#enid made them all snoods

[kulai]

Day 28 - 30: Addams Family and Enid with Snoods on Hallows Eve

Thing took the picture! He has his own snood bundled up on his wrist lol

[barb-l]

As a desperate lesbian who has been wanting a sapphic Wednesday portrayed for AAAAGES now, I still can't believe these things that the show gave me:

THE Wednesday Addams being shown jealous of a character that barely has any lines MULTIPLE times just because Enid mayyybe wants to choose said minor character as a roomie/bestie over her

BFFs Thing and Enid ganging up on Wednesday over her fashion sense and her pouting about it

Wednesday, who takes pride in her independence and relishes in isolation, admitting to have missed anyone is unthinkable. But she did! In her own way. Even if she was roundabout with her admittance, the fact that she got called out by both Thing and the goddamn villain shows how down bad she was during that fallout with Enid

"Thing said he missed you" and the way she visibly struggles against her nature to say "Skip the tape" with the tape symbolizing her breaking down her walls for Enid

something about Thornhill, who is played by an actress who also used to play Wednesday, telling this new Wednesday that she has to admit someday how much Enid has come to mean to her is just... ugh. Will never get over how much it adds so many layers to Wednesday's self-denial.

she held off all the insults in her bottomless vocabulary so she wouldn't completely offend Enid over the snood she made for her. She sugarcoated her words for Enid, which Wednesday NEVER does. In fact, it's the opposite of what she always does!

Enid VS Tyler bearing so much resemblance to that classic trope where the Love Interest saves the girl from the other Love Interest, even being a parallel to the fight between Gomez and Garret over Morticia

Enid lamented how she would never find a mate because she's not a real werewolf and would hence die alone, to which Wednesday remarks that it's a good thing in episode one. To emphasize Wednesday's apparent indifference to isolation, she is told that her nature as a raven means that she is fated to be alone like Enid feared for herself. In the finale, after Wednesday accepts that she doesn't want to be alone in the wake of her fallout with Enid, Enid finally wolfs out to save Wednesday. Enid made Wednesday realize that she doesn't actually like being alone, at least not when it meant she wouldn't have Enid by her side. In turn, Wednesday's life being threatened gave Enid the push to finally wolf out and, supposedly, now be given an opportunity to be eligible for a mate. I mean... I don't have high hopes, but the narrative is making it too easy to make it look like they were meant for each other

The heavy implication that Wednesday joined the Poe Cup because Bianca specifically said she wanted to make Enid cry over losing. The fact that she always deflected whenever Enid tried to confirm that Wednesday is doing it for her, but she never outright denied it!

"The mark you have left on me is indelible" and "I'll think of you" about Enid aksnnzzinsosnsj she gets sooooo sappy for herrrr

THE HUG. For people she's very very soft for, like her family, she only ever let THEM touch her. She's never show to start or reciprocate. SHE pulls Enid back into her. She holds Enid just as tightly, despite the injuries and despite Enid's pink coat. Enid toughens up for her but Wednesday is so vulnerable for her my god im so ill for them 💀

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can I have wednesday x reader when it's wednesday's birthday?

—

Figuring out what Wednesday wouldn’t hate for her birthday required a lot of thinking. Anything involving technology was an absolute no and all the books you had thought of, she either already had or were impossible to find copies of.

You almost got her a necklace with a black dahlia pendant in a small shop in Jericho, but Bianca mentioned the unspoken best friend vs girlfriend birthday present competition. Unfortunately for you, Enid was a fantastic gift-giver, which added some pressure on your shoulders. Although Wednesday would’ve liked the necklace, you put it back. You could do better, you needed to do better.

Three days before the birthday surprise, you woke up in the middle of the night with a flash idea. You got your laptop and found exactly what you wanted. You had to order it with express shipping, but the extra dollars would be worth the look on Wednesday’s face when she’ll open it.

There was no way Enid could do better than you. Nothing would rival your gift.

On October 12th, everybody gathered at Crackstone’s crypt for midnight. Tyler had been in charge of the cake — 98% dark chocolate ganache with a grim reaper on top —, Thing the making the magazine cut-out message to slide under Wednesday’s door, and Enid the guests.

You and Enid had difficulty containing your excitement as you waited for the birthday girl to arrive. Wednesday had no idea this surprise was happening. She didn’t even know you knew her birthday date. If it hadn’t been from Thing, her birthday would’ve been skipped over.

When you heard footsteps crunching leaves outside of the crypt, you all hid and waited for Wednesday’s grand entrance to scream ‘surprise!’. You all came out from being the statue of Joseph Crackstone, singing ‘happy birthday’ while Enid held the cake. Everyone was off-key and sounded terrible, but it’s the thought that counts.

Wednesday stood there, visibly uncomfortable. Her eyes shifted in the small room, looking for the culprit who slipped her birthday date to everyone. ‘’I should have known you were behind this,’’ she said to Thing, who was sitting on a column. ‘’What part of no party under the penalty of death do you not understand?’’

‘’Don’t be hard on him. Thing only told us your birthday date, the rest is all me and Enid...and Tyler.’’

‘’I made and delivered the cake,’’ he explained, nodding at it.

‘’Make a wish, Wednesday,’’ Enid urged, grinning behind the cake.

She didn’t make a wish, but she did blow her sparklers. She likely did just so the party would be over with, but unfortunately for Wednesday there was more than cake and a bad song.

Enid pushed the cake to Tyler and grabbed a neatly wrapped package from the side of the crypt. ‘’It's presents time! I’ll go first.’’ She handed it to her roommate and watched excitedly as Wednesday unwrapped it. ‘’Do you like it?’’

Wednesday held the black whooled object and examined it with the most confusion. ‘’What is is exactly?’’

‘’It’s a snood, silly,’’ Enid explained as Wednesday unfolded the snood with a new perspective. ’’I made it in your signature colors. And you want to know what the best part is…’’ She reached into a brown paper bag and pulled out a pink blob. ‘’I have one too!’’ Enid wrapped the pink snood around her neck, showing Wednesday how it’s worn. ‘’We can wear them together to class tomorrow.’’

Enid’s snood was thoughtful and sweet — even more so with Enid’s matching one —, but you knew the look on your girlfriend’s face. She hated it.

‘’Oh, Enid. This is far too unique to wear to something like class. I suggest we wait for a more special occasion,’’ Wednesday said, holding back from telling her true thoughts to not hurt Enid’s feelings. ‘’Like a funeral.’’

Enid scrunched her nose, funerals having a totally different meaning to her. ‘’Oh.’’

A few snickers were heard from behind you, so you stepped in and covered them by giving Wednesday your present. ‘’While we’re still accepting presents.’’ You handed her the wrapped box with a large black bow on top, making everyone wonder what was inside. ‘’You’re very difficult to shop for, my little viper,’’ you said to her.

Wednesday ignored the comment and unwrapped the box under everyone’s curious eye. The others wouldn't get it, but you knew Wednesday would understand the emotional meaning the second she would see the box's content.

She unfolded the black tissue paper and an unusual plush animal was revealed to her eyes. Wednesday took it out of the box and confusion spread on all of your friends’ faces.

‘’A scorpion?’’ Bianca said questioningly, her tone full of judgment. She knew Wednesday liked strange things, but a scorpion plushie was a weird ass present.

To Wendesday’s eyes, the plushie was so much more than a medium-sized scorpion. It represented a part of her past. She never got emotional, but the scorpion in her hands filled her little black heart with emotions she was not used to feeling.

‘’Nero,’’ Wednesday mumbled, her deep brown eyes fixated on the plushie. She was baffled, absolutely speechless.

‘’I know he can’t be replaced, but it can be a physical reminder of him.’’

Her eyes filled with water and Wednesday had to fight her strange desire to hug you, not comfortable doing so in front of so many people watching her like a caged animal in a zoo.

She cleared her throat and told Tyler to cut the cake.

After the whole cake was gone and the clock ticked 1am, you decided to call it a night. Principal Weems liked to take a stroll during the night and you doubted Wednesday's birthday would be a valid excuse in her eyes to be out past bedtimes.

The sky was starry above your heads as you walked back to the academy. It was pretty through the tall trees.

Beside you, Wednesday was holding a bag with Enid's gift in one hand and her other hand was holding the scorpion against her chest. ‘’This is the best present I’ve ever gotten. Thank you.’’ She smiled ever so softly.

‘’Oh? I got the impression you had a preference for Enid’s.’’

Horror formed on your girlfriend's face, getting horrible flashes of the content of her bag. ‘’That thing is horrendous. Never mention it again. If you see it on a bench somewhere, never bring it back to me.’’

You held a giggle and nodded. Noted.

‘’Where did you find it?’’ Her finger gently caressed the top of the scorpion’s head.

‘’This terrifying place you call the internet,’’ you said, mocking her refusal to use any form of technology. ‘’I thought of you the second I saw it. I know you don’t want to talk about Nero and I respect that, but he is worth being remembered.’’

Wednesday didn’t know how to respond, so she did what she didn’t allow herself to earlier and pulled you in a tight hug. It was a form of physical contact she used on rare occasions and with very few people.

Her arm that wasn't holding the plushie wrapped around you, pulling you closer. You responded to her gesture, not letting go until she did. 

—

Wednesday taglist: @sofiaadler @partyfly @hoodforcalum @thelilacmourning @ellessecretobsession @su-alteza-emia @achoo---uu @not-leaprvt @xaviersgf @peterparkerdilf @roadworkaheadisurehopeitdoes @dragon-chica @coldtacozinepanda @wrldofsage @eddiemunsonsluvrrr @capriaura @officialsaturn @babyfiva @maevaomizzolo @kelloggs-world @whosljt @ajpanda181 @belovedrey @emerycrt @elizabitchsshit @heaven-hiding @lilithlikestoread @est-liber @moonisu @dessxoxsworld @parker-nite @bellblake121890 @vesperazhier @kaldurahms-lover @beeebo234 @nephilimsss @mayuphoenix @sweetheartlizzie07 @watermelon-18 @snixx2088 @555stargirl555 @robinscardigan @chumchum19 @lilttblog @aphex2winn @heizenka @mystargirl-interlude @hwrtsiren @babygirljay20 @wildflowerlyss @strangersomeone @openfandoms @charlottelaffin @iheartmaddyperez @starless-starkov @ali-r3n  @poppet05  @ell0ra-br3kk3r  @rhaenyraswife  @teaganthemorningstar   @aphex2winn @moompie   @ifevilwhyhot @oliviah-25 @spenglerslime @wetwilliam02 @yellowcupcakes @haileyismoo @theyslayallday @wrldofsage @manofworm @rhydianissuperior @supersanelyromantic @nicangel13 @toylewestinnyc @meme-queen-1999 @rottenstyx @mxxny-lupin @idli-dosa @silenzju @ar40s @sweeterheartxamerica @renaissancewhxre @jordierama @lilppsblog @harrystylesfp  @katsuki420 @ravenssh1t @izzy-laufeyson @iluvwomenblog @kenzi-woycehoski @arunaposeidondottie @liidiaaag   @lilaconner @katsukis1wife @momoewn   @amithesimpoffandoms @chaotic-fangirl-blog @hawkegfs   @lyxrix @mommyruuetrue   @acornacreacure @lucassinclairsgf @youdontneedtoknowthisinformation

[pipi-un-kaki-in-pipi-land]

don't

summary: you accidentally crash into Enid in a rush to your dorm, but it unveils into something more intriguing

Oh shit. Your legs were carrying you as fast as they could in an attempt to give a gift your roommate before they left for the holidays. If it weren't for your worrying obsession with books, you wouldn't have dozed off at the library at a secluded spot where the librarian couldn't even find you; you wouldn't have been in this frantic position at all.

