#**wednesday

[lolitanora]

[goingonanadventuremaybe]

happy Warm Beverage Wednesday

Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.

[maoyuyy]

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[mothsaresc4ry]

Enid: *kisses Wednesday*

Wednesday:

Enid: hm.. you know, there's something weird going on with your face right now

Wednesday: What?

Enid: you're smiling- I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU SMILE BEFORE! DO IT AGAIN, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Wednesday:

Enid did have to sleep on the couch that night

This is very lame but my head is not working properly rn

[apara-dise-penguin]

Jenna Ortega as Wednesday Addams Season 1 Episode 6

[neonriver1]

[thedemoninme141]

Would you? a part 2 of "She Wishes".

Recommend reading "She Wishes" before going down.

Warnings: Angst, a lot of angst. Regret... Emotional Out Of Character Wednesday

Summary: Would you come back if you knew how much she has changed? Pairing: Wednesday x Female Reader.

I don’t need someone dragging me down, constantly whining about feeling neglected. If you can’t handle that, then maybe you should find someone else willing to put up with your desperate need for attention.

Wednesday jolted awake, the voice still ringing in her ears, her own voice.

In her whole life, she had never been the one to be afraid of nightmares, yet she ended up like this, being unable to sleep because of the nightmare she created herself. It had been the same, night after night.

When was the last time she’d slept without revisiting that moment, that night when she said those… words? She couldn’t remember.

She dragged herself to a seated position, trying to steady her breathing, only to catch a flicker of movement on the balcony.

A figure stood there, perfectly still, as if waiting... just as it always had.

It was you.

She knew her mind was simply tormenting her, feeding on her guilt and grief, creating illusions to make her suffer even more. But in a way, she had come to accept it. This was the only way she could see you now, the only way she could be near you. She couldn’t resist the pull, the familiar ache in her chest that begged her to walk toward you.

She glanced over at Enid, who was sleeping soundly on her side of the room. Fortunately, Enid could sleep through the wildest storms. Wednesday supposed it was a blessing; her friend wouldn’t hear her break through the silence to talk with… you.

And there you stood, haloed by the soft glow of the moon, looking more beautiful than she ever remembered. She took in the way your hair caught the light, the way it made you look ethereal, almost otherworldly.

A year ago, she would’ve never noticed something like this, but now? Now, she was all too aware. Painfully so.

She approached with quiet, as if you were something fragile she might shatter with her presence alone.

“You’re here again.” Her voice was low, tentative.

You didn’t respond, just kept staring up at the stars.

Wednesday swallowed, hating the awkwardness of her own silence, hating that she struggled to express herself even now, even when she knew you weren't real.

“I thought you might like to know how uneventful my day was,” she said softly. “Nothing of interest happened. I went to class, ignored everyone, and endured the same dull routine.” her gaze lingered on you, trying to memorize every detail.

As she stood beside you, leaning on the railing, she looked at the moon, "Thing played a particularly irritating prank on Enid, it was suspicious. Thing would never hurt Enid's feelings… unless Enid told him to do so. She probably did to… lighten my mood, which to her disappointment, didn't amuse me at all." She glanced at you, half-expecting a response, though she knew you’d never answer.

You were only an illusion, yet you watched her so attentively, as though you were really listening.

A faint smile ghosted across her lips, sad and bittersweet. It reminded her of the way you used to listen to her back then, a year ago, when the two of you were… something. She’d always avoided putting a name to it then, but now, she wished she had.

“I… know I never asked much about your day. I assumed you’d tell me what mattered eventually, but… you used to talk about everything, even things I thought were trivial.” Her gaze fell, the weight of her own words settling heavily in her chest.

"And the irony is," she whispered bitterly, "even if you’re just in my head, you're listening more to me right now than I ever did to you."

Wednesday waited, as if expecting you to smile at her words, to nod with that knowing look you used to give her when she vented. You always used to tell her about your own day, too, in that same casual, almost rhythmic way.

She closed her eyes, trying to remember the things you used to talk about—but it was like trying to catch mist with her bare hands.

The details were lost to her because she had never truly listened. She’d always kept her mind focused elsewhere, assuming you’d always be there, assuming your words would repeat endlessly, and she could listen when she felt like it. But that moment, like you, was gone.

"I don’t even know if I remember what your favorite book was," she muttered, almost to herself "or your favorite subject...or our favorite moment." She swallowed, the words sharp as they caught in her throat. "I don’t know why you gave me so much of yourself when I barely gave you a second thought."

She hadn’t even realized she was reaching into her pocket until her fingers closed around the metallic edge of her smartphone. A tool she despised. She pulled it out, letting it rest in her hand, staring down at the dark screen. She hated devices like this—clunky, bright, too noisy, too eager to pull you into a world she didn’t care for.

