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The child born between night and day grows up to hate the moon but hide from the sun so he grows up and sleeps at darn and play at dusk just to hide his hurt

Comet addams of Ca is the son of Wednesday addams and enid sinclair (addams)

He not a fan of being know as an addams so if you ask what his last name is he will tell you he doesn't have one but his nickname is ca.

He use to love his mums but when he turned 15 he started hating them if you ask his mother they don't know. If you ask comet he say its because he lives in there shadow.

You may ask comet who he care about and he would say "Nobody care for me so why should I care." But he dose care about a lot of people he like his uncle pug.

But he considered his aunt divina and yoko his favourite as they buy him spray paint and yoko buy him drink for parts.

Comet as a kid was just like enid so happy and care free always climbing stuff and making uphe couldn't stand the normal or the quiet nights. But now was a teen that all he craved the stories in his head never go away he blame his mother for that.

Yet he blame his mama with the high energy he just wants to sleep long enough to dream as if you can't dream what does life mean.

Comet love animated shows he hide it now but as a kid he love watching studio ghibli and ever after high. He like dreaming about running to his head and imaging he in ever after high. But he knows he can't that hurt him so he writes about it.

Comet was born on February 14th it was the middle of the night when he popped out. Enid his the biological mother and they use a random downer all they know about the donnwer is that he Italian and a normie.

So come half werewolf Italian but not aloud to know so he thinks he adopted and Just keep it to himself. When he was born enid was alone as Wednesday was visiting her family so enid doesn't like talking about comet birth.

Comet doesn't remember much all he truly remember is stuff from the age of 10 up nobody knows this as like Wednesday hate seeming week. It has lead to problems like he forgot hou to count for a bit. Other then that he normal fir someone who part of the addams family.

Despite being more like enid genatcly he can't wolf out and doesn't have claw just increases strength, hearing and smell. Enid worried about it as maybe because she was a late bloomer it stop comet from being able to wolf out.

Here some basic information about comet addams (ca) it will contain facts about him and hobbies plus other stuff if you want to know more ask

.Comet like odd pets but if have to pick a normal pet he like cat more then dogs

.Comet has a pet snake it's name is Sam if you ask it's really name is noodle man

.comet not good at drawing but still like drawing

.he like farming game or just simpl games

.Comet not sure what they are but most people just think he straight

.Comet favourite eah characters are cerise, ramona, cupid, apple and raven

. He right wattpad stores

.comet loves video talking inde games

.he make a games when he bored

.comet dream is to have his big game is to be theory about

.when he was younger he like his mama (enid) more

.he wants to be a writer for a bit like his mother (Wednesday)

Comet has his mom hight (enid), his dad (the Italian guy) skin tone, dark blonde hair, he has both there eyes, comet had his mom smile and he has a what ever is clean and I like aesthetic.

What I'm saying is comet is easy to tell he is enid kid some people think enid cheated then remember that you can't have a kid with another girl. And comet doesn't fall into any real aesthetic but he like a lot of them he may be embarrassed to say some thow

Comet escape into his own head a lot when it's not to eah it's into a game called road 96 it annoy his moms as he will just stairs into space thinking about what it would be like to be friends with zoe, protrol with fanny, steal with Stan & mitch, work with Sonya, hack with Alex, be a bragaied with John, help jarod or just be a teen.

He confused about why he feel this way or why he escape so much but he doesn't hate it he like his thought about being in road 96 that probably why he play it so much.

The Addams family

Some kid in comet school sent him this and sent to the student group chat saying "I want to die frist I don't care who kill me as long as its a girl" then loge off the chat for a good weekend

Comet if an big fan of the amazing digital circus it love ragatha. He cry fir 5 minutes after gummygoo death he might need therapy but that for his moms to forse him to go too.

He has a gummygoo plush he is not part of the horde he is held up higher

Wednesday is often the one to listen to comet ramblel about current interest like when he was obsessed with ever after high she learned there name there friend who their roommate. You get the points, she doesn't understand half of it but she trying.

Enid dose also try but not as much as she often doesn't listen comet can tell in her eyes when she dose or don't listen. She listen when he talks about school and drama just now what he really interested in.

But he still hate both for not being open they keep a lot of things under lock and keep like why mothers (Wednesday) has a scar on her shoulder or why mom (enid) has a scar on her face or they won't tell him about nevermore stories

For being the child raised in the between the cold night and warm day the comforting sound of midnight the harsh sound of car horns. Comet is kind caring it just take a second to realise it you may think they would want to set a fire to feel the warm he never got here the cry to here a sound that onec followed him. But comet human they have hope and dreams.

Just not a lot to say but he knows the word but just prefer the melody, ask him to tell you a story he will keep going long after you fall asleep just hoping it make you have a dream that make you smile a dream to bring you comfort.

This is what Comet look like roughly

Comet often ask himself what make him so special, there often not an answer you may say he an addams, he part werewolf, he see dead people. But he doesn't care he how they see him it struggles with how he see himself that why if you look into his room you will see a broken mirror. He can't stand looking at himself he can't stand only seeing an addams the child of Wednesday and enid. The grandchild of morticia and gomez.

He see there shadow not a kid that struggled to spell his last name until he was 10, a kid that hates wearing pants preferring shorts, a kid that like the rain,a kid that love sour candy. He doesn't see a kid

Werewolves change form as dictated by their moon

everyone but her pt.24

Summary: Graduation leads to summer break, which leads to parties and chaos galore. What could go wrong?

Word Count: 4.4k Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, mentions of blackouts, drug use (weed) Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (everyone but her Masterlist) Taglist: @extinctspino @basichextechml @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @jinxscatbomb @awolfcsworld @suzhiman @gengen64 @eclipsesmoonshine14 @alexkolax @thenextdawn @cacciatricediartemide @cozwaenot @the-night-owl-blr @natashasapphic @elliesbabygirl @alilbitlesbian @irish-piece-of-trash @rainbow-love4ever @audigay @bakugounuggets @myfturn @rockwyn @bigbadsofty07 @andsoigotabutterfly @smromanoff @notheoneforlove

You should have felt bad. Really you should have, and you did to an extent. You knew everyone was graduating and still had nothing planned for it. There had been no true talk of where they were going to college, what they were doing during the summer, none of it. And you felt bad, really you did.

But in the grand scheme of things going through your mind? The passing of your birthday? Everyone else’s plans weren’t top of the list. Except for Wednesday, of course.

They didn’t bother telling you either, the voice in your head said as you watched the graduation rehearsal. You hadn’t necessarily been invited to the rehearsal, but as a technical faculty member, no one questioned it. Besides, you had wanted an excuse to see Wednesday getting irritated with the whole ordeal.

It was the little things in life.

Lucky for you (and Wednesday), her name was second; second only to Bianca, who had gotten valedictorian over Wednesday by a mere .002 of a GPA point. She made it a point to not smile, as usual, and quickly left the stage. With a single glare directed at Thornhill, she made her way to your seat and sat down directly beside you with a huff.

“This is a pointless event,” she said as she straightened her back and crossed her hands over her knees.

“It’s an important milestone in any young adult’s life,” you said as you read off the program in your hand. “Says so right here.” She looked at where your finger was pointing.

“If it weren’t for my parents’ insistence, I wouldn’t even bear the torture,” she continued.

“I know, dear,” you mumbled half-heartedly as you continued to read. It wasn’t interesting, but you hadn’t read the one for your own graduation so… colour you curious.

“Must we stay through everyone?” Wednesday asked once you still had yet to get up from your seat.

“Yes we must,” you said with a nod. “They’re our friends and we love them.”

“Speak for yourself,” she grumbled.

“You don’t love them?” You asked, turning to look at her. She had that adorable scowl on her face. “Is that why you let all of them hug you the other day?”

“Mention it again and I’ll-”

“-rain hellfire on me and my descendants for the next thousand years, blah blah blah,” you finished for her with a dismissive wave of your hand. “I know the drill.”

“Your interruption of my threat tells me you’re now immune,” Wednesday mumbled to herself. “I’ll have to switch my tactics.”

“I’m pretty horrified by kisses,” you said, finally turning to look at her with the deadpan look she so often gave you. Ajax’s name was called; they were almost done. “Maybe you should try that a few times to see if it works.”

She looked you dead in the eye with that cold stare that so often left grown men shivering in their boots. Lucky for you, there was a softness buried deep within. It used to intimidate you, sure, but now? Oh, now it was full of love and you knew she would do anything for you with just that one look.

Enid’s name was called.

“I’ll think about it.”

—---

Graduation went off without a hitch, as everyone had expected… that was a flat out lie, everyone had expected something to happen. Between Yoko’s overbearing father, Divina and Kent’s overachieving parents, Enid’s… well, everything about Enid’s family, Bianca’s mother, and the Addams family? Surely something was going to happen, even at any point.

You were still expecting someone to start something when everyone got together afterwards. What exactly it was, you had no idea. You just knew it had to be something. All those mommy and daddy issues in one spot? It was just begging for disaster.

And you were right.

It hadn’t been Mr. Tanaka, who had shaken your hand and questioned you about working at Marcus’ firm before you gave him a civil “not at this time.” He didn’t seem too happy about the answer, but took it nonetheless with a polite smile. Yoko gave you a look that practically screamed “help me,” and you just returned her look with a smile and left her there.

