actually,” you said with a shrug, “but we might wanna talk in private.”

“Just tell me now, Street Rat,” he said quickly. “I’m busy.”

Think of something good.

“It’s just,” you sighed, “I wanna make sure you get yourself checked out, man.”

“For what?”

“I was just talking with Skye earlier and she said she got the clap,” you said with a shrug. “I know you two are fuck buddies so you should probably watch out.”

“You serious?” He asked, suddenly standing up and looking far more furious as he crushed his beer in his hand.

“I’m doin’ you a solid, man-”

“-you gonna say this shit in front of Carpenter?” He asked, now standing toe-to-toe with you. Admittedly you may have underestimated his reaction to such a ploy. Should’ve come up with something less good.

“Dude chill, I told you we should talk in private-”

“-didn’t tell me it was about the fucking clap.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be tryin’ to fuck every girl that looks at you.”

You heard the crack below your eye before you felt it, a painful punch spiderwebbing across your cheekbone and eye. Nothing you hadn’t felt before, but Frankie could pack a punch when needed. Tears instantly pricked at your eyes as you recaught your balance and stood up, trying to blink away the pain. And tears. And humiliation.

“Say it again, Street Rat,” Frankie said.

“Hey, that’s enough,” Tara tried to say, doing her best to stand in between the both of you. Not that it mattered, she was too short. It was pretty cute, actually. “Y/N, let’s go.”

Don’t say it.

“You’re a man whore, dude,” you said anyway. He clenched his jaw tighter. “A man whore with the clap.”

You moved Tara out of the way and braced yourself when Frankie lifted his fist again. Thankfully he had dropped the beer can; you could already feel something warm trickling down the side of your face. If he was going to hit you then he needed to do it like a man, not with a weapon. Pop always said only cowards used weapons against unarmed men.

Maybe you should have been a coward.

The punch never came. When you re-opened your eyes, you saw Alfie standing there in between the both of you, creating the buffer Tara had tried and failed to become. His back was to you but you could tell by the square set of his shoulders that he was tense. And pissed. Oh god, he was pissed.

“Go home, Frankie,” Alfie said in his heavy Bronx accent. Like most everyone in the family, it came out more when he was tense. Or angry. Oh, he was angry.

“Not until I get an apology,” Frankie said as he pointed to you. “To my face.”

“Not my fault you’re collectin’ STDs like they’re fuckin’ Pokemon, man,” you said back. Shut up!

“Come here-”

“-enough!” Alfie shouted, pushing you both back. Not that you needed the encouragement, your cheek was still throbbing from the first punch. “Get the fuck out, Frankie.”

“I’ll be back for you, Street Rat,” Frankie said with a finger pointed at you. Like the mature adult you were, you stuck your tongue out at him before giving him your best New Yorker smile.

“Now,” Alfie insinuated with a push on Frankie’s chest, guiding him to the front door.

With one more look at you, Frankie finally made his way out of the frat house, pushing past whoever was unfortunate enough to be in his way. He was barely out of sight before you felt a hard slap against your stomach, forcing you to double over. You felt like you were going to puke. Maybe you would.

“Quit startin’ fights, you moron,” Alfie said as he grabbed your shoulders and stood you up straight again. “I’m gettin’ real tired of defending your sorry ass.”

“Pop always said I was a slow learner,” you said, your own accent coming out just enough to irritate you. With a slight scowl, you focused harder on your words. “I’m sorry.”

“Better be,” he said with a sigh. Finally, he turned his head to look at Tara. “You good, doll?”

“I’m fine,” she said with a shrug.

“Be careful with Frankie,” he continued. “He’s a real prick.”

“He’s a-”

“-not a word from you,” Alfie interrupted you with another slap to the shoulder. “You started this whole mess.”

“Coulda finished it too if you gave me the chance,” you said, rubbing your now sore shoulder and still trying not to puke from the blow to the stomach. Maybe those fireball shots weren’t necessary.

“Would you mind taking our little menace upstairs and cleaning the blood off?” Alfie asked Tara. “I’d appreciate it.”

Tara looked at you at the suggestion, really looked at you. Just that one look from her was enough to have your heart beating out of your chest like a Loony Toons character. Oh what you wouldn’t give to have her look at you all the time, whether in malice or admiration or love. Just to have her eyes on you would be enough to leave you happy and content until the day you died.

“Fine,” she said with a sigh, reaching forward to grab your hand. “Let’s go.”

“Don’t test her,” Alfie whispered to you as Tara pulled you away.

You just wiggled your brows suggestively at him, to which he promptly threw his hands up in defeat.

Tara led you throughout the frat house as if she had lived there her entire life. It was almost amusing to see someone so small moving through the crowd without any trouble, as if people knew there was a child among them and they needed to make sure not to step on it. Wait, maybe you shouldn’t be comparing her to a child. But, come on, she was small enough.

By the time you both managed to stumble up the two flights of stairs to the third floor, you were very much starting to feel the alcohol and the bruise that was blooming across your cheek. It was going to smart, that was for sure. Tara pushed you into Alfie’s room - by pure coincidence, surely - and shut the door behind her, locking it promptly.

“You’re a prick,” she said the moment she turned back around to look at you.

“I was protectin’ you,” you said, taking a deep breath in and exhaling slowly to ease the accent. “Frankie’s a prick and you know it.”

“I didn’t need protecting,” she groaned. “I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

“You wanna get the clap, be my guest,” you said with a shrug.

“Does he really have it?” Tara asked doubtfully.

You closed your mouth and looked off at Alfie’s closet. If you didn’t look at her, maybe she wouldn’t force you to answer. Even with the music pounding through the walls, you heard her sigh. You shouldn’t have lied, that annoying little voice in your head said. Sometimes you hated your subconscious; it was usually right.

Tara’s hand gripping your jaw made you flinch, which then made the throbbing in your cheek resume once again. Say what you wanted about Frankie, but he could pack a punch. Probably would’ve been better to just leave him be. But then Tara pulled your chin to face her, and you were instantly reassured that no, you absolutely should’ve gotten him to leave.

“He cut your cheek,” she said as her eyes left yours to look at the wounds that adorned your face. “Have anything to clean it with?”

“Here,” you said, leaning back just enough to pull your shirt over your head. Tara’s eyes went wide before she did her best to look anywhere but at you.

“Please put your shirt back on,” she said, still not looking at you.

“It’s got vodka on it anyway,” you said as you shoved the shirt into her hands. “Nature’s disinfectant.”

“It-,” she turned to look at you incredulously. “Are you stupid?”

“Depends on who’s asking,” you said with a grin. “Just clean it already, I’m braced.”

Tara shook her head slowly, but grabbed your jaw once again to hold you still. Her hand was soft; incredibly soft, actually. Depending on how she held you, you could almost see that scar of hers. An angry pink that looked like it didn’t really want to finish healing. She probably needed to put some cream on it, maybe you could ask your Ma for a bit of advice.

You hissed when she dabbed the vodka drenched shirt on your cheek. Oh, now you remembered why it wasn’t a good idea. It got the job done, sure, but it hurt like a sonofabitch. But you squared your shoulders and stayed still until she was done dabbing it. Even though it seemed like she was cleaning it a little more forcefully than necessary.

“Does Frankie actually have the clap?” Tara asked again while she finished up.

“Have you slept with him?” You asked in return. She gave you a frown before looking back at your cheek.

“No.”

“Then yes he does,” you said with a nod. “Plus a few others, he’s like a breeding ground for ‘em.”

“You’re disgusting,” she sighed before straightening up.

“Listen, if you wanted to get laid tonight, you could’ve always asked me,” you said with a shrug. You hoped it came off as nonchalant, even though you were totally chalant about it. Was that even a word?

“What makes you think I would want to sleep with you?” Tara asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. It didn’t distract you from noticing the slightest flush to her cheeks.

“Because you think I’m sexy,” you said in a sing-songy voice, “and you wanna kiss me.”

“Anyone ever told you you’re annoying?” She asked.

She did not, however, stop you from reaching out to grab her by the hips and pull her until she was standing between your legs. Even when you were sitting she was barely taller than you. Her arms uncrossed so she could rest her hands on your bare shoulders, causing you to shiver lightly. You were going to blame it on the alcohol.

“You can call me whatever you want,” you said, your eyes darting down to look at her lips. “As long as you call me.”

“This is only because I’m drunk,” Tara said, her own eyes looking at your lips. Bingo.

“Of course,” you said as your thumbs slipped under her shirt and rubbed her hips lightly.

