i think i just witnessed a miracle

There is always hope

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!reader

summary: you and Wednesday end up stranded in the middle of the lake

words: 3.954k

warnings: mentions fear of drowning, swearing, bad writing

author notes: this has been in my drafts for a fat minute and i completely forgot about it ngl

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life Too)

Summary: In which death welcomes you in the cruelest way possible, and your girlfriend suffers the same fate. You don't know which hurt more.

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death, Light Depictions of Violence, Reincarnation, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, OOC Wednesday Addams(?)

Notes: I don't usually write, but I couldn't get this out of my head. Maybe I'll start to use this space whenever I have an idea. I'm a sucker for reincarnation. Term dictionary at the end.

Your vision was tunneling in on you. 

It was a grueling battle. You had fought relentlessly for the place you had called home for years, as it crumbled and shook, threatening to destroy the very core of the Earth with its last gasp.

-𝔼𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖-

pairings - taracarpenter x fem!reader

summary - tara and you are head over heels for eachother, but one trip away from New York could change that bliss…

warnings - 18+, eventual murder, eventual smut, eventual angst, fluff, clingy!tara

an - here we go with another series that will take 40 years for me to finish :)

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“Are you sure you’re good?” Tara asked yet again, sitting closely to you as you packed your suitcase. 

“Yes, I'm fine.” You said, turning to face her.

She looked tense, searching your face for any sign of hesitance or anxiety. You were leaving for a short trip to Canada for an internship program and would be gone for a week, so Tara made sure that you were 100% on leaving. 

The two of you have been dating for awhile now, hopelessly in love ever since you tripped on her backpack in your film studies class. She laughed at you, you smiled, that was the first spark you ever felt between you both. Tara was very certain about you, going from a closed off nobody, to a happy-go-lucky girl who swooned you head over heels. She had you wrapped around her finger; nowhere else you would rather be. 

“Just making sure.” She said, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You grinned, resting your head on her shoulder as she wound her fingers into your hair. 

“I’m gonna miss you.” Tara said softly, watching as you relaxed against her.

“As will I.” You replied, leaning back so you were laying on your bed.

Tara joined you, tucking herself into your side as you opened your arm for her. A sigh pasted her lips, her head laying against your shoulder while you pulled her closer. 

You laid in silence for a while, just enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and one another in general. At one point, Tara moved so she was straddling you, her lips meeting yours as you cupped her cheeks.

“God, I'm really going to miss you.” She repeated before going back in for another kiss. 

You hummed, caressing her skin with the pads of your thumbs before you suddenly flipped her over onto her back. The look on her face of utter shock made you laugh and bury your face into her neck as you pressed your weight into her. Then you decided to tickle her.

“Y/N!!” Tara practically squealed as your fingers danced across her skin, “S-stop!”

Laughter filled the space as you tickled her, tears appearing in her eyes while she smiled. Time seemed to slow as you gazed at her, a smile gracing your lips while you stared. 

Tara was incredibly beautiful, with clear-tanned skin and dusty freckles that highlighted her gorgeous brown eyes, she was breathtaking to you. Her lips were a perfect cupid shape, extremely plump and kissable that had you melting into her every time she pressed them to yours. She was always on your mind, invading your senses from all angles just by walking into a room; it was crazy.

“Baby…” Tara whispered softly, her hands cupping your cheeks, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, pressing your lips to her forehead as a reassurance. She hummed, not believing your pitiful lie, and wrapped her arms around your waist to pull you to lay atop her.

“I’m not stupid.” She said, guiding your face into her neck, “What’s on your mind?”

“You.” You murmured, your voice muffled but Tara heard it clear as day.

“Me, huh.” She chuckled, kissing your shoulder, “How romantic.”

You sighed, sinking your weight into her while your breath fanned down her shirt. She held you close, rubbing a tender spot in between your shoulder blades that had you groaning in satisfaction. 

“Mmph…I gotta go soon.” You murmured, pushing yourself up by your arms so that you straddled Tara’s waist.

“Already?” 

“Yep, the plane departs in like three hours.” You said, fixing her shirt before hopping off of her to grab your bags, “Can’t miss it.”

“What if I kidnap you? Force you to stay.” Tara said, standing up to hand you your hoodie, “No one will ever know.”