It hadn’t been Kent and Divina’s parents who, aside from the occasional snide remark about their grades, were actually behaving. They made sure to give you polite smiles and let you move along your way. They were your favourites by far, always minding their own business.

Surprisingly it hadn’t been Mrs. Barclay, who had made the very wise decision to keep her mouth shut. You had both clashed the few times she came to visit Bianca, and it seemed she had learned at least one thing; don’t upset Bianca in your presence. You gave Bianca a congratulatory kiss on the cheek and sent Mrs. Barclay nothing more than a polite smile before moving on.

Even Mrs. Sinclair was doing well, all things considered. Which was beyond an improvement, because at the rate she had been going, you were going to kill her. If she hurt Enid one more time you were seriously going to kill her. Do it, the voice in your head said when you waved in their direction, it’ll be worth it. You decided against it; at least for the moment.

And the Addamses were… well, they were the Addamses. Sweet as could be in their own macabre way. As much as they had driven you nuts over the winter break, you had missed the energy they so often brought to the table. It had been long enough since… so it was nice to be able to talk with them fairly normally again.

None of the usual suspects were causing the usual trouble, and that was all good and well. Everyone was talking with each other, laughing, having fun, it was the closest thing to a normal high school gathering an Outcast school could have. You just got to listen to the Addamses go on and on about everyone, their approvals and reservations (which, quite frankly, was hilarious).

By the end of the night, everyone had mingled, laughed, cried, and had the best graduation they possibly could. The following weekend went on without a hitch as well, with food and games and, surprisingly, no stress. If that was how life was going to be from now on, then you would be able to get through it.

Until everyone just had to ruin it.

You don’t know who had initially come up with the idea, aside from the obvious fact that it wasn’t Wednesday. Part of you suspected it was Yoko, or maybe even Ajax. But then you saw the smiles on The Addamses faces and you just knew who was at fault.

It felt like your heart was going to explode as you watched everyone get into their cars the next morning, prepped and ready to make the trek to the Addams’ mansion. In a daze, you gave Wednesday a rushed kiss on the cheek - ignoring the blush that soon followed - and took off to meet them there. They’ll die in those cars, the voice in your head said when you finally arrived at the mansion.

“Thanks for that,” you mumbled as you fell until you were sitting on the porch steps, your hand clutching your chest in an attempt to keep your heart where it was supposed to be.

You didn’t stop yourself from running forward to greet everyone when the cars pulled up to the mansion. Each face was checked and double checked and triple checked until you were sure everyone, every single person, was safe and sound and out of those metal death traps. Mr. Addams led everyone inside to show them around while you hung back with Wednesday.

“No more cars,” you said simply. She answered by reaching out and taking your hand.

There was something exciting about watching everyone - sans parents, who had finally left after an hour or two - just mill about the mansion, having fun and existing. Something about the space brought out something different in people. It led to more fun, more freedom, something that was usually kept hidden in the outside world. It was a controlled chaos that led to laughter and a genuine sense of joy.

You hated it.

“Sinclair, if you try to sneak up on me one more time, I’m going to get you declawed,” you called out when you heard the floor squeak behind your chair again.

“You’re no fun anymore,” Enid said with a huff. “Wednesday is rubbing off on you.”

“Not yet,” you said as you turned the page of your book, “but maybe soon if I’m lucky.”

“Um, ew,” Enid said, and you could hear the grimace on her face. Which you quickly saw when she stepped into your view. “I did not need to hear that.”

“Oh don’t give me that,” you shot back, “I’ve seen you, Yoko, and Divina sneak off plenty of times.”

“You were spying?” She asked incredulously.

“It’s not spying when you say “don’t come in, you won’t like what you see.” That’s just accepting the obvious,” you said quickly.

Enid glared at you with her mouth wide open before she shut it quickly. You almost wanted to laugh when she rolled her shoulders back and tilted her head slightly. That slight air of faux superiority she got was on full display. Got her.

“I hope you enjoy the rest of your book,” she said with a forced smile before she walked away again.

You really wished Enid had been the only one to pull all that nonsense, but that would have been asking for too much. Divina and Kent were constantly trying to prank you (which didn’t work, at least not in the mansion; you knew all the hiding spots). Ajax kept trying to rope you into smoking whatever unusual plants Mrs. Addams was growing. Eugene was being sweet, he just kept asking you a million questions.

And Yoko. Oh, Yoko was going to pay.

“Maybe if you weren’t so dusty, Wednesday would kiss you more often,” Yoko taunted as she poured the soap into her hands.

“I’m not dusty,” you grumbled as you tried not to overheat from the water in the tub. “It’s a natural coating.”

“It’s dust and it’s to the point of being unsanitary,” Yoko continued. 

Without giving you another chance to argue, she started rubbing it into your wings. Your eyes closed as your whole body shivered, just once, before you could settle back down again. It felt good, you wouldn’t deny it. A soft touch, they felt heavier from the water yet cleaner. She started slowly working her way away from where your wing joined your back.

“We should probably talk,” Yoko said as she neared the middle of your left wing.

“I don’t wanna talk,” you mumbled, pulling your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on them.

“We need to,” she continued.

You didn’t want to talk. It had been a wonderful seven months of nothing serious, no talk about what had happened or getting arrested or everyone treating you like some kind of leper. A fantastic seven months of… harbouring those feelings and letting them fester…

“I needed you,” you whispered. “I just lost…” you exhaled shakily. “And I needed you.”

“I know,” Yoko said. Her fingers slowed down in their cleaning, but never stopped completely.

“Why?”

“You’ll hate my explanation,” she said. “I hate my explanation.”

“My whole world was turned upside down in the span of two months,” you said as you tilted your head in her direction. “I can handle your bullshit explanation.”

Her hands stopped moving.

“I just…” she sighed through her nose. “I don’t know what happened.”

“How can you not know?”

“I don’t know.” Her fingers scratched lightly over the feathers, making you shiver again. “I remember pulling you off of Marcus at the funeral.” You squeezed your eyes shut at the memory. “And then you getting arrested.”

“Yoko,” you turned around a bit more to finally look at her. She wasn’t meeting your eyes. “That was a solid two or three weeks.”

“I know,” she said with a frustrated huff. “It’s bullshit, but it’s like I blacked out.”

Wait.

“Blacked out?” You asked, turning your head slowly until you were looking into the water that was quickly running cold.

“Yeah.” Yoko’s fingers continued moving again. “Enid and Divina had to tell me what I said and did.” She sighed. “Told you you would hate it.”

“I don’t hate it,” you whispered to yourself. Blackouts… “Did you have a headache afterwards?”

“A gnarly one, yeah,” she said, her voice a little louder than it had been.

“Huh,” you said as you subconsciously nodded your head.

“Why do you ask?”

You thought back to the months after… and the different incidents you had had. Coming to after Marcus, your own hands covered in the blood of your kin. The few times you had gotten into a car only to not remember a single second of the trip. When you would get extremely angry and couldn’t recall how or when you got back to your own dorm, or even when Wednesday had crawled into your arms.

“I’ve had a few blackouts lately too,” you said as you swiped your tongue over your lips. “With a massive migraine after.”

“That’s weird,” Yoko mumbled, finishing the last few feathers on your left wing.

“So I don’t totally hate your explanation,” you said when Yoko moved to the base of your right wing.

“Only a little,” she said with a humourless chuckle.

“Only a little,” you repeated with your own smile to yourself. “Please don’t leave me again.”

Yoko’s hands disappeared from your wing, and for a moment you didn’t hear anything. Until only a few seconds later when you felt those same hands hold both sides of your head and pull you back before you felt her cold lips press against your forehead. Your eyes closed and you breathed out slowly.

“Never again,” she confirmed before lightly pushing you forward and continuing cleaning your other wing.

As much as you hated talking about it, it certainly cleared the air with everyone. It brought a completely new concern, but you could at least ease the other feelings that had been festering in your chest. You could almost even laugh again, if you were being honest, which was going to make the Addams’ celebratory ball all the more exciting.

But then Wednesday, of all people, had to be a goddamn fucking traitor.

“Your tie is crooked,” Wednesday said before you could even finish.

“Then fix it, Miss Perfect,” you grumbled, yet stood patiently as she stepped forward.

“Anger metre?” She asked without halting her motions.

“Two.” You shivered when her fingers brushed lightly against your neck. They were cold. “Eugene and Pugsley spilled my coffee this afternoon.”

“Shall I deal with them for you?” She patted your tie against your chest and kept her hands where they were, looking up at you with a tilted head. “It would be my pleasure.”

“No thank you,” you said as you pulled her closer by her hips. “But I know how you can help me lower that metre.”

The smallest of smiles pulled at the corner of Wednesday’s lips as you leaned down. You tried not to laugh when you felt her stand on her toes to reach you with a kiss. While the rest of her was cold, her lips were soft and warm. It was a lovely contrast, especially when paired with her hands on your neck. If you could just-

-the doorbell echoed through the rooms.

“You should go get it,” she said as she pulled back.

“Not my house,” you mumbled and tried to chase her. She stopped you with a well-placed finger on your lips.

“But your guests,” she continued. You could see the little smirk she was barely trying to conceal.

“My guests?” You asked. But nonetheless, you straightened your back and headed downstairs.