“And if you tell anyone, I’ll kill you,” she continued.

“Naturally," you agree.

The alcohol coursed through you, leaving a heat in its wake. But it was nothing compared to the inferno you felt in your core when Tara practically surged forward to kiss you. She wasted no time parting her lips for you, letting you taste every inch of her. She tasted of cheap beer and lemonade; surprisingly unsurprising.

"Were you smoking?" She asked as she pulled away; you chased her, leaving a trail of kisses across her jaw. "You smell like smoke."

"Which answer gets me laid?" You asked between kisses.

"You're insufferable," she groaned.

She pushed against your shoulders until you fell back against the bed. Almost instantly, she climbed on top of you, straddling your stomach and placing her hands on your ribs. Her nails were short, but still long enough to scratch your skin lightly, sending another shiver through your body. It was a nice feeling. Painfully nice.

“Don’t try to romance me,” Tara said as she looked down at you; her pupils were blown and she looked absolutely beautiful.

“Just a fuck?” You clarified.

“A quick one,” she said with a nod.

“Clothes off?” You asked.

“On,” she corrected.

“Yes ma’am,” you said quickly before letting your hands push under her shirt, nails lightly scratching across her skin until you felt the underwire of her bra.

You waited, watching her to make sure she consented. The alcohol may have been clouding your judgment ever so slightly, but you weren’t Frankie. When Tara looked at you and nodded, you wasted no time in pushing her bra above her breasts. The moment your knuckles brushed against her nipples, her head slowly fell back and she exhaled sharply through her nose.

That inferno in your core only grew hotter when you rolled her nipple between your thumb and forefinger and her hips stuttered against your stomach. Oh it was a beautiful sight, to see Tara lose even the slightest bit of her composure from such a small gesture. You did it again and had to bite your lip to keep yourself from groaning at the movement of her hips.

“Don’t tease,” she said breathlessly, her nails digging deeper into your ribs. A stunning sting that you hoped would leave marks.

“As you wish,” you said in reply.

One of your hands stayed right where it was, brushing lightly against her nipple just to see her shiver. Your other hand moved down, unbuttoning her jeans with surprising ease that you blamed on nothing more than the alcohol. With nothing else in your way, you effortlessly slipped your hand under the waistband of her underwear, letting out a humiliating moan when you felt just how wet she was.

“Jesus, Tara,” you said breathlessly as you ran your fingers through her folds before stopping on her clit.

“Just shut up,” she said between clenched teeth.

It was an uncomfortable position for your hand to be in, though you wouldn’t change it for the world. Your wrist was at an awkward angle, you couldn’t do much, and there wasn’t much room to move. But that didn’t mean much when Tara was doing most of the work for you, rutting her hips against your hand as if you were good for one thing and one thing only.

“Don’t move,” she gasped, confirming your suspicions. You didn’t really care.

“Fuck,” you groaned as you watched her move, her nails finally splitting your skin ever so slightly. It wouldn’t bleed, but there would be red marks for the next few days. 

Even though Tara wasn’t touching you, there was something satisfying about watching her get herself off on your fingers. Seeing her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth fall open when she hit just the right spot. Feeling how wet she was and how effortlessly she could rut against your fingers. No shame, no regrets, just the pleasure of the moment.

God it was hot.

You watched her as she came, her hips stuttering, giving you the opportunity to finally help out and rub tight circles on her clit. Just enough to sustain her orgasm for a few seconds more. She exhaled sharply and leaned forward on her hands, pushing deeper into your ribs. It made it a little harder to breathe, but when Tara Carpenter was the cause? Well, you would be happy to just suffocate under her touch.

“God you’re hot,” you said softly, not even sure if she would hear you or not. That was okay; it wasn’t the point.

Her eyes finally opened as she caught some semblance of control over her breathing again. The beautiful brown of her eyes was taken over by her dark pupils, and for a moment, she almost looked like she was smiling down at you. Maybe she was, you certainly wouldn’t bring it up to her. Not at that moment, anyway. But then she blinked a few times and shook her head before removing her weight from her hands, unburdening you from suffocation.

“I suppose you’re not entirely insufferable,” she said as she slowly pushed herself off of you, being a little extra careful as she buttoned her pants.

“You’re gonna leave me high and dry, aren’t you?” You asked when she tossed your shirt back in your face.

“You never clarified you wanted to get laid,” she said with a smirk before walking to the door and leaving the room.

You fell back onto the bed and sighed loudly. Your head was thumping with your pre-hangover migraine, your cheek was still sore, and you had a serious case of blue balls. But the mental image of Tara getting herself off on your hand… well, you supposed that would suffice.

For now.

everyone but her pt.32

Summary: With their freshman year of college out of the way and an entire apartment building bought by the Addamses, it's time for year two. Oh boy.

Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: mentions of murder, mentions of blood, swearing, allusions to abuse Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (everyone but her Masterlist)

“Your parents need to quit buying everything,” you grumbled as you fell down onto the couch. “It’s making me feel bad.”

“They simply bought a new mattress,” Wednesday said from her spot at the typewriter.

“Yeah, they did,” you said. “After they bought the entire apartment building.”

She kept silent, but she knew you were right. Once they hadn’t been required to stay on campus, the Addamses had decided it would be most beneficial to take over an apartment building not too far from campus. And wouldn’t you know it, there was just enough space for the entire group, including Joel and Ash.

“It’s how they show their affection,” she finally said, her fingers returning to the keys of the typewriter.

“They need to quit,” you grumbled again but otherwise fell silent.

Wednesday would admit, she saw nothing wrong with the gift, but she could see how you did. She had learned a lot about “love languages” from Bianca over the past few weeks, and yours was not gift giving. Ash had said it made you uncomfortable because you felt the need to pay back everything you were given. Which Wednesday had known from previous conversations, but she hadn’t known it was actually a thing.

No one had prepared her for the amount of information she would have to learn to have a healthy relationship. It was almost like an information overload, and she was more than capable of handling it, but she hadn’t mentally prepared. She was starting to regret shying away from her parents’ affections.

“Are you working today?” Wednesday asked, turning her head to hear your answer better.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Simon has been sketched out since the police started making their rounds.”

Wednesday frowned. “They indicated they were through with you.”

“Clearly not,” you said. “They came into the shop a few weeks ago.”

“You never told me,” she said as she finally turned around in her chair.

You were sitting with your legs spread on the couch and your head hanging off the armrest. It was a rather pathetic look, Wednesday wouldn’t deny. More than once you had claimed it was comfortable, but she couldn’t understand how. You were stretched out, your wings were tucked tight underneath you, and it almost looked like the blood was rushing to your head.

“I'm tired of telling you how many times I get interrogated by police," you said. "I feel like I hang out with them more than you now."

Wednesday supposed that, too, was true. More often than not you had texted her - well, texted Enid to tell her - that you were at the station again. They seemed adamant you were aware of what had happened on New Year's Eve. As much as you denied it, they didn't believe you.

But she did. It had been a while since her last vision, but there had been nothing about those boys. If you had done it, or even been a part of it, she would've seen it. You weren't the most skilled liar either, she would have seen through the ruse if you had actually done it.

"When's your next date night with Enid?" You asked, drawing Wednesday out of her thoughts.

"Unknown," she said as she got up from the desk and walked over to sit by you on the couch. "She's busy attempting to volunteer at the kennel in town."

"Why am I not surprised," you whispered. There was a slight smile in your tone. "Have you asked her when she's free?"

"Why would I do that?" Wednesday asked with a frown. "She always tells me when she's available."

"It shows her you care," you said as you sat up, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment while the blood slowly drained from your face. "That you want to spend time with her."

"Of course I do," she said. "She knows this."

"Sometimes people still like to hear it, Wends," you said with a light chuckle.

Wednesday didn't have anything to say to that. She supposed it was nice to hear you were wanted. Although you were far more like her in that aspect, she always felt surprisingly warm when you would bring up your desire to spend time with her. Maybe she should tell Enid she wished to spend time with her.

"You have class, right?" You asked. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment when you pushed a few stray hairs behind her ear.

"Yes," she finally said. "And Ash wanted to come over for dinner."

"While I'm gone?" You asked with your own frown.

"She said that was preferable," Wednesday answered.

"That's so fucking rude," you mumbled to yourself.

“Would you like me to tell her no?” She asked.

Your frown slowly morphed into a soft smile. Usually it would accompany teasing about some sort of social cue Wednesday had managed to miss, but this one seemed genuine. The couch shifted underneath you both as you moved closer and pulled her legs over yours until she was very nearly sitting in your lap.