You smiled, leaning in to softly kiss her lips. She immediately recuperated, wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you closer. She was desperate, everytime you pulled back, she chased you down. You were breathless by the time you got away, Tara’s lipgloss smeared all over your mouth. 

“I have responsibilities, you know this.” You murmured, caressing her face with your thumbs, “I’ll call you every day though.”

She pouted, leaning into your hand as a final attempt to woo you over into staying. You chuckled, pecking her forehead before slinging your duffel bag over your shoulder and grabbing your suitcase. Tara followed you out of your apartment building, stopping to lean on the frame of the front door to watch you put your stuff in your car. 

“Don’t be sad my love.” You said to her after pulling her back into your arms, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

She nodded softly, gazing up at you with her big brown eyes. You bumped your nose against hers before kissing her softly, reaching up to cup her face and pull her closer. Her lips tasted of cherry coke and old lipgloss, the perfect combination that always made your heart beat a mile a minute. 

“Be safe.” She murmured against your mouth, halfway chasing your lips when you pulled away.

“I always will be.” You replied, pulling her into a hug and kissing her temple before you slid out of her arms, “I’ll call you once the plane lands.”

She nodded, waving at you as you got into your car and drove away. You honked the horn a few times, before disappearing around the corner. You knew she would miss you, desperately waiting for you to return. Tara had always been a super protective and clingy girlfriend, which was perfectly fine for you as you loved attention.

What you didn’t know though, was that all hell was going to break loose while you were gone….

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Summary: Tara Carpenter almost misses curfew after spending some of the night at your place for movie night..Sam's not too pleased

Warning(s): Swearing

Notes: Originally was supposed to just be a one-shot but if I find the motivation in me, I might make a part two

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Tara’s head softly laid on your shoulder, her arms loosely wrapped around your waist while your jacket was on top of her. She was asleep but you didn’t know what to do. It was almost past her curfew and Sam would be so pissed if she wasn’t home in time.

You don’t need to give Sam another reason to not want you around her little sister. You had to wake her up and get her home in time…but she looks so calm while resting, you couldn’t help but notice the bags under her eyes in the past few days.  

It made you wonder if the nightmares had started again, if that was the case then she most likely hasn’t been getting much sleep. So how could you just wake her up? But you’ll get her grounded and probably murdered by Sam! 

Reminder - Tardy Drabble

Summary: Tara feels a little insecure about her scars sometimes, you make sure she knows how special she is.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, fluff city

Word Count: 650+

A/N: Anon who requested this… ty. It was super fun to write. Do y’all want more drabbles? Lmk

“You know, it’s a little silly to get shy now after what we just did.” You mumbled against Tara’s skin, kissing over the little scars that littered her lower stomach.

GOOD GOD! THAT WAS CUTE AS HELL! MOOOOREEEE

OBLIVION

[Pairing]: Wednesday Addams x OFC/Fem!Reader

[Summary]: Everyone has vices, some more than others. Wednesday has quite a few: her morbid curiosity, her vindictive or cruel demeanor, and most recently—finding any reason to kiss you.

[Warnings]: Soft Angst. Friends with Benefits. Wednesday being bad at emotions™️. Mistletoe trope.

[Note]: Tis the season!

Library Blog || AO3

⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷†⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷

"Don't you want to follow your ludicrous traditions?"

You felt your heartbeat quicken in your chest. Only shallow breaths were made from your lungs as they passed through your parted lips. You wanted to screw your eyes shut, but you forced them to remain open.

If you closed them, Wednesday would only lurch forward like a starved animal. 

"Not with you," your jaw clenched, tension stiffening your body like you had gone through rigor mortis. 

notes

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which the girl next to you is a much better notetaker than you are

warnings: none

word count: 1100+

author's note: half-based off a request in my inbox, but my brain stopped brain-ing and i had to give up halfway through, but i liked the beginning.

“Do you have a pen I could borrow? Mine just ran out of ink,” the girl beside you said quietly, so as not to disturb the professor, and, without looking, you reached into your backpack and pulled one out, handing it to her. She took it from your grasp carefully, if her hesitance was anything to go by, and murmured a quick, “Thanks.”