Everyone you passed on your way down was either dressed or almost dressed. Even Eugene and Pugsley looked stunning as they helped Thing finish tying his bowtie. He looked very handsome, which you made sure to tell him when you passed. It was wonderful getting to see everyone having fun, almost more excited than they had been for the Rave’N as different Addamses from all around continued to arrive. Even Mama Weems had come by which was a lovely thing indeed, you thought as you opened the front door.

And stood face-to-face with Momma and Pop.

“Fuck.”

“Evenin’ to you too, darlin’,” Pop said with his big smile that usually meant trouble.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as everyone started filing in. And you did mean everyone.

“Wensdy called and invited us,” Pop continued. “You know we ain’t known for passin’ up a party.”

“What do you mean, she called?” You asked right when the woman herself walked down the stairs with a troublesome look on her face.

Oh, you were going to get her back for all of this.

You didn’t have time to question anyone any further as the noise from the ballroom increased. Everyone started making their way in that direction, all the while you kept your eyes locked with Wednesday’s in an unblinking glare. She was high enough on the staircase that you could see her over everyone’s heads. All the while her little smile grew.

“You’re a little demon, did you know that?” You asked her once you had the opportunity to get closer.

“My parents have been wanting to meet them,” Wednesday said with the slightest shrug. “Might as well give your family an Addams welcome.”

“You just want to see if they can handle it,” you continued. Nonetheless, you held your arm out for her to take, which she did instantly.

“You’re speculating,” she said as she leaned into your side.

“Well it certainly wasn’t because you decided, for the first time, to be nice,” you said. Her hands gently squeezed your arm.

“I might surprise you,” she said softly as you both finally stepped into the ballroom.

It was pandemonium in the best of ways. The gang was scattered around, interacting with whoever was willing to talk with them. Ajax and Kent were already roaming around, doing their best to start shit. Divina and Enid were dancing at the far side of the room. Eugene, Pugsley, and Thing were plotting something. Bianca, bless her soul, was just standing around talking with Yoko, but you could see the smile on her face.

Your family, on the other hand, was so blended in with the Addamses that you almost couldn’t differentiate. Abuelita and Grandpa were with Grandmama Addams, probably talking shit about everyone. Tio and Auntie C were talking with Uncle Fester which was… more than terrifying. All the kids had split up to talk with whoever they could find. And your parents were talking with Weems and Mr. and Mrs. Addams.

Laughing and smiling.

“They haven’t started running yet,” Wednesday said as she pulled you into a dance. The only one you knew. “That’s a good sign.”

“That’s a bad sign,” you said. Your arms held Wednesday’s waist tightly. “It means they’re getting along.”

“Sometimes I don’t understand you,” Wednesday huffed.

“They’re going to cause trouble together,” you said; you couldn’t take your eyes off them. They were just standing there and talking and smiling and it was unsettling.

“You and I could cause trouble.” Your head snapped down to look at Wednesday, who almost had a blush on her cheeks.

“Did you just try to flirt with me?” You asked.

“Enid said I should try it,” she mumbled, doing her best not to make eye contact with you. “She believes it will make you feel better.”

“And you listened to her?” You asked. Your dancing had turned to little more than swaying to the music, with Wednesday’s arms now wrapped around your neck.

“Don’t rub it in,” Wednesday said with a slight frown that was accompanied by a darker blush that nearly hid her freckles.

“What else did you come up with?” You asked.

“You have lost your chance,” she said.

“Worth a try,” you said with a smile. You tried your hardest not to laugh when you felt Wednesday purposefully step on your foot.

Oh how you loved her.

The party lasted long into the night, with everyone moving around and dancing and just enjoying life. You managed to drag Wednesday over to where all the other kids were, including your own siblings. They were all laughing together and having fun. Enid was talking incredibly fast with Hailey, who gave you a sad smile before looking back at Enid.

“Never told me your family was cool as hell,” Ajax said as he patted your back harder than probably intended.

“They’re annoying as hell,” you said without any malice.

But as you watched all three of your families interacting, you almost felt… happy. Knowing that the people you loved also loved each other? No drama, nothing upsetting, just fun. Was that what life could be? Not necessarily the party, but everyone getting along and the atmosphere being so lighthearted that for once it didn’t feel like you were trying to breathe underwater?

When you finally crawled into Wednesday’s bed with her at the end of the night, and you held Wednesday close, your heart felt lighter.

Your family and Weems stayed for a few days after, much more relaxed than at the party. Surprisingly, they behaved the entire stay. By the time they left, they all raved about how much they liked the Addamses, “even if they’re a little odd,” as your Grandpa put it. Which was bold coming from him, but you weren’t going to say anything about it.

Everyone bid their goodbyes, making you promise you would come down soon. Mama Weems gave you a kiss on the forehead and said she would see you before long, which made you feel happier again. It almost gave you a taste of what real, adult life was going to be like.

Everyone got restless again a few days later which led to a wonderful plan.

“Bianca has to be the one to drive,” you said with a note of finality that no one argued with before crawling into the van that you hadn’t known the Addams had owned.

It was a quick trip down to Wildwood. You kept your eyes closed and held Wednesday’s hand a little too tight, but she was a good sport. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you hopped out of the van when Bianca parked it, doing your best not to outwardly show everyone how terrified you were.

But then the pandemonium started once again.

Some of the group wanted to ride the rides, some wanted to play the carnival games, others just wanted to go down and walk on the beach. It was quickly decided that everyone would split up and do what they wanted to do before meeting back up on the pier not too far away.

Ajax and Kent went to find the games, Bianca and Divina went down to the beach, Yoko, Enid, Eugene, and Pugsley went to find the rides. And you grabbed Wednesday’s hand and started aimlessly walking up and down the boardwalk. Every now and then the stupid tram car would scare you shitless with its creepy robotic voice, and it almost got a laugh out of Wednesday.

“Shut up,” you told her once the tram car snuck up on you for what was probably the eighth time that day.

“I didn’t laugh,” Wednesday said, but you could see the softness in her features.

“You want to,” you grumbled as you pulled her closer to your side. In a split-second decision, you let go of her hand to sling your arm over her shoulders. She stiffened under you for only a moment before relaxing once again.

“Anger metre?” Wednesday asked.

“A thousand, thanks to that fucking tram car,” you said with a glare at the back of said boardwalk demon.

“Try again,” she said. You felt her hesitate before her own arm wrapped around your waist.

“A zero now,” you said with a smile to yourself. She was showing PDA. She was shamelessly showing PDA.

“Don’t expect this all the time,” Wednesday grumbled. Her words meant nothing when she tightened her grip on you.

You both continued to walk around the boardwalk, not really talking much. It was more than enough to just enjoy the other’s presence. People milled about and the boardwalk got more crowded as the sun started to kiss the water on the horizon. When you could both barely move, you veered off the boardwalk to the beach, where you just stood and looked out over the water.

The sun was leaving a beautiful orange glow that hypnotised you. With a few clouds in the sky adding a splash of contrast, it warmed you from the inside out. A beautiful sunset to end a beautiful day with a beautiful girl. Things almost felt perfect.

“I know I’m not good with emotions,” Wednesday said, “or vulnerability.” The crowd on the boardwalk could be heard from across the beach. “However, I would like to inform you that if you only asked, I would set the world on fire for you.”

“That’s a lot of emotion for you, mi vida,” you said as you turned your head to look down at her.

“Your Spanish is abysmal,” she said as she looked at you in return. “That, however, almost sounded natural.”

“I’ll keep practising then,” you said with a smile.

In the setting sun, Wednesday’s eyes melted into a warm brown that reminded you of her coffee in the mornings. A comfort that was often reserved for mornings alone in your dorm, where you could both wake up slowly and enjoy the silence. You could see the future in her eyes. It was a future filled with more coffee and slow mornings.

“I love you,” you whispered. She didn’t smile, but there was the slightest crinkle in her eyes.

She pulled you down into a kiss that tasted like I love you too.

everyone but her pt.28

Summary: A New Year's frat party, an old acquaintance, and a massive hangover. What better way to ring in the new year?

Word Count: 5.4k Warnings: swearing, bullying, slight homophobia, violence, blood mention Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (everyone but her Masterlist) Taglist: @extinctspino @basichextechml @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @jinxscatbomb @awolfcsworld @suzhiman @gengen64 @eclipsesmoonshine14 @alexkolax @thenextdawn @cacciatricediartemide @cozwaenot @the-night-owl-blr @natashasapphic @elliesbabygirl @alilbitlesbian @irish-piece-of-trash @rainbow-love4ever @audigay @bakugounuggets @myfturn @rockwyn @bigbadsofty07 @andsoigotabutterfly @smromanoff @notheoneforlove

Wednesday didn’t think she had ever seen anyone as comically furious as you.

She knew you had an exceptionally convincing pout; she had been on the receiving end of it more times than she could count. Your lip stuck out just enough to seem pitiful without seeming ridiculous. Add to that the watery eyes you could create on command? Anyone would have fallen for it.

But this was simply ridiculous., and if she hadn’t been on a bus with numerous people, she would have laughed at you.

At the very back of the bus, sitting in the three seats, were Wednesday, you, and Ash. Ash who, as it turned out, was a student at the same university as everyone else and who, even more comically, decided to sit next to you on the bus back to town. All of this simply to leave you a pouting, fuming mess with your arms crossed over your chest like a scolded child.