“Do you plan on seducing her?” You asked.

“No,” she said with a frown.

“Does she plan on seducing you?” You continued.

“Not if she has any common sense,” she said quietly.

“She doesn’t,” you teased. “But those answers are satisfactory.” You leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently. “You’ll both have a nice night.”

Wednesday rested her head on your shoulder as you proceeded to turn the television on. Neither one of you had any plans for the next hour, and she had fallen into a pattern of watching whatever ridiculous show you would put on before going to work. Reruns or something called “Bridezillas.” She didn’t understand how it was humorous, but she could admire the horror in it.

“Would you ever think about getting married?” You asked halfway through the episode.

Wednesday’s body tensed up.

“I guess that’s a no,” you chuckled, but she could feel your fingers twitch where they rested on her thigh.

“I never said no,” she tried to defend.

“I wasn’t proposing,” you said with sparkling eyes. “I was just wondering if you had ever thought about it.”

She opened her mouth to answer but promptly closed it, her eyes falling to the side in thought. Had she ever thought about it? Not particularly, not in such specific terms. There had been no thoughts of venues or dresses or parties. Nothing about such an overly extravagant occasion.

Unless… maybe you didn’t necessarily mean the wedding itself. You had said “married.” Now that… that she supposed she had thought about, in not so many words. There were a few times her mind had wandered. When you came home late from work, tired and clumsy and knocking things over before falling into bed with your work clothes still on. And each time she thought, yeah, she could fall asleep to that every night.

Or those days where you were off work and you both unanimously decided to relax at home. Cleaning, or going grocery shopping, or just watching something. Wednesday could see the appeal in technology when you were with her. All it would take was one peal of laughter from you and her cold heart would warm up. She couldn’t imagine not being able to hear such a sound on a daily basis.

But she was never one to show her cards first.

“Do you?” She asked after far too long of silence.

“Do I what?” You asked, clearly already re-absorbed by your show.

“Do you ever think of getting married?” She clarified.

You stayed silent, your eyes still focused on the television. There was almost an audible sound of gears turning in your head. If Wednesday focused, she could almost even see smoke leaking out of your ears. Your fingers drummed on her thigh as she watched the constant movement of your mouth; an odd habit you had picked up when you were thinking.

“A little,” you finally said with a nod of your head. “Not now, but, you know.” You shrugged. “Eventually.”

That was an answer Wednesday could live with. Eventually. It eased whatever anxiety was starting to well up in her throat. Nothing soon, she could work with that. It gave her plenty of time to think of how she was possibly going to accept such a fact that you had both talked about so casually.

And how she was going to find a way to admit it to her parents.

Now that was going to be a nightmare.

—---

“The giant chicken helps out while you’re in class, right?” Ash asked as she stirred whatever it was she was cooking. It was rather polite for her to come over and offer to cook in yours and Wednesday’s apartment.

It was no wonder you were so intimidated by her; you were both raised with manners.

“Yes,” Wednesday said as she sat in the chair at the island. “With the exception of work.”

“Well of course,” Ash scoffed. “That’s a given.” She cocked her hip and leaned against the counter as she set the spoon down. “She just needs some sort of stability.”

“How so?” Wednesday asked with a tilt of her head. 

She had a feeling she knew, but she wanted to hear it from someone else. Someone who had known you in a way only she had. Of course Yoko knew you well, but not in the same sense. She needed to hear it from someone who you had loved as something other than family.

Oh you were making her soft, god damn you.

“She thinks too much without a sense of purpose,” Ash said with a shrug. “Even if that purpose is as simple as cleaning the apartment.”

When Ash continued cooking, Wednesday thought about the simple statement. It might have been accurate. The days you seemed more at ease were the days you had cleaned, or cooked, or done the shopping, or done something to “help.” Or helped in any sense, it didn’t have to be an actual act.

She would need to hint at things for you to do if she ever noticed you acting off.

“Was this something you dealt with?” Wednesday asked.

Ash’s movements faltered. “Not quite to this degree,” she said slowly, “but yes.”

“Was there a cause?” Wednesday asked. “Most people are not naturally so…” Ash gave her a raised brow. “Troubled.”

“Nice word choice,” Ash said with a smile before sliding a plate in front of where Wednesday was sitting. It looked rather good; she wouldn’t dare try to figure out what it was. “What do you know about her past?”

Images of you standing in a room, crying about how your parents had abandoned you flooded Wednesday’s mind. She had nearly forgotten the vision from so long ago. It was enough to have anger burning through her veins as she set her jaw and looked down at the plate, actively avoiding Ash’s gaze.

“Marcus and Kristi left her and Nicky at Nevermore,” she said slowly. “I believe that’s the extent of my knowledge.”

“Not much less than the rest of us,” Ash said with a sigh. She took her time to take a bite of food before continuing. “All I know is they were abusive. Made her feel like she was a burden.”

“Which would explain the desire to be useful.”

“Exactly,” Ash said with a point of her fork. “I have no doubt there’s more to it, but I’d bet my bottom dollar that’s a decent chunk.”

Both girls fell silent as they stared at their food. If Ash was anything like Wednesday, she was no longer very hungry. Why would you not tell anyone what had happened in your past? She understood bad memories were never pleasant, but part of moving on was the acceptance stage, was it not? How could you accept something if you never acknowledged its very existence?

“You’re doing well though,” Ash finally said once they had both finished eating. “Y/N is known to run when things get hard.”

“Explain,” Wednesday said as she got up and started helping with the dishes.

“Well,” Ash sighed, “take when we were together.” She turned the sink on. “After the accident, she got angry and mean and pushed everyone away.”

“And you left?” Wednesday clarified. She took the first dish from Ash and started drying it.

“Not at first,” she admitted with a slight shake of her head. “I tried to stay and help.” She handed over another plate. “But I drew the line at being told I didn’t care.”

Wednesday fell silent and focused on drying off the dishes Ash handed to her. It didn’t sound like something you would do. You had never given her any sort of indication that you believed such a thing, or even that you would accuse someone of such a thing. The most she had seen you do was withdraw and hide away. Would you really accuse someone of not caring?

She reached over to take the last fork from Ash and felt her fingers touch. Her head was thrown back as a volt of electricity ran through her fingers, locking her muscles. The apartment ceiling disappeared, turning into something more. Something open. Something with stars.

A sigh fell from Wednesday’s lips as she spun around and took in her surroundings. It was a forest, or something close to it. There was something familiar about it, but she couldn’t quite place it. Something about it reminded her of the night you had gone bug hunting with Eugene and gotten hurt by the werewolf. It sent a shiver down her spine.

An unfamiliar scream echoed through the forests, sounding as if it was pushing through water. Faded, hazy, coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Her feet started moving on their own accord, leading her between trees until she found a small clearing. A full moon was illuminating the area enough for her to see the carnage.

One body was on the ground a few feet away, crumpled and broken. Wednesday couldn’t see any blood in the dark, but she could practically smell it. On the other side of the clearing was a tall figure, monstrous in form, almost like a corrupt werewolf. In front of it, trapped in another figure’s arms, was someone familiar.

It was Ash.

Wednesday stepped forward slowly, her eyes stuck on the scene. A twig snapped under her feet, and all three figures turned their heads to look at her. Ash was the only one who had a face, the others were blurred out, almost as if they were being censored. Blood trickled from Ash’s mouth, which she opened wide-

“-Wednesday!”

Her head was thrown forward and suddenly she was back in her apartment. Ash was holding her up by her shoulders, eyes wide with concern and checking over every inch of her. The sounds of the forest were gone, there was no smell of blood, and everything was back to normal. Normal.

“Are you okay?” Ash asked in a shaky voice.

“Yes,” Wednesday said, surprisingly confident in her tone. “I’m fine.”

“What was that?” She continued, only just letting Wednesday go after being extra sure she was steady on her feet.

“A vision,” Wednesday said, her voice lowering to barely more than a whisper.

“A vision?” Ash clarified. When Wednesday looked up at her, she was shaking her head and chuckling humourlessly. “I nearly forgot you were one of the freaks.” Wednesday looked at her with a raised brow. “It’s a term of endearment.”

At any other point in time, she would have found an excuse to harass Ash for the term. Even though it was abundantly clear that she had no dislike for Outcasts, she was one of the few Normies in the group. Wednesday wasn’t entirely known for teasing, but she had learned to lighten up just a little. At least that’s how Bianca had phrased it a few months ago.

