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It's all I've ever wanted. Beautiful, mysterious, bewitching love--yes.
I watch this movie about 30 times a week at work (one of my guys is obsessed with it) and honestly, I will watch it with him every time because I love it)
Can you make a “ You Miss Her “ Part two please? tysm🤍
You Miss Her Pt. 2
SUMMARY: A couple of days after your falling out with Wednesday, you receive news of a 'Werewolf Crisis' in Enid's dorm, and go to check it out.
WARNINGS: Angst. Slightly less than the first part, but still angst nonetheless. There is some fluff at the end tho :)
A/N: Send in those requests, homies! I loved this series and would enjoy some more opportunities to work on writing angst.
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And you were right. You were imagining things. But when the voice fades into the crackling of leaves, you realize that something is coming towards you. Standing and wiping your face, you turn to see Thing scuttling towards you, something scribbled on his palm.
The disembodied hand leaps onto your thigh, showing his palm to you so that you can see the message scrawled onto it;
'WEREWOLF CRISIS; please come! Urgent!! -Enid.'
Emotions mixed, you look at Thing.
"Are you sure she's having a crisis?"
The hand signs frantically, and you sigh, nodding your head.
"All right, I'm coming. But only for Enid."
You follow the surprisingly fast hand back to the academy and into Ophelia Hall. Realizing suddenly that Wednesday might be inside, you stop suddenly, and turn to look at Thing.
"Thing, is Wednesday in there?"
Thing signs no.
You let out a shaky sigh of relief, and open the door, walking in.
Immediately you realize that something's off. Enid is nowhere to be found, and Wednesday is standing on the other side of the room, facing a board covered in pictures of gory body parts.
Letting out a hiss of air from in between your teeth, you realize that this was a trick, you turn to exit the room, but Thing has locked the door, and scuttled off with the key.
"Thing! You stupid piece of--" You groan, kicking the door.
Wednesday turns to face you. Her deadpan expression is only slightly varied by her lifted eyebrows and you can see a flash of guilt in her eye.
"Y/N..." she starts, striding towards you.
"I-" immediately you start backing away. Conflict has never been your strong suit. Heck the one time you were forced into conflict back in seventh grade, you almost started bawling.
And part of you is scared. Scared to talk to her because you're scared as hell that she'll say those words again.
"We need to talk." Wednesday says, studying you. She stands opposite you, clearly keeping her distance because she can tell that you're nervous.
For the past couple of days, Wednesday has felt like hell too. As soon as you left the dorm room, she wanted to kick herself. She knew that she had been having a bad day, but that was no reason to lash out at you, especially when you were just trying to help.
And every time she saw you in the halls, Wednesday felt her hurtful words ringing in the back of her head, and she felt an emotion that she didn't feel often; guilt.
For the past few days, Enid had been trying to convince Wednesday to talk to you; but Wednesday shrugged off her attempts, since every time she had tried to approach you, you had made some lame excuse that you had to grab something from your dorm, or that you were late for a class that wasn't even happening.
And even though she wouldn't admit it; she was worried, because, observant as ever, she could tell that her words had struck deep. Your bubbly personality seemed to have disappeared instantly.
And that tiny emotion of guilt continued to keep a hold on her day and night, and she didn't like it one bit.
So now that you're standing here, facing her, that small voice of guilt is starting to speak louder and louder.
"We need to talk," Wednesday repeats.
You look at her, and then back at the door. There's nowhere to go. You slowly slump against the door, sinking onto the floor in defeat.
"Five minutes. And if Thing doesn't come back here in those five minutes, I'll strangle him," you say, not looking at her.
Wednesday hesitates for a second. She's never been good at apologies, nor using her words to express how she's feeling; you've made her feel things that she does not want to feel but if she doesn't admit them, then she might lose you for good.
"I--I wanted to apologize," she begins, clearing her throat. "What I said was-uncalled for and rude, and you didn't deserve it, nor is it true. I never wished to make you upset."
You look up at her, tears glistening in your eyes.
"Wednesday...what you said hurt."
Wednesday inhales, realizing that her suspicions were right. "You know what I said wasn't true."
You don't say anything, wiping the tears from your eyes; you don't want to see her crying now.
"Please forgive me," Wednesday realized that she was close to begging; something that she would never do unless in an emergency. "Y/N...the way you make me feel is indescribable. You do...you do mean something to me."
You look up at her. Her deadpan expression is slightly crumpled; and her eyes are a bit glossy.
"If...if you say something like that ever again...I won't be giving you a second chance." You mumble, letting out a small sigh of relief and exhaustion. You go to stand, but you suddenly sway dizzily; clearly the fact that you haven't been sleeping or eating has done something to you.
Wednesday approaches now, and she offers you her hand, which, blushing, you take. When you stand, your face is inches from hers.
"You're tired and hungry," she observes, quirking an eyebrow at you. "I assume that I'm the reason for this." You don't say anything.
"Y/N, I truly am sorry. I did not mean one word of what I said to you, nor was it true," Wednesday says, taking her hand to gently tilt your face upwards to meet her gaze. You feel your heart beginning to pound. "Forgive me."
You nod. You want to hug her; but you know that she isn't one for touch so you hold your hand awkwardly out for her to shake.
She raises an eyebrow at you with a bit of a smirk.
"I know just as well as you that you want a hug right now," she deadpans. With a sigh, she holds open her arms; she won't admit it but she knows that you do give some pretty good hugs.
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He didn’t have a name. His creator didn’t bother to name him. After the death of Dr. Frankenstein the creature roamed the earth, always rejected by everyone he met. And then he met a young man named Gomez Adams.
Who would like to be the
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Please 🙏
I knew choosing Wednesday Adams as a role model was a smart choice
OMG THE SCARRY MOVIE BEING LEGALLY Blond lmao
I'm dying 💀💀😂
That's a lesbian panicking
Redrawing some scenes of my wife’s show
I tried to do my first animation ever
It’s awful and I never want to do that again
OFC I could be convinced to do more of this by receiving validation from completely unknown people
Really this is the most time consuming activity ever
Doodling gays in class >>>
Hi!!! Don't worry, I'm just posting an old drawing for Halloween...
Would you die for me?
Take me places that nobody knows… 🍷🩸