Wednesday wanted to be upset about the fact that Ash would be sticking around. If all the things Enid had told her and shown her were true, people didn’t like their partners’ exes. By all accounts, she shouldn’t like Ash either; her closeness to you would be worrying to most. But Wednesday couldn’t deny she had grown fond for the woman over the past two weeks.

Not to mention the way she teased you ceaselessly was rather entertaining.

Your wings were tucked safely into your harness on the ride back to the city. Something you had done before Nicky, but now you were adamant about it. No wings out in the vehicle, no matter how far away from the driver or how big the vehicle was. Even Ash had kept her mouth shut when you had pulled the harness tight enough to leave indents in your skin.

“Why can’t you go to school somewhere else?” You asked halfway through the trip. Wednesday’s eyes never strayed from her book, though she felt you gently squeeze the other hand you were holding.

“I went to school there first, dipshit,” Ash commented. She, too, was refraining from looking at you, instead opting to keep her eyes closed as she rested her head against the window. “Y’all didn’t get there till a year later.”

“Just transfer to a different school,” you said softly. Thankfully there weren’t very many people on the bus to listen in on your childish argument.

“Too bad,” she said, “you’ve gotta put up with me a little longer.”

“This world is a nightmare,” you whispered to yourself as you threw your head back against the headrest.

The rest of the ride went by smoothly. Your leg bounced and your fingers drummed against Wednesday’s palm, yet you stayed silent. At some point you had been on your phone; playing a game, reading something, talking to someone, Wednesday didn’t know and she didn’t necessarily care. As long as it kept you distracted from the fact that you were in a vehicle, she wouldn’t ask too many questions.

You carried both yours and her bag on the walk back to the dorm from the bus station. Ash had bid her goodbye - after giving Wednesday her phone number and address in case of emergencies - and you mocked her before dragging Wednesday away. It was immature, absolutely ridiculous, and yet you were smiling as you walked away.

“Why must you continue this childish feud?” Wednesday asked when you grabbed her hand and squeezed gently.

“It’s fun,” you said with a shrug and a twinkle in your eye.

Ajax and Kent were already sitting on the couch in the common room when you both got back to the dorm. You all bid each other hello on your way to the bedroom, quickly dropping everything on the floor before falling to the bed. Though Wednesday took her time, she ended up doing the same and letting you wrap your arms around her waist.

“We should do something for New Year,” you said. You were laying on your back, looking up at the ceiling with dull eyes. Wednesday knew that look; she didn’t like it.

“I believe Enid, Yoko, and Divina will be back tomorrow,” she said in reply. “THey will most likely be interested in doing something as well.”

“Think there’s a frat party,” you said. “We should go.”

It was a foolish idea, Wednesday knew that. Nothing good could ever come from a fraternity party, especially on such a large campus. She knew they were trouble, and she knew you were trouble. The two would not mix and if alcohol was involved? No one would be safe from the potential chaos.

“Okay,” she said anyway.

Enid, Yoko, and Divina came back to the dorm the next day, followed quickly by Bianca later that evening. By the time New Year's Eve rolled around, everyone was more than ready to do something; or more accurately, they were excited to go to a party. None of them more excited than you.

“No disappearing with strangers,” you said on the walk over, your hand squeezing Wednesday’s lightly. “I’m not getting another battery charge over some creep at a frat party.”

“We’ll be careful,” Bianca said and everyone was quick to nod and mumble their agreements.

The party was in full swing by the time you all arrived at the already-obnoxiously messy fraternity house. Everyone separated quickly, but you stayed right beside Wednesday; she appreciated that. The party was very much not her usual scene and if it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have even entertained the idea. Though judging by the look on your face, you weren’t seeming to enjoy yourself either.

“There’s too many people,” you said, leaning down until your lips were near her ear.

“You wished to come,” she said not unkindly. You made a face that said “I know” before standing back up and looking around.

The fraternity house was nothing less than what she had expected one to look like. Flags of all kinds, outdated posters, and sports jerseys lined the walls. Empty plastic cups littered the floors and yet there never seemed to be a shortage of them at any of the tables. In almost every other corner was another beer keg that somehow flowed ceaselessly.

“Did you want a drink?” You asked Wednesday as you guided her further into the house.

“Do you?” She asked in return.

You thought for a moment. “I don’t think so,” you finally said. “I don’t trust any of these people.”

“I don’t either,” she admitted as her eyes scanned the room. There were far too many people.

“Come on,” you said, pulling her with you until you found an empty spot on a questionably clean loveseat.

You practically fell onto the loveseat, dragging Wednesday down with you until she was on your lap. It was a bit uncomfortable with the unceremonious movements of it all, but she quickly got settled and silently rejoiced in your arms wrapped securely around her waist. There was something grounding in your touch, the secret possessiveness behind each squeeze when someone glanced in your direction.

“They’re all looking at you,” you said when yet another man walked by, his eyes trailing up and down where you were both sitting.

“They would do no such thing,” Wednesday said even though you both knew better. Your arms tightened around her waist.

“They are doing such a thing,” you grumbled. There was something in your eyes as you watched the man walk away.

“Metre?” She asked, her eyes stuck to you even though you weren’t sparing her a second glance.

“Eight,” you said quickly.

Your answer came as no surprise to Wednesday; she could feel it in the grip you had on her, soft yet bruising. If looks could kill, she had no doubt the man still looking at her would be nothing more than a corpse on the floor. The set of your jaw was enough to make anyone think twice before approaching.

It was rather attractive.

“Cara mia,” Wednesday said softly into your ear, which twitched at her words. But still, you didn’t look at her, your eyes trained on anyone that even glanced in Wednesday’s direction.

Incredibly attractive.

She cupped your jaw and scratched it lightly before turning you to face her. Your eyes were unfocused and you wanted nothing more than to look back out at the room, but you stayed still like a good little bird. Oh how she had failed to realise just how possessive you could truly be.

“They’re looking at you,” you said softly, only loud enough for Wednesday to hear.

“Yet I’m looking at you,” she said.

The way you visibly relaxed was almost comical if you had both been somewhere private. She would have teased you about it in the privacy of your own room, admiring the slight blush that would adorn your cheeks. But here, she could see your relief at her statement and she wondered just how much you didn’t tell her.

Were you insecure? Worried that if someone else gave her the time of day then she would leave you behind? Or perhaps you believed others could offer her more; she wasn’t oblivious to your borderline desperate attempts to make yourself useful or “necessary,” as Yoko had put it one evening after you had finished making dinner for the next three nights.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked. Wednesday could barely even hear your words, but she knew the look in your eyes.

She was acutely aware of the amount of people in the fraternity house, and how many were looking in your direction. There was very rarely a need for public affection, at least in Wednesday’s mind. You were a little more in favour of such a thing, but you kept your impulses under control and she appreciated it.

But the slight frown on your lips and the worry on your brow was enough to convince her otherwise, at least for the moment. Without another word, Wednesday leaned forward to press her lips against yours in a light, lingering kiss. Nothing drastic, nothing that would draw much attention, but enough to let you know how she felt.

The way your hand slid down to grip her thigh told her you understood.

“They’re still looking,” you mumbled against her lips, but your body stayed relaxed. Excellent.

The party continued on around you both, and while you kept your eyes glued to Wednesday, she was looking out at the crowd. With a bit of luck and a lot of focus, she was able to find everyone. The Trio were around a table with some other women, with Enid and Divina holding drinks in their hands while Yoko stood with her arms crossed over her chest. Bianca was leaning against a wall and talking to a young man that seemed far too interested. And Ajax and Kent were near a keg, attempting to do keg stands.

A typical fraternity party, Wednesday assumed.

“Did you want a drink?” You asked, drawing her attention once again. “I think I want one now.”

She shook her head in the negative. “Go get one.”

“I’ll be right back,” you said, leaning forward to give her one more quick kiss before getting up and walking into the crowd.

Wednesday stayed right where she was, not wishing to talk to anyone or draw any unnecessary attention to herself. She could not care any less about these people, nor did she even have the desire to care. Her sole purpose at the ridiculous party was to be with you, and that was all she cared to do.

“Never thought I’d see you at a frat party,” an all-too-familiar voice called out through the insufferable noise.

“Precisely the opposite of what I thought about you,” Wednesday said in reply as Ash fell onto the seat directly beside her.

“One day,” Ash said with a nod. “One day I’ll get you to admit you like me.”

“I would rather scoop my own eyes out with a rusty spoon,” she said. They both knew she wasn’t serious.

With Ash’s body heat creating a comforting feeling - it was similar to yours, though not as encompassing - Wednesday could finally search for you once again. You had disappeared into the crowd and for a moment, she thought she saw your unkempt hair in the group around the Trio. But as she looked harder she realised it wasn’t you, just some random boy who was trying his best to hit on Enid.

The look on Yoko’s and Divina’s faces was beyond entertaining.

“Looking for Y/N?” Ash asked before taking another sip from her red plastic cup.

“She went to get a drink,” Wednesday answered.

“I saw her on my way over,” Ash said. “Some sorority girls got her to do shots.”

Something uncomfortable settled in Wednesday’s stomach.

“Of course they did,” was all she said in return.