To her, the smartphone was an obnoxious symbol of the modern world, a world she found lacking in anything genuine or meaningful. Yet here she was, holding it, clinging to it like a lifeline.

This ugly piece of plastic and glass, which she’d once ignored with utter disdain, had now taken on a significance.

It was the only way she could reach you...

She found your number, just as she had every night for the past year. She already knew how this would end, the way it had every night since you’d been gone.

It always ended the same way, going straight to voicemail. Yet she pressed it anyway, waiting for that familiar sound. The ringing stopped, and the voicemail picked up.

She took a shaky breath, and then, she began to speak.

“Hello, it’s… me. Again.” Her lips twitched in a faint, bitter smile. “I suppose that part was obvious.”

She paused, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Enid was still asleep, then turned back to you.

“I know you’re not going to answer. I know that. But somehow… I can’t seem to stop myself. Pathetic, isn’t it?” She let out a low, humorless chuckle. “I never thought I’d be the kind of person to talk to the void, to cling to something so… intangible. But here I am. Just another fool.” She gripped the phone a little tighter, closing her eyes as she struggled to find the words.

“Today, I thought about that time you asked me to spend the evening with you. You brought snacks and books, and you told me it could be fun, remember? I scoffed, said it was pointless, a waste of time.” She swallowed. “But you… you just smiled at me. You always… God, you always just smiled, didn’t you? I never understood how someone can hide so much pain behind a smile... Now I do." She smiled.

The silence on the line felt crushing, a void that seemed to swallow her whole, yet she kept going. She had to.

“If you were here right now… I’d ask you to tell me about your day,” she whispered. “I wouldn’t even care if it was boring. I wouldn’t mind if it dragged on or if you rambled. I’d listen. For once, I’d actually listen.”

She took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the floor as she tried to steady herself. “I miss you,” she admitted finally, her voice breaking. “I miss you so much it feels like I’m losing my mind. I may already have...“ She looked at your form in front of her, looking at her with such pity in your eyes.

"I don’t deserve to miss you this much. I know that. I know that I failed you in every possible way, that I took you for granted. And now…” She trailed off, her voice shaking with the weight of her confession.

“I keep thinking, what if… what if I’d done things differently? What if I’d actually listened, actually cared about the things that mattered to you?” She swallowed hard, the words barely a whisper. “Would you still be here?” she sighed.

“I just… I need you to know that I would give anything, anything, to have you back. To have one more chance to show you that I’m not the person I was back then. I can change. I have changed. I just… I just want you to come back. I just want to know one thing, Would you come back if you knew how much I've changed?"

The beep sounded, signaling the end of the voicemail. She lowered the phone, her hand trembling as she placed it back in her pocket. Her gaze returned to your figure, still there, still watching.

“Would you forgive me?” she asked, she had to know, just so she could at least sleep that night.

At that moment, your lips curved into that familiar smile, the one that always held so much pain and you whispered back.

“Would you?”

[Author's note: Was in a mood to bring the old angst back, Comment how your heart feels after this 😏]

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[beccawise7]

Early mornings in the arms of the one you adore... Everything.

~beccawise7💜🖤

Have a Wonderful Wednesday!

[focusssb]

Why do some mf act like Enid is really tall she is not looming over Wednesday she is 5’3 not 6’3. It just annoys me to see some ppl draw her or write her really tall… yes she’s taller than Wednesday but by 2 INCHES😭

Idk why that annoys me but I just wanted to rant about it anyway bye have a good day/night!

[silver-soul00]

So Wenclair energy

Enid: Sorry roommate, but I prefer to hang out with taller people

Wednesday: [*GETTING LONG*]

[beautyofattolia]

Wednesday: So hypothetically speaking, how does one make a date more interesting?

Enid: I hear acting mysterious usually works.

Wednesday: Got it, thank you.

*later*

Tyler: So where are we going?

Wednesday: None of your business.

[sinsdaycorp]

Idk if this has been asked/talked about before, but… two year gap between season 1 ending and season 2, are we just going to gloss over Wednesdays stalker ?

Or did they just think we’d forget? There’s no way Wednesday would’ve had a stalker for two years without dealing with it, and making sure Enid was safe and protecting her wife.

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

About ☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽

Here is why I believe Jenna had a hand on Wednesday's novelization

Just notice the way she wrote the story caption. Very Wednesday's ways, I think... or I'm seeing too much of it?

[apara-dise-penguin]

Jenna Ortega as Wednesday Addams Season 1 Episode 5

[hanavbara]

wednesday as anime 🖤🕷️🕸️