Summary: After realizing her untimely feelings, Wednesday pushes you away, but the arrival of a certain dance proves that she may have made a fatal mistake in doing so.
Warnings: ooc!wednesday(??? i honestly can’t tell), tyler galpin, baby’s first attempt at a recurring metaphor
Word count: 8k (…)
Notes: so…i don’t completely hate this lol. shout out to the anon that requested this, i had fun with it! hope you enjoy<3
Summary: In the midst of investigating, a figure from your past returns, sending you into a panic. Wednesday is there to help pick up the pieces (and maybe get some revenge too).
Warnings: panic attack, implied abuse and violence, blood, reader is a Simp, it gets a bit morbid near the end lol, abrupt ending
Word count: 5.5k (sigh)
Notes: this fic made me realize just how much i struggle with character descriptions… but anyways this is a long request for literally the nicest anon ever, whoever you are i hope you enjoy this!
Natasha hated Tony Stark, she decided this with finality as she left the medbay in a huff. Normally she’d flip the man off at the mention of another party, but apparently this one was a mission in disguise so she hadn’t a choice.
A/N: I said I was going to post this Friday, but I fell asleep while reading it and now it’s 4am here, so here ya go. The angst fic that was requested…or voted for, not sure which. Please forgive any typos, my eyes are not staying open. Enjoy!
Warnings: injury, angst, hurt
“No, Y/n it’s this way.”
You and Wanda had been vacationing for a couple of weeks, and you both were just trying to relax and be tourists for a bit. You were in Spain and you’d just left the largest church you’d ever been in to head to lunch. Between the two of you, Wanda was the one who liked to find places to eat while you dealt with hotels and transportation. It worked well for both of you and so far neither of you had any complaints. Despite having way too much money, you two weren’t sticking with 5-star hotels or restaurants. You’d convinced Wanda to have the normal traveler’s experience and despite sometimes struggling with having hot water consistently, you were enjoying it. As long as Wanda was with you, she didn’t really care where they were. That said, there were a few things she put her foot down about.
You sigh in defeat as you glance up from your phone that you had been using for directions to watch your wife start to walk away from you. The area you were in was hectic. The true center of tourism. The crowds of people on the sidewalks and walking through the streets seemed to blend with the traffic heading in all directions. Wanda’s heading in what you believe is the wrong direction, but you’re willing to walk a little out of the way if it makes your wife feel better. You’re still thawing from the freezing air blowing through the church, so the bright sun beating down on you doesn’t bother you much. You hurry after Wanda who’s standing at the foot of the steps looking down one road with a slightly confused look.
the worst part ab having online friends is that to maintain the friendship you actually sort of have to have conversations with them. if we were all irl friends i would invite you into my home, give u my xbox controller & let u play a game on my bed while i lie next to u and coexist in ur space and backseat game you
a/n: Grammarly surprisingly liked this one but I didn’t read so lmk if grammarly is wrong. Also I’m tired :) here’s this one pals
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader
words: 1.4k
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It was an accident. Wednesday didn’t mean for it to happen — but she couldn’t help how much she enjoyed it. If anyone asked, she’d say you were completely at fault. After all, there was no one to blame but you.
a/n: so sorry I’m hella late, but happy pride month pals! I’ll be doing a clean up of my page so some of my fics will be gone soon. hope this is okay, I wrote it at 4am cause I couldn’t sleep. enjoy pals :)
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader
words: 2.5k
summary: Wednesday struggles to send you a text but manages to invite you over to the Addams mansion. you meet the fam
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It had been one week since you had last seen Wednesday, both of you settling back into your homes. She assumes it’s taking you longer to settle in due to you not having a Lurch to carry all of your things. At least, that’s the excuse she’s using to justify you not contacting her.
a/n: did I come back from the dead just to drop this trash? yes. will I continue to give y'all the weirdest pics? also yes. enjoy pals
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader
words: 1.5k
summary: school is officially over. it’s time to say ‘see you later’ to Wednesday
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The school year has officially come to an end. All the students at Nevermore are in various states of packing their things — some have already said their goodbyes and gone home while others are procrastinating or waiting for their families.
“What did you give me?” Wednesday’s lips quirked slightly, a hint of mischief flashing past her gaze that was gone soon as you coughed up a storm – the seer did not make a conscious decision to slap your back to ease your struggle, her hand moving on their own accords for your comfort.
Sam, Mindy, and Chad sat in the Carpenter-Bailey living room, watching Tara as she paced around the room, chewing on her bottom lip and fidgeting with her hands.
“You guys have to be nice to her, okay?” Tara said, glancing at the trio. “She’s a little nerdy.” Or a lot nerdy, she thought. “And she can ramble about literature sometimes, so if you don’t want to listen to that, then don’t get her started.” Not that I don’t like her rambling. I actually would kill to listen to her talk Shakespeare to me right now. Her voice is just so– She shook her head. “Maybe just don’t bring up any authors, or playwrights, or poets, or–”
SUMMARY — natasha spends all morning looking for her favorite black t-shirt that you stole weeks ago
You had no idea what had sent your girlfriend into such a frenzy, but walking into her apartment alarmed you that something was up. The ruckus only got louder and louder the farther you stepped into the home, until you found your girlfriend sprawled out on her bedroom floor with clothes surrounding her. Her eye was still bruised over from the last mission she was called away on, and her side was still bruised up from the assault of the weapons backfiring. Nonetheless, she looked perfect.
“Everything okay down there?” You asked, watching as Natasha rolled over onto her stomach and once again began pulling random shirts out from beneath her bed. The red scratch marks littering her back were all from you, and a blush spread over your cheeks as you took in her bare appearance. You could do as much damage as a battlefield.
How about a Wanda Drabble where she just needs to be inside you at all times of the day and will randomly manhandle u like 😮💨 you’ll be bending down to clean the kitchen table and she’ll just start fucking you from behind making u cum undone