Your goal shined so vibrantly in your mind until the presence of your crush and her best friend went unnoticed. In the blink of an eye, you crashed into Enid, causing her pile of books to fall all over her foot as Wednesday whipped around to see who did it.

Had you known this would've happened, you would never have done it in the first place. Enid wasn't really a human, and those werewolf instincts had you ending up with three claw grazes across your arm. Seething pain added on to those feelings of guilt and regret as you came tumbling on the stone-cold floor a few inches away from the ravenette.

After the most agonizing minute of your life, you heaved your back off the floor as you clutched the stained fabric of your school uniform. Sweat drooped down your eyelids as you saw Enid standing up with the assistance of Wednesday; the pile of books neatly stacked on the floor beside her.

The ravenette made her way to you, kneeling down as her expression softened the very moment she looked into your eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed when she averted her gaze to your bleeding arm, taking off her beloved snood as she gently wrapped it around the clothed wound.

"Come to our dorm, y/n, I'lI get you cleaned up," Wednesday extended her hand as you weakly grabbed it with your non-disabled arm. You could hear sniffles from Enid as she picked up the stack of books and headed in your direction.

-

The journey to their dorm was a short one, filled with apologies from both you and Enid as you explained to them that it was a total accident, and how you ended up dozing off in a small hidden cubby of the library while being so immersed in a novel.

And here you were, seated comfortably on Wednesday's bed as she gently cleaned up your wound, your stained blazer and vest lying on somewhere on the wooden floor.

You tried to put your rose-tinted cheeks out of view as Wednesday bandaged your cuts, but Enid noticed it and grinned with her eyebrows quirked up. "I'm gonna go grab something from Yoko, see you both in class!" Enid giggled as she headed out the door, shooting you a mischievous look without the ravenette noticing.

The thrilling tension between you and Wednesday, only increased dramatically as the door shut behind the both of you. This was the closest you've been with her, and you were honestly feeling the urge to spill out your fragile feelings to her at this moment of time.

"Sorry for taking up your time, Addams," you sheepishly muttered as you watched her put the first aid tools back in the case. "It's not a big deal," She replied, placing the case back in the cabinet where it belonged.

"But do that one more time, and I will rip off your arm," She paced back at you; your head nearly levelled with hers even though you were sitting down.

"You look rather appealing with your rolled up sleeves," you slightly smirked, standing up to loom over her.

"You're getting too comfortable."

It was hard to hide the tinted blush that plastered across her freckles as you bit your tongue to hide the grin that arched across your face. The rain gently pattered outside the balcony as you took a step closer to Wednesday.

"You're pathetic to even like me, y/n. And don't think I return the feelings," She looked up at you, her eyelashes fluttering as the blush on her face became even more noticeable.

"Your softened expression just now tells me otherwise. If I was someone else, you would've butchered me in an instant," you chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear.

The ravenette broke eye contact with you as she gazed over to the balcony, but you were still focused on her flawless beauty.

"I would be wrong if I said that wasn't true," Wednesday muttered under her breath, her gaze switching back to yours as her pupils only reflected the colourless beauty of the raindrops that slid down the window.

Abandoning all your thoughts surrounding you, the ravenette pulled you in by your necktie by surprise as your lips met with hers.

Dozing off in the library was probably the best thing that happened to you, after all.

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 4

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous 🌔

Enid was particularly boisterous today. I assume the increasing fullness of the moon is to blame. This must have caused her to desire an increased need for physical contact. I am unsure as to why though. Much of the day was spent begrudgingly placating her whims. I only acquiesced because it was less bothersome than her pouting.

Despite the physical contact of holding her hand, at her request, she continually brushed up against me. When I commented on this peculiar behavior the werewolf's face became flushed with color. Her response, in hushed tones, was that she was 'scenting' me. When I asked for clarification as to why and for what purpose she gave some vague incoherent rambling answer about werewolves being territorial, which may confirm one of my earlier hypotheses. I did not comment further on the behavior but it did decrease somewhat. I decided that it would be more productive if I educated myself on such matters independently. However, it was most difficult to find a moment of solace with Enid clinging to me like a particularly stubborn flea.

Increased aggression and resource guarding must also be another side effect of the waxing gibbous moon. Enid kept repeatedly growling at people who tried to approach our table at lunch. However, if this was indeed resource guarding, I find it odd that she let the vampire and siren join us. Perhaps she didn't feel threatened at losing her food because the vampire's diet differs from her own. That could explain her passive acceptance of the mosquito Tanaka. But why Portokalos too? Siren and werewolf diets overlap. So why was she accepted but not the others that passed by our vicinity? It remains unclear.

Several other werewolves, or 'furs' as Enid calls them, were also on edge today. Enid nearly got into a physical altercation with another werewolf that was trying to engage me in conversation. She looked simply stunning as she partially wolfed out and threatened the other werewolf with maiming if he continued conversing with me. There was much snarling and displays of intimidation. Eventually the other werewolf backed down. After that encounter Enid insisted I wear my snood for the rest of the day. I protested at first, explaining that I had no intention of returning to our dorm simply to acquire another piece of clothing. Besides, I have already made my stance known that I shall only wear the garment on special occasions. An unremarkable Thursday hardly qualified its use.

Enid was quick to explain that it would keep other 'furs' from bothering me. I considered her statement before ruefully agreeing that a decrease in social interaction would be rather enjoyable. Before I could rise from the table to retrieve the garment, Enid produced it from the contents of her backpack. My incredulity must have been apparent as Enid voiced an answer before I could ask. She said she brought it 'just in case.' She must have predicted the erratic behavior of her fellow kin. I was touched by such foresight by her on my behalf.

I decided to wear it, as it would have been foolish of me to pass up such an opportunity to be left alone in peace. I was both surprised and not that my snood now smelled strongly of Enid. It was in her bag after all. Admittedly the experience wasn't too unpleasant. Either the snood itself or Enid's strong scent did prevent any further interaction with other werewolves. I was most impressed by its efficacy. Enid seemed rather pleased with this outcome as well. I was given a wide berth by any subsequent werewolves as I walked the academy halls.

Unfortunately I forgot to remove my snood when I arrived at my mandated appointment with my therapist. Her eyes were drawn to it repeatedly before I voiced the reason for its appearance. Strangely enough she raised no comment before proceeding to ask about my journaling. I decided to share the briefest of snippets about my impromptu outing with Enid during the waxing crescent moon. She seemed oddly fixated on the maladies that afflicted me that day. She asked me to guess as to their origin.

I cited my lack of sustenance prior to the outing and the low Autumn temperatures. She asked me to explore the symptoms that couldn't be accounted for by obvious external variables. I posited that I could have contracted a mild virus, not uncommon this time of year. She seemed dissatisfied with my answer. I failed to see its relevance to our already irrelevant sessions. She asked about my relationship with Enid. I stated that we were roommates. She asked if that was all. I added that we are also friends. She repeated the question and I repeated my answer.

The rest of the session was as trivial as to be expected. However, at the end she gave me an additional assignment to my journaling; to document my physiological and emotional responses to interactions with my peers. An unusual request. I'm most certain she'll be dulled to a tortuous degree when I recount my lack of response to every student, teacher, and extraneous other I come in contact with between sessions.

[paintato]

The snood.

I don’t know a lot of peoples views on the snood. Maybe everyone just sees it as what it was presented as. A birthday present. But does anyone actually know what a snood is?

Yes it is a article of clothing.

But, wild turkeys have a snood as well.

A wild turkeys snood functions in sexual selection. Female turkeys choose whom they will mate with based on a variety of factors.

Enids snood is big, and brightly colored. Wednesdays was the same a tad smaller, but dark in color.

When a turkey is ready to find a mate, their snood(typically only seen in males but whatever) will be brilliantly colored. It remains that way throughout the whole courting process.

Enids snood. Big and fluffy. Bright as fuck. It was pink. Showing that she would like a mate. Werewolf stuff to, at least in most books and such that you read about werewolves finding a mate is a very important part of their lives. At this point in time Enid and Wednesday had already been through a lot together.

Now Wednesdays wasn’t bright as hell, which Enid knows she wouldn’t enjoy so she made it black which suits Wednesday and her whole aesthetic.

An aggressive, angry bird will have a smaller bold colored snood. What color is bolder then black? Which suits the tiny ball of anger and death that is Wednesday.

I don’t know whether Enid knew this, or if the writers just went with it because the word was funny and would be something that Enid would enjoy.

But then we look at Wednesdays reaction to it. 

Wednesday is a very well read person, her interests span a wide range of subjects. Who is to say she doesn’t have some knowledge of turkeys? Her family hunts, no doubt.

Enid presents her with a snood that suits her color tastes and personality, while Enids matching snood is bright bold and very hard to miss.

She asks first, “What is it exactly?” The look of oh god what is this pastel wolf giving me now, what is this even suppose to be? She see a weird ass scarf at first maybe.

But then Enid says it’s a snood and her expression changes, from oh god to... did she really.. just give me a snood? Does she even know what that is?

Then Enid reveals she has one as well, and the expression shifts again. Mouth even opens a bit like she can’t quite believe this is going on? 

Wedneday calls it unique that it can’t be worn to something like class. This is Wedneday, everything else that Enid has worn, or that she dislikes she says is straight out. She doesn’t beat around the bush, she softens the blow for Enid yes but not like this. 

She then proceeds to say they should wait for a more special occasion, like a funeral. 

Enids is obviously like, “What the fuck? Really?”

But if you stop and think about it for a second, what is a funeral to an Addams, but a celebration? It’s a special thing for them. Like Christmas and Halloween. 

Not to mention, she says this to Enid, begging the question, she plans to take Enid to a funeral at some point? While they are both wearing the snoods?

yes she takes it with her to the weathervane and ‘forgets’ it. 

It makes its way back to her, yes. And Enid even gets her to wear it when they are going ‘hang out’ as Wedneday led her to believe.