“Sure,” you whispered, eyes squinting to see what was scribbled on the chalkboard in the front of the room, hand whisking around your notebook to jot everything down. You leaned forward in your seat slightly, as though that would help you read your professor’s chicken-scratch handwriting, before sighing and accepting defeat. You slouched back in your chair and glanced down at your notes, frowning when you realized that your own writing was just as bad as your professor’s—you couldn’t understand a thing you wrote down. “Shit,” you cursed softly. 

“I could send you my notes later, if you want,” the same girl from earlier offered, and you finally turned to look at her. She was facing forward, so you only caught sight of her side profile, but even just that had your heartbeat quickening and mouth going dry. When she looked at you, her head tilting as she waited for a response, you knew then and there that she was the most gorgeous person you had ever seen—wide, brown eyes outlined by fluttering eyelashes; high cheekbones and a sharp jawline; plump lips that were pulled into a soft smile; freckles decorating the skin of her nose and cheeks; dark hair that was pulled into a loose ponytail with bangs helping to frame her face. 

darling darkness

Wednesday Addams x OC/Reader

This story belongs to the I Told the Moon universe

Summary: Wednesday has a strange way of calming you down even on your worst days.

A/N: A little deeper look into my favorite universe. Some ideas here were suggested by @annalestern and @roleplayfandom. <3

There was something about the little nook where the Poe Statue stood. It was reserved, but not hidden. Away from prying eyes, yet not safe from any wandering students.

You figured that's why Wednesday liked this spot, she liked the risk of getting caught. The rush of it, if you will.

You could tell just from the feeling of her smirk. The small curve of her lips that made it just a tad harder for them to fit with yours.

For someone so sharp-edged — her words, not yours — rigid even, from her routine to the straightness of her clothes; she quite enjoyed to have you unraveling her.

Masterlist

Summary: In which Wednesday Addams falls for someone who was cut from the same cloth as her.

Warning: Bad English/writing, fluff? Wednesday not knowing how to relationship

Wednesday had not expected it. Someone who shared the common interest with her other than her family. Not that you really had a choice though.

You were the word chaos brought to life. Dark shadows whispering the secrets of the residents of Nevermore to you in the night and showing themselves in the corner of your eye during the day driving your quite literally into madness.

While you weren’t causing mayhem you were quiet and kept to yourself and no one bothered you while you did so.

She envied you for both.

The way your body would fidget and you looked like you were talking to yourself quietly in the corner of the classroom brought her to jealousy.

There weren’t many people who thrived off chaos as she did. No one got the rush of adrenaline after doing something they know they’re not allowed to do like she did.

That’s exactly how she met you in the first place, being somewhere you were supposed to. You had somehow walked your way to Jericho without Weems noticing your absence.

After sneaking away from her dreadfully overly happy therapist, she made a bee line for the coffee shop with the words ‘Weathervane’ large plastered on top, as soon as she entered her eyes find you sitting alone as you stare blankly in front of you.

She first noticed your fully black Nevermore uniform as your converse’s peek from under the table, your style being both different and the same at the same time.

(She would later find out it was only the color, the white never being existent on your end though.)

Your eyes had dark circles around them as if you hadn’t slept your entire life, your skin as pale as hers maybe even more so, the way the shadows seemed to linger around you as if it depended on life or death if they left.

She found the sight of you quite appealing in the dreadful town her parents had forced her into.

You had a chocolate cupcake to your left and a large coffee to your right as you mumble incoherently to yourself making the sight even more beautiful.

Your eyes snap to hers as she walks past you, your eyes darker than they should have been for the color.

You watch her closely, eyes being the only thing to move as she walks past you.

After her small irritable interaction with the barista boy she walks back to where you still sat, unmoving. The only difference being the bite taken out of your cupcake.

Your mumbling coming to a sudden stop as she stands beside your booth.

“Do you mind?” She asks, glancing the to seat in front of you before looking back.

She watches you stare at her, wide eyes scanning over her before nodding.

“You go to Nevermore, why are you here?” You ask, eyes never leaving her face as she takes a seat in front of you.

“I had a meeting with the uncharacteristically dull Doctor Kinbott,” she says, making immediate eye contact once she got settled. “I escaped before she could torture me into talking about my feelings.”

You go silent and your eyes seemingly unfocus and open wide. The sight leaves Wednesday in question before you blink slowly once.