An unusual sound rang through the air. Both girls looked around for a moment before Ash picked up her phone and unlocked it. Her eyes moved from side to side as she read something. Whatever it was made her smile and roll her eyes before she put the phone back down.

“Y/N says she’s running to a late night anger management class,” Ash said. “And wanted me to let you know.”

“Thank you,” Wednesday said with a simple nod.

“You two really just communicate through everyone else?” Ash asked, heading over to the couch and grabbing the television remote. Wednesday quickly followed suit.

“Technology is a soul sucking void that I do not wish to be forced into,” Wednesday said even as Ash turned the television on and put on what looked like… true crime? Maybe technology wasn’t entirely awful.

“You sure that’s all it is?” Ash asked. “Because I know she gave you Nicky’s old phone.”

Wednesday sighed. “I don’t want to accidentally erase what he left on it,” she finally admitted. “So I would rather leave it as untouched as possible.”

“That’s surprisingly sweet,” Ash said softly. “You know, there are ways to back it up so it’s not lost.”

“I did not know,” Wednesday said. “Would you be able to help me with it?”

“Sure, Addams,” Ash said with a slight chuckle. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

Wednesday turned back to the television to watch whatever Ash had put on. It was fascinating, and both girls managed to talk and figure out the real perp each and every time. Maybe she wasn’t so bad, Wednesday thought. This was a friendship that she was more than happy to nurture.

—---

When Wednesday awoke the next morning, you weren’t in bed. Not entirely surprising, she knew if you were too late you would usually just sleep on the couch in an effort not to wake her. A pointless endeavour, she would rather you wake her than she wake up alone. But she supposed she could understand the polite intention behind it.

She took a moment to let her brain catch up with reality. All night she had been plagued by the vision of Ash being attacked by those figures. What were they? They hadn’t seemed human, but she couldn’t see any distinguishing features. That was unusual on its own, she had never had parts of her visions censored. Something about it rubbed her the wrong way.

Your voice floated down the hallway and through the open bedroom door, and Wednesday pushed aside her concerns and got out of bed. She didn’t bother putting clothes on, just wrapped one of your jackets around her to keep herself modest. The floor was still warm from the time of year, so it wasn’t too unbearable to walk down the hall and into the living room.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw you sitting at the table across from Weems.

“Good morning, Miss Addams,” Weems said softly with a gentle smile that reminded her of her mother.

You were quick to turn around, and the smile you gave her started a warmth in her chest. Thoughts of your question about marriage ran rampant as she thought that yes, she would like to see you like that every morning. Simply excited to see her each morning. That was something she could live with for the rest of her life.

“I’m sorry for coming unannounced,” Weems continued. “I ran into Y/N last night after grabbing groceries.”

“She works at the university!” You said quickly with a toothy smile. “Isn’t that cool?”

“You will be teaching?” Wednesday asked. She finally walked over and sat down beside you at the table, gratefully accepting the mug of coffee you slid in front of her.

“Outcast History, yes,” Weems said with a nod. “We’re testing it out as a course to see if it catches any traction.”

“How is Nevermore?” Wednesday asked.

“It’s in good hands,” Weems answered, though her smile turned a little sad. “So, how has everything been?”

The three of you got to talking, and by god Wednesday forgot how much you could talk. It wasn’t that you didn’t talk with her, but some people just managed to bring out every thought in your mind. Weems was one of those people. Truthfully, she and Wednesday didn’t even have to say much, you managed to talk the entire time.

Wednesday gladly sat back and watched you go over everything; skipping over Mack’s death, of course. She would need to remember to fill Weems in on that piece of information. But you talked, and talked, and talked some more. She was almost afraid to look at the time. Her gut told her that you had been talking for far over an hour.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, pulling Wednesday out of her thoughts. “Did you hear some rich dude was murdered last night?”

“In town?” Weems asked.

“No, not here, down in DC,” you said with a dismissive wave of your hand. “Some old guy was practically slaughtered in his fancy house.”

“You seem far too nonchalant about the situation,” Weems said softly, more to herself than to you.

“Eat the rich,” you said with a shrug.

Weems turned to look at Wednesday with raised brows, and she just shook her head. You seemed blissfully unaware of the irony of your statement, but it wasn’t the time to bring it up. She would let you live with your beliefs. It was a conversation for another day.

“Make sure you both stay safe, yes?” Weems asked, her eyes falling to where you had grabbed Wednesday’s hand and were playing with her fingers. “Together.”

“Yes mother,” you huffed. “But you have nothing to worry about, anyone who slaughters old white men is a friend of mine.”

Wednesday shook her head and did her best to hold back her smile as she took a sip of her coffee. You were starting to act far more like you had when she had first met you at Nevermore. Carefree, a little silly, happy. Maybe you were finally starting to get better.

She could definitely live with that for the rest of her life.

Weems didn’t stay for much longer, claiming she needed to go back home and work on her learning plan for her classes. You both bid her goodbye, and you gave her a lingering hug that she also seemed to melt into. She gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek before bidding goodbye, and you were quick to pull Wednesday over to the couch.

“Do you have class?” You asked, even though she knew that you knew she didn’t.

“No,” she said simply.

“Good, then you have no excuse to not cuddle with me,” you said.

You didn’t give her the chance to argue before pulling her down until she was laying in front of you, her back pressed to your front. She knew it wasn’t the most comfortable position for you thanks to your wings, but you seemed to enjoy it nonetheless. Maybe she could look into designing a couch that would be more comfortable for you. She was sure her parents knew someone that could assist in the endeavour.

“What are you in the mood to watch?” You asked. The hand that wasn’t holding the remote was slipping under her shirt, and your fingers were starting to draw little shapes on her stomach.

“Ash put on something about crimes last night,” Wednesday said.

“Stop bonding with her,” you said instantly. Regardless, you flipped through the channels. “Was it Unsolved Mysteries?”

“Possibly,” she said.

You nodded and changed the channel before setting the remote down and pulling her closer. It was clear you were trying your hardest to engage with the crimes. Were you wrong the majority of the time? Yes. Did you still keep trying to come up with more and more convoluted theories that, realistically, weren’t even close to viable? Yes.

Did Wednesday love it? Absolutely.

“I so could’ve been a detective,” you mumbled after you had managed, for the first time, to figure something out. “I’m practically a natural.”

Wednesday didn’t say anything, just pulled your arms tighter around her. Behind her, she could feel your heart beating steadily. Your heart beat was always a little faster than everyone else’s, reminiscent of a hummingbird, but it was steady. A constant that kept Wednesday’s mind focused and uncluttered.

You shifted, leaning forward to press a kiss to Wednesday’s cheek before she heard you whisper an “oops.” The channel on the television changed and she felt you moving around to try and find the remote. Some news channel appeared, and Wednesday would have been more than happy to ignore it until she saw two familiar faces.

She didn’t say anything, but squeezed your arm.

“What?” You asked as you halted your movements.

Your body stiffened behind her when you looked back at the television as well. Marcus and Kristi were on the screen, doing what looked like a press interview. The message “retired DA Malcolm Hart victim of vicious homicide” scrawled across the bottom of the screen in a red banner. Your nails dug a little harder into Wednesday’s skin.

“We were saddened to learn of Malcom’s passing,” Marcus said. Your body shivered the moment he started talking. “He was a dear friend of mine, and we will be doing everything we can to assist the DCPD in their efforts to find and apprehend the perpetrator.”

Wednesday couldn’t properly focus on the television after that, instead turning her head to look at you. There was a glassy haze over your eyes and a tight set of your jaw. Your arms were holding her a little too tight, but she didn’t pay it any mind. All she was focused on was the clear distress you couldn’t quite voice.

“I hope it kills them next,” you mumbled before settling back into the couch and placing your face in the crook of her neck.

Maybe healing wasn’t going to come as effortlessly as she had originally believed.

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everyone but her pt.31

Summary: Nightmares continue to plague your thoughts, along with a bit of insecurity. At least Wednesday is willing to remind you of your place in her life.

Word Count: 4.5k Warnings: swearing, nightmares, mentions of murder, suggestive themes at the end Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (everyone but her Masterlist)

Your eyes flew open, a harsh gasp falling from your lips into the dark room. The pillow under your face felt wet, suffocating, drowning you until you could come to your senses long enough to lift your head. Your wings weighed heavy on your back, pulling at the tendons and stretching them enough to become uncomfortable. Pushing yourself up with your arms proved difficult, but you finally managed to free yourself from the tangled mess of blankets and limbs and wings and sat kneeled on the bed.