To which we circle back to Wednesday. Who has lived her whole life up to this point not doing the things she most defiantly does not want to do regardless of what people say. 

If she really didn’t want to wear the snood. She wouldn’t of worn it. But she did for Enid.

But then again, it may just be a simple birthday present and I read way to deep into it. 

@vaniloqu3nce Mentioned they liked the snoods when it came to Wednesday when I asked them about prompts they recommended, which brought about this information in my head.

And so now I share it with you all. Do with this what you will.

[kingluffy5]

Playing Detectives Pt 6 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

After managing to clear Wednesday’s father of a decades old murder charge Wednesday and Y/N have officially began their romantic relationship, now that parents weekend has ended the partners are able to focus on their own murder case, but the school may be a target in a new part of the investigation as a threat in burned into the lawn

Wednesday asked to be alone tonight as she is trying to contact her ancient ancestor Goody Addams, which is why I protested heavily when Enid invited me to her birthday party, Wednesday even told Thing to not have a party under the penalty of death. But Enid insisted that I be there. She’s one of the only one’s who knows, we didn’t tell her, she walked in when we were kissing in the beekeeping shed, it was because of the heat of the moment, we were looking at some of the pictures on the board, theorizing about the case, listing potential suspects. While we are still pretty sold on Xavier we’re trying to keep an open mind. But back to the party, since I know that Wends would absolutely hate it, I decided to get her something she would legitimately enjoy having. Xavier is handling the cake, I think he might be finally over his crush on Wednesday which is good, it’s healthy for him. Enid said she made Wednesday a snood, whatever the hell that is. We’re having it in Crackstone’s Crypt, which is where they were racing to during the Poe Cup.

We’re all waiting here for her and Enid right now, me, Xavier, Yoko, Divina, Gwen, Amelia, Jack, and Jason. We hear them approach the front door right now, this is going to end horribly. Some of them run around like ghosts or something, I have no idea what they’re trying, I’m just doing my best to stay out of her line of sight. When she gets to the statue everyone comes out shouting surprise, Xavier holding the cake, and singing happy birthday, when she looks at me a shake my head signaling that I had no part in this whatsoever. She then turns to Thing, who is dressed ever so fashionably in a tiny party hat made by Enid.

“I should have known you were behind this. What part of ‘no party under the penalty of death’ do you not understand?”

“I thought my cake design was pretty inspired.” Xavier said.

“The pink balloon was my little touch, why don’t you make a wish?” Enid chimes in, I just sigh as Wednesday just gives her a glare.

She then looks over and sees a phrase in Latin etched into the stone, we go over to translate it.

“Fire will rain… when I rise.” She translates, we then look at each other recognizing it as what was burned into Nevermore’s lawn, so the threat has something to do with Joseph Crackstone.

“Okay, that’s not really a wish.”

“The first part of the phrase was burned into Nevermore’s lawn, well it can’t be a coincidence.” Wednesday says.

“Wait, we’re never eating that cake, are we?” Ajax asks.

While we’re kneeling I take the chance to apologize. “I’m sorry about the party, I tried to stop them, and I failed.”

“You will pay for your failure later, we have work to do.”

As she brushes her fingers over the phrase she has another vision, I catch her before she can fall, everyone is shocked at the fact she suddenly passes out. “Don’t worry, this is normal.” I assure them but they only look more nervous at that statement.

— — —

Me, Wednesday, and Enid are in their room as Wednesday is drawing some gate she saw in her vision, I’m gonna be honest here, I’m the artist in this relationship from what I’m looking at.

“Don’t blame Thing, the party was my idea, I believe everyone deserves to be celebrated on their birthday.” Enid confesses.

“I prefer to be vilified.”

“What happened, it looked like you were having a seizure?”

“I wasn’t that lucky.”

“Can I at least get some kudos for pulling one over on you?” Enid asks.

Wednesday just looks at me giving me a slightly tired look. “She has a point.” I whisper. She does take a second to consider Enid’s trick.

“The subterfuge was impressive.”

Thing then pulls a massive box from under Wends bed with a letter from her parents wishing her a miserable birthday, she opens the box to reveal a taxidermy kit with a frozen squirrel.

“I would have preferred live squirrels” Wednesday commented.

“While we’re still accepting presents.” Enid says as she presents Wends with a wrapped present. Wednesday tears it open to reveal a shawl of some sorts in the color black. “Well, do you like it?”

“What exactly is it?” Wednesday asks.

“It’s a snood, silly, I made it in your signature colors.” She responds. Ohh, that’s what a snood is, I have to give Enid props, Wends does look beautiful in black. “And you want to know what the best part is? Me and Y/N have ones too.” She says holding up one in pink and one in white as me and Wends stare at her with our eyes wide. “We can all wear them together in class.”

“Oh, Enid, this is far too unique to wear to something like class. I suggest we wait for a more special occasion, like a funeral.” I nod along, I gotta respect her for sparing Enid’s feelings.

“I guess I should probably give you my gift now.” I say walking over to Enid’s massive pile of stuffed animals, I reach into it and pull out a black sword I forged with a hilt modeled looking like two snakes tangled together.

Enid and Wednesday looked at me shocked. “What?” I ask.

“You hid that sword in my stuffed animals?” Enid asks.

“Yes.” I respond.

“With the blade completely uncovered?”

“Unsheathed, but yes I wanted Wednesday to pick out her own one.”

“And you don’t any problem with the way you did this at all?”

“No not really, what’s wrong?” I ask.

“What if it stabbed me?” Enid yelled.

“Oh it would not have stabbed you, no one would be so clumsy that they would fall onto a sword and get stabbed.” I say looking over to Wednesday who shakes her head, signaling that yes, Enid is that clumsy. “Well how do you like it Wends?” I ask her.

She walks over and takes the sword looking completely enamored with the blade. “I … love it.” She says looking back to me, she struggled a bit to find the words but manages to get them in the end.

— — —

Me and Wends are now looking at the scorch marks on the lawn, inspecting the burns. I sniff at the burns and smell standard gasoline so this didn’t appear supernaturally, not as fun, Xavier walks up to Wends and starts talking to her about her visions and the party and whether or not he’s the monster. He says when she’s ready for his help he’ll be ready, pretty presumptuous if you ask me, I know nobody but Enid knows but seriously you’re gonna try to get with my girlfriend.

She told me a little bit ago that she and Bianca talked during the dance, I think that they bonded a little, at the very least I think that their rivalry is over and they’re cool now.

We decided to head over to visit Eugene since this wasn’t going anywhere.

— — —

Wednesday’s talking to him about her past birthdays with her family, they sound awesome. We hear someone walk in and we see Dr. Kinbott.

“Wednesday, I haven’t seen you since our session with your family which was one I won’t forget, and Y/N not you since our breakthrough before the Rave’N.”

The two of them talk about the events over the past few weeks, Wednesday saving her father and her and her mother’s grave digging excursion, turns out Dr. Kinbott had a session with Eugene’s parents. We’re about to leave before Kinbott asks a question that shocks us.

“Who’s Goody?” How in the hell does she know about Wends distant ancestor.

“She’s a very distant cousin, very distant.”

“Seems like she doesn’t see you for who you are.”

“She sees more than you know, I want to assure you I remain as cold and harmless as the first day we met.”

“I doubt a cold, heartless person would be sitting by her friend’s bedside feeling some guilt for his condition.”

“I didn’t ask for a free session.”

“Consider it my birthday gift.” Kinbott laughs.

We then walk out slightly spooked by Kinbott’s question.

— — —

We are now sitting across from each other in the Weathervane, Wednesday reading a book about pilgrims, me writing some theories about the possibility of Kinbott being involved in all of this. All of sudden Tyler sets down a cup of coffee with happy birthday written down on it and sits down next to me.

“I know you’re usually a quad kind of girl, but I’ve been working on that all week.”

“Birthday, yes. Happy, never. Is there anyone Thing didn’t tell?”

“Well who do you think delivered the cake? Yeah, I went with the 98% dark chocolate ganache knowing your… preferred color palette. Oh is that, uh… that Enid’s gift?” He asks referencing the snood Wends had next to her.

“It’s perfect if you’re fleeing a war-torn country on foot.”

“Come on don’t you like a day that’s all about you?”

“Every day is all about me. This one just comes with cake and a bad song.”

“So, if I asked you out to a non-birthday, song-free dinner… would that be something you’re interested in?” I’m sorry, but what the hell is with guys and asking out my secret girlfriend, I know it’s secret but come on, well I trust Wends so I’ll stick to writing stuff down.

“I have a tight deadline, emphasis on dead.”

“Term paper?”

“It’s about how whitewashing the sins of our past will come back to kill us all.” Subtle babe. She then slides him her drawing of the gates she saw in her vision and asks if he knows what it is. He doesn’t, real helpful.

“Did I do something? I just feel like ever since the Rave’N you’ve kind of been ghosting me.” Well with a combination of having no phone, a murder case to investigate, a prophecy that will have the two of us decide the fate of the school, and the fact that she has a boyfriend, she doesn’t have a lot of time for whiny teenage boys with daddy issues.

“Am I wrong?” He asks. God this is like a scene in a bad romcom, dude she’s no into you.

Wednesday remains silent. “Guess I got my answer.” No shit Sherlock, damn, I really hate Tyler, I kind of feel bad, he didn’t do anything wrong he just likes a girl who’s not into him, and it’s not like he knows about me and Wends.

He leaves our table and when his dad walks in he goes to get him his usual coffee.

“The threat burned onto Nevermore’s lawn, it’s also etched on the wall inside Crackstone’s crypt.” Wednesday tells the Sheriff.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been out there digging up more bodies.” Come on man, everybody’s got hobbies.

“There’s a connection there. I know it.”

A look of skepticism spreads across his face. “Alright, I’ll put out an APB on the dead pilgrim.”

“I figured since you no longer had an old vendetta to obsess over then you’re free to solve a real crime.” God I love this woman.

“Your father and I buried the hatchet. Maybe you should do the same.”

“I don’t bury hatchets, I sharpen them.”

— — —

Wednesday went to Xavier’s art shed to ask him about the gates she saw in her vision, apparently he had a massive painting of Wednesday playing her cello. Thing said he hit on her a little, said stuff about he couldn’t forget her even when he tried. Thing is honestly awesome.

When we were talking about theories me and Wednesday started kissing, we got to work on not getting pent up during those moments, and Bianca walked in when she was returning the snood Enid made for her. Why is it that whenever someone find’s out about our relationship it’s because of their lack of privacy.

She just gave us a genuine smile, returned the snood, congratulated us, and left.

We are now at the Gates’ old abandoned mansion, the kid Mr. Addams was accused of killing, the family who all died horrible deaths. Not that they didn’t deserve it.

