Wednesday Addams Oneshots

The Mistletoe Pt.2

You had been moved to the living room to lie down and rest from your concussion. The friend group was sitting on the floor playing Cluedo on a square wooden table not far from where you rested. They couldn't exactly leave, as the usual Christmas Eve parties ended in a sleepover on the 25th, and then everyone would leave to return to their families. 

But with your current circumstances, Enid phoned your parents to tell them you'd be unable to leave the Addams family manor due to an accidental task in the infamous game of Twister. Even though that exact game was banned from the manor, it was the best excuse the werewolf could come up with after her protective anger towards Wednesday had faded away once she snuck a glimpse of her roommate taking care of you in the dining room alone.

So now it was just a waiting game, everyone was trying to keep the festive cheer high and running and everyone had set timers on their phone for a 30-minute check-in with you to prevent you from sleeping your way into a coma. 

The thought would've been sweet, it would've been considered caring. However...

It was fucking annoying. 

All you wanted to do was sleep. All you wanted to do was curl up on the black sofa that had a few rips and tears from the family cat Kitty clawing into it. But no, you had a concussion, therefore every time your eyes fluttered shut to accept and welcome in the peaceful bliss of sleep, you had your 7 friends yelling your name which alerted you. Poking at you like you were under a microscope, or even just getting smacked in the face with a pillow. If we are being honest you had begun to hope one of them just hit you with a bloody frying pan so you can get knocked out and sleep. 

But alas that wasn't the case. 

Y/n's POV

I was laid back on the couch, my head propped up by a cushion I had found stuffed down the side of the arm as I looked up at the ceiling of the gothic interior. Taking in the fancy chandelier as well as the few intricate and highly unusual design choices within the living room. My vision felt hazy, my head pounding with achiness that the painkillers I had been given beforehand in the dining room were wearing off. 

I felt irritable, cranky, tired and sore. So, I closed my eyes, just for a teeny tiny moment, that was all, just a way to relish in the peaceful darkness that consumed me before all of a sudden, I heard a loud chorus of voices in unison yelling, "Y/n!" 

My eyes snapped open, almost getting whiplashed by the sheer velocity my neck had craned in order to glare at my friends. "What?" I hiss out to them, nearly ready to bish bash bosh their faces in for ruining my countless attempts of sleeping. 

"You need to stay awake," Bianca reminds me firmly, and if it didn't hurt to roll my eyes I would've done so repeatedly at them till they got the hint.

"I need sleep." I retort back snappily. 

"No, you need to stay awake," Enid interjects, giving me that motherly scorning look as everyone's attention was now off the Cluedo game, ready to leave the table and pin me back down to the couch they had to have done so many times before in the last few hours. 

"No," I say with a voice that was replicant of one mocking, "I need to sleep, I am tired, I am sore, and you idiots are doing nothing but aggravating me," I tell them all with a firm tone, at my witts end. 

"Y/n, you have a concussion." Xavier points out.

"I'll give you a freaking concession" I grumble under my breath to myself as I fold my arms over my chest, pouting like a child as I look back to the ceiling, the only thing in this god-forsaken room that wasn't pissing me off.