#Wednesday Series 2022

[kulai]

DAY 5 - 6: Vision and Worst Fear

but whose fear?.... check this out on twt! :3

[wabe3]

Dealing with emotions by drawing the lil gay people

[chiri-thingz]

Rugby player Enid AU

[lorelaiblair]

when Wednesday has had a very deep sleep it takes her a moment to remember how to speak english once she wakes up.

and by ‘a moment’ i mean it can take anywhere between ten minutes and and hour + a quad over ice

the first time Enid witnesses it is the first night she falls asleep in Wednesdays bed, she wakes up sprawled over the other girl, and Wednesday who had spent the night feeling something similar to being buried alive, wakes up speaking spanish.

her dark eyes are filled with sleep, her hair is tangled, there are sleep lines over her arms and chest, her voice is soft and sounding like honey

she’s out of it for a good 20 minutes, just holding Enid and mumbling to her in a language she doesn’t understand, Enid though is in heaven

Wednesday is pretty sucky at doing things gently, she never does something half-way, so when she holds Enid, she does it like she could never let go. she holds tight, and Enid, the girl with super strength and the biggest heart, will always love the way Wednesday loves.

Enid wasn’t much of a morning person, always one to sleep in until the last minute, but now she finds herself savoring her mornings being held by the love of her life.

Wednesday whispers sweet nothings in spanish while colorful claws untangle knots in dark hair.

Yeah. Mornings are quite wonderful now.

(Enid has also deemed this period of time “Wednesday’s factory reset mode”)

[tylernation]

OUR FIRST LOOK AT TYLER AND WEDNESDAY FOR S2!!!

[wol-fica]

-Bliss PT 11-

summary - reader would do anything, anything, to protect wednesday…

warnings - punching, blood, nose broken, SAPPY

an - missed wednesday and r, (mostly wednesday), so i thought id get back into bliss before season 2 comes !!

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It was a beautiful Monday afternoon in New Jersey, golden rays of sunlight bathing the mansion floor in a beautiful blanket of bronze. The windows were open to the outside world, a warm breeze flowing through the house and invading the walls with the scent of pine and apple pie.

You were in the kitchen, humming along to one of your favorite songs while you stirred ingredients together to make a sugar glaze. Your pie was in the oven, almost ready to be taken out and admired for how damn talented you were at baking, but it needed a few more minutes to reach perfection. It’s crust was a delicious looking light brown, dusted with a bit of salt for flavor, that covered the mouth watering apple filling that was crafted from your great grandmothers secret recipe.

Your cooking and baking skills were a great blessing, especially since your wife has a bit of a sour tooth when it comes to entrees. You always made sure to craft each dish to the exact perfect condition of what she was craving in that moment, and every time, without fail, she would praise you in her gothic ways about how delicious each meal was.

Speaking of your wife, she was currently typing away on her typewriter in the office, working on a new book series since finishing her last collection. Becoming such a well respected writer had boosted her confidence a lot, which in turn helped open more doors to new plot lines and perspectives of storytelling and imagery for her to explore. You had been her biggest supporter throughout her journey and definitely earned the title of “#1 Wednesday Addams Fan” after showing up to every conference and book signing wearing her face on your shirt.

She scolded you for it every single time.

“Doing okay, babe?” You called out, whisking the icing gently.

The ‘tap tap tap’ of the typewriter abruptly stopped, and the sound of footsteps ranges out softly in the house as your partner approached the kitchen. You turned your head just in time to see her round the corner, your breath catching in the back of your throat from the sight of her.

Wednesday Addams was a glorious view, and just so easy to look at for you even after all these years. Her skin was supple and pale, almost ghostly white from lack of melanin in her cells. Her eyes, black as ever, were filled with a sense of warmth that to others, would be discomforting; to you, it was home. She was dressed in a knee-length black skirt that held her checkered sweater tucked in at her waist, with a thin silver chain hanging loosely from the front of her hip to the back. She had white, shin-length socks on that hugged her calves in such a way that it was almost hypnotic to stare at her. Her hair was in her usual duel braids paired with her beautiful bangs that you loved oh so much, and she wore an expression of admiration on her face when she spotted you.

“Hey you.” You said, setting your whisk down to fully turn to her, “Finished the third chapter yet?”