Wednesday was still asleep on the other side of the bed, her arms crossed over her chest in her usual sleeping position. She always looked so peaceful when she was sleeping; her bangs slid to the sides of her face and she lost that perpetual frown of hers. Just seeing her looking so calm and at ease in the night had your heart thumping so loudly you swore it would wake the dead. 

However, as Wednesday stayed sleeping, you started to wonder what had woken you up in the first place. Very clearly it hadn’t been Wednesday; she barely breathed let alone moved, at least more often than not. The room was still entirely dark thanks to the blackout curtains she had bought, and as you listened there was nary a sound even from the cars below.

Alex’s scream bounced between the trees.

Blood splashed across your face.

A fire scorched your wings-

-you pressed your knuckles into your eyes until you could see stars behind your eyelids. If you thought it would help, you would have gouged your eyes out of their sockets to rid yourself of the sound of Alex’s screaming. You had heard his screams before, like when he scorpioned on a black diamond a few years ago, but this had been different.

It was a death scream.

With hands still pressed to your eyes, you shook your head slowly. You wanted the images and sounds out, wanted them to stop bouncing off the inside of your skull like that DVD logo on old movies. It left a pressure in your head that you couldn’t ease even with the shaking and pressing against your eyes.

When the images refused to fade, you sighed softly and let your fists fall to your thighs. Alex’s shattered sunglasses sat in your peripheral, shining in the nonexistent light from the room. You gotta check on him. Yeah, that was what you needed to do. You needed to go check on him.

Now.

With a gentleness that you rarely possessed, you slid yourself off the bed without disturbing Wednesday. You checked, of course you did, her sleep was more important than anything else. But once you were sure she was asleep, you grabbed your phone off the charger and walked into the common room.

No one was out there and the TV was turned off, of course. None of you paid for electricity, but that didn’t mean you were raised by animals; no need to waste. In the dark, you could almost see the silhouette of a ghost that had your eyes. A ghost you had been seeing more frequently since that day on the rooftop.

You squeezed your eyes shut again, silently begging him to go away. There were already too many thoughts in your head without adding him to it. If he wanted to help, he could suppress the images. He had done it before without permission, so he could do it again if he was determined to hang around.

Small tremors ran through your hands.

A sigh left your lips as you rubbed your eyes. You were spiralling. Again. It wasn’t the time to be getting angry about something that didn’t even matter anymore. You had come out to the living room with a purpose, so you just needed to check on Alex and go back to bed. It’s where Wednesday was, and you just needed to finish everything and get back to her.

Pops’ number was on speed dial; it had been since… so it was mindless to press the number and hold the phone to your ear. 

Ring. 

It was probably late. 

Ring. 

Maybe he was sleeping. 

Ring. 

Or something worse, and your nightmares had been right. 

Ring. 

Oh god they were probably all lying in their beds bleeding out and-

“-Hello?” You let out a shaky exhale.

“Hey Pop,” you said softly. Weakly. So fucking weak.

“Y/N?” He asked; you heard shuffling from the other end of the phone. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Is Alex home?” You asked, completely ignoring his question. Your personal ghost reappeared in your peripheral.

“Course he is,” he answered, his voice still croaky from sleep.

You started pacing between the couch and the kitchen table. “Can you check?”

“Did somethin’ happen-”

“-Can you just go check?” Silence. “Please?”

“Okay, baby,” he said softly. Soft enough to make you feel like glass. Maybe you were.

You kept the phone to your ear as that familiar silhouette stayed in your peripheral, a little closer now. It used to be a comfort when you were younger, now he was touching on every single nerve in your body. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? Now it was just cruel. You couldn’t keep your head straight if he didn’t just leave you alone.

“Alex and Daniel are safe in bed.” Pop’s voice pulled you away from your spiral, and that ghost disappeared along with the pain that had been growing in the back of your skull.

“Good,” you exhaled. “That’s good. Thank you.”

“You okay, baby?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” you said with a nod of your head that he couldn’t even see. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s alright,” he answered without hesitation. “Need anything else before bed?”

You looked around the empty living room. “No sir.”

“Then get some sleep, little bird,” Pop said.

You bid your goodnights, hanging up the phone before he could ask anymore questions. Only after hanging up did you notice it was a little after three in the morning. Far too late to have been calling him. It made you sick. Were you going to be keeping everyone on edge for the rest of their lives? Maybe your parents were right. You were just a burden-

“Cara mia?”

A cold hand touched you on the arm, so softly it was difficult to tell if it was even real. But you turned around and saw Wednesday standing there, fighting the sleep in her eyes even though you knew she would kill you if you mentioned it. Her nails scratched your skin lightly and you could almost physically feel yourself coming back down to earth, back to reality.

“Did I wake you?” You asked, turning your body to face hers.

“The lack of your insufferable body heat left the bed cold,” she said with a shrug and a dismissive shake of her head.

“So yes,” you said. Wednesday just looked at you.

There was a hesitation in her eyes. She opened her mouth slightly as if to say something but closed it again. You didn’t know what she was hesitant about. Did she even want you to join her in bed again? Or did she wish for you to just stay on the couch? Not that you would blame her if that was the case, you had been keeping her awake for weeks.

Wednesday’s hands lifted to rest on your cheeks, holding you still and keeping you looking at her. In return, your hands fell to her waist as if she would float away. If she had said her fingers held some kind of magic, you would have believed her in an instant. Even though her hands were cold, they were so unbelievably soft and held you as if you were made of glass. Not in a fearful way as if you would break, but in a gentle way to ensure you were safe. To remind you that you were loved.

“Come back to bed,” she said quietly, her eyes never leaving yours.

And oh. Oh, how could you possibly say no to that?

“Okay,” you said with a nod.

Her thumbs rubbed over your cheek bones before she let go and grabbed you by the hand instead. Gently, she pulled you back toward the room, watching you the whole time. Maybe she thought you would run away if she turned back around. Had you given her that sense of paranoia? Had you truly worried her by this point?

You kicked the door shut as quietly as possible while Wednesday continued to pull you further to the bed. It only took the most miniscule amount of effort for her to pull you onto the bed next to her, being careful to let you adjust your wings. One behind you and the other hanging in the air, undecided if it was going to cover you both or not.

Wednesday turned to face you and moved closer until she could place her head between your collar and jaw. Her hands folded over each other before being pulled to her chest, similar to how she slept on her back. You waited patiently until she was settled before wrapping your arm around her. Your wing was quick to follow, creating a feathery blanket over the both of you.

“You’re too warm,” she said. Her breath tickled your neck.

“I know,” you said back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head for good measure as you both settled.

You both had such funny ways of saying I love you.

—---

“You’ve got a guest tonight,” Tio said, sitting on the chair you were in the process of finishing.

You stopped and dusted your hands off as you turned to look at where Wednesday was studying at your desk. The headphones she had reluctantly accepted from you rested over her ears, leaving her completely unaware of the rest of the room. Which was the point, of course, but still. It was downright adorable to see her at your desk with your headphones and your jacket.

Maybe Yoko was right. You were a simp.

"She's been uncharacteristically clingy," you said not unkindly. Tio laughed.

"It's her way of showing love," he said as if you weren't already aware. It certainly made you feel better to hear it from someone else though. "How have you been?"

"Tio," you sighed.

"Be honest, pollito."

"I appreciate you asking," you said as you stood up and grabbed your tools, "but I'm really fine."

"So the bags under your eyes are designer?" He asked, following you while you walked by everyone's projects, inspecting every inch you could find.

"My inability to sleep has nothing to do with my mental well being," you said with a shake of your head. Your fingers traced a groove in one of the cabinets; you would need to fill it.

"You're starting to talk like her," he pointed out as he proceeded to sit on another project and grab the apple off of Simon's desk, promptly biting into it with a satisfying crunch.

"I talk like me," you defended.

"I noticed the books on your desk yesterday," he said. You sighed. This man was going to go through every topic in the world at the rate he was going. "Since when did you care about chemistry?"

"Just got curious, Tio," you said as you stood up again and walked off. He was quick on your heels. "Is that a crime?"

"Doesn't Wednesday's ex study chemistry?"

"Tio." You spun on your heels.

He looked you in the eyes and took another bite of the apple, slow and with intent. He was well aware he had crossed a line, there was no way he didn’t know. And yet there was no indication that he was going to take his question back. It made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your fingers twitch.

“She likes you whether you know chemistry or not,” he said with a gesture of his head toward your desk.

You sighed and moved only your eyes to look at Wednesday. She was still studying, looking at her textbooks, sitting at your desk. Tio’s words echoed in your head and you could almost picture her with Joel. He was smart; incredibly smart. Too smart, if you were being honest. But he could hold conversations with her in a way you couldn’t. They could be weird and smart together and she enjoyed it, everyone could see it.