Wednesday never considered herself a jealous person; she knew her worth and refused to associate with anyone who didn’t treat her as such. If someone treated her as anything less, or as expendable, she had no shame in leaving them behind. On top of that, she knew you worshipped the ground she walked on, following her around like a lovesick puppy. She had no fear of you leaving or disrespecting her.

However, she was also aware that other people had no shame in attempting to disrespect her.

“She’ll get a migraine,” Ash continued, her voice far softer than Wednesday wished it to be. “If it’s really bad, she’ll get nauseous. Just make her sleep it off and she won’t bug you too much.”

A retort quickly found its way to the tip of Wednesday’s tongue at the bit of information Ash was oh-so-willingly handing out. She didn’t need your ex to tell her how to take care of you. But there was no malice in her voice, nothing to indicate she meant anything other than care for your well-being and Wednesday’s sanity. The gesture was kind.

“If it’s really bad, I’ll send her to you,” Wednesday said instead.

Ash barked out a laugh. “You do that and she’s sleeping on the streets.”

They both started a light conversation; nothing serious considering it had only been a few days since they had seen each other, but something to pass the time. Every now and then Wednesday would see you through the crowd, finally attempting to make your way back to the loveseat before getting pulled in a different direction. If she was correct, your anger metre would eventually rise and someone would get hurt.

“Willa!”

Ash stopped mid-sentence as Enid finished shoving her way past people to stand in front of the loveseat. She was unsteady on her feet and her eyes were unfocused and Wednesday didn’t have to guess how much alcohol she had consumed so far. It seemed you wouldn’t be the only one with a hangover in the morning.

“Y/N is- hi stranger,” Enid said with a smile when she saw Ash, who hesitantly waved and smiled in return. “Willa, did you make a friend?”

“Focus, Enid,” Wednesday said not unkindly. “Y/N is?”

“Oh!” Enid laughed at herself before her face fell serious. “She’s about to start a fight.”

“Shit,” Ash mumbled before pushing Wednesday off the seat and quickly following suit.

Enid led the way, continuing to shove her way past the throngs of people that were starting to gather in one particular spot. It was times like that where Wednesday could truly appreciate the werewolf’s strength and sturdiness; she certainly never would have made it by on her own. With Ash close behind, they finally stepped into the centre of the circle where you were standing toe-to-toe with two fraternity men. Kent and Ajax stood behind you, simultaneously reaching out to pull you back while backing up themselves.

“Say it again,” you said loud enough for even Wednesday to hear it over the music.

“You heard me the first time,” the taller of the two men said. He seemed far too cocky. Wednesday secretly hoped he would throw the first punch so you could finish the fight.

“Too scared to say it again?” You asked.

The shorter one stepped closer. “We called your Outcast friends a pair of faggots.”

“See, that’s what I thought you said.” A humourless smile graced those pretty lips of yours. “I think you should apologise.”

“I’m not one to apologise for the truth,” the taller one said.

“Apologise on your own,” you said with a slight tilt of your head. Oh no, “or I’ll beat it out of you.”

“I’d like to see you try,” the shorter one said with his own smile.

At the slight roll of your shoulders, Wednesday made a split second decision. No one even dared try to stop her as she stepped forward and grabbed your forearm in a grip just tight enough to get your attention. She remembered Alex doing something similar in the ice cream shop all that time ago. The muscles under her fingers relaxed instantly and she thanked whatever was out there that the tactic had worked a second time.

“Let’s go,” she said when you turned to look down at her, the anger dissipating the moment your eyes met hers.

You didn’t argue or fight when she pulled you back, away from the two men still sneering and watching with hungry eyes. As much as Wednesday wanted you to beat the shit out of them, she knew better than to let you loose. Even so much as a taste of violence would risk your good streak and she refused to let you do such a thing as a fraternity party.

“Go on, pup,” one of the men said, “let those freaks walk you like a dog.”

It was as if your body turned to stone. No matter how hard Wednesday pulled, you didn’t budge. She turned her head to look at you for a moment, only a moment, and she knew she had only a second to make a decision. There was no need to ask what your anger metre was; she could see it in your eyes and the painfully tight clench of your jaw.

She dropped your arm and nodded once.

Your teeth showed in a sadistic, crooked half-smile as you turned around to face the men once again.

Wednesday refused to watch when she heard the first punch land, but she didn’t have to. It was clear who had swung first, and it was clear who was winning. The sounds of the crowd grew louder, drowning out the sounds of violence behind her. Even though violence was no stranger to Wednesday, she didn’t wish to see you partaking in it. She couldn’t quite explain it, but she felt nausea grow at the thought of you involved in violence.

“If you so much as look at my friends again, I’ll end your fucking bloodline,” you said, and at that, Wednesday finally turned to look at you again.

The two men were on the ground holding all kinds of body parts. Then there you stood, towering over them with blood dripping from your nose and the beginnings of a black eye making an appearance. Ajax, Kent, and Bianca were pulling you back, and though you pretended to resist, you let them push you back into Wednesday’s direction.

“Good luck,” Ash said when you stumbled and nearly fell at Wednesday’s feet.

“Thank you,” Wednesday said with a frown that quickly softened when she met your eyes.

Everything about you seemed more relaxed, as if you had let out some of the pressure that had been building inside you. Your eyes were soft and your shoulders drooped. If not for the blood coating the bottom half of your face, she would have thought you were just a regular college student.

She grabbed your hand and dragged you away from the dissipating crowd, quickly finding a bathroom and pushing you inside before closing and locking the door. You swayed lightly on your feet, just enough to remind Wednesday that you had been drinking a little earlier in the night. If she had been responsible, as she usually was, she would have scolded you for it.

But when you turned and looked at her with the softest, most gentle smile she had seen on your face in months, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“You look really pretty,” you said, your smile turning dopey.

“Sit down,” Wednesday said with a roll of her eyes even though she could feel her cheeks starting to heat up.

You did as ordered - with a bit of stumbling as you missed the edge of the tub and nearly fell to the floor - and sat as still as you could. Which wasn’t very, but she would allow it. When she turned back around with a wet cloth, she almost smiled at the sight of you sitting politely with your hands clasped together in your lap. As if you were a child waiting to receive a reward for something.

“This will hurt,” she said as she stood in front of you, “don’t move.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said softly, your eyes still looking at her in a way that reminded her of her father.

There was the slightest twitch in your eye when she started to wipe the blood from your nose, but aside from that you sat perfectly still. Music from outside continued to thump in her ears, dull from the walls but ever present. She could feel you watching her, looking at her with an admiration that almost made her uncomfortable. And when you licked the split on your bottom lip, you almost made her stomach flip.

Just almost.

“Mi vida,” you said softly, the use of the term making Wednesday freeze, “can I kiss you?”

Without answering, she finished wiping the remainder of the sticky blood off your lips. Why did you always feel the need to ask her before doing such a thing? None of the Trio ever asked each other before giving their kisses. She didn’t think she saw Bianca ever ask anyone. So why, then, would you ask almost every single time?

She straightened her posture and looked down at you. At the new gash on the bridge of your nose and the split on your bottom lip that was almost identical to the scar on the top. The slightest daze in your eyes that didn’t appear to stop you from looking at her so intensely she felt she might combust.

With only a second of consideration, she leaned down to kiss you; your lips tasted of copper and liquor. An unusual taste but not unpleasant. She could feel your shift underneath her, almost as if you were about to move, but you soon stilled again. When she pulled away, you were quick to chase after her, only giving up when she took a step back.

“That’s it?” You asked with an adorable pout.

“You can have another one once you behave,” Wednesday said.

“What about my New Year’s kiss?” You asked with wide eyes. “Can I have that one too?”

Wednesday sighed quietly. If this was what you were like when you were drunk, maybe she really would turn you over to Ash. Although she supposed you did look cute when you were looking at her like a lost puppy. Perhaps she would give you another chance. At least for the moment.

“Come on,” Wednesday said without actually giving you an answer to your previous question.

She grabbed you by the hand and dragged you out of the bathroom and back to the party where everyone was already starting to count down to the New Year. You looked at her quickly with raised brows and an expectant look. If you hadn’t been so damn insistent she would have left you right then and there.

But when everyone continued counting down, and cheers rang out, she pulled you down by the collar of your shirt and into a kiss. For your sake - because it certainly wasn’t her desire - she kissed you deeply, her grip on your shirt tight. Your hands quickly fell to her waist, the grip bruising yet not uncomfortable. The cheers died down and the music continued their assault on her ears, but all she could truly focus on was the feel of your lips against hers.

When you pulled away her pulse was racing enough to make her dizzy. Mentally she cursed you for affecting her as much as you did. It was a weakness that she despised and yet, when you kissed her, she couldn’t help it. There was something hypnotising and special about your touch. She would kill for it; she would die for it.

“Happy New Year, darling,” you said softly, your warm breath fanning across her cheeks. Now that was a nickname Wednesday could live with.

“Happy New Year,” she said in reply before pressing one more quick kiss to your lips. “Shall we stay longer?” She asked.

“No,” you said with a shake of your head. “My head hurts.”

“It wouldn’t hurt so bad if you hadn’t started a fight,” she said even though she knew it was from the myriad of things that had transpired throughout the night. “I’ll gather everyone and meet you by the front,” she continued.