“Not yet.” Wednesday replied, stepping into your personal space and tilting her face up to you, “I am stuck in the torturous prison of what the people call ‘writers block’.”

You chuckled, taking her chin in your hand and leaning down to kiss her. She stood up on her toes to meet you, her hands resting on your hips while you cupped her jaw. She tasted divine, her lipgloss flavor consisting of black cherries and dark chocolate with a hint of eucalyptus to complement the sweetness.

“Hi.” You murmured to her after pulling away, staring into her dark eyes.

“Hello.” She whispered back, her hands slithering around your waist, “I missed you.”

“We live together.” You teased, smiling when she undid the tie of your apron.

“You have been baking all morning.”

“Could’ve joined me.”

“And suffer with the nauseating effect of home life and domestication? I’d rather be nailed to a post.”

You giggled, moving around her to hang your apron on the pantry door hook before coming back over to the oven to peak at your pie. It seemed to be done, so you grabbed your black mittens and carefully took the hot dish out and placed it on the stove. The aroma of apple hit you like a warm pillow to the face, and you felt your whole body physically relax from the touching smell.

“I hope to get a slice later.” Wednesday said, sliding her hand into yours once you took the mittens off, “It looks divine.”

“I thought Wednesday Addams didn’t like sweet things?” You asked, scrunching your nose at her.

“I like you, isn’t that enough proof?”

You hummed, pressing your lips to her forehead as a loving gesture. The radio sounded light static before Foolish Girl by Marjorie filled the room. Your unoccupied hand slide to rest on your wife’s waist, gently beginning to sway to the music with her. She let her head rest against your chest, her eyes falling shut at the sound of your heartbeat.

“Twenty-five years old and you still dance like you’re fifteen.” You mumbled, smoothing the wrinkles out of her sweater.

“I need to perfect my skills, I just haven’t had the time.” She replied softly, burying her nose into your hoodie, “Fifteen year old me would be devastated.”

“No.” You said, lifting her head and reaching to cup her face, “She would be so proud to see what you have achieved; you’re incredible, baby”

Wednesday blushed, shamelessly letting her eyes run over your features with pure admiration. You both stayed like that for a while, content in swaying in each other’s embrace whilst occasionally sharing little kisses here and there. The moment was perfect, until a sharp knock at the front door startled you.

“Who could that be?” You wondered aloud, knowing you weren’t expecting anyone today.

“A spokesperson maybe.” Wednesday grumbled, turning and heading towards the front door, “I’ll tell them to leave.”

“It’s not like we get solicitors.” You said, knowing it’s a pretty long walk from the road to your front door, “Be nice, please!”

She waved you off, rounding the corner out of sight but not of earshot. You heard the front door open, and a male voice respond to your wife’s question of his presence.

“I’m here for you, actually.” The person said, his words slightly slurred.

“Sorry, not available, please leave.”

“Seem pretty available to me; pretty cute too.”

“Use the word ‘cute’ to describe me again and i’ll remove your finger nails with my pliers.”

“No need to get attitude with me, gorgeous. How about I come inside and we chat a little?”

You tensed up, dropping the plate you were drying onto the counter and briskly walking to the front door. There was a tall man in the entrance, holding the door open with his hand so Wednesday couldn’t shut it on him. He was scruffier looking, his greasy hair long and his wiry beard unkept on his bumpy skin. He had a smirk on his face that was unsettling and gross looking, like something that came out of a shitty thriller from the 60’s or something of the sort.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man drawled out, seeming to size you up when you approached.

“Her wife.” You deadpanned, standing to slightly in front of Wednesday to block him from entering your home, “And I’m pretty sure she asked you to leave.”

He laughed, his breath reeking of scotch and beer when it hit your nose. You recoiled slightly, mistakingly taking a step back in disgust. The man saw that as an opportunity to strike, and shot his hand out to grab Wednesdays arm.

It felt like everything happened in a millisecond; one minute you were pinching your nose to block the smell, the next you were swinging your fist into his face, his nose breaking with a satisfying ‘crack’. He fell backwards onto your concrete front porch, his hand immediately covering his injury. You breathed heavily, your chest heaving up and down from the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Not many things angered you, but if someone ever put their hands on Wednesday, you would see red.

Call it your wifey instinct.

“OW! What the fuck?!” He screamed, cradling his face, “Son of a bitch!”