And then she looked up and locked eyes with you, and the air left your lungs while the shop disappeared. It was only you and her and if you listened, you could practically hear her heart beating in sync with yours. Just like that, you didn’t think about Joel. She wasn’t with him, she was with you. She shared her room and her life and her time with you, not anyone else.

“Told you,” Tio’s voice said, and your eyes snapped back to him.

“You’re insufferable,” you said. You winced when he smirked at you. “I meant you’re a dick.”

“Now you sound like yourself again, pollito,” he said as he continued to eat the apple.

You left him standing there, laughing to himself, as you walked over to your desk. Wednesday took notice and put her book down again before slipping the headphones off her ears, leaving them hanging around her neck. There was the slightest indent on the top of her hair from the weight. If you didn’t think she would kill you for it, you would’ve teased her.

“Yes?” She asked when you sat down on top of the desk, your feet barely touching the ground.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times; it was something she disliked, but she tolerated it for you. Enid had filled you in on that little detail. It wasn’t against you personally, she just found it moronic. Which, you supposed, that fit you perfectly. But you couldn’t help it, the words just wouldn’t come out.

Don’t ask, the voice in your head demanded. Don’t sound desperate. Part of you agreed. If you asked the question then you would be showing her your hand. Wednesday didn’t like unnecessary weakness, and this would be your way of showing one of them. Realistically, she would probably hate it.

But on the other hand…

“Do you like me more than Joel?” You asked.

Wednesday opened her mouth once before shutting it. Ouch. You could feel your heart attempting to claw its way up your throat to place itself at her feet. Maybe if it did, she wouldn’t tell you what you were so anxious she was going to say. You knew you shouldn’t have asked, it was a stupid question that was just going to hurt your feelings. She opened her mouth once more.

You both turned your heads quickly when the front door of the shop swung open, hitting the wall behind it with a loud slam. Two policemen walked in, each with a hand on their gun. You knew that position; they were expecting a fight. You shared a look with Tio before you hopped off the desk and walked your way over, cutting them off before they could get too far in.

“Can I help you, officers?” You asked politely, making sure to stand in between them and Simon. Get him out, Tio.

“We need you to come back down to the station for a few more questions,” the shorter one asked. Her grip tightened on the butt of her gun.

“About what?” You asked. Something shuffled behind you.

“The double homicide from New Year’s Eve,” she said. Her eyes darted to your right side before going back to you.

Your heart dropped at that little tidbit of information. What could they be questioning you about again? Sure, you had drank a little too much, didn’t remember the entire night, but you remembered damn near all of it. What else could you tell them? You admitted to the fight, you admitted to having been drinking, there was nothing else to say.

They don’t trust you.

“Just let me grab my things?” You asked, pointing your thumb over your shoulder in the direction of your desk.

“Sure thing,” the police woman said with a hesitant nod.

You refused to completely turn your back on them as you speed walked back to your desk, keeping your eyes on them as you grabbed your wallet and phone. Wednesday was looking at you with an intensity that you couldn’t quite place. As  discreetly as possible, you shook your head.

“Go home,” you whispered before walking back to the officers. “All set.”

“Everyone here legal?” The taller officer asked. You followed his gaze to see he was looking directly at Tio and Wednesday.

“As legal as you and me,” you said quickly.

The taller officer glared at you as his thumb flicked open the strap on the top of his holster. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you watched him. Take him out, the voice growled. For the first time in a while, you didn’t disagree. If he so much as looked at any of them wrong, you wouldn’t hesitate.

“Let’s go,” the shorter cop said.

You didn’t dare take your eyes off the taller one, and he didn’t take his eyes off you. If he wanted to play hard ball, you would play. When he placed the strap back over his gun, you let out a shaky breath that you hadn’t known you were holding. You readjusted your jaw and looked down at the floor, counting the specks of woodshavings.

When the two officers turned around and started walking out, you were quick to follow. You glanced back one more time to see Wednesday watching you. You tried to give her a confident smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. Please go home, you thought when you turned back around and finished making your way to the cruiser.

You were getting really tired of all these police visits.

—---

The sun was starting to set by the time you finally walked out of the police station. A gruelling… four hours, if you were right. No wonder your back was stiff, they needed to get comfier chairs. If they were going to keep people in there for hours at a time then the least they could do was help prevent fucking scoliosis or some shit like that.

We’ll be in touch, the male cop had said when you tried to leave the room. You didn’t trust him. He had stared at you a little too long, a little too harshly. He certainly thought you were guilty about something. Jokes on him, the only thing you were guilty of was agreeing to talk to them without a lawyer.

Maybe it would be smart to call Señor Moreno.

The wind was cold as the temperature dropped along with the sun. It was the start of a beautiful sunset from what you could see. It dropped along with any hope you had that you would get home at a decent hour. You pulled your phone out and looked at the lock screen; a picture of Wednesday on one of the rare occasions where she almost smiled.

A distraction. You were very much in need of a distraction from… everything.

You started walking away from the police station as you scrolled through your contacts, pulling up her name and starting the call. A part of you, a very large part, knew she wouldn’t answer. She would rather die than have to use the phone you had given her back at Nevermore. But while it continued to ring, you secretly hoped she would answer. It was rather important, after all.

“Addams residence.”

You didn’t even bother stopping your smile. “Up for a date with a murder suspect?”

“Yes,” Wednesday said without hesitation. “Now?”

“Why not,” you said with a shrug that no one could see. “I’ll send you the address, Enid can help you pull it up.”

“Should I bring anything?”

“I’ll take care of it,” you said, immediately running through a list of things you could grab from the shop. “Meet me at the address in 30?”

“That will be acceptable,” she said.

“See you soon, Willa,” you said, smiling when you heard her little huff from the other end of the line. She only tolerated the nickname from Enid.

“Good bye,” she said softly before hanging up the call.

You chuckled to yourself as you typed out the address of the hiking trail before putting your phone back in your pocket and heading to the shop. Most everything should already be in the extra bag you and Tio kept behind his desk. A blanket, some snacks, some drinks. The perfect getaway bag that no one was allowed to know about.

The sun was just starting to kiss the horizon when you got to the park. You removed the bag and worked on taking your harness off, placing it in the duffle. If you could convince Wednesday to let you fly her, you could get to your destination with plenty of time to watch the sunset. You weren’t going to let that stupid interrogation keep you down. You were innocent.

“Be strong,” Nicky’s voice said, and in the peripheral you could see his shadow against the tree.

It had been a while since he had actually talked to you.

“Not a place I would choose for a date,” he continued. The shadow moved to your other side.

“Good,” you said, “because it’s not your date.”

He chuckled, a weird, watery sound that you couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It almost sounded like it was inside your skull, echoing and bouncing off the bone and leaving your eyes moving from side to side. But it also sounded like it was floating on the wind, twirling through the leaves and resting on the grass like dew. Nothing like his normal voice.

Still. It was better than nothing.

“Here she comes.”

Nicky’s voice faded out as you turned around to see Wednesday approaching. She was still wearing your jacket, leaving it hanging past her fingers and nearly touching her knees. Her usual scowl was present but it softened when she locked eyes with you. Not that she smiled, but you would take what you could get.

“Enid said you’re picking up on my proclivities for unusual activities,” she said when she stepped closer. With no one around, she instantly reached over and slotted her fingers between yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s not unusual,” you said as you pulled her into the woods with you. “It’s romantic.”

“You’re dragging me through the woods at night,” she said. “It’s an excellent idea.”

“See?” You said with a smile. “Romantic.” You pulled her closer, nice and tight to your chest.

“Don’t,” she said as she looked up at you with a frown.

“Love you,” you said before bending your knees and propelling you both into the air.

Wednesday was getting particularly good at keeping her screams to herself when you forced her to fly. You knew she hated it, and you really did try not to do it often. Whether it was her fear of flying, or heights, or the unexpectedness of it all, you weren’t entirely sure. All you knew was she hated it and you usually ended up sleeping on the couch later that night.

You landed on the cliff’s edge and let her go, holding her by the waist until you were sure she was steady. The landing, though one of your more graceful ones, left just enough noise to bounce off the walls of the cave behind you. Wednesday looked around, and you let her go, dropping the bag to the ground and pulling out the blanket and snacks.

“A cave?” She asked. Her eyes were glued to the opening.