“Yes ma’am,” you said. With the speed of a viper, you kissed her once more, a giddy smile gracing your lips before you stumbled off toward the front door.

Thankfully it didn’t take long to find everyone. The Trio were still being hit on by a few fraternity guys, Bianca was in a heated makeout session with some sorority girl, and Kent and Ajax were busy playing beer pong. Or rather, busy losing beer pong. They were more than happy to abandon the game, saying they had places to be.

She even picked up Ash, who said she would be more than happy to help get everyone home safely.

Wednesday assumed it took all of fifteen minutes to find everyone and get back to the front, where you were leaning against the doorframe of the front door with exhaustion weighing heavy on your shoulders. But the moment you saw everyone walking towards you, you perked up and stood up straight. Not even the sight of Ash brought you down from whatever high the alcohol had put you in.

Though the walk back to the dorm was short, it was quickly clear who had been drinking throughout the night. You, of course, as you did your best to appear sober even as you tripped over your own feet. Enid and Divina, who were hanging on to Yoko for dear life. And Kent and Ajax, who were hanging on to each other and singing tuneless songs.

“I vote for no more frat parties,” Yoko grumbled.

Ash and Bianca muttered their agreements.

“I concur,” Wednesday finished.

It was easier to get everyone in their beds than previously anticipated. Ajax and Kent went straight to their shared room and shut the door; Bianca quickly checked and confirmed they were already fast asleep. Yoko took her two hooligans to the room and also gave a silent thumbs up that they were passed out. That only left Wednesday to get you to bed.

“I’ll head on home,” Ash said once the main four were accounted for.

“It’s late,” Bianca said with a shrug. “I have a second bed.”

“You sure?” Ash asked hesitantly.

“There’s a murderer on the loose, remember?” Bianca said with a raised brow. “Safer to stay.”

Ash looked at Wednesday, who gave a noncommittal shrug, before agreeing to stay. She and Bianca bid you and Wednesday goodnight, leaving the two of you to get to your room. Which, thankfully, was also fairly simple since you were slowly sobering up enough to be slightly useful.

“I’m gonna hurt tomorrow,” you gumbled when you had finished getting ready and fell onto the bed.

“Yes you are,” Wednesday agreed as she slipped in beside you, smiling in the dark when your arm instinctually found its way around her waist.

“Take care of me tomorrow?” You asked.

“I would rather wear pink.”

“That’s my girl,” you chuckled, your laugh fading into the softest of snores. Wednesday was quick behind you.

The morning - or rather, the afternoon - was rather funny when everyone finally reconvened in the common room of the dorm. Of course Wednesday, Yoko, Bianca, and Ash were fine; Bianca and Ash had the slightest headaches, but nothing a few Advil couldn’t handle. They were all okay, ready for the day, ready to see what they could get done in the remaining daylight.

The other five of you, however… well, that was a different thing entirely.

Enid and Divina were sick to their stomachs, which they made sure to remind everyone about every 30 seconds. No matter how much Yoko grumbled at them, she still let them rest their heads on her shoulders. You, Kent, and Ajax were cuddled up in front of the couch, eyes closed and grimaces on your faces. It didn’t help that Bianca decided to talk a little extra loud, just for you.

“I need hangover food,” you said, immediately wincing at the volume. Which was normal, even a little quiet, if Wednesday was being honest.

“Don’t talk about food,” Divina mumbled.

“No no, talk about food,” Kent interrupted.

“I know a guy,” you said, your eyes finally opening just enough to make sure you didn’t squish anyone as you stood up. “Don’t bother getting dressed, come on.”

You didn’t bother waiting for anyone as you grabbed Wednesday’s hand and made your way out of the dorm. Everyone followed suit, letting you guide them all down to the streets below. A few groans were heard as the sun assaulted your eyes, but you kept walking, taking them a few streets down to a little hole in the wall that Wednesday would admit she had never seen before.

“Afternoon, pollito,” a man said when you walked in. “A productive New Year, I see.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, “my booth available?”

“Go on,” the man said with a chuckle and a gesture of his head, “I’ll bring out the special for everyone.”

“Thank you,” you said, finally stepping aside to usher everyone into the small restaurant and to a booth in the very back corner.

With the amount of people, you and Wednesday ended up sitting at opposite sides of the table. Not that you seemed to mind at the moment considering you were pinching the bridge of your nose - still a bit bloody from the night before - and squeezing your eyes so tightly she thought they might weld shut.

It didn’t take long before the man brought out plates for everyone, placing them in front of each person along with a steaming cup of coffee. If Wednesday was being honest with herself, it looked rather delicious; rice, ground beef, and an egg on top. Maybe it would be enough to satisfy yours and Enid’s voracious appetites.

“On the house,” the man said with a smile. Your eyes flew open as you looked at him. “For the New Year,” he said quickly, beating you to the punch. Your eyes narrowed but he left before you could say anything else.

Wednesday was correct in her assumption; it was an extremely satisfying meal. The more everyone ate, the more they started to perk back up. You would still grimace at certain volumes or the lights, but you seemed a bit more normal. Maybe Ash was wrong and you wouldn’t be as needy as usual. You actually looked at peace, and you looked at her with gentle eyes before you-

“-Wednesday?”

Everyone froze.

“Wednesday Addams?”

Every head at the table turned slowly to look at the young man currently coming up to the table. His round glasses rested low on his nose and he was slightly unkempt, shaggy hair hanging near his eyes. A large book was tucked under his arm and he was looking at Wednesday in a certain way…

Of course.

“Joel?”

everyone but her pt.29

Summary: Wednesday's ex makes an appearance and you're not happy about it. Neither is the voice in your head. And things only go downhill from there.

Word Count: 4.8k Warnings: swearing, murder, hallucinations, injuries, police Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (everyone but her Masterlist)

“Joel?” You asked.

“I haven’t seen you in ages,” Joel said, his eyes still glued to Wednesday. Why was he looking at her like that?

“Since that second summer at Camp Chippewa,” Wednesday said with the slightest tilt of her head. Why was she looking at him like that?

“Camp what?” You asked. Everyone seemed to be trying to follow the conversation same as you; it didn’t make you feel any better.

Your migraine got worse.

“You staged a getaway again, same as the first summer,” Joel continued.

“What is going on?” You asked.

“Come join us,” Wednesday said as she moved aside.

“What the fuck?” You whispered to yourself as you watched him sit right by your girlfriend. Why was he so eager? What the hell was he doing?

He made her tilt her head, the voice in your head growled, loud and booming. It almost felt like it was rattling your brain inside your skull before pulverising it with a meat tenderiser. Even though it worsened the migraine, you knew the voice was right. This Joel character, whoever the hell he was, had made Wednesday do the equivalent of a smile. You could barely even do that.

You watched - and seethed - as Joel and Wednesday started talking as if they had known each other for centuries. She doesn’t talk to you like that, the voice said when Wednesday started rambling about whatever thing she had learned in her Lit class that, coincidentally, he was also taking. They were bonding.

Get angry, the voice said when Wednesday very nearly smirked at something he said. She didn't, but she nearly did, and that was bad enough. Images flashed in your mind, images of your hands around his neck. It would be simple, you only had to reach over the table. You just looked back down at your food and stabbed your spoon through your rice.

"Seems Wednesday finally has a friend," Divina said from her spot beside you.

"Yeah," you mumbled.

His pulse weakening beneath your fingers as you squeezed harder-

-you blinked to clear the image away. You didn’t need to kill him, especially if he was a friend of Wednesday’s. She didn’t have many friends, you needed to calm down and let her live. Wednesday Addams had no keeper, and even if she did it certainly wouldn’t be you.

“How do you two know each other again?”Ash asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You stabbed the spoon into your food once again; you weren’t hungry anymore.

“My Aunt Debbie deceived my parents into forcing Pugsley and me to attend a summer camp a few years ago,” Wednesday said with another tilt of her head. You roughly grabbed your coffee, suppressing your cough when the liquid was still just a bit too hot when it hit your throat.

“You have an Aunt Debbie?” Bianca asked.

“Picture a grown Enid, but more homicide and mania,” you said with a shrug. Not that you had met her yet, but you had heard stories. After all, she had married Wednesday’s favourite Uncle.

“We were always in trouble for not being like everyone else,” Joel said. He needed to quit looking at Wednesday before you ripped his eyes out of his skull.

“What rebels,” you mimicked, ignoring the look Yoko sent your way. “Practically anarchists.”

“Wednesday was my first kiss, actually.”

You choked on the coffee you had just attempted to drink. She was what? With wide eyes, you looked up to see Wednesday looking at you with a passive face, aside from the slightly lowered brows. Oh she was not giving you that look, not when you were just told Mr. Happy Go Lucky over there had kissed her.

“Oh shit,” Yoko whispered.

Even with your eyes glued to Joel, you could feel everyone else’s eyes on you. Watching you, waiting to see if you would snap. Is that what your life had turned into? One where everyone was just waiting to see what would be the straw to break the camel’s back? Worried that just one wrong thing would cause you to break and lose your temper? 

They should be worried, the voice in your head taunted. You’re a loose canon. 

No you weren’t. 

A liability. 

No. 

A death wish.

“So you two were together?” Ajax asked, his eyes still closed from the hangover no doubt plaguing his body.

“As well as two children can be,” Wednesday said.