We go inside the estate to investigate but we hear someone walking around inside and rush to hide. Mayor Walker walks out and calls the Sheriff saying that he thinks that he figured out who’s behind it all of this and that they need to meet at the Weathervane. Me and Wednesday hide in his trunk as he finishes his call and drives off to the Weathervane.

We wait for him to get inside but he is suddenly hit by a blue car. We jump out and I call 911.

After the ambulance picks him up we sit inside with the Sheriff who looks like he’s having a bit of a panic attack.

“He’s alive, barely, I’ll take you two back after I get your statements.”

“We already gave it to your deputy. Blue Cadillac with no license plates.”

“It sucks, I always wanted a Cadillac and now I’ll just associate it with murder.” I complain, now I guess I’d just have to settle with getting a Mustang.

“Yeah, I know, I want a better one.” He then puts down a tape recorder. “What were you doing in the back mayor’s SUV?”

“We saw him coming out of the Gates mansion.” I answer.

“The Gates mansion, the hell were you doing there.”

“We were house hunting.” She quips. “I overheard the voicemail he left you, I was intrigued.:

“Back when the mayor was sheriff he used to have a lot of wild theories on cases that he couldn’t solve. So we��d dissect them over pie sitting in that booth back there. Most of the time they went nowhere.”

“Call me old fashioned but when someone is run over on their way to give the police key information, it usually means they were onto something, and all signs point to the Gates family and that house.”

“The Gates family, how every last one of them is dead and I don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Maybe you should.” I finish before Wednesday stops the recording and we leave.

— — —

We are now getting chewed out by Weems, apparently getting involved in the murder of Rowan, the attempted murder of Eugene and the Mayor, the Monster running around trying to kill them, the possibility of a centuries old conspiracy, and a prophecy that will determine the fate of our school is what she considers getting involved in every bad thing to happen.

“As of now the school is on full lock down and your off campus privileges are revoked until further notice.”

After getting chewed out like that we go back to our rooms. Wednesday is writing her novel and I am sharpening some my swords which I’ve been sneaking into my room recently.

— — —

Wednesday said that we’re going to the Gates mansion at 8, while I would bring up the rules and our punishments I feel like we’re way beyond that point by now.

I notice a car just outside the Nevermore campus boundaries so I bring my sword with me, this one has ice runes engraved onto it, I figure that if I get the chance freezing the monster may be our best course of action.

I hop in the backseat to only see Enid wearing her snood next to me, Wednesday in shotgun wearing her own snood, and Tyler in the drivers seat dressed to impress.

“Wait he’s our Uber driver?” Enid asks.

“Uber driver, I thought we were going on a date.” Tyler says, what made you think that, Enid also gets weirded out by this due to her knowledge of me and Wends secret relationship.

“I thought this was a girls’ night out.” Enid chimes in, yeah screw the date, that’s the weirdest thing anyone though Wednesday would be doing with them tonight.

“I thought we were hunting the monster and investigating an abandoned mansion.”

“There’s been a change of plans.” Wednesday answers leaving us all confused.

“Hey what’s with the weird matching hoodie scarf things?” Tyler asked.

“Don’t ask, just drive.”

We drive off to the old Gates mansion so at least I wasn’t lied to. But Wednesday really shouldn’t have dragged Enid and Tyler into it, the two of us should have been more than enough for this and she didn’t have to manipulate both of them.

“You seriously want to go in there? This place is creepy AF.” Enid asks

“I know.” Wends responds.

“Okay this isn’t what I signed up for.” Tyler says.

“Ditto.” Enid adds.

“I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday by going to dinner or a surprise party. I want to do this.”

“Then you shoulda just said so, you didn’t have to trick us.” Tyler points out.

“If you want to go you can. I’m going to go check out the garage.” Me and Wends walk off into the house.

We try forcing the door open before Tyler tries and then Enid finally manages to bust it off it’s hinges with relative ease.

“Werewolf thing.”

We then enter and find a car under a tarp, blue Cadillac.

“Okay this just took a dark turn.” Enid says creeped out. “We need to call Tyler’s dad right freakin now.”

“Why? So he can take me and Y/N back to Nevermore and get us expelled? It’s not gonna happen.”

We walk further into the house.

“This is the night I’m going to die.” Tyler says.

We stare up at the portrait of the gates family for a good few seconds so Wednesday can narrate her life in her head.

We walk into the library when Tyler asks if we’ve seen enough.

Wednesday looks between two columns before pulling a secret lever on one and opening a secret compartment, inside being a portrait of Crackstone and a number of candles, all recently lit.

“Who doesn’t have a spooky built in altar in their family library?” Enid says.

“Ours in the living room. More seating for year-long Dia de los Muertos.” Wednesday answers. I swear to god I fall more in love with this woman every day. Enid starts to whimper as we step into the altar, messages are written on the walls in red. Wednesday checks the candles and confirms they are still warm. She tells me and Tyler to check the rest of the ground floor while she and Enid check upstairs. Me and Tyler split up to search in different directions I search the kitchen and dining room for a little bit.

All of a sudden I hear scratching and I turn and come face to face with the monster, I have no time to dodge or draw and can only be scratched across the chest as it starts to run to the stairs. I run after it with my sword and use the runs to send shards of ice flying towards it. A few get it on the back causing it to roar and charge at me, I side step and manage to get a slice at it’s arm before it hurdles into the wall. Hopefully the noise down here tells them to get the hell out of this place. The monster charges at me again but this time ducks under my blade and makes another swipe at my chest. I finally collapse on the ground.

I begin to crawl after it and I hear Tyler shout out. “Guys down here.” Before seemingly getting attacked by the monster. I hear the monster roaring and Enid screaming in the house.

After a few minutes Tyler finds me and brings outside and leans me against the tree. He got a huge scratch from the monster on his arm and a smaller one on his chest.

Suddenly Wednesday and Enid run up to us. Enid looks terrified and Wednesday actually looks worried about me.

My heart starts to beat uncontrollably and my breathing gets faster and faster till I’m hyperventilating. Shit it feels like my hearts going to just jump right out of my chest, I can’t hear anything besides that, nothing but my heart, it’s only going quicker. Everything’s getting blurry, I can’t tell if that’s from blood loss or the panic attack. I think another person showed up but I can’t tell.

Suddenly I feel a hand grasp my own and I look up and see Wednesday, wearing an unusual look of care and concern across her face.

“You’re okay.” She starts telling me repeatedly, suddenly Enid grabs my other hand and the new guy who I now recognize as Tyler starts putting some cloth over my wounds. I look over everyone helping me and my heartbeat starts to go down and my breaths get slower.

“Can you walk?” Wednesday asks me, I try to stand but to no avail.

“What happened to him?” Xavier asks worried.

— — —

Tyler and Xavier helped me back to Tyler’s house where Wednesday is stitching me up.

“Thanks.” I say.

“Look, we need to get back before Weems realizes we’ve been gone.” Enid said.

Suddenly the Sheriff walks in. “What the hell happened? This was you wasn’t it.” He says walking up to Wednesday but Tyler stops him and Wednesday starts to take him to the mansion so I get up to get with them.

“No, you’re not coming.”

“But-”

“No. Enid take him back to Nevermore.”

We complied and Enid helped me up and we managed to get to Nevermore without me falling down onto the ground.

Wednesday eventually sneaks into my room through the window.

“How are you?” She asks in her deadpan.

“Fine.” I simply reply, seriously no sorry you got hurt, I shouldn’t have put our friends in danger, we should go ask them to forgive us.

“I told Weems about our prophecy.” She says.

“That’s nice.” I say a little disinterested.

“Are you mad at me too?” She asks annoyed. “You didn’t have to come.”

“I’m not mad at you for me getting hurt, I signed up for this when we agreed to be partners. I’m mad that you dragged Tyler and Enid into this, they had nothing to do with the case, but you put them in danger anyway. Did you learn nothing from Eugene, he almost died, they could have died.” I yell at her. This seems to start to get through to her. “And the worst part is you don’t seem to care about this.”

“Enid moved to Yoko’s room.” Wednesday admitted.

“I’m sorry to hear that but she had every right, she has done nothing but be supportive and kind towards you, she stayed at the mansion because she valued your friendship and you took that for granted, you’ve pushed everyone who’s given a damn about you away.”

Wednesday seems to accept her mistakes and leaves the room. I’m not even mad at her, I just want Enid to be okay, and to a much lesser extent, Tyler to receive minor injuries. Wednesday needs to get called out or she will do this over and over again until someone she cares about will die. I’m also mad because it still feels like she doesn’t trust me, what did she see in her vision when she touched my hand, I want her to be able to tell me on her own but this is just getting ridiculous, what was so bad that she couldn’t tell me.

[sapphicandanxious]

Okay sooo I did a thing aaand wrote down every wenclair moment while i was watching Wednesday for the first time because I think they are girlfriends and also why not:)

Every Wenclair moment

Wednesdays child is full of woe:

The balcony scene?!! And Wednesday telling Enid her story about the last time she cried even though she didn't have too (->she trusts her already!!)

Woe ist the loneliest number:

Wednesday going to Enid to talk to her (twice!), Wednesday apologized to Thing bc Enid said so, Enid takes care of the bees even though she haaaates those to help Wednesday, Wednesday joining the team to help Enid win (-> THEM HELPING EACH OTHER!!) , WWWD (?!??HELLO??? AS A THASMIN FAN THIS ENDED ME!!!) and them going to the finish line TOGETHER HOLDING THE FLAG and also Wednesday not minding Enid holding her shoulder

Friend or woe:

"If he breaks your heart I'll nail-gun his" (do I need to say more)

Woe what a night:

Them almost going dress shopping (and Enid looking at Wednesday at the dance and smiling)

You reap what you woe:

not that much but just both of them not really wanting to talk to their families and talking to each other instead

Quid pro woe:

The birthday present!!! ; Enid made something for Wednesday (in black!!) And Wednesday wants to wear it to a funeral!! (bc it's too special for class and she loves funerals ksnskwnxkskdn) and also Wednesday took it with her to the cafe (yes she forgot it there but that's not the point), Wednesday apologizing to Enid (years, it's to get out of nevermore (like she wouldn't be able to find another way) and also to take Enid along obvi), her keeping the snood on , Enid and her will search upstairs (while Tyler can check the ground floor), her helping Enid to get out first & asking if she's okay,

Wednesday is sad after Enid left her/their room ("Goody said I was destined to be alone, but for the first time in my life, it doesn't feel good":(() , Enid "forgetting" stuff as a reason to go back to their room (more than once!), When Enid asks if she was an annoying distraction Wednesday says she had annoying habits (->not an annoying distraction!!:)), them both remembering many little things about each other (I mean yeah it's the "annoying" things but we all know that doesn't matter), Wednesday is sad when Enid said she's going to be Yokos roommate , "you and I both know that you care about Enid" (she didn't deny it!!) Wednesday misses Enid>:( ! and Enid says that They work:) (as a reason why she moves back in)

A murder of woes:

Enid crying when Wednesday is packing her stuff (helloo??!?) "Will you forget about me?" "Enid, the mark you have left on me is indelible" and her thinking about Enid whenever she sees/hears something bright/colorful, Enid saying learned so much from her,

Enid going to look for her AND WOLFING OUT TO SAVE HER AND SAVING HER, Enid RUNNING to Wednesday & hugging her AND WEDNESDAY HUGGING HER BACK AHHHH ALSO A LONG ASS HUG I CAN NOW DIE HAPPILY, and also Wednesday "has to" visit Enid in San Francisco

[sharpen-your-hatchet]

Old Wounds - Wenclair fic, chapter 35 (Final Chapter)

Description: Now aged 22, Wednesday Addams is an up-and-coming author. Her time at Nevermore is well behind her, and she is alone, and that suits her just fine...But when a 'new' neighbour shows up in her apartment building, she'll truly be tested on whether her "bad habit" of caring truly has been broken. (Hint: It hasn't.)  

