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Wrote this excited 💖☺Nick x Female Reader (The Quarry)

words: 1503 ♡ WARNING, DUBIOUS NON CON, READER DIES.

It would be a miracle if you didn't need extensive therapy after this night since summer camp was about to end with a literal bang. You were also sure of almost two things, one: that you are hopelessly in love with a jerk, and two: you've definitely been tramuatised in one way or another. 

The moon has never shined so bright as tonight, silver light piercing through treetops and ample bushes, reflecting off rooftops and revealing a good amount of the surrounding woods. 

Laying together on the ground with a special friend, one of your fellow camp counsellors, underneath the woodwork ceiling of a cabin that you and the guys found. You wished this could've been romantic.

Today was supposed to be the day you and everyone got ready and all packed to go back home, until the car engine spluttered and malfunctioned. A blessing in the moment but in hindsight, you should've been more alert when joining the others in a party without supervision.

This was supposed to be the last day at Hackett's Quarry and it was suppose to be the most fun. Though 'fun' wouldn't be the word you'll use to describe the sudden turn of events when nightfall came. 

"You smell so good. . ." Nick pressed his sharp nose into your exposed shoulder, urgently breathing in deeply as if your scent was the precious air he needed. His arm was immobile though seemingly slacked around your waist, you tried (key word here: tried) your best to slowly maneuver from his grasp and when that didn't work you just gave up resigned to be his body-pillow.   

Nick terrified you. No doubt he must've known too, or sensed it by the look of that teasing smirk on his face. "Heh- I knew it. . . you never liked me, do you?" Internally you gawked at whatever had led him into thinking that, you felt a gut-feeling you didn't want to know. He literally has you caged between the cold floor and the heavy weight of his arm.  

You took a small pause before carefully answering, "I-I do. Nick, really, do you think I would be spending my last summer with someone I didn't care about? I—"

You grew even more flustered, not noticing his arm tightening the tiniest bit around your waist, scorching your skin. Or was it just the warmth from the heater lantern getting to you, it was a highly probable reason.  

It helped to imagine his soft eyes that would always calm you down are solely staring at the back of your head. Not realizing he was silently tracking your every movement, from the slightest twitch of discomfort at his grip, the fast heaving of your chest and the dip of the shadows inbetween, he listened to your body-language before your own words. "—like you more than you think. . . ." 

His fingernails skimmed across the soft flesh of your belly as if savoring the experience and feeling you up, you tensed for a second underneath your tank-top, he continued exploring without much needed encouragement. "So soft. You're so soft, you know that? Easy enough to slice though and rip out all your insides. . ." 

He was in more or less words, so hostile, creepy in his unsettling remarks. You swore it was like he had sensitive hearing when he kept staring intensely after you muttered something about something you didn't mean to. He lashed out at you, berating you at every chance he got in whispers for what felt like an eternity. 

 It was mind-numbing but you endured it, for the sake of a possibility of "us." After all, he was your friend first and foremost. So you laid beside him slowly, as he watched with a strange intense gaze, you kept your eyes on him too but with concern mostly.

"I'll be here for you, Nick." You say reassuringly before accidentally dozing off to the sound of his breathing. 

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That night you had the strangest dream involving an unconventionally dressed fortune-teller and you usually never remember clear details from any dreams, or ones that made actual sense up until now.   

"Hello there my friend. Welcome to my humble abode," greeted cheerfully, an old woman.

"Good to see you are alive... I'm here to help you. Think of me as a guiding hand who helps from time to time."

She sat directly across from you, her lanky fingers folded over a wooden tabletop and a typical black crystal ball tht you'd see in psychic shows was set on your right, pale lit candles and animal-bones dangled in the background as the trinket filled room was barely illuminated in yellowed lantern-light. 

Suddenly you felt a cold breeze that shouldn't be possible in such an enclosed space. The woman continued staring into your eyes although didn't seem to notice your discomfort at the close proximity as she moved on quickly.

"Be warned and remember: The curse prompts the victim into displaying their true emotions in that time... True feelings are surfacing."

As if pitying your predicament her cryptic words were spoken so solemnly, and sensible enough to make an interpretation out of yet vague enough to be ungraspable by your mind. What curse was she even talking about? 

"I'd like to show you some visions. Would that be alright?" The woman asked, lips sucked in, a keenness in her unreadable gaze.

