#enid sinclair has adhd

[moonstonesundrop]

i cant get over the wenclair hug. wednesday, who we know hates physical touch, not only lets enid hug her, but after pushing her back to ensure sure shes okay, pulls enid back in and buries her face in her shoulder and splays her hand across her back like she's trying to feel as much of enid as possible. literally squeezes her eyes shut like she's breathing enid in. im going insane. wenclair s2 NOW

[wu-marcy]

enid is the kind of person to get so immersed in something she forgets to eat, so suddenly in the middle of the day she gets really stressed because something just feels off. wednesday is the kind of person to without so much as turning from her writing machine ask “have you eaten yet” when she hears enid anxiously pacing across the room, saying to herself she does it so that she can focus on her novel and not because she cares about enid

[deputy-jude]

Wenclair for the sole

[noturlondonboy]

Not the Time

Wenclair Oneshot

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Summary: Enid has a gay little moment when Wednesday ultimately succumbs to the exhaustion of being alive.

A/N: one of the first Wenclair oneshots I ever wrote! I’m in love with this show and this ship and want to write for them more. Super excited about S2! Enjoy :)❤️

Enid Sinclair knew three essential things about her roommate.

One, don’t touch Wednesday without permission unless you wanted a knife through your throat.

Two, never insult a member of the Addams family if you wanted to have pleasant dreams.

And three, never interrupt Wednesday’s writing time with pointless questions, or you wouldn’t get another chance to go to bed in the first place.

The first one was hard for Enid and rather disheartening, but she’d take never wolfing out again over making Wednesday physically uncomfortable in a heartbeat. The second one was easy beyond reason; she had nothing bad to say about the Addams’, as they had treated her with nothing but their odd kindness and strangely comforting words. (Not to mention that Thing was practically Enid’s Right Hand Man, after Wednesday’s, of course.)

And the third- well. Enid had never been good at that. It was very clear when Wednesday was starting her writing time. The scraping of that ungodly ancient chair and shuffling of thick paper was unmistakable and unfortunately impossible to miss, especially when paired with a properly deadpan comment of “It’s my writing time now, Enid, and it would do you some good to stay quiet and get your herbology homework done.”

It was very hard to pretend Enid didn’t know it was such, and therefore have an excuse to bother Wednesday, at least once, without more than a scathing glance in retort fusing her lips shut. But she couldn’t help it, she really couldn’t! Enid was a social young wolf, and as easy as it would be to go hang out with Yoko, she had recently found herself wanting to be around Wednesday at every possible chance, even more than usual, especially when those dark eyes were so focused on the task at hand.

Enid wanted to tell Wednesday about her day, and she wanted to know if anything particularly interesting had happened to her roommate in turn. She could usually get a sentence or two out of her if she pouted enough, but most often Thing was eventually sent over to distract her.

It was an odd routine between the two of them. Jittery, anxious energy just begging to be let loose, only to be leashed by the dark force of Wednesday Addams when she was In The Zone.

Normally, Wednesday would stalk into their dorm room and get started on this exact scenario in just a minute or two after her last class or strange activity. She would nod to Enid in acknowledgement, humor her with a bit of conversation while she changed out of her uniform, and then seat herself at her desk.

But today was odd, even for Wednesday.

The week had been lethally long and so boring that Enid was sure she would die on more than one occasion, and her complaints were always met with a sharp comment from Wednesday’s silver tongue about actually taking her ADHD meds for once. Even with them in her system, the teachers had been even drier than usual the last few days, and Enid was ready to claw her hair out if something interesting didn’t happen soon.

So as soon as the door to the room opened with a quiet swish of air, the werewolf was sitting up eagerly on her colorful bed, watching Wednesday with bright eyes.

She froze immediately. Wednesday's hands were clenched tightly and her fingers twitched against her palms, her clomping footsteps uneven and louder than usual as she seethed quietly over to her closet. There was no glance at Thing, no nod to Enid, and no twitch of an intrigued smile at the new cobweb on her side of the room.

Something was wrong. Wednesday Addams was grumpy. She didn’t do grumpy. Only mildly disgruntled.

“Wednesday? Are you okay?” Enid stood carefully, squinting her eyes slightly at her dark little roommate, who was clawing (for lack of a better word) her blazer and vest off with wild abandon like the articles of clothing had personally offended her.