Pairing: Wednesday Addams / Enid Sinclair

Rating: Mature (Fic is fully SFW up to Chapter 20)

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Wednesday did not believe she cared about places and things. Generally speaking it is true – she does not care about her surrounding so long as her body may tend to its needs, and her possessions could be lost, for they can all be replaced. She is not sentimental. She never has been. Everything turns to dust eventually, and she is no exception to this rule.

Except...maybe she is sentimental. Maybe in the deep, darkest crevices of her black little heart, there is some measure of ache for the homes she once knew, and the items lost to time… her old dorm room at Nevermore; the snood she left behind to escape the Hyde. Curiously, her sentimentality seems tied to Enid, as many things seem to be – As if Enid is the key to Wednesday remembering her humanity and the place it has in her life.

Whatever the case, Wednesday may deny it. She will definitely, in fact. Especially now, as she stands in the empty shell of her old apartment, a suitcase in hand, feeling a sense of dread as she faces the last few moments within the confines of this dark and dreary space. It has been such a perfect home for her.

Enid approaches, taking a thoughtful look around, before nudging Wednesday’s side. She offers a reassuring smile. Wednesday feels herself settle slightly.

“It’s totally crazy, right?” Enid says softly. “We’re about to head to our new home.”

Wednesday notes a bloodstain on the carpet, previously hidden by her couch. She had forgotten about it, and finds the slightest hint of a smile tugging at her lips as she is reminded of how her darling brother had nearly bled himself half to death in that spot, upon insisting he could sew his own sutures faster than she. He was wrong, and nearly died. It was wonderfully entertaining. The bloodstain is a permanent fixture and one Wednesday adores – but she also desired a larger couch, so it was regretfully covered up. It is nice to get a final look at it before she leaves. Enid has also looked at it, but has very wisely decided not to ask. She is not built for such stories.

Wednesday takes Enid’s hand, guiding them gently away so they face into the kitchen instead. She looks at her empty counter tops.

“It is certainly a strange feeling.” Wednesday agrees, her voice somewhat wistful before dropping back into it’s usual monotony. “But all things must end.”

She then glances at Enid, frowning in thought.

“Are all of your things packed?”

“Yeah! I don’t know who those guys are that your parents called, but they’re super efficient. And pale.”

“My mother’s legion of undead helpers,” Wednesday answers, nodding slightly. “They do not divulge in conversation much, but they are very hard workers.”

Enid looks speechless for a second, but shakes herself out of it, smiling amusedly. It seems she is perhaps fully catching up to the Addams’ kooky ways and is realising it is better not to question it, but simply accept the weirdness as it comes. It lights a small flame of pride in Wednesday’s chest. Despite what her blank expression and dry tone may indicate, she can only feel delight at knowing she is about to start living with this piece of sunshine-made-human… Any other version of her would’ve baulked, called herself pathetic… but Wednesday feels nothing but a deep and admirable warmth as she watches Enid pad gently into the kitchen and playfully spin in a circle. She is ridiculous, yes; perhaps overwhelmingly colourful too – but Enid is the only person that Wednesday could ever accept that from. More than accept. Adore, even.

Enid spins again, stumbling slightly and laughing.

“I’m going to miss this kitchen.” She says idly.

“You’re going to miss my kitchen?” Wednesday asks, as her brow quirks upwards.

“Yeah I spent a lot of time in here.”

“Eating my food, I remember.”

Enid stops dancing around, approaching Wednesday to steal a kiss from her lips. She smiles.

“I didn’t see you complaining.” She replies.

Wednesday remains quiet. She glances to the side and tuts thoughtfully.

Enid simply smirks, her smile growing wider by the second as she takes Wednesday’s hands in her own.

“… I suppose not.”

Enid hums, satisfied with the answer. She then lets go, skipping towards Wednesday’s doorway to collect the backpack she left there, containing the last few essentials she held onto. Glancing at the time, Wednesday now realises – it’s time to go. As of midday this apartment is no longer hers. It’s five minutes past now, meaning she has already overstayed her technical welcome. It is time for some other poor fool to deal with the bloodstained carpet; tend to the random creaky pipes, and, consistently try to seek out the rat that lives in the wall. Truly it has been the perfect apartment. Hopefully her parents will find a tenant who will appreciate it as much as she did… or they’ll change the carpets, fix the plumbing and call an animal removal service. Unfortunate if the case.

Regardless, it’s time she leaves. Wednesday takes a few steps towards the door, feeling her stomach grow heavy. She turns her head back and pauses.

“What is it?” Enid asks, concerned suddenly.

Wednesday sighs, shaking her head. This sentimental pain is pointless. She stares for just a moment longer, taking in the meagre lighting, darkly painted walls and counter tops. Where they are heading is inarguably better; nicer than anything she could desire… but it is different, and Wednesday does not like different. Unless it is Enid. She can like it if it’s Enid.

She turns her head back to Enid now. Wednesday will face this change with a brave stoic face, knowing it is Enid who is the catalyst for desiring change at all. Wednesday refuses to let her pathetic emotions slow her down, anyway. She grabs her own bag and hoists it onto her shoulder.

Fishing the apartment key from her pocket, they then walk out together, silence falling as Wednesday locks the apartment for the last time. She will return the key to her parents later.

Enid takes Wednesday by her free hand and they walk together towards the stairwell.

As they exit the apartment building together, they see the last of the moving trucks disappearing off into the streets of New York, leaving just Lurch and the family car awaiting them. Wednesday is glad she convinced Enid to utilise her parents assets as opposed to booking an Uber. God forbid her first memories of arriving at their new home feature any potential for hearing modern pop music blasting from the shitty sound-system of some poor Millennial normie’s Honda civic. No, the hearse is a much better option.

Lurch takes their bags and places them in the trunk before swinging back around to the driver’s seat. Wednesday and Enid settle into the passenger seats, both staring out the window at the building that is no longer their home. Enid takes Wednesday’s hands and gives it a squeeze.

The car gently pulls away from the building. Enid hums softly. Relaxing back into her seat, she then closes her eyes and sits, a gentle smile playing her lips.

Wednesday turns her attention to her, gaze softening the second she sees the contented look upon her girlfriend’s face. There is a flurry of feelings running through her head right now. Anticipation seems to the one that wins out – a fluttery spark of something that has Wednesday on the metaphorical edge of her seat (although she would never sit in such a way), now that she has pushed away the space where her sentimentality had lived. She squeezes Enid’s hand in return.

Onto their next adventure.

The drive to their new apartment isn’t long – Not long enough, in any case. It is supposedly twenty minutes but it would seem that time is playing tricks, and it is most inconvenient. Annoying, even. Wednesday is in the middle of kissing at Enid’s neck after a conversation about their future – that Wednesday was completely fine and normal about – when the car judders to a stop, and the sound of boxes and furniture being moved fills the air around them. It would seem they have arrived. The engine clicks off.

Wednesday sighs slightly, pulling away.

“Some other time.” She grumbles as she mourns the loss of Enid’s electric touch.

Enid giggles sweetly.

“Priorities, Wends.” She hums, turning now to look out at their new apartment building. She freezes and gasps. There’s a dramatic pause. And then, quietly, two words tumble from Enid’s mouth. “Holy shit.”

Wednesday shuffles and peeks through the window herself. The slightest hint of a smile curls upwards on her mouth, and despite her prior angst, seeing Enid’s reaction settles something in her. This is perfect – and perfection is not something Wednesday finds easily.

“It is most impressive in person, is it not?” Wednesday says proudly.

Enid does not answer. Instead, she pulls the door of the hearse open, stumbling out, taking a few quick steps to stare up at the towering apartment block. Wednesday cannot see the grin on her face, but she knows it is there. Enid turns back to her then with that predicted smile plastered brightly upon her lips. Her hands gesture excitedly, urging Wednesday to join her.

And Wednesday does. She slides herself out of the vehicle, approaching Enid, coming to a stop a few steps earlier as she watches her mother’s legion of workers tend to their packed furnishings.

It’s happening. It’s really happening.

She and Enid stand outside the building for what seems like an hour, but perhaps is only fifteen minutes or so, before taking the elevator up to their apartment floor. As the doors open, they are met by a few of the movers, who greet them with an idle grunt as they trudge through the hall with their boxes.

Wednesday had visited the apartment prior to moving, but now as they enter it, their belongings strewn around them, it feels a lot different. Especially now Enid is here. It is more serious, almost; more real. But somehow nicer, too.

It’s been painted since Wednesday saw, a muted white contrasting against the decorative wooden beams across the ceiling. This new apartment is a modern yet cosy space, emulating some minor rustic design whilst remaining premium. Wednesday is glad for it. Whilst she enjoys the stark coldness of modern design, she finds it lacks character. This space certainly finds a palatable mid-point… and as for Enid? She is enamoured. More than enamoured, for she is walking around with a wet-eyed smile beaming across her face. Wednesday knows this is what she deserves – that is, the best.

There is no measure of shitty ‘hatred of change’ angst that could stop her relishing in this moment.

What follows is a whirlwind six hours as Wednesday and Enid direct and sort and begin to mould this space to their liking. With an open plan kitchen-diner, a separate living room, office, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, not to mention a balcony space – this new home certainly needs arranging. It takes a bit of negotiating (particularly as they argue whose bed will be theirs and whose becomes the guest bed) but they get it done. Fortunately the undead workers physically cannot complain. Then, as they go around each room, they decide whose furniture will go where. Wednesday mostly claims the office, though there are desks for them both, and Enid mostly claims the living room, her various gaming consoles filling the TV stand. Each space becomes a little of each of them, melding just as it did in Wednesday’s old apartment – only now, there is room for it to breathe. It is truly their space once and for all.