You indifferently shrug but ultimately nodded, "yes. Please, Madame." At your confirmation, the crystal ball beside you glowed instantly and images began to appear in the cloudy swirls. It all went by so fast, a flash of Nick's bloody face close-up and his naked chest rubbing against someone's, the shocking screams of your friends and an unmoving bleeding body that looked eerily similar to yours. . .

The images disappeared as quickly as they came, and you could only breathe hard, staring into your distressed reflection in the black ball. What the hell did those things even mean?! Was Nick dying? Are we all in danger?

You didn't get to think more as the woman interrupted your internal monologue. "Sometimes... life gives you every choice, that's how you get tricked into doing a terrible decision when it is made an option. Beware and be cautious." With that, everything faded to black while the mysterious old woman looked grim towards you. 

"Pitiful child, oh just like my..." 

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You don't hear anymore, until you woke up, body pressed against another, next to the sound of harsh labourish breathing and a warm breath fanning your face. "Awake now, huh." Nick's face vaguely could be made out in the lantern light, his eyes glaring into yours as if fighting an internal conflict.

It was then you realized

where his hands were, the icy cold touch alerting you, roaming around underneath your sweater and squeezing at your flesh. "N-Nick, what are you doin—" Your whispered words barely were out before he grabbed your body, moving you closer to his with abnormal strength.

Keeping you there confined in his trembling embrace, his face dipping in the crook of your collarbone making you wince in surprise, your skin getting hit with his shakey hot breath.

Was he always this strong? His body felt like a boulder, his arms a prison to even try resisting, It was impossible to find any wiggle room or budge. Your heart pounded even louder than the thunderous rain outside. 

Nick finally speaks, his voice muffled by your neck. "Don't move... I need you not to." You felt a blush spreading across your cheeks, suddenly the heaviness of his hold on you wasn't that bad. Until he said this.

"If you know what's good for you. You won't try to escape," your blood ran cold at the underlining threat. Nick would never... Say these things. He must be under so much stress to be saying these things, that thought helped soothe your nerves while knowing your other friends were also nearby incase... 

Of what? Of that vision coming true? Surely it wouldn't happen, yeah, it wouldn't. Even as you felt the tiniest lick of Nick's wet tongue on your skin, the growing tension in his body as he presses against you, his hands tracing the outline of your bra. There's no way he's in danger, you were going to make sure of that.

You returned Nick's embrace, hoping to show that you were genuinely there for him and to warm him up. This must've pleased him in some way as he nuzzled his face further into your neck, making you slightly aware of how vulnerable and helpless you are to him. And he knew. 

You never thought it was you who was in danger until the night grew on, and you were left alone on the cabin floor, blood pooling underneath you. He came back though, for you. Clawed hands and heaving steps, you knew it was him, it had to be. With a gentle swoop of his arms, you lost all of your senses as you stared up into the monstrous face of the one you love. 

He held you tightly until dawn.

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Egyptian Nights - Teresa Lace (Practice comic)

🤕(This is just my 2nd practice comic- everything is trashy on purpose &lt;3) 'A convenient arrangement between a god a...

Can you do yandere version male Wednesday?please 0w0

'Love goes by harps; Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.' - Shakespeare.

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Words: 3750 Warnings/Triggers: Spoiler friendly to the show, Wednesday is creepier and a soft yandere. Source: Wednesday (2022 Netflix)

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•NEVERMORE ACADEMY•

"Just because Nevermore's a school for outcasts doesn't mean we got to dress like one," snorted a fellow social cliche member.

Your group sounded in agreement whereas you zipped up, blood rushing to your cheeks, turning around fast to catch a glimpse of who they were talking about.

The new boy. Him.

His skin corpse-pale, a daunting unchanging expression like the permanent state of a withered tree, dressed in a sophisticated all black attire. Wednesday Addams, the outcast of outcasts, befitting all qualities that made of him.

A boy full of woe who, always seemed to be unblinking his obsidian eyes, would glance over at you (an amount of times far exceeding what would be a 'coincidence' but that's what you were hoping to believe) during strolls around Nevermore's campus.

Ah- He turned away from you, his attention shifted to his side where a well-known bubbly blonde werewolf took place, Enid. They started talking, one louder than the other, Wednesday's unanimated face seemed unamused at the cheery flurry of expressions on Enid's. They were a contrasting duo but a match for sure, though you couldn't help feeling disappointed at the short eye-contact you had with him.