“Never, ever, touch her again.” You growled, squaring your shoulders to make yourself appear bigger, “Now get the hell off of my property before I call the cops.”

With that you slammed the door once he retreated down your steps and to the street, locking the deadbolt with a grunt of annoyance. Blood coated your knuckles from the impact of the man’s nose breaking, but you could honestly care less as your focus was on the women standing in front of you.

“Are you okay?” You asked, reaching for her arm to make sure she wasn’t scratched or bruised.

“I am fine.” Wednesday reassured, a glint of love in her eyes as she stared at you, “That was the most attractive thing I have ever seen.”

“Wednesday, I just punched a man in the face.”

“And it was divine.” She replied, biting her lip in a teasing way, “The way you spoke to him; impressive.”

You sighed with a smile, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her softly. She responded with leaning into you, titling her head to the side to welcome you in as much as she could.

“I’m glad to have you.” You whispered against her lips, “Truly.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” She whispered back, tugging you forwards with her as she walked backwards.

“The pie is still on the stove.” You reminded her as she began to run her hands down your chest, “Didn’t you want a slice?”

She pulled back from your embrace, nodding in the direction of your shared bedroom. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, a small smirk coming to her face.

“I can think of something sweeter to eat.”

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[vaniloqu3nce]

I’m sorry but THIS is one of my favorite scenes to hyperfixate on. Why doesn’t anyone talk about this? Wednesday follows Enid without a single word. Did Enid say “come with me” no, her girlfriend is simply on a leash. She follows after Enid immediately as she starts to leave without prompting because they’re GIRLFRIENDS case closed, its all the proof I needed

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N: my life without you is a walking death

Wednesday turns around a smile on her lips…

Wednesday: continue

Y/N: you’re the creeping shadow that follows me. The chill that runs down my spine. The specter that lays waste to my very soul

Wednesday shutters…

Y/N: cara mia

Wednesday: mon cher

The two embrace and kiss…

[yokonette]

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[maxintime]

pov: ur just a teenage girl

i have so many assignments due but oh well tyler time

don't repost my art!! reblog is fine

[kulai]

DAY 10, 11, 14 - 16, 17, 18 - 20, and 21 all-in-one post!

sorry im just getting really lazy posting it separately lol, check out the image description if you wanna know the specific prompt! xoxo

check out my twitter where i'm more active!

[wabe3]

Wenclair art that if I don’t stop working on now I will be stuck in a perpetual loop of messing with it into infinity

[ivetried27nameswhataboutthis1]

Wednesday: This documentary is irritating. If you’re going to dissolve the flesh off of the skeleton to get rid of evidence, you have to pull the teeth out and destroy them too. Everyone knows this.

Yoko: Every time you talk it’s giving-

Bianca: Psychopath.

Ajax: Serial killer.

Xavier: Mafia boss.

Enid: Daddy.

Everyone: *staring at Enid*

Enid: I meant to say ‘delusional’…

Wednesday: If you’re going to say things like that in public, the least you could do is commit to it, you coward.

[lorelaiblair]

Enid: *makes a heart shape with her hands at the addamses*

Gomez: i’ve started doing that to my friends

Wednesday: what?

Gomez: to my comrades and business partners

Pugsley: I watched him call cousin Itt his “bff”

Morticia: and our accountant

Pugsley: he called my principal his “bestie”

Wednesday: what have you done?

Enid: *can’t stop laughing*

Enid: this is the best thing ever!

[gmarseln]

Enid: Seriously, stop killing people! You’ve proven your loyalty to me many kills ago already

Wednesday, continuing to blow everybody up in GTA: I’m not even close to being done.

[nightshades-hq]

let me phrase it this way; saying it was tylers fault and being mad and blaming him and saying he liked it is like blaming bucky for everything the winter soldier did and saying he wanted/liked to do all the shit hydra made him do.

ignoring tyler being manipulated and essentially mind controlled and still having the chance to be himself and be better is like saying bucky didn’t deserve what the wakandans did for him

“but he said in the police station” SHUT UP he was still operating under laurel/thornhill. they needed a cool villain confession/reveal scene. buck definitely spoke at one point or another while acting as the winter soldier

they are so mmmmmmmffff shahahehaidkksnf fiziwjwjdowoqk my favorite type of character actually