love was an affliction that had its thorned vines tightly around wednesday’s blackened heart. the problem was…

she had no intention of getting rid of them.

a fool like her father, wednesday would put up with anything you did. she’d kill, die, and kill again for you.

but this might be her biggest test yet.

laying atop of you like a starfish, wednesday’s chin is snugly in your bust so she can just stare into your hypnotising eyes.

it’s the only reason she’s letting you do this.

“stop it.” she mutters, as her cheeks are squished and stretched out, exposing her pointy canines. of course, she hopes you never stop.