Why couldn't he just look at you a few more times with his killer gaze, oh right– you were in the middle of a group. . .

Can't be helped then, you sighed to yourself amidst your friends' laughter and peevish jokes, returning to previous conversations with them again.

Unbeknownst to you, from afar, Wednesday flickered his dark eyes towards your smiling figure among others, all the while listening to Enid's cheerful attempts at convincing him to spend more time together.

"Hellooo, Wednesday?" Enid waved a hand speedily Infront of his face, "did your mind wander off somewhere–"

"–I'm thinking of how much force it takes to poke an eye out." Wednesday curtly says, his head turned slightly towards a particular group. Enid worriedly asked, "you mean it in a friendly way, right?" "Depends."

Silence ensued between the two until Enid noticed Wednesday's unceasing stare at. . . You. "Oooooh were you looking for someone? Wednesday–"

"I don't recall ever doing that," Wednesday instantly shut Enid's teasing tone down, "let's keep moving." Unaware of the playful side-eye Enid was giving him, Wednesday continued his walk forwards. Sometimes Enid can't help but think Wednesday Addams needed some time to understand his own hidden emotions before they take control.

. . . It took weeks of the back and forth staring between you and him, until one day Wednesday surprised you out of the shadows, confronting you after you had abandoned your side of the staring game.

Who wouldn't give up if they were in your place, after hearing so many unflattering rumours about Wednesday- you stopped trying to even befriend him. There was no way you were compatible with him considering his stoic nature. . . That was what you had thought until you were facing him in the almost empty hallway.

"W- Wednesday Addams," you greeted in a shaky voice, body frozen. Heart booming threateningly against your ribs and pushing up your throat to spill out all your feelings for him. But it's too soon.

"(Name)," he said his usual graceful deadpan. Wait how did he even know your name, does this mean he noticed you- Oh right, you were in the same classes as him. . .

Your fleeting hopes were revived when he spoke up again, this time much more tensed like he was being interrogated by you and had no choice but to speak. Even though you were silent and quaking in your boots at just a heart racing glance of his lifeless- good looking face.

"I enjoyed being disliked by people. . ." He stepped a foot closer to yours, "naturally, it's what I'm accustomed to. I welcome it even."

Oh my god, he was getting closer, you could almost see the emotion (though it could've been in your imagination) sparkling in his pupil-less black eyes, the slightly messy yet perfectly neat formation of his stiff yet soft-looking hair.

He paused for a moment to intimidatingly scan your face for any twitches of emotion (at least that was your assumption). "–But the thought of you joining the others in avoiding me, I found that to be distinctly displeasing."

Wait what– You weren't exactly paying alot of attention to his words but the cadence of his voice you've barely gotten to hear much. What was he trying to say? But you didn't want to look dumb so you just hummed acknowledging.

You swallowed down the incoming compliments worming their way up your throat and squeaked out a, "I-I see."

Wednesday continued standing Infront of you, waiting? No that's not possible. . . Could he be waiting for you to say something else? Did he have a problem with you? You hoped not.

Ah you smacked all those other thoughts out before smiling nervously. His eyes narrowed menacingly at your smile but you found this new expression to be cute.

"T-that's good to know," you bit down on the nerve-wracking stutters from embarrassing you Infront of him. Of course you've noticed how slightly annoyed he would look when people expressed their likeness for him so that's why you never made the first move. Ever. Even when you wanted to. .

Wednesday tilted his head, the smallest movement under his brow covered bangs, "Is it?"

Wait, was he asking a rhetorical question⁉️ Ah, you can't think of anything else to say anymore with that stubbornly shivering heart of yours in his presence.

Enthusiastically you nodded, reassuring him without a clue in your head about what he was trying to say. . . Wait.

Holy, wow, was this a love confession? You stared dreamily into his wide eyes, maybe, just maybe, this whole interaction is a prank (as unlikely as it sounds coming from an Addams) even if your heart was shuddering a mile a minute. Hoping for something to happen.

"I shouldn't have said that." He muttered, looking perplexed by his own words which made you confused. Then why did he go out of his way to talk to you? (Oh no, don't you dare get your hopes up again.)

"It's al-alright, Wednesda- day." You hoped he wouldn't mind you saying his name casually, "I um, need to go back to my dorm. . ." Ugh, that wasn't what you were planning to say. . . So lame.