Then, comes the bookshelves. Perhaps one of the most important things when it comes to their personal belongings.

Wisely, the book shelves are placed in the small hall space between the living room and office, allowing them to be accessed from either room without much hassle. Wednesday takes left, Enid takes right. A simple agreement, thankfully.

Whilst sorting through a box, Wednesday happens upon a familiar book. Her own. The very same one she saw upon her first visit to Enid’s old apartment. How strange it seems to hold it now, after all this time. She picks it up, noticing the lightly furled pages and tattered spine. It has been read again since she last saw. It is a shame to see a book so worn but Wednesday can only assume that such poor condition means it is well loved, in a strange sort of way. She would not treat her own books this way but regardless it lights a small warmth in her black heart.

Enid glances over.

“Oh, You should read that! It’s super dark, totally up your alley.”

Wednesday holds it out to Enid, her face remaining stoic. Her eyebrow quirks slightly.

“An astute recommendation” She replies. “Though, you will be disappointed to know I have already read it.”

Enid takes the book, finding a slot for it in her bookshelf after a thoughtful hum. She pauses after, scowling, her mouth hung open in a silent question as she turns back. Her eyes brush over Wednesday’s own bookcase.

“You...don’t have your own copy though?” She queries.

A beat passes.

“I wrote it.” Comes Wednesday’s answer. “I have the manuscript.”

She expected her heart to thump when this moment came; for her stomach to drop into a pit or a void or something equally deathly, but no. Her admittance comes out simply as if recounting a news story. She is not sure why… No one, and she means no one knows her writer alias. In most cases, she would rather claw out her own vocal chords than tell someone. Wednesday has even neglected to tell Enid up until this point, feeling a sense of safety in knowing her writing remains a separate entity from herself – a voice she can escape to when the world is unbearable. Which is often, frankly. The world is largely a terrible and undeserving place.

Perhaps that is why she is suddenly so open to Enid knowing. Enid is too, a safe place for Wednesday to escape to, especially now as they begin their lives together living in the same space. Maybe this is just the last secret to let go of.

Wednesday cannot believe she has let go of them all in the first place. Love is truly a curse… but one she will bare with a white knuckle grip so long as it is Enid.

Enid stares at her. She blinks once; twice.

“What?”

“I wrote it Enid.”

“No...no I heard you, I just- what?!”

The slightest hint of a smirk pulls onto Wednesday’s face. If she had known this would be Enid’s reaction, perhaps she would’ve considered telling her sooner.

“Judging from your taste in colour, I know your eyes do not work properly...but do not tell me your ears are suddenly failing too.”

Enid plays mock offence and playfully hits Wednesday with one of her books. Wednesday hits back with a side glare, refusing to humour such childish behaviour. However it seems Enid is quick to change tact, as she suddenly discards the remaining books needing to be sorted back into the box and all but begs to talk about Wednesday’s book.

“Ohmygosh you have to tell me everything!!” Enid squeals.

Admittedly, this is not something Wednesday had prepared for.

Regardless, she just about allows herself to be dragged away from her precious organisation and into the (kind of organised) living room.

This consequently leads into another two hours of time disappearing, both Wednesday and Enid locked in conversation that mostly consists of Enid excitedly chattering. Wednesday does not mind, even with her mind constantly drawn back to the mess around them. She is glad what little information she offers provides such enjoyment – despite the fact her book itself is rather horrific, ironically. It is strange Enid likes it to begin with, though Wednesday supposes she should not be surprised that Enid breaks expectations. She always has.

And by the time they are finished, the sun has dipped out the sky and the night is drawing in. They have still not finished unpacking... Perhaps it was foolish to believe it could be done in one day, but Wednesday stubbornly wishes to keep working at it, determined to at least organise the last of the living room so she can feel a little bit not psychotic about the various boxes scattered around.

However, after only five minutes Enid is in her personal space, warm hands interlinking with Wednesday’s own, pulling her away from a box and to her feet. She is irritated she cannot continue… but cannot be mad at Enid when her eyes are so warm and her smile so loving. Enid pulls Wednesdays hands around her waist and begins to slowly rock from side to side. It is a poor imitation of dancing – not that Wednesday will say as much. Her heart thumps loudly in her chest, regardless. She does not understand why this is happening. Maybe she doesn’t need to.

“It’s been a long day.” Enid hums softly.

Wednesday begins to protest, stating she be allowed to keep working. Enid shushes her, holding tightly as they keep slow-dancing in place.

“No more tonight, Wends. We can work on it tomorrow.”

Wednesday goes to protest further, but is stopped by the gentle press of Enid’s lips against hers. The kiss is sweet, captivating, filled with a contentedness that seems to have only grown as their living quarters has. It is electric. It’s just… Enid.

“We can work on it tomorrow,” Enid repeats. “And the next day...and the day after that too. Until it’s done.”

Wednesday frowns.

“You underestimate my organisational skills.”

Enid kisses Wednesday again, a soft laugh tumbling out of her mouth against Wednesday’s lips. She slowly spins Wednesday around as they dance.

“Let me be romantic, baby.” Enid smirks.

They continue to dance. It slowly becomes more composed, as Wednesday subtly leads Enid into the right positions; shows the right steps. After some time, they are nearly waltzing – the boxes on the floor long forgotten, even by Wednesday herself. It is ridiculous. Dancing in a living room… what is the purpose, truly?

There is no purpose, Wednesday supposes to herself. It is simply done because one wants to. She did not know she wanted to until Enid made it so. What a strange thing.

Wednesday lets out a sharp hum.

“Fine.” She replies, but her soft gaze betrays her blunt tone.

And so they dance more. And they kiss. In their new home that they share. Perhaps they will dance all evening and simply just enjoy the new space they find themselves in. It might be messy right now, and it might take some time to adjust… but Wednesday does not think she would change it for the world. She can only hope Enid feels the same.

It’s taken them a short while, with old wounds re-opened and reddened once more – but this time, they’ve gotten to heal right. They’ve gotten to heal together.

And Wednesday… well, she is not alone.

And that suits her.

Just fine. x-x-x-x-x-x A/N:

Hello, my loves

This is the end of Old Wounds. Thank you so much for joining me as I wrote this fic over the last 8 months. It's been such a joy to write :D

Thank you for every comment and kind word. It's really meant a lot <3

As of posting this (8th August 2023), I will be taking a short break from fanfic writing - however, please keep an eye out because I have two fics planned! A oneshot based in the same universe as Old Wounds (but able to be read separately), alongside an entirely new multi-chapter!

As always, thank you for reading. I'll see you in the comments.

- Hatchet <3

[jklesbianjk]

Wednesday comes to terms with her romantic feelings for Enid, but worries she will never be able to give Enid the love she deserves.

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Wednesday wants to kill her. That’s the only explanation for these feelings she is experiencing. They are similar to feelings she’s experienced before. The obsession she feels towards Enid is like the obsession she feels towards homicide. It excites her and makes her crave more. But there’s something else about the way she feels toward Enid. Something warm. Wednesday isn’t used to being warm. But when it’s Enid, she finds she doesn’t mind it. Like when Enid hugged her. Wednesday found she didn’t hate it. She wanted to touch Enid. And wanted to be touched in return.

Wednesday finally began to understand the feelings she felt towards Enid.

As she watched Enid from across the courtyard, she began to feel that obsessive feeling again. Enid sat between Yoko and Ajax and Wednesday could see how they hung on Enid’s every word. Wednesday hated how Enid laughed with them. Wednesday hated how Enid smiled at them. She wanted Enid to smile at her like that. Wednesday didn’t want to kill Enid. Wednesday wanted to kiss her. To consume her. And be consumed in return.

It all made sense now. Enid was a powerful werewolf. Wednesday liked that about her. While her colorful wardrobe and bubbly personality weren’t things she thought her future spouse would have, she found that she didn’t hate them. Because it was Enid. And Wednesday wasn’t blind. She could see Enid was pretty. Wednesday found her werewolf nature to be attractive. Enid’s claws were sharp. Wednesday thought they would look enticing in blood red.

Wednesday wasn’t used to romantic emotions. She was familiar with rage, sadness, and even happiness, but love that wasn’t familial was new territory. Wednesday wasn’t even sure she could love someone romantically until Enid. But even as she recognizes her romantic feelings for Enid, she knows they aren’t normal. They aren’t normal feelings. Wednesday feels lust mixed with comfort. She desires Enid, her lust makes more sense than anything romantic. Wednesday is comfortable around Enid. After what they had been through together. Wednesday chooses to like Enid.

But Enid wouldn’t choose Wednesday. Wednesday was aware she was difficult to handle. Enid was so bright like the sun and deserves someone who can love her normally. Why would Enid choose darkness when she was made of light?

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Wednesday was sitting at her typewriter when Enid burst into the dorm. Enid skipped to Wednesday as Wednesday eyed her suspiciously.

Enid shoved a fluffy-looking item in Wednesday’s face. “Here!”

“What’s this,” Wednesday said, eyeing the black cloth.

“A new snood! To replace the one you sacrificed at the Gates Mansion.”

“You didn’t have to,” Wednesday said dryly. “Really.”

“I wanted to. I like that we have something that matches.” Enid said as she began to blush. “Don’t you think it’s nice to match?”

Wednesday looked at Enid, taking in the nervous way she hid her hands behind her back and the way her eyes darted everywhere to avoid looking at Wednesday in the face.

Enid was nervous.

“Oh.”

Enid was nervous because of her. But a different kind of nervousness than Wednesday is used to seeing in reaction to her. Wednesday wasn’t stupid. She knew that Xaiver liked her. And Wednesday could see that Enid liked her.

“Thank you, Enid,” said Wednesday as she reached out to touch Enid's arm. Enid’s eyes looked met Wednesday’s in surprise and noticed that Wednesday's face was much closer.

“I do like that we match,” Wednesday said with a faint smile.

Enid turned red. “Um, well, great, I have to go now,” Enid shouted as she ran to the door. “I’m supposed to hang out with Yoko. I’ll see you later, bye!”

Wednesday stood alone in their dorm, staring down at the snood. She felt herself feeling warm. Enid was so caring with Wednesday. Wednesday’s stomach filled with dread. Enid liked her. Wednesday liked Enid. But they couldn’t be together. Wednesday was too much. For anyone. She was rude and only thought of herself. Wednesday knew she would hurt Enid, even if she didn’t want to. Wednesday walked to her closet and hid the snood away. She climbed out the stained glass window and played her cello. The night was haunted by her song of sadness.

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The more Wednesday tried to stop having feelings for Enid, the harder it was. She lived with her after all.

“Wednesday! Please come out with me! It’s so nice outside. We can do anything you want, I’m just sick of seeing you sitting at your desk.”