“She’s looking for you,” you whisper your left side getting lightly as a shadow removes itself from the area. “I wouldn’t linger too long.”

“Why are you here? I did not see you in the van nor anytime this morning.” She asks, clearly curious about your whereabouts when everyone made sure to be there when she showed up to the school.

“Because I simply can be,” you state picking up your coffee and sipping it. “if they catch me here I can just simply blaming them for not paying attention enough to see me walking out of the school and off the grounds.”

It was true, you seemed to be able to sneak off without being noticed often.

She can she would have liked you if she wasn’t planning on leaving.

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Wednesday sat quietly eating her lunch at the designated table they decided on as Enid continues to ramble about some random subject as the others watch and listen with interest.

The blonde tended to speak almost to herself most of the time, never really staying on one topic for too long before getting distracted.

Months ago she would have scowled at the non-stop chatter, growing frustrated with not being able to hear her own thoughts because of the colorful girl.

Now that she had been near the girl for so long she had grown used to it, blocking out her voice as she reads her book.

Not that she had enjoyed it, of course she wouldn’t. There were times when she wanted to remove her roommates voice box in her sleep just so she could get a little peace.

It was a particularly sunny day for Nevermore which seemed to make the residents of the school a little more cheery.

It only made Wednesdays grimace, being content with the usual cloudy and rainy weather.

The sudden flinch of you makes the snap out of her thoughts before her eyes glance down to see your thigh pressing against her own.

It was the weekend so classes weren’t in progress which meant everyone was in their normal clothes, some not even trying while still in their pajamas.

Your black zip up sweat shirt open showing the black tank top under. Your skin even paler than your face under your close from the lack of sun.

She wasn’t used to having people around that were like she and her family, she enjoyed it entirely.

Her eyes travel up to your face to see you staring at Enid as she spoke, eyes glancing away occasionally so the girl wouldn’t shiver from your gaze.

She noticed that about you, the way you move more when other people are around in order to keep yourself from making them uncomfortable.

The way you would blink much more and quicker, chest rising and falling to show that you actually were breathing, forcing yourself to look away occasionally and even containing your mutters and ignoring the shadows who whisper in your ear.

You weren’t used to it and the shadows did not like it making the aura around you much more darker. She quite liked it.

It was different when you were alone with her though.

You would barely blink while speaking to her, making completely eye contact without looking away, sitting stiffly on the floor next to her while staring at nothing, muttering as quietly as possible to give her enough silence to write.

She didn’t mind, the quiet back ground noise clearing her mind. She would even say that it helped her write better.

You had been around her so much that some of your shadows would linger around her while she was away from her.

She would even say she’s heard quiet whispers during class or while she was writing but she couldn’t be too sure.

When you two were together they were circle then both of you, forming a little bubble around you both almost as a form of protection. This only made the students of Nevermore scatter away at the sight of you both.

Oh, how it gave her great pleasure.

Your eyes glance toward her and you seem to relax slightly, leg barely moving closer to hers only pushing it to her against her other.

For someone who was so dark and gloomy, you were warm, Wednesday thought as you looked back to Enid who was waving her arm around to show an example of what happened in her story.

Wednesday was never one to liked physical touch. The feeling of others touching her made her want to want to rip out her own hair along with theirs. Her own family knew better than to hug her too long.

But after a few weeks with you, she began to crave your hands grazing each other, shoulders touching lightly as you walked down the halls, even when you would sit closely to her in class.

And after you two starting dating a few months ago, she couldn’t get enough of the small touches you both shared like you are. (Not that she’d ever admit it.)

She didn’t know why but she wanted to touch you, no one else but you. She was still getting used to the way her roommate loved to hug her for some odd reason.

She looked down to see your hands resting in your lap, pale fingers gripping your jeans lightly.

She goes to reach out to take your hand but hesitates as she looks back to her book, it doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you watch her in your peripheral.

You knew Wednesday wasn’t used to this, close proximity or dating. Hell, she barely knew how to do so other than from watching her mother and father who were far to overly affectionate for her taste.

You too were not used to it as people tended to avoid you but with Enid as Wednesday’s roommate you became friends with and would witness the couple like things she did with Ajax.

Not that you witnessed them before from others it was just more easier to see when you were always with the group.

You would watch them interact trying to figure out how to do the things that couples do but it only made you cringe at how lovey dovey they were.

