Wednesday and I ( Female Reader)

Pumpkin

You and Wednesday finished your showers, stealing glimpses of each other through the shower curtain. You both make your way back to the cabin, trying to keep the giggling to a minimum as to not alert anyone else to the fact that you're falling madly in love with Wednesday Addams.

You knock on the door "Are y'all fuckin in there?" You call in a terrible southern impression, returning the favour that was dealt out previously.

"No, are you?" Agatha calls back

"Touché" You mutter to Wednesday before opening the door for her. Sara looks at you both up and down, smiles knowingly then goes back to her book, you and Wednesday can't help but glance at each other not knowing what to make of that look.

"Well, you didn't answer?" Agatha teases

"Some questions are best left unanswered," Wednesday says not showing any hints of the truth. Agatha shrugs knowing she won't get anything else out of either of you.

"So... an eventful day for you both I assume?" Agatha asks as if to say "What the fuck happened to you both, earlier today you looked ready to kill each other?"

"You have no idea," You say crashing on your bed loving the feeling of your almost soft bed below you like clouds compared to the hard ground you slept on the night before. "Yikes, that bad?" You and Wednesday glance at each other in agreement "Yes," you both say at the same time.

"Oh wow," Sara says from her face hidden behind her book. Wednesday moves towards you and sits on the bed moving your head into her lap, gently playing with your damp hair, part of you shocked at the tenderness and the rest of you thoroughly enjoying her touch. You close your eyes as she strokes your face her very touch feels like a drug, you can't help but want more no matter how bad for you it is. "Your hair's so soft after you wash it," Wednesday mumbles fondly and your heart feels as though it's stopped beating.

"It's freaky how good you guys are together. Like, I don't know how to explain it, it's just weird." Agatha says not really realizing she said it until it was too late, You chuckle, and you see Wednesday smirk. "Why thank you." You say not really knowing how to respond.

"Also can we talk about how you guys were at each other's throats this morning and now you guys are fine?" Agatha says as if she's been pondering this question for years.

"Yeah it's been weird," Sara adds closing her book finally. You look up at Wednesday. Your call. Her face reads "it's an over-complicated mess to explain, but let's just say there was violence involved. Wednesday looks at you shocked, You tweak your eyebrow up, You did slap me. you argue. Yeah well, you grabbed me! Wednesday argues back. therefore violence was involved, Wednesday glares, "So dramatic." clicking her tongue at you but she can't hide the smile cracking through her demeanour. "I'm not even sure I want to know what happened," Agatha says, not seeing the nonverbal conversation. "You don't" You and Wednesday say again in unison.

"How the fuck do you guys do that?" Agatha asks, impressed and freaked out at the same time.

"Magic" You jazz hands at her, she rolls her eyes. You and Wednesday smile at each other as she continues to run her fingers through your hair humming a likely obscure nursery rhyme under her breath.

After a few minutes, Agatha and Sara move to get ready for bed and you know you and Wednesday should do the same. You go to lift your head from her lap, her expression falls slightly "Just a little longer" she says in a melancholy voice, you look into her bottomless eyes that you know you can't refuse. "Ok," You say resting your head in her lap once more as she hums the nursery rhyme again. Your eyes begin to feel heavy as Wednesdays fingers toy with your hair, her presents as comforting as the morning sun. You begin to feel your eyes lids getting heavy and they fall shut. You feel your eyes relax at the light is blocked out, a thought comes to you, I've never been this relaxed. You can't but feel slightly uneasy almost waiting for it to end, you push the thought out of your head. You feel yourself fading knowing that you shouldn't, not protesting the comfort that pulls you deeper and deeper from the world you know.