“A bat colony lives in it,” you said as you smoothed out the blanket on the ground. You hoped it would be thick enough to be comfortable. “Not as cool as birds, but I guess they’re okay.”

A smile finally graced her lips. “You certainly know how to capture someone’s heart.”

“Come on,” you said, finally patting the spot beside you.

Wednesday promptly walked over and sat down, folding her legs to her left side and leaning toward you. From the spot where you were both sitting, you could watch the sun sink below the horizon, illuminating the individual leaves of the trees in a stunning orange glow. It warmed your chest and for a moment, just a fleeting moment, you felt safe.

“Have they deemed you a viable suspect?”

“Wednesday,” you groaned, throwing your head back so hard you fell back to the ground. Your wings crumpled underneath you, leaving a twinge at the base of the limbs and your back arching to relieve it.

“It’s a valid question,” she said, laying down on her side to look at you. “Have they deemed you capable of murder?”

“I mean,” you sighed, “I am capable. Do you not remember last year?”

“I… try not to,” she said.

“What, you didn’t think I looked good in handcuffs?” You teased.

But when you turned your head to look at Wednesday, a goofy smile on your face, she was already looking at you. It was a look you didn’t think you had ever seen from her before. Her pupils were blown and her lips were parted ever so slightly. Why was she looking at you like that? Your smile fell slowly as realisation hit.

Oh.

You chuckled nervously before looking away, now looking up at the stars that were just starting to appear. Oh, this didn’t quite seem like the distraction you had thought. What if she… oh geez. Oh geez. You didn’t know what to do, what if she thought you were being ridiculous?

The blanket tugged a bit underneath you, and you turned your head again to see Wednesday moving closer until she was practically leaning over you. Oh geez. Butterflies swarmed your stomach. Why are you so nervous, you thought, you’ve kissed her before. But this felt different, and you weren’t entirely sure what to do.

“Wednesday?” You asked, your voice sounding croaky and weak. How pathetic, the voice said.

“Earlier you asked if I liked you more than Joel,” she said, her own voice sounding a little rough.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. You went to move your head away, but Wednesday’s perfectly manicured fingers grasped your chin, keeping you looking at her.

“I would like to show you how much more I like you.”

You swallowed harshly.

You nodded once and looked down at her lips. That seemed to be all she needed before she leaned down, her soft lips pressing against yours and erasing every single thought in your head. Her grip on your chin was gentle but firm, and the only thing you could think about was how she had turned you into putty in her hands.

She was going to ruin your life.

You couldn’t have been more excited for anything in your life.

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the cave

Summary: You show Wednesday just how much she means to you.

Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: smut (awkward first time), swearing Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (everyone but her Masterlist)

Wednesday’s grip on your chin never lessened as she held you still. Her knees were on either side of your hips while she sat directly in your lap. Well, no, she wasn’t sitting in your lap, she was full on straddling you. Your hands stayed planted to the ground, clawing at the blanket because you had no idea where to put them. Did you put them on her waist? Her thighs? Her arms? Oh geez.

"You're stiff," she mumbled against your lips.

She caught on, the voice said.

Yeah, no shit.

She pulled away slowly, her weight on your lap shifting ever so slightly. Her grip on your chin remained, but her eyes searched your face for something. Oh no, had you messed up already? God, you had barely even started, now you had blown it and you didn't even know how! Damn Nicky for never teaching you anything good!

"Would you like me to stop?" Wednesday asked, her softened gaze completely focused on you.

"Please no," you said a little too quickly. "I just- I don't- I don't know what to do."

Wednesday looked at you with the slightest furrow of your brow and a tilt of her head. It felt like you were being studied. Were you? Oh geez, you probably were, now you were probably just going to turn into her little lab experiment. You should've just gone right back to the dorm and gone to sleep, this was such a bad idea.

"You don't?" She asked, her tone neutral but with the smallest upward lilt at the end of her question. It would've been indiscernible to anyone else. Not to you.

"I've never done this before," you said even softer.

She didn’t say anything.

“I don’t even know what to do with my hands.” You chuckled nervously and held your hands up in between the both of you. “You know, like Ricky Bobby in-”

-your mouth closed immediately when Wednesday grabbed your hands. Her fingers were a little colder than normal from the cool spring air. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as she pulled your hands, using them to push the hem of her shirt up so she could place your hands on her bare waist. Now there; there she was warm. You gulped loudly at the same time she exhaled softly.

Fuck, her skin was soft. She let go of your hands and brought them back up to wrap around your neck, but you couldn’t take your eyes off where you were touching her. Her fingers played with the hair on the back of your neck as your thumbs lightly rubbed the skin on her hips. You were well aware that you two were in the process of something, but you just couldn’t stop.

Fucking virgin, the voice teased.

“Do you need step-by-step instructions?” Wednesday asked. You nearly jumped at the sudden intrusion to your mental debate with yourself. Or the voice. Ah, same difference.

“I-” be smooth “-or you could, you know, show me.”

She tilted her head again as you finally looked up to meet her eyes. Her pupils were still blown and thanks to the proximity you could practically hear her own heart racing in sync with yours. You wondered if she could feel your own pulse under her fingertips.

"I suppose I do have more knowledge on the subject," she said. Her breath fanned across your face, leaving your eyelids to flutter for the moment.

"I'm guessing your parents taught you more than mine," you joked with an awkward laugh.

It was a shitty joke. You quickly closed your mouth.

"You're nervous," she pointed out.

"Very," you admitted with a single nod of your head.

"Perhaps this will help."

There was the slightest pressure on your neck as Wednesday pulled you into a kiss. It was soft, almost painfully so. Like she was hesitant about something. And maybe she was, you had just admitted you had no idea what you were doing. Which you shouldn’t have done, you had a reputation to maintain.

A reputation that quickly went down the drain when she bit your bottom lip, drawing a very pathetic moan from you.

“Oh,” she mumbled against your lips; out of fear of seeing a smile, you kept your eyes closed. “This will be fun.”

She’s taunting you, the voice said when Wednesday kissed you again. She swiped her tongue along your bottom lip and you quickly parted your lips for her. She’s testing you, it continued. Your grip on Wednesday’s waist tightened. She reacted by lightly scratching the back of your neck. She knows you don’t know anything.

Oh, fuck that noise.

You held Wednesday tighter with one hand as your other went back to the blanket. Her grip on your neck stayed constant as you held her closer and - surprisingly - managed to flip you both until she was on her back and you were hovering over her. With a skill that you were secretly going to congratulate yourself for, not once did you ever have to break the kiss.

But then you froze. Okay, you had put yourself on top, but now what? Oh geez, maybe you shouldn’t have tried to prove a point. The scratching on the back of your neck lightened until Wednesday’s fingers were merely massaging the skin. That alone was enough to ease your racing pulse and your shoulders could relax once again. You exhaled softly through your nose.

Okay, you knew how this worked, it wasn’t rocket science. You knew how the female body worked, you knew what it looked like, you could do this. With your weight shifted to the hand on the ground, you let your other hand finally start to move. Wednesday shivered under your touch as your fingers grazed her side, moving up and stopping on her rib cage.

Your mind started racing when you felt the underwire of her bra. She would tell you to stop if she didn’t want you to, right? Wednesday was bold, she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind or tell you no. But, like, she would tell you, right? Yes she had initiated it, but you didn’t want to make her feel like she had to do anything, especially not on a cliff’s edge.

She tugged on your bottom lip again, forcing you out of your own head. You let out a shaky exhale when she let go, and you finally opened your eyes. She was looking at you with a softness that she usually reserved for when you were losing your mind. And, well, technically you were, but not in a bad way.

You didn’t have time to ask her if everything was okay, if she wanted you to stop. Wednesday pushed at your shoulders until you were sitting back on your knees and she sat up with you. She let your jacket fall off her shoulders to the ground before grabbing the bottom of her shirt, swiftly pulling it over her head until she was left in her bra.

In a move that was entirely cool of you, you turned your head away when she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. Now of all times you were going to try and be modest? The whole point of this was to be immodest! Would it be wrong to turn back? No, it would probably make you seem weird, you were being utterly ridiculous at this point-

-Wednesday grabbed you by the jaw and pulled your head back around until you were looking at her. She wasn’t quite laughing at you, but you could tell she wanted to. It was in the shameless smirk she was giving you as your face heated up at the mere fact that she was now topless in front of you.

Oh geez.

“You are allowed to look,” she said. You gulped loudly. Again. “In fact, it’s encouraged.”

“You’re making it very difficult to…” your words faded off into nothing as you finally turned your eyes back to look at her.