You knew if you tried any of those things on Wednesday you would lose every last one of your fingers.

You continued to watch them before coming to the conclusion about taking it at your own pace, or rather Wednesday’s pace as you were willing to do whatever she wanted.

The shadows whisper around you, making you freeze and zone out for a moment as you mutter to yourself. Everyone but Wednesday didn’t take notice.

They suggested things that you could do whenever it became like this, of course they would notice the tension between the two of you. You listened for another moment before coming to the ultimate decision of one of their suggestions.

You move you hand slowly towards the one that rested in her lap, gaze never leaving Enid as Wednesday looks down to see your pinky wrapping around her own.

She stares at it for moment, this was unnatural for you. Only ever sitting closely together or grazing her.

You begin to regret the decision as she doesn’t do it back and start to pull your hand away.

She recovers quickly noticing you pull away before wrapping her finger around yours locking it into place and squeezing to tightly as a silent threat to not pull away.

You sigh contently as you continue to watch the group of friends continue their, lips rising into a small smile as she looks up to you.

She too can feel a small pull to her lip, too subtle for anyone to notice but enough for the scowl on her face to disappear.

She would later always find herself reaching for your pinky whenever she would greet you or while your in her presence.

You were making her soft even if you didn’t mean to. She both enjoyed the feeling and despised it.

But then again, she chose to care for you so it wasn’t really her choice anymore.

False Meridian

Pairing: Ghostface!Tara Carpenter x reader

Summary: Another Ghostface appears out of the blue and Tara will do whatever it takes to eliminate them before they get the chance to hurt you.

Warnings: graphic violence & gore (!!!), bad decisions, bad writing, the usual shit honestly, this fic also follows scream logic (stab wounds are akin to paper cuts)

Word count: 8.2k

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2

It had been two months since your father’s death and things were very slowly but surely improving.

Keep reading

The longer the wait 🤝 the longer the chapter

And I’ll wait as long as possible if I keep getting masterpieces like this.

When The Party's Over

|Pairings|: Vada Cavell x Fem!reader

|Summary/ Request|: @deep-fried-egg, another one for you. Request here

|Words|: 1.5k+

|TW|: Death of R, blood mentioned, swearing, depression, imaginary humans, flashback fluffs, angst with uhm angst ending.

|A/N|: I shed a tear at the last part ngl

|Flashbacks|: They are mentioned with bold and italic fonts.

|Song|:

YOU’LL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYER!!!!

Summary: You and Wednesday attempt to patch things up after an argument. In a brief moment of transparency, feelings are brought into the open.

Word Count: 1,706

Warnings: Arguing

Pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x Male!Reader

A/N: Felt like having Wednesday display a more... soft side in this one. I hope you all enjoy!

bad dream?

Summary: Tara wakes up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. Again. They always seem to come at the worst of times. But at least she can ask you to keep her company for the night.

Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: swearing, mentions of Ghostface and related trauma Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Tara woke with a start. Her eyes opened to the dark room illuminated only by the street lights outside her window. The image of Ghostface was engraved into her eyelids every time she blinked. If she focused on one spot for too long, she could almost see him standing in the corner of her room. Watching her. Waiting.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes quickly; if she took too long, He would be there again. It didn’t make much of a difference though, her palms were so sweaty she had to wipe them off on her bed. Not that it helped much, her bed was soaked too.

“Gross,” she mumbled to herself as she continued to sit in almost a literal pool of her own sweat.

I guess that's love

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Summary: Wednesday sees herself stuck in the memory of one night; the night you almost died. She feels it's her fault, your blood on her hands says as much.

A/N: This is loosely based on Can't Pretend by Tom Odell and After Hours by The Weeknd which was suggested by the lovely @abelvrla. Also, I think it's valid to say that this story is mostly me having fun with some of my favorite tropes, so idk if this turned out kinda bad or similar to any of my other works; but I do hope you can enjoy it anyway. <3

Word count: 4,5k of feelings.

It's red. All she sees is red.

It stains the white porcelain of the sink before going down the drain.

Blood never bothered Wednesday, one could say she enjoyed the sight of it.

Now, she's almost rubbing her hands raw. It's a hurried motion, she brushes the soap over her palm with urgency, clawing at her own skin under the running water; yet it's still there.