Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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The rain pattered relentlessly against the gothic windows of Nevermore Academy, a fitting soundtrack to the storm brewing within Y/n's quarters. Y/n, a 21-year-old teacher with a gentle demeanor now hardened by exhaustion, leaned against the sink, her blouse damp from the earlier downpour. Opposite her stood Wednesday Addams, her 19-year-old girlfriend, framed in the doorway with a stack of papers clutched tightly in her pale hands—evidence of an accusation that threatened to unravel everything.
"I didn't sleep with Enid" Y/n said, her voice steady but weary.
Wednesday's dark eyes narrowed. "You were in her house."
"It was raining," Y/n replied, a hint of defensiveness creeping in.
"Why didn't she just bring it out to you?"
"We were discussing the assignment."
"In her house," Wednesday repeated, her tone icy and unyielding.
"Yes."
The single word hung heavy between them. Wednesday's mind churned with the chaos of recent weeks. Just a month ago, she and her friends—Enid, Bianca, and Xavier—had defeated Joseph Crackstone, resurrected by Laurel Gates, who had masqueraded as Ms. Thornhill. Wednesday had unmasked Thornhill's scheme, revealing how she manipulated Tyler into a killing spree to wipe out all outcasts. The victory had been hard-won, but the aftermath left Wednesday rattled, especially with the menacing text messages she'd been receiving on her new cell phone. Photos of her with Y/n, a chilling gif of a Wednesday avatar being stabbed, and the words "I'm watching you" from an unknown stalker had kept her on edge. Her intimacy with Y/n had suffered, their nights together sparse amidst the tension.
"You can tell me," Wednesday said, her voice trembling faintly. "If you fucked her, I'd rather you tell me than find out later."
"I've never touched her," Y/n insisted, her hazel eyes pleading.
"You've been suspended."
"I know."
"The ramifications from this—not only for you, but for me, for my future—are completely devastating. Did you think about that?"
Y/n's jaw tightened. "Do you hear yourself? Can you try not to be so self-centered for two seconds? Jesus."
"This doesn't affect just you," Wednesday shot back.
"You think I don't know that?"
"Your actions say otherwise."
"I don't know if I'll ever work in another school again," Y/n said, her voice rising. "The scandal alone is practically career suicide—even if I'm acquitted, the idea that I could have done what Enid said—that's all anyone will see. I'll always be suspicious."
"Then I guess you should try not to look so fucking guilty," Wednesday snapped.
"Excuse me?"
"You let that little bitch take you inside while she was barefoot wearing lingerie. Are you actually that stupid?"
