Your point of view:
Wednesday Addams is an unusual girl.
Don't get me wrong, she's stunning, witty and talented in too many ways to count. But she's also stubborn, and pessimistic and her favourite hobby is emotional torment.
I'm so in love.
I look at her as she dances, whipping her black dress around and looking so beautifully undead. Her charm is unmatched. I smile brightly as she taps on my shoulder, I grab her hand and dance fluidly with her, much to the horror of our peers.
Enid laughs as she watches our crazy scene.
I pull Wednesday close by her waist and look down at her, and then the sprinklers go off. Wednesday swipes some off my face with her finger and tastes it.
"It's only paint. They couldn't even have gotten pig's blood?"
I laugh and pull her even closer, she looks into my eyes intensely. Slowly we close the gap between us, kissing each other deeply as the people around us run out of the room, screaming in horror.
We slowly pull away.
I'm shocked she didn't stab me in all honesty.
"As nice as that was, I would have preferred the metallic aftertaste of pig's blood to the chemicals in this cheap red paint." She deadpans, the slightest- and I mean minuscule, hardly detectable smile tugs at her crimson lips.
She's crazy but I wouldn't trade her for the world.
YOU ARE READING
Wednesday Imagines
Hayran KurguA book of imagines about the wonderful characters from Wednesday I write ships and x readers This book is designed to be inclusive :) ==Requests open==