“For about a year and a half or so,” Joel said with a nod. He wasn’t even giving you the respect of looking at you.

A death wish.

“We were, what, 12? 13?” Joel asked as he looked at Wednesday with the beginning of a smile.

Tick tick tick.

“I believe so,” Wednesday said with a slight nod.

“Shit,” Yoko mumbled again.

You’re gonna snap.

“And you actually, like, had a good time?” Kent asked Wednesday.

Tick tick tick.

“I would say it was rather enjoyable, yes,” Wednesday answered.

Boom.

You slammed your hands on the table and stood up quickly. The ringing in your ears grew with each second that seemed to crawl by at an agonising pace. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get a full breath. It felt like you were trying to breathe underwater, each breath heavier and more painful than the last. You were acutely aware of everyone’s eyes on you as the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

Defend what’s yours.

“Hey,” Divina said softly. You couldn’t help but flinch when her hand rested on your forearm. She can go too. “You okay?”

“I’m gonna head out,” you managed to choke out past the lump in your throat.

“Are you feeling ill?” Wednesday asked.

Finally she was looking at you with something other than indifference. Outwardly it would almost seem angry, but you could see the lack of a glare in her eyes. She wasn’t looking up at you, but looking at you with the slightest downturn of her lips. You knew what care looked like on her, and for the first time all day, it was what she was showing you.

“I have a pocket pharmacy,” Joel said quickly, “did you need something specific?”

Kill them all.

“I’m good,” you said harshly. Break his spirit. “I’ll see you guys at the dorm.”

“Did you-”

-you didn’t wait to hear what Yoko was going to say before leaving the booth and heading out of the little restaurant. You gave a tense goodbye wave to Chung on the way out the door. The migraine continued to pound against the inside of your skull, worsening when the sunlight hit your eyes.

Go back in there and show him who’s the boss.

“Shut up,” you said through clenched teeth as you started walking aimlessly down the street.

The voice continued to rage inside your head, mixing between threats and images that, try as you might, you couldn’t shake off. The sound of Joel’s gasps for air or the feel of him desperately trying to claw your hands off. It was too much, you didn’t want to hurt him.

Yes you do.

“I don’t,” you said aloud again, ignoring the look a random woman gave you as you walked past her.

Your feet carried you until you reached the taller buildings in town; the high rises that truly weren’t very high. With only a quick glance around, you stepped into one of the alleys and stopped midway. Your fingers shook as you slid your shirt off and unbuckled the harness, exhaling through your nose at the sudden lack of pressure against your back.

Stop running away.

There was a slight pressure in your back as your wings expanded before you pushed yourself off the ground, propelling straight into the sky until you could land on the top of the highest building. It was a nice place, plenty secluded and you had even managed to sneak a few things up there. There was only one door and it was always locked, so you could keep your things nice and secret.

Breathing continued to be a struggle as your feet touched the rooftop and your wings folded back securely in place. The tips of a few feathers brushed against your arm and you frowned for a moment. It was about time for a dust bath; they were feeling a little unkempt. A problem for another time, of course.

You walked around the rooftop, pacing back and forth in front of one of the walls that was covered in the reflective glass. Sometimes, during the summer, it nearly turns you into a roasted chicken. But now, during the middle of winter, it was a nice change of pace and-

-a familiar head of unruly curls reflected off the glass.

Your body turned so quickly you nearly slipped on the slick gravel. It felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest when you saw him in the glass, looking at you with such pity you wanted to scream. Tears didn’t bother welling up in your eyes, instead just pouring over until you could feel them nearly freezing on your cheeks from the temperature outside.

“What have you done?” Nicky asked with a tilt of his head and a frown.

You shook your head frantically. You hadn’t done anything, that’s why you were up there. So you wouldn't do anything!

He’s right, the voice said.

“I’m so disappointed,” he said.

The glass shattered before he could open his mouth again, the sharp sound causing you to flinch and squeeze your eyes shut. A pain radiated through your hand. For a fleeting second the migraine vanished before coming back with a vengeance. You choked back a cry before opening your eyes.

Nicky was gone.

The panel of glass was in shards on the ground, now nothing more than a metal backing. Something warm dripped from your hand. You let your head fall and saw the red dripping down your fingers to the gravel below. It was almost hypnotising. Beautiful even.

He’s disappointed in you.

“Stop,” you mumbled as you lifted your hands to cover your ears.

He knows what you did.

“Please stop.” The lump in your throat grew with the tears that continued to fall onto the gravel, mixing with the droplets of blood.

He would hate you.

You tried to say something but the words got caught, coming out as nothing more than a strangled sob as you fell to your knees. The gravel dug through your pants and into your skin, but all you could feel was the weight of Nicky’s disappointment weighing heavy on your shoulders.

It was unclear how long you sat up there on the roof, covering your ears and crying, the cold winter air burning your lungs with each shaky gasp. You were barely even aware of the air getting more crisp, stinging your cheeks and nearly freezing the tears to your skin.

At one point you just let your hands drop and rest on your thighs. Your left hand was caked in dried blood that cracked when it moved. It didn’t hurt anymore, not really. It just rested on your leg as you stared at the gravel, focusing on the singular black pebble you had found in your daze.

"Y/N?"

You didn’t even flinch at the voice behind you; truthfully you weren’t even surprised she had managed to get through the locked door. It was on par for her, that was for sure. Had she brought her new toy with her? Was he going to follow her every move as if his life depended on it?

You do the same.

Yeah. Yeah you did.

“Mi amore,” Wednesday said in a voice so soft you felt a fresh wave of tears fall.

A pair of soft hands held your face firmly before you actually saw Wednesday in front of you. Her eyes were wide and looking over every inch of you. She would hate what she saw, you knew that much. You looked pitiful and weak and broken and that wasn’t acceptable.

Joel isn’t broken.

“You’re freezing,” Wednesday said in that painfully soft voice that you were growing to hate.

She uses it because you’re weak.

“Enid made stew,” she said as if she wasn’t watching you kneel on the precipice of a breakdown. “It should help warm you up.”

She straightened in front of you without letting go of your face. The slightest pull indicated she wanted you to follow, but you just couldn’t get up. Nicky’s face was stuck in your mind, that look of disappointment haunting you. It left your head reeling and had your mouth filling with saliva; you felt like you were going to be sick.

“Cara mia?”

Don’t, you thought, don’t call me that. Her eyes were gentle, and all she had to do was tilt her head before you choked out a sob. As uncharacteristic of her as it was, her hands left your face to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you forward until your head rested on her stomach and you had her unspoken permission to cry.

You’re weak.

That simple fact made you cry harder into Wednesday’s stomach, your hands lifting to grab her jacket so tightly you felt the skin split on your knuckles once again. It was right; you were weak. You couldn’t even handle her seeing an old friend again without completely losing every bit of sanity you had left. How were you going to do anything for her if you couldn’t even do that?

And the fact that she still held you tight while you cried? Showed such a shameless display of weakness and vulnerability when you knew she hated such things in people? Especially such visible displays of those emotions. And yet there you were, crying into her clothes with blood on your hand because you couldn’t stand looking at a fucking piece of glass.

“Would you find comfort in talking about it?” Wednesday asked when you finally settled into little more than the occasional sniffle.

Would you? Possibly. But how could you admit anything that had been going on in your mind? The voices, the jealousy, the insecurity. Nicky. There was no way to talk about any of it without coming across as crazy, and you weren’t crazy. Or maybe you were, you weren’t so sure anymore.

The migraine got worse.

“No,” you said with a long exhale through your nose before pulling back. “No I wouldn’t.”

“Very well,” she said.

She stilled for a moment, and you wondered if she was going to berate you. Tell you to straighten up, keep going, move on. That’s what your dad would have said. It’s what your mom would have said too. Her family was unusual with emotions, maybe she was going to tell you the same thing.

But then you felt her lips press to the top of your head, lingering for far longer than necessary, and it was your turn to freeze. When she pulled away, her gaze had softened and you were looking at your Wednesday. Your Wednesday, who secretly enjoyed receiving affection and even found pleasure in giving it back.

“If you would wish to talk about it, you may,” she said with a tilt of her head. “I would appreciate forewarning so I may prepare,” she blinked once, “but you may.”

You looked up at her. Well, you tried; truthfully she wasn’t much taller than you even when you were on your knees. Just the sight of her was enough to have your heart trying to jump out of your throat; even at night, in the current situation, she looked stunning. No contrast at all to the dark sky above her, simply blending in with the natural beauty surrounding her.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked.

“No,” she said quickly.

“What?” You asked with furrowed brows. “Why not?”

“We are on a freezing rooftop in the middle of winter,” she said, “you can kiss me at home.”

“Bet you kissed Joel in the middle of winter,” you grumbled as Wednesday steadied herself to help you to your feet.

“Not on a freezing rooftop.”

“So you did kiss him in the middle of winter,” you said quickly.

You were upset. Drastically upset, and nothing was going to change it. But the tension of the situation was getting to be far too much, and you were far too tired to keep up with it. Nicky’s face faded into the back of your mind and, though he was still there, he didn’t seem quite as disappointed. At least not at the moment. You could work with that.

“Is Joel the reason you stormed out of the restaurant?” She asked with her own raised brow. “Because if so, it’s rather immature.”