"Go on," he nodded and retracted his step, giving you more space to freely move. Still your heart won't calm down but thankfully you had more space to take in a full breath.

Just as you were about to bid him farewell, he turned his body towards the direction of your dormitory. "After you, (Name)."

He seemed to want escort you back to your room, how gentlemanly. You never expected to have the chance to interact with him this much.

"Mmhmm," was all you could muster up when you started walking. Slowly, alongside Wednesday's curt strides.

A flutter kickstarted your heart once again into beating fast as you side glanced him, expressionless yet calm. Maybe he likes you but even if he didn't, you found his company to nicer than anyone else's.

After accompanying you to your room and you waving an essatic goodbye at him. Wednesday Addams that night was left very peculiarly somber, lying on his back and for once- enduring the excited chatter of his roommate without interrupting him.

He didn't think it natural to have thoughts of you in his head. Maybe it was a vision. But his brain told him a vision only appears once yet your face and voice was drawn in clear memory and repeated in his mind like a torturous echo.

How unusual. And not the good kind. He had barely slept that night and concluded it was entirely your fault. And you should be held responsible for disturbing him even when you did nothing but exist.

•THE SECOND ENCOUNTER• Was he always socially awkward? If so, you hadn't noticed it even after staring at him numerous times from a distance. Now that he was Infront of you, facing you directly with elegant poise, your brain froze all it's functions again.

Dot. Dot. What a pleasant silence.

"Is staring all you're capable of?" He finally said, his flat voice devoid of any emotion sounded like music to your ears. Though it could've been your imagination, he didn't seem as tense with you as the first time you met him.

Maybe you were growing on him? That thought made you smile at ease and brought his gaze for a split second down to your lips like he was observing something fascinating or strange.

"What else can I do other than st- stare?" You took this as an opportunity to be playful, hopefully this will make him see you as a friend.

Wednesday then blinked- wait did he just blink? You hardly noticed the smallest shutter of his eyes and the tiniest lift in his lip corners when he looked somewhere else for a second. "Have you seen this before? It's called a mouth," he flickered his eyes at yours as if to make a point. A very interesting, lingering point.

"Thanks for the reminder, We- Wednesday." You smiled, enjoying the mildly friendly banter with him that's becoming a usual routine. Progress is still progress regardless!

"No need to thank me for what's obvious." He stated, a handsome calmness in his blank face. He's right.

Some students walked by the two of you while others shoved their way through and accidentally pushed Wednesday into you. His hard chest bumped against yours for a moment while you stood there dumbfounded, barely hearing the person's apology when warmth was spreading across your skin. Wow.

"I-I uh think I should get going. . ." Flustered, you averted looking directly at him, conscious of his now widened stare.

Not a word left his slightly parted lips when you quickly moved away and ran off towards your dorm, heart pittering wildly inside you. His large eyes unceasing to follow your form until you disappeared into the halls, as if something possessed him in that nick of time.

Wednesday was then forced to acknowledge for once in his life, emotions were even complicated than they seemed. As you had a strange effect on him and he was no longer certain if that was a bad thing.

Maybe his roommate might have the answer? . . If he could only catch him for a moment.

•LAST FATAL ENCOUNTER • Only fools would deny the existence of their own emotions even when oblivious to revealing them. Wednesday was no fool, further from it actually. Until meeting you, that is.

Never had he felt more foolish in the entirety of his life than to walk away from you– Well, the place where you and him had talked before you'd usually depart in flustering steps like a slippery squid.

An adorable squid.

A happy shriek erupted from his side, at the other side of the half-light half-dark shared bedroom. "I'm so super excited!!! Me and Ajex are going out on a picnic date!! We are celebrating our three weeks anniversary!! Wish me luck guys!"

"Good for you." Wednesday nods slightly while Thing high fives Enid mid air.

"Aw Thanks Thing! Wednesday- do you have any plans for today?" Enid asked, dusting himself off.

"None whatsoever, except for maybe deciphering some poetry left behind by–"

"Oh my gosh! Ajex just texted me!! I got to run, see you later Wednesday! Thing!" The door slammed after Enid's hyperexcitment and never made a sound again in the brooding silence.

Right. There was nothing else to do on a Saturday when all the mysteries so far in Nevermore academy have been solved or have cold trails. Nothing could ever bore Wednesday, or so he thinks, so he set off to continue working his poetry while Thing disappeared somewhere for their lotion reapplication or beautification something. . .