Oh Jesus fuck she was gorgeous. You knew she was stunning before, it had never even been a doubt in your mind but fuck. Every single thought in your head was silenced as you stared shamelessly. It wasn’t smooth, you probably looked rather ridiculous, but you just couldn’t help it. You could feel your wings puff up a little too.

Oh now that was embarrassing.

Wednesday pulled you with her as she laid back down on her back, leaving you leaning over her once again. She grabbed your hand that was hovering over her hip and guided it up, placing it on her ribs right below her breast. Your eyes kept flicking between her breast and her eyes, mesmerised by both.

God you were pathetic.

Your knuckles followed the curve of her breast before brushing lightly against her nipple. She inhaled a little sharper than usual, and your gaze flew up to watch her face. Her eyes opened slowly; incredibly out of character for her. Your wings twitched.

Well, that was a good reaction. Okay, you could do this. You repeated the action, watching Wednesday’s face carefully for any sort of change or indication of what she liked. Again, she inhaled sharply and her eyes closed for a moment. Okay, don’t be weird, you thought before leaning forward to kiss her again.

Her arms wrapped around your neck again, holding you to her. You continued with the gentle touches, brushing your knuckles over her nipple, occasionally rolling it between two fingers. Now that nearly got a noise out of her; not quite, but it was pretty damn close.

You moved your hand to place it on the ground, ignoring her little noise of protest as you shifted your weight and brought your other hand up. She stopped, sighing softly when you did the exact same thing as you had to her other breast. You weren’t stupid, you could get the hang of it, and her little sighs were more than enough to have your stomach turning in delectable knots.

But then Wednesday pulled away and held you still so you couldn’t follow.

“Are you okay?” You asked, your mind suddenly consumed with everything you could have done wrong.

She pinched the fabric of your shirt between her thumb and forefinger. “This needs to come off.”

Your mouth formed a small “o” before you nodded and sat up on your knees once again. The hair on the back of your neck stood up when you noticed Wednesday watching your every move. Nonetheless, you reached over your head to grab the back of your shirt and pulled, the velcro on the back pulling apart the moment it hit the base of your wings. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, it certainly wasn’t sexy, but it worked the way it was supposed to.

Almost as soon as the shirt was off, your wings shook themselves out before tucking tight against your back again. The dust from your feathers fell, and you felt that little tickle in your nose. There was no time for you to move before you sneezed, your wings extending at the action before taking their place again.

“Your sneeze is rather dainty,” Wednesday said, and when you looked back down at her she had a smirk on her lips once again.

“Shut up,” you mumbled as you let your body fall forward, catching yourself at the last second so you wouldn’t squish her.

You weren’t one to be self-conscious without clothes. Thanks to your wings, you had grown up needing help with things anyway, so most people had seen you without at least some article of clothing. But as Wednesday stared at you like you were nothing more than a piece of meat, you felt your face heat up and your heart race.

Her hands studied every inch of skin that she could reach. Over your neck, your shoulders, down your arms. Each time she would touch the sensitive scars, a shiver would travel down your spine, leaving your wings to ruffle in reply. It was almost humiliating that you couldn’t handle even just that simple touch, but you would keep your mouth shut if it meant she wouldn’t stop.

“Do you still require guidance?” Wednesday asked even as she continued running her fingers over your hips.

“I-” you closed your mouth and considered what you were about to say. 

Did you need more guidance? Not that you necessarily needed it, but did you want it? It would probably help so you could figure out what you were doing. But then again, the fun part was figuring it out, learning what she enjoyed and what she didn’t. Besides, it was Wednesday, she would warn you if she didn’t like something. It might be a violent warning, but a warning nonetheless.

“No,” you finally said slowly, drawing the word out as you looked back at her. “As long as you let me know if something doesn’t feel good.”

“That’s acceptable,” she said, finally looking back up at you.

“Okay,” you said with a few erratic nods. But then you froze.

Did you just… get to it? You knew what you wanted to do, but how did you build up to it? Or maybe you should just go for it, Wednesday always liked when you took initiative. But you really needed to check with her to make sure it was okay, you didn’t want to seem aggressive or anything like that. Fuck, why were you making this so complicated, it wasn’t a difficult thing!

“May I offer a suggestion?” Wednesday asked.

You sighed. “Yes.”

“It might be helpful if we both removed the rest of our clothes,” she said, her eyes gesturing down to where you were both still wearing pants.

“Well I knew that,” you grumbled. “I just… didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“And you all believe I’m the one with trust issues,” she said. She was teasing you again. “Trust that I will tell you if I’m uncomfortable.”

Her little smirk was gone, now replaced by a soft look. No smile, that would be misleading, but just soft eyes. You nodded slowly, for once unable to get any words out of your mouth. Trusting her was definitely something you could do. If you trusted anyone, it was her.

You looked at her with raised brows for a moment, just to double check she was okay before you let your hand fall to the waistband of her shorts. Well, no, they were your shorts, and you could tell because of how far they fell down her legs. The sight of her in your clothes never failed to initiate that spark in your core, and your mouth went dry before you started moving again.

With yet another look at her to double check, she rolled her eyes playfully but nodded and you sat back to pull the shorts slowly down her legs. You let your fingers brush against the skin of her thighs as you continued to marvel at each inch that was revealed to you. Thankfully she had gotten rid of her shoes at some point - you honestly couldn’t say when - so it was easy enough to rid her of the shorts.

If she would let you, you would have stayed kneeled in front of her for millenia. You would have set her upon a pedestal so you could worship at her feet until the day you died. There was nothing you loved more than anything else, instead just admiring every inch, every freckle, every curve.

She shivered when your fingers traced the band of her black panties from one hip to the other. It was a beautiful contrast to her tanned skin. All the noise and thoughts and doubts in your mind started to pound on the inside of your skull, telling you to stop. For once, you pushed them back and leaned down, pressing a single soft kiss right below her navel.

Her usual scent was accompanied by something different, something far more intoxicating. You placed another kiss on her skin, leaving a trail to her hip. The muscles of her stomach jumped, and you could feel her thighs tense up. You made sure to give extra attention to her other hip as you let your hands massage her inner thighs, being gentle but firm.

You stopped when you made your way back to her stomach, your fingers toying with the piece of fabric that was, quite frankly, in the way. Would it be too soon to take them off? No, you thought, just do it. As you slid the fabric down Wednesday’s legs, you followed it with soft kisses. Above you, you heard a hushed exhale. With one final kiss right on her pubic bone, you pulled away.

Wednesday’s sigh turned into a grumble when she noticed you weren’t where you were supposed to be. It was dark, but you could imagine the scowl she was sending your way. Any other time you would have teased her, but at the moment you were too focused. You slid back until you could lay on your stomach and hooked your arms around her thighs. She gasped lightly when you pulled her closer.

Even though you had never done it before, you weren’t stupid, you knew how this worked. If you waited any longer then you would work yourself up until you were too anxious to continue. Without giving yourself more time to back out, you leaned forward and licked one long strip from her entrance to her clit, and oh god was she delectable.

The littlest whimper you pulled from her was all it took for you to lose any sense of gentleness. Your grip on her thighs tightened as you dove back in, eating her out like it was your first meal in years. It was sloppy, but the way Wednesday’s heels dug into your back painfully was more than enough motivation to keep going.

A mix of a groan and a moan left your mouth when one of Wednesday’s hands went to your head, holding you closer to where she wanted you. No, at this point it was where she needed you. And who were you to deny the love of your life? She instructed you on what felt best, and you were thankful you were a fast learner. 

You focused on her clit when you felt her thighs start to shake, and you knew the exact moment you pushed her over the edge. It was in the way her thighs clenched around your head and her nails dug into your scalp. Her heels pressed tight against your back, right above your wings. And it was in the whimper she let out, the loudest sound you had heard from her throughout the entire night.

Your movements slowed down as you eased her back down to earth. Only when her thighs released you did you stop, moving instead to leave kisses on the insides of her thighs. She tasted of salt from the sweat you had both worked up, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was if she had enjoyed herself, if she had felt good, if you had proved just how much you loved her.

Both of Wednesday’s hands held your face and pulled gently, and you quickly moved back up her body until you were directly above her again. It was a little too dark for you to see all the features of her face, but you could see her looking at you. All the thoughts and doubts started to come rushing back.

But when she pulled you down into a kiss, soft and gentle and loving, the thoughts faded, dissipating into the very wind that surrounded you both.

“I love you,” you said softly against her lips.

“I love you too, cara mia,” she whispered back, pulling you down into another kiss.

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