If anyone else had been around, they would have thought she was treating you like an imbecile. And she was! But the slight tilt of her head and the smallest tug at the corner of her lips was a dead giveaway. No one else would have noticed except possibly Enid - and the rest of the Addamses of course - but you did. It eased that ache that had settled in the hollow of your throat just enough to be tolerable.

“I’m not scared of some nerdy kid,” you grumbled even as you reached over and pulled Wednesday to the ledge of the rooftop. She was going to hate you in a moment. “I’d beat him to a pulp.”

“Do not fly me down to the ground,” Wednesday warned you with her genuine, murderous glare. It was lovely.

“Payback for kissing someone before me,” you said with a cheeky grin as you held her close to your chest and tipped backwards over the ledge.

She didn’t scream, which was an improvement from the past few times you had forced her to fly with you. But she most certainly gripped you with nails that could sever a jugular, and the sting of them digging into your skin was rather delicious. There was no doubt when you landed that you would have crescent shaped wounds on your back. It was okay though; it was hot.

“You’re a menace to society,” Wednesday said as she attempted to fix her now-windswept hair.

“But I’m your menace to society,” you said with a shrug.

She simply grabbed your hand, intertwined your fingers, and started pulling you to the dorm.

It was a quiet walk, and most of yours and Wednesday’s walks tended to be. And as much as you wished for her to talk, to say something to keep you out of your head, you kept your own mouth shut. After all, you certainly had nothing to say, so how were you going to expect her to keep up the entire conversation on her own? It was Wednesday Addams, not Enid; it simply wasn’t realistic.

“So,” you started. “You and Joel, huh?”

“Do not start,” she said with a quick shake of her head.

“You know about Ash,” you grumbled, “why can’t I know about him?”

“Because I wasn’t the one who looked like they would murder the other one.”

“You know I have issues,” you said with a huff. “Besides, I didn’t do anything!”

“I will not be the cause of a murder,” Wednesday said as she squared her shoulders. “At least not this one.”

“Don’t worry, darling, we’ll find you someone worthy of your murderous hands,” you said.

“You’re being ridiculous,” she huffed, but nonetheless stepped closer to you until her arm was pressed against yours.

“But like, back to you and Joel.”

“Do not-”

“-hey kid.”

Both you and Wednesday slowed to a stop before turning around to see who had called out. A police officer was quickly approaching. Your eyes instantly fell on the way his hand was resting on his gun. It was too dark outside for anyone to come by and see what was happening, if anyone came by at all. As discreetly as possible, you pulled Wednesday slightly behind you until you were between her and the cop.

“Miss Smith?” He asked, his eyes on you.

“I go by Johnson,” you said quickly, your eyes darting between his gun and his face.

“I have orders to bring you in for some questioning,” he continued as if you hadn’t just corrected him.

“About what?” You asked. Behind you, Wednesday squeezed your hand.

“You were at the Pi Beta Phi party last night, correct?” He asked.

“Yeah?” You said slowly; an uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. “Why?”

“Two young men were found murdered this morning,” he said with a raised brow. His hand tightened around the gun. “Witnesses say you got into an altercation with them during the party.”

“Shit,” you sighed.

“I need you to come with me for questioning,” he said with a shrug.

“Am I under arrest?”

“Not at this time,” he answered a little too quickly.

You turned your head just enough to look at Wednesday, who was glaring at the cop without the least bit of shame. In other circumstances you would have admired it, joined in, even. But now? No, she needed to behave and you very much needed to get him away from her. There was no way he was going to treat a Latina properly, with or without witnesses.

“Call Señor Moreno,” you said as you stepped back, “and I’ll see you at the dorm.”

Wednesday gave you a singular nod before letting go of your hand so you could finally walk off with the officer. She looked furious, but more importantly she looked scared. It always appeared differently on Wednesday; she straightened her shoulders and held her chin higher than usual. You didn’t blame her, you were scared too. But you hoped she would just head home and wait for you.

The police officer opened the back door of the cruiser and helped you in; it was far too tight of a space for you and your unharnessed wings, but you supposed you could make do. He didn’t say a word as he got into the driver’s seat and sped off. You barely had time to see Wednesday through the window as you passed, heading straight for the police station.

You thought back to the previous night on the drive. They had been pricks, and you didn’t even feel the least bit sorry that they were dead. But you hadn’t done it and everyone knew it. You had been with someone the entire night aside from maybe five or 10 minutes, and how could you have killed two people in that time? At a party? It wasn’t possible.

They’re targeting you, the voice in your head said tauntingly. They know you have a record. True, but it hadn’t been you. Everyone knew it, and the police would know it soon enough too. They were just going to ask their questions, realise you were innocent, and let you go back home as if nothing had ever happened.

The sounds of the station were enough to have your skin crawling when you finally arrived; your last experience hadn’t been a pleasant one. You could almost even feel the sharp sting of Erin’s fist again. But you stood tall and followed the officer, letting him lead you to a small interrogation room that was too tight and had your head reeling.

“Have a seat, kid,” he said before pulling his own chair up. You sat quickly.

“Gonna read me my Miranda Rights?” You asked before he could even get settled.

“You’re not under arrest,” he said with a shrug, “you’re free to go at any time.”

“If you end up arresting me without reading me my rights, you’ll lose a case.” You sat back and crossed your arms over your chest. Cool it, you thought to yourself, you’re sounding too defensive.

Don’t cool it, the voice argued back, make it worse.

“I can tell this isn’t your first rodeo,” the officer said as he mirrored your position.

“It’s not,” you said; you readjusted your jaw and broke eye contact first. “Please ask your questions so I can go home.”

“Did you have an altercation last night with Mr. Burton and Mr. Holland?” He asked, getting right into it.

“I got into a fight with two frat boys last night, yeah,” you nodded. “But I didn’t stop to ask their names.”

“What was the fight about?”

“They were being homophobic pricks to my friends,” you said. “As well as throwing around a few choice insults about Outcasts.”

“So you started the fight?” He wrote something down on a piece of paper. You did your best not to look.

“They started the fight when they called my friends faggots,” you corrected. “I only retaliated physically after they threw an insult at me as well.”

“But you started the physical altercation?” He asked as he looked up at you.

Lie, the voice in your head said. It’s a trap. But you didn’t want to lie; if you could tell the truth and prove that you hadn’t done anything, then they would let you go. That was how it was supposed to work, right? Innocent until proven guilty? You hadn’t done anything wrong and you knew it, you weren’t going to let them just take you down a second time.

“I threw the first punch, that’s correct,” you said with a nod, immediately clenching your jaw to try and ease the anxiety bubbling up in your chest.

“And what injuries did you inflict on them?” He pushed.

“I cold cocked one of them, headbutted the other,” you started with a sigh, thinking back to what had happened. What had you done to them? “A few more punches.” Oh yeah. “And I kicked one of them in the balls.” You had to fight not to smile at the memory.

“You kicked him in the testicles?” The officer confirmed with an uneasy face.

“Yes sir,” you said simply, “pretty hard, actually.”

He squirmed in his seat and exhaled harshly through his nose.

“Can someone corroborate that story?” He asked.

He doesn’t believe you.

“A lot of someones,” you said quickly. “We all live in the same dorm, I can give you their names.”

The officer nodded and started jotting on his piece of paper. At the go ahead, you gave him the names of everyone you thought wouldn’t be targeted by the police; you made sure not to mention Wednesday, Bianca, or Yoko. If anything were to go downhill, they would be the first to be brought in for questioning. No, you would rather die than have the cops after them.

“And do you have an alibi for the entire night?” He asked after getting everyone’s names and numbers.

“Those same people,” you said with a gesture of your head toward the sheet of paper. “I was with at least one of them all night.”

“And after the party?” He asked.

“We all left at the same time and went home,” you said. “And I slept with my girlfriend all night.”

“And all of these people will tell me the same thing?” He said with a raised brow; he still didn’t believe you. “That you were with them at the party and after?”

“Yes,” you said with the utmost confidence you could manage to convey. “Because it’s the truth.”

The officer sat back in his chair again and stared at you. He’s testing you. You knew that, you could tell, but he wasn’t going to win. You had nothing to hide. There was nothing they were going to find, and you were going to go home and go to sleep with Wednesday, just like every other night. They weren’t going to trick you like they had after Nicky.

“That’s all the questions I’ve got for you tonight,” he finally said, causing your shoulders to visibly fall. “If I have any more I’ll give you a call.”

“Yes sir,” you said with a nod as you stood up from your seat. The officer did the same. “Thank you.”

“Hey kid,” he said before you could start walking down the hall; you stopped and looked him in the eyes. “For the record, I don’t think you did it.”

“You don’t?” You asked incredulously.

He’s lying.

“I knew those boys,” he said with a shrug, “they were always causing trouble.” You nodded once in acknowledgement. “Go on home, it’s late.”

“Yes sir,” you said softly. “Thank you.”

He nodded at you and gave you a polite smile before gesturing forward, following you through the hallway until you were at the reception. You gave an awkward smile and wave as you exited the station and inhaled the crisp winter air. It stung, but at least it wasn’t suffocating.

He was lying, the voice said, he believes it’s you.

“Shut up,” you mumbled to yourself as you made your way down the street, heading directly to the dorms.

You very much needed a long night’s rest. Wednesday had better give you that kiss.

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