Everybody else had gone on their own adventures and Wednesday expected nothing more to happen. . .

So imagine his blank surprise (and supreme shock) when around midnight, you showed up at his dorm room, oddly overwhelming his peripheral and senses just by standing warmly and close. Yet somehow he allowed you inside fast after you just barely greeted him since. . . None of you wanted to get in trouble.

"Why are you here," he asked as you tried to maneuver around him and the closed door before he boxed you into the corner.

Forcing you to lift your head to meet his very close dark eyes peering into your soul. Like they can see everything. In that moment you froze, not knowing how to act around him when there was enough distance between his body and yours to feel his warmth.

There was a tension that never went away and was growing by the second as his proximity to yours lost itself in your mind. "I just wanted to see y-you," you stammered out softly, admiring his casual clothes, all-black of course.

"Is that all?" Wait, was he expecting to hear something else?

All you could hear in your ears was the rapid beating of your heart and the small movement of Wednesday's purplish lips. Oh shoot he said something and you didn't pay attention!!!

Dazed, you nervously smiled at him and pretended like you heard him. Maybe he asked how your day went? But you swear you saw the word 'love' for a second. There's no way he confessed his love to you so what did he ask?!

You went silent, too shy to ask him to repeat himself.

He cracked a bit of a smile that left you breathless as you admired it. "You won't be leaving until you give me a concise answer."

"T-To what?"

"You'll have to figure that out yourself. Until then, you are stuck here, (Name)." True to his words, even when you tried to sneakily twist the doorknob behind you– you found it absolutely stubborn to turn. As if somebody on the other side was holding the door tightly with their life or. . . It just happened to be broken.

"Uh, yes?"

"(Name), are you certain that's your answer?" He said lowly, his voice deepening along every word.

"Y-yes!" Truthfully you had no idea what the heck were you even saying yes to but it was even more dangerous if Wednesday was serious about keeping you here in his dorm room.

The thrill of this secretive meeting excited you but the threat of detention and worse, expulsion, loomed over you the longer you stayed with him.

"Good answer." He seemed to be in a better (you think) mood- "Any other word out of your mouth would've cost you an arm and a leg, (Name)."

Awkwardly you laughed, already used to Wednesday's endearing yet morbid choice of speech but something about this time in your gut dropped like it was warning you to start escaping. From him.

He can't be serious, right. . .

"I wouldn't want to trouble you, Wednesday," you lightly played along. Your heart thumping louder and bare for him to hear if he ever chose to draw near and dissect all the emotions you felt for him.

"You couldn't trouble me even if you tried."

"Um- Wednesday," you pressed yourself against the door and stared up into his almost soulless eyes, "what would actually happen, if, hypothetically speaking, I said no?" Hopefully in this roundabout way you can find out what question he asked you.

"I would have tied and locked you in this room for the rest of the remaining semesters, then relocate you to a remote island where there's no internet access and no possibility of contacting any person except for me." He stepped even closer, "you'll be driven insane until you'd have only one person to depend on, for all your needs including mental and emotional. Me."

You could only breathe in short puffs at this point. Because somewhere along the dangerous lines he spoke, your legs began shivering like you were in a snow-storm yet the only cold thing around you was. . . Him.

"O-okay." A weak response. Your brain stopped functioning a while ago after memorizing every curve of his handsome pale face.

And. . . The more you stared at him, the closer his eyes seem to get. . . There were specks of brown in those eyes, like pieces of stone decorating his pupil in a. . . Soft. You felt something soft press against your lips and closed your eyes, succumbing to Wednesday's wicked plans.

You were doomed the moment you decided it was a good idea to go to his room. Nothing good ever came with a midnight sneaking, maybe except for this kiss. . . .

These little interactions never ceased to bore him for some odd reason. But he was certain now that you were definitely the reason.

Every morning and night, he found himself thinking of you regardless of whatever he was in the middle of doing. An inconvenience you'd have to have responsibility for, and oh he'd made sure, for a long long time you would pay the price unbeknownst to you.

You don't know how but in that same year you met Wednesday, you ended up engaged and married on the spot near the town's abandoned cemetery after misunderstanding his sudden asking for your help. Turns out, you were the fool this whole time for trusting him.

Now you were an Addams with no way back, wearing a white gold ring that seemed to tighten every time you strayed away from his side.