“My apologies, but I cannot take a break from my writing. Do not let me ruin the day for you.”

Enid began to blush, “But, I wanted us to spend time together.”

“I can’t, Enid. But you should go. Enjoy the day.”

“Okay,” Enid said with a sad smile. “I’ll see you later then.”

After Enid shut the door, Thing rose from where he was hidden under the blankets. He began to make some rude hand gestures to Wednesday.

“I don’t want to hear it, Thing. It’s better this way. ”

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Wednesday was walking through the courtyard when she heard her name.

“Wednesday!”

Wednesday turned to find Enif approaching her with Ajax in tow.

“Hey, what are you doing, I haven’t seen you at all today,” Enid said with a pout.

“I’ve been gravedigging,” Wednesday said, staring at Ajax with dead eyes.

“Um, well, I’ll see you later Enid,” the boy said and scurried off.

“Well I am retiring to the dorm,” Wednesday began to turn away from Enid.

Enid grabbed her arm, “ Wait! I’m coming too.”

Wednesday eyed the hand on her arm. Enid noticed her stare and slid her hand down from her arm into Wednesday’s hand. Wednesday looked at the other girl in surprise. This was oddly bold for someone who blushes easily. Wednesday broke Enid’s hold and avoided the hurt look in the girl’s eyes.

“How are things with Ajax?”

“Ajax? Um, nothing, we’re just friends now,” Enid said as she walked close to Wednesday.

“Oh. I see.”

“Yeah.”

The girls arrived in their dorm and Enid went to shower. Alone with her thoughts, Wednesday began to pace. Enid was hinting to Wednesday that she had feelings for her. How could the werewolf be so bold, Wednesday thought with a blush. It was getting harder to ignore her feelings and now she has to ignore Enid’s feelings too. But Wednesday had to. To protect Enid. Wednesday would rather keep Enid as a friend than lose her completely due to her odd feelings. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Later that night, Enid was a blushing bundle of nerves. She was stuttering and fidgeting and Wednesday found it dreadfully adorable. Then she felt disgusted at her fond feelings. Warm feelings were taking some getting used to.

“Enid.” Wednesday confronted the werewolf. “What is wrong with you.”

“What, nothing, of course. Nothing’s wrong with me,” Enid avoided eye contact with Wednesday.

“Hm. Very well.”

“Well, actually, um, this is for you,” Enid said in a rush, pushing a black box toward Wednesday.

“Oh. It is not my birthday. Has someone died?” Wednesday wondered aloud.

“What? No one died, this is just something I made for you.”

Made? Wednesday slowly opened the box and found a black chain necklace. With a werewolf fang. Wednesday’s eyes flew to Enid’s.

“What is this?”

“It’s a fang I lost during the fight with Tyler. Wednesday, I love you. I fought Tyler because I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. I love you so much and I want you to be mine. I talked to Thing and he told me about Addams courting gifts. This is my courting gift to you.”

Wednesday’s heart hurt. She felt more pain than she did when she was dying at the hands of Crackstone.

“Enid. I can’t accept this.”

Enid’s eyes filled with pain, “What? What do you mean?”

“Enid, I worry I will make you unhappy. I don’t feel as you do. I don’t feel as much as you do. I don’t feel romantic feelings strongly. I know I care for you, but my feelings fall short in comparison to yours.”

“Wednesday, I love you. I don’t care if you love a little differently. I would be more surprised if you loved normally. Just chose me. I love you and I know you care for me.”

“Enid, I am selfish and think only of myself at times. But I want to make you happy. I will always try to make you happy. I chose to love you, Enid, because you make me feel.” The girls embraced and Wednesday felt happy. Enid loved her and accepted her for who she is.

Wednesday held the necklace out to Enid, “Can you put this on me, mi ángel.”

Enid blushed at the nickname, “Of course.”

Enid brushed Wednesday’s hair aside and fastened the necklace onto Wednesday. Being so close to her neck, Enid could smell Wednesday’s scent of storms and ashes. Feeling confident, Enid placed a soft kiss on the back of Wednesday’s neck. Wednesday stiffened before turning to face Enid.

“I’m sorry, Wednesday, I should have asked-,”

Enid was cut off by Wednesday kissing her. Just once. It was so gentle, Enid almost thought she was imagining it. But Wednesday's eyes were full of desire. Enid leaned towards Wednesday and the girls connected in a deeper kiss.

Wednesday’s hands slid down to Enid’s waist and held the werewolf’s body close to hers. Enid’s hands rested on the sides of Wednesday’s neck. Wednesday felt her desire pooling between her legs and pulled away from Enid. Enid’s cheeks were flushed and her lips shined in the moonlight.

“Um, just making sure. Was that okay? I know you said you don’t feel romantic feelings strongly, I don’t know how you feel about, um, physical stuff,” Enid grew red as she spoke.

Wednesday leaned in to kiss Enid again, “One thing I am sure of is my desire for you.”

“You are the object of all my desires. I have been craving you for months. You are deadly, strong, and simply amazing. I will treasure this necklace always.”

Enid whimpered and dragged Wednesday to her bed. Wednesday was pushed onto the colorful comforter and Enid kissed all over Wednesday’s face.

“I love you so much. Wednesday, sleep here with me tonight?”

Wednesday answered the girl with a kiss and the two laid face to face. They spent the night kissing and whispering their affections.

Wednesday was still worried about making Enid unhappy, but she swore on her own life that she would give Enid everything she could ever want.

[trefle]

I always subscribed to the idea that in their second year, Wednesday will casually reveal that she retrieved the snood (leaving it on her bed, carrying it, maybe even wearing it) which is like those subtle things Wednesday does that shows how much she actually cares. Because Enid would have definitely made another snood, but Wednesday would have placed so much value in the original and the history it holds, that she would never think to replace it. The extra snood goes to Pugsley 🖤🩷

Yes, we are on the exact same page, anon! I too believe Wednesday got attached to that snood because Enid made it specifically for her while thinking about her and imagining the two of them wearing their matching snoods together. And even though Wednesday is not big on birthdays or so she wants to pretend she isn’t but this gift in particular holds a special in her heart because it was from her. It’s the love and care and thought that went into it what makes it important and irreplaceable and I just know it in my heart that Wednesday had to get it back.

Oh the things I’d do for a scene where Wednesday gets back to their dorm after researching in the library wearing her snood and Enid looks up to greet her, a huge smile already on her lips, and her breath literally hitches when she sees it around Wednesday’s neck. Her eyes light all the way up and the million megawatt smile that splits her face rivals the sun in Wednesday’s mind. And so does the heat that rapidly spreads through her body starting from her chest then followed by her neck and face and so forth until she feels like she’s burning up with the intensity of it.

“Are you..? Is that your snood?” Enid is actually fumbling over her words because her heart is doing flips and she is overcome with the irresistible urge to run up to Wednesday and hug and kiss her. Oh and does she hug her! She takes Wednesday in her arms and holds her tight and the message is in there without her needing to articulate it. If Wednesday thought she was burning up before, now in that loving embrace she set is ablaze. She holds Enid close and tight though, reciprocates it with everything she is because it’s both a want and a desperate need. Something huge urging her on to hold hold hold her and never let go again.

“It’s freezing outside..” Wednesday mumbles finally because is she not supposed to say something, ANYTHING? Her brain is hardly functioning though so that’s all she can manage. Enid’s soft, little chuckle resonates through Wednesday’s entire body and hits her right in the heart making it skip several beats as a result. Oh and she would die happy right in that moment but even the thought agitates her because she wants so much more. More of that embrace, more of that heat consuming her and most importantly more of Enid. Actually she wants all of Enid to herself and herself only.

After they finally part Enid gives her the snood she made to replace the one she thought was lost. Tells her at least she has a spare now if something happens to the first like a coffee spill or another emergency situation they, together, have to face. The playfulness in her eyes as she says it prompts a genuine smile from Wednesday, she couldn’t stop it even if she tried but she doesn’t want to because it feels right. With Enid everything feels right.

(And yes she’s giving the spare snood to Pugsley. I love you for this idea so much! When Morticia and Gomez see him wearing it and ask what exactly it is he goes “A snood! Isn’t it cool? Wednesday’s werewolf girlfriend made it!” and he is already sprinting because it’s only for so long Wednesday will stand in a stupor before she takes off after him.)

[prattlers]

@saecrifical​ chattered :  “ i’ve got you. it’s okay.  ” from yoko to enid.

𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐨’𝐬  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐩𝐫𝐲  𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐝’𝐬  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐧.  they  pull  out  the  nails  and  tear  down  the  support  beams  until  that  very  resolve  comes  crashing  down.  her  body  slumps  forward  with  a  sob,  her  pink-tinged  nose  pressing  into  the  square  of  yoko’s  shoulder.  she  throws  her  arms  around  yoko,  shaking  fingers  gripping  the  material  of  yoko’s  shirt  as  she  speaks  into  it.

❛  oh  yoko,  it  was  so  terrible!  i  was  so  scared  and  i’m  so  —  i’m  just  so  angry!  ❜  enid  cries.  she  pulls  away  slightly,  𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴  𝘰𝘧  𝘰𝘯𝘦  𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘵𝘰  𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳  𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘺  𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩-𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱  𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮  𝘺𝘰𝘬𝘰  𝘵𝘰  𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺  𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦  𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.  

❛  wednesday  said  that  it  was  going  to  be  a  birthday  do-over.  she  said  it  would  just  be  her  and  me  and  we’d  -  we’d  sneak  out  and  hang  out,  friends  hanging  out  and  spending  time  together  and  getting  to  know  each  other  --  but  then  i  got  in  the  car  and  tyler  was  the  driver  and  our  birthday  do-over  turned  into  try  to  make  it  to  our  next  birthday  because  it  was  the  gates  house.  the  gates  house,  yoko!  ❜  her  chest  moves  up  and  down  with  haste  𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠  𝚒𝚗  𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜  𝚘𝚏  𝚊𝚒𝚛  𝚝𝚘  𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠  𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚘𝚏𝚏  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌  𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎.  ❛  and  the  -  the  monster  was  there  and  it  attacked  us  and  i  thought  i  was  going  to  die  and  one  of  the  worst  parts  of  all  —  wednesday  destroyed  the  snood  i  made  her!  it’s  laying  in  tatters  in  that  death  house  and  i  worked  so  hard  on  it  for  her  and  i  —  ❜

another  sob  leaves  her,  sticks  it’s  foot  out  in  front  of  the  rest  of  her  rambling  words  to  give  it  the  time  to  beat  them  to  sound  out  first.  𝗮  𝗳𝗲𝘄  𝗺𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝘆  𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘀  𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄  𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁,  and  enid  looks  down  at  her  hands.  she  notices  the  way  they  still  shake,  like  a  brittle  leaf  desperately  attempting  to  cling  to  the  branch  of  a  tree  and  brave  the  winds  that  shook  it  so.  

𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙙  𝙬𝙖𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩  𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙛,  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙.  how  foolish  it  was  for  a  leaf  to  think  it  could  befriend  the  wind,  and  that  when  letting  go  to  be  carried  off  by  it,  be  so  foolish  as  to  trust  it  would  lead  her  places  warm  and  kind.  

❛  i  was  really  scared,  yoko.  ❜  enid  admits,  her  voice  now  only  a  few  decibels  above  a  whisper.  ❛  and  i  know  this  sounds  like  such  a  dumb  cliche,  but,  i  couldn’t  stop  thinking  about  the  fact  that  i  would  never  see  you  again.  ❜  enid  sniffles.  eyes  still  downcast,  she  speaks;  ❛  you’re  my  best  friend,  yoko.  you’re  my  family.  and  —  and  i  couldn’t  stop  thinking  that  i’d  never  see  you  again  -  we’d  never  hang  out  by  the  water  fountain  at  lunch,  or  listen  to  the  new  seventeen  albums  when  we  should  be  studying  for  our  botany  quiz  or  -  or  —  ❜  𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐝  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬  𝐢𝐧  𝐚  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡,  𝐢𝐭’𝐬  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨  𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬,

                   ❛  can  i  spend  the  night  here  tonight,  please?  with  you?  ❜  

[magicallymeta]

Alright, folks, I've got a slightly melted cocktail (Blue Hawaii Ramune, a few drops of orange bitters, a healthy dash of this locally made spicy pear shrub, and two shots of tequila) and episode 6 of Wednesday to get through:

1) love the circular mirror visual so much; they have a lot of fun iwht it in shots, but I still feel like they could have used it more. It reminds me of when Chloe becomes The Watchtower on Smallville and they both used the set a lot and never enough. (And yeah, I'm going to fucking mention Chloe and Smallville in 2022, okay? That show is important to me, contrary to what has become of certain people who were once involved with the show. The characters are not their actors and vice versa, unless you're Jensen Ackles/Dean Winchester. I don't make the rules!)

2) ENID IS SO FUCKING CUTE ALL OF THE TIME. GIve me her entire wardrobe. I mean, I want Wednesday's, too, but I think that's the difference in emotional expression: Rachie sees a Wednesday look and thinks "that's so stupid and cool, whatever, fuck off" and Dawni Rae sees Eni and thinks "OH MY GOD WHERE DO I GET THAT IMMEDIATELY?!" It's all about the balance, baby.

3) This surprise party for Wednesday is so fucking cute, and I love her for reacting to all things Manic Pixie Mary Sue about her in annoyance. Blessings.

4) I'm loving Jenna Ortega's balance between Wednesday and Goody. I love a good "same actress/different characters" in a story, especially when it's a "hey look, my ancestor and I happen to look almost EXACTLY the same!" Amazing.

5) The music shift when Enid gives Wednesday her snood. MY HEART. Everythning about that scene was a gift, specifcally, for me.

6) Angsty white boy scenes are so annoying, good god. I can't wait for that part to be over when I've finished.

7) Obsessed with Bianca/Lucas now. Don't know why, but I love that she immediately was honest with him and then admitted that she knew exactly who he was. I think because I've found myself liking them seperately that it means them together has a better chance for both of their character's extending throughout the story moving forward. I hate it when there are good characters just randomly floating on the sideline of the main storyline. Like, those people are where it's at, man! Don't walk away from them!

8) Ugh, more of the Well Intioned White Boy scenes are just as annoying as the Angsty White Boy scenes. it's annoying that some of Wednesday's best moments come when she's against he worst scene partners. This includes the Sheriff. Especially when she's opposite the Sheriff.

9) It's all coming together, more or less, and I'm so excited for it to finish. The fireplace in the Principal's office is so fucking sick, and again, I love Christina Ricci.

10) "Take the win Enid" "Two Best Friends!" I'm so in love with them, be still my little heart.

11) Wednesday is like, "For my birthday, I want a bisexual creepy date with my boy/girl love interests to who is more deserving of my affections." The answer is Enid across the board, but it's cute that Tyler is still sticking in the game for hetero storylines.

12) I love that the "pretty" boys get "sexy scar scratches" and the other boys get mutilated in some way. Seems about right. Very CW.

13) Enid blowing up and leaving her pastel side of the room to haunt Wednesday while she curls up in a ball. WENESDAY. GIRL. Shatter my heart. I feel so alive.

If I wasn't so set on following through on writing up my thoughts on every episode, I would have for sure finished by now, but I'm proud of myself for following through on this. It's like, every little step leads to a bigger things at some point, even if some of it you have to slog through.

On a side note, I was really excited to have the house to myself this weekend and to get so many of the things I'm constantly trying to get done, done, and I've been putting in a lot of work, but it doesn't feel like I've accomplished as much as I was hoping to. It allows the voice in my brain that tells me if my dreams were important I would be doing this all of the time, but I'm not because it must not be. I hate that voice, because it sounds like very Boss Bitch and Capitalist Christian that's ever made me feel like I'm broken or lazy for not being able to "hit the grind" or whatever the fuck.

I keep wanting to stop writing these post and just enjoy the show. It's an argument I'm constantly having inside my head -- do I want to enjoy and consume, or do I want to consume and create? These are entirely different ways to do things, but they're both equally important and I struggle to find the balance between them or when to initiate which roll when I'm dealt a circumstance of life. I share this hear because it's on my mind and I want to and it's my blog and I can do what I want, but also because this is what it's become for me for awhile -- where do I put my time and how do I use it? I constantly feel as if my time is not my own, and all I want is to get it back.

Okay, I only have 2 episodes left of this show and then I can go to sleep. I doubt I'll get through both of them tonight, I can feel myself waning (see above philosophies), but I'll set alarms and finish it in the morning with my coffee. I won't have the house to myself for very long, but I bet I could get through this and then move into my mirror project, which was the one thing I wanted to have completed by the time this weekend was offically over. Depending on my schedule this week, maybe I'll take Monday off and give myself an extra weekend day to finsh up everything on my list! Wish me luck, friends!

[obsessivlyanalytical]

I gotcha:

1) Enid gives Wednesday a whittled crow, “I know you don’t like hugs, but I thought maybe you can hold this instead?”

— Wednesday tells Enid why shes doesn’t like physical contact. Aka her visions

— Wednesday making sure Enid sees her holding and clutching the crow whenever she looks down. Like a hug but not at all, yet somehow still special

2) When shes nervous Enids claws grow and she makes clikcing sounds with them. ie clanking them against each other or on a hard surface.

3) Copium cause I saw the soundtrack again on Tumblr: the kiss on the soundtrack refers either to a kiss on the hand or a forehead kiss. Its them comforting the other.

—> if Enid, she saw the Addams, Morticia to Wednesday once. Or Gomez to Morticia. Assuming this is what the Addams do instead of hugging trues ti comfort Wednesday

—>If Wednesday, its how shes seen her parents comfort each other. Its how her mother comforts her so figures it works for others.

4) Enid wears hears specifically when shes mad at Wednesday. Also hiding her platform boots.

5) Since Morticia is canonically an avid knitter, Wednesday asks her about it and makes a plushy for Enid.

6) Wednesday says a series of slangs she knows nothing about to make Enid burst out laughing.

7) since Enid made those snoods she gifts Wednesday an oversized sweater. Its black and white but if you turn it inside out its pastels. She did it so she can “borrow” it from Wednesday.

8-10) Autistic Wednesday, CompHet at the very least queer Enid, and firm believer in Wednesday fell first but Enjd fell harder

I need wenclair headcannons to feed off of

[fandomswillruinmylife]

I mean this is really cute but feels a liiiittle ooc for my taste.

I don't think Wednesday would be ridiculously affectionate like her parents (even not taking into account her conscious decision to not become them, that's just not prt of who she is), but I do think she would try to encourage herself to step out of her comfort zone and show small displays of affection even if it's kinda hard, more than anything because she knows Enid enjoys them and she wants her to feel good with Wednesday, make it worth her while.

All of these in absolute privacy of course, if anyone caught word of it they'd be buried alive, if you ask Wednesday. As their relationship progresses, she might be more open to subtle displays of affection in public, like hooking pinkies or arms with Enid as they walk, or holding hands under the table. And if Enid softly bumps her foot during lunch time, she might bump back.

Everyone has a love language, even her (tho she'll deny everyhing and theaten you if you ask). But everyone experiences and expresses it in different ways, often unconventional.

I think her main love-giving language is acts of service, manifested in her own way, which can be boiled down to two versions: revenge and protection. (See: dropping piranhas on pugsley's bullies, not wanting eugene to go to the forest alone or back to nevermore with crackstone on the loose, offering Enid to nail-gun ajax if he broke her heart, making excuses to not wear Enid's snood gift instead of hurting her feelings by bluntly rejecting it like she would with anyone else, hell even laying down her life to protect the whole school. I'm also convinced she would maim whoever made fun of Enid's scars)

As for her main love-receiving language, I feel like hers is quality time, again manifested in her own way.

She often doesn't understand why people are still trying to befriend her or spend time with her. It's off putting, because she's trying to keep everyone away to avoid being hurt. But even though she doesn't want to admit it, she doesn't enjoy the loneliness as she thought she would. I feel like she also believes others wouldn't come through with her plans, wouldn't stick with her for her more serious schemes, so she feels the need to trick people into helping instead of just asking (see: the gates mansion), because she needs them with her.

But when she faces the possibility of losing those she cares about, of not seeing or spending time with them again, her walls start to come down a little: she visits eugene in the hospital repeatedly, she skips on the tape when Enid comes back to their dorm, she actively hugs Enid when she sees how close she was to losing her forever.

She says she doesn't need anyone and enjoys solitude, but unconsciously she wants those she cares about close to her, even though caring might hurt.

Oof this turned out so long and kinda into a pointless rant, but I just love character analysis

We all agree that Enid calls Wednesday “Willa”

The question now is, what does Wednesday call Enid?

And she definitely has a nickname

Probably more than one and all very sentimental and embarrassing, which Thing has been sworn to never reveal under pain of mutilation

[lisaslosingstreak]

Oh this is soooooo good I’m giddy with pleasure. 🥰🥰

I absolutely love the idea that the Addams welcome Enid so much and they are so genuinely happy and interested in anything she loves, despite her aesthetic being opposite to theirs. Enid knits them all snoods and they wear them so proudly. Why? Because it’s hand made with love, and to them that’s more valuable than any designer item you could buy in a shop.

I’d also like to think that they all ask for a little pink in each snood so Enid is represented in it.

The whole extended family here in this artwork just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.

LOVE IT 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Day 28 - 30: Addams Family and Enid with Snoods on Hallows Eve

Thing took the picture! He has his own snood bundled up on his wrist lol