Wednesday gave no answer, only continued to undress and toss her clothes carelessly onto her bed, which in itself was more alarming than the lack of interest for the spiderweb. Wednesday was not a careless person, and Enid knew she hated having her things a mess. Even so, her platforms were chucked under the bed with a jerking rage to her movements as her shirt, skirt and tie joined the pile on the covers, leaving her in her black undergarments.

Enid quickly whipped back towards her side of the room, face burning as Wednesday finished changing. Now was not the time. Her Wednesday was clearly upset.

There was a heated sigh from said Wednesday, closely followed by the scrape of her chair on the floor. Enid turned back, expecting to find the girl’s braids facing her, but was surprised to meet Wednesday’s dark gaze head on.

Enid jumped slightly, startled. She didn’t dare utter a word, not when her roommate had that look on her face, like she wanted to crush the sun between her hands and make herself everyone’s problem. Like she was just daring Enid to say something.

They stared at each other silently, Enid’s shoulders tense. Cold sweat dripped down her back. She resisted the urge to tap against her leg, afraid that movement would set Wednesday off. Even Thing was staying stock still in his little hammock by Wednesday’s cello.

Or maybe he was asleep. Enid couldn’t be sure. He was a hand. It was all very strange.

Another beat, and then Wednesday sat herself down with nothing but a soft breath, her back rigid as she rolled her shoulders in an act that Enid would almost call anxious. If she didn’t have a shred of self-preservation, that is. (She doesn’t, not really.)

A quick glance to Thing confirmed that he was in fact awake, and all he gave her was a confused ‘idk’ before burrowing further into the warmth of his little bed. Enid scowled at him, signing at him that he was no help, even though he couldn’t (hear? See?) her.

The clicking of Wednesday’s old typewriter was slow and uneven. Enid watched the girl cautiously, slowly sitting back down on her bed, her hands under her legs to keep herself from picking at her nails. She watched Wednesday apprehensively, not sure what to do.

Did she dare to say something and ultimately face the price if Wednesday decided to rebuke? Or did she stay silent and try to ignore the way her roomie seemed to be wilting against her desk, her feet (which only had black and white striped socks and no boots, another oddity) no longer pressed completely to the floor, now instead tilting away from each other, like the muscles in her legs were failing to exert themselves enough to do as they should.

“I can feel your horrendously bright eyes burning unpleasant holes through my head, Enid.”

Enid startled yet again, a yelp slipping through her lips as her claws shot out. Wednesday’s voice was quiet and lacking in the solid sternness that was normally paired with her words, and yet she was still imposing from where she sat, several feet away.

“Spit it out,” Wednesday droned, her arms falling into her lap.

A moment.

“You seem tired,” was all Enid could come up with. She scolded herself.

“I am always tired, Enid. The perpetual state of existence that I am forced to be a part of is both exhausting and exhilarating. I delight in the feeling of my blood thickening and weighing my every movement down quite a bit. It provides a challenge, and forces my mind to work harder to be alert.”

Enid blinks at her, absolutely baffled, and Wednesday seems to know this, because she sighs softly out of her nose, and turns her head to see her. Her irises are deep pools of weary intelligence, so dark that Enid swears she could drown in them.

But what really catches her attention are the bruisen circles under Wednesday's eyes.

“Ok, yeah, sure, you’re always tired, existing is a lot, all that good goth stuff- when was the last time you slept, Willa?” Enid inquires boldly, her brow furrowing as she holds herself from walking over to Wednesday to smooth away the crinkle on her forehead. Wednesday would stuff a knife down her throat. Rule number one.

Wednesday’s face doesn’t shift, but she seems to emanate an intent of murder. “My sleeping patterns are not your concern, Enid.”

“It’s that stupid basilisk case you’ve been on, isn’t it?” Enid quickly bites out, suddenly feeling rather upset. “You’ve been distracting me from you being out so late to hunt a giant freaking snake with all the intolerable coddling about me taking my meds.” (The intolerable part is a lie. Enid is very a-okay with the fact that Wednesday pays enough attention to remind her to take her meds.)

“You have medicine for a reason.”

“And the human body needs sleep for a reason.”

“I’m barely human, Enid, we both know this.”

“You’re still way more human than me, Wednesday. And I can barely function most of the time!”

“Exactly, which is why you have medication.”

“Why you- that’s- that’s not the point!” Enid sputtered, ruffled.

Wednesday had that cruel little smirk on her lips that popped the barest hint of a dimple out and made Enid’s cheeks hot at the most inconvenient of times. That unbearably smug little thing…

A yawn interrupts them both and stops Enid’s quip about the change of topic in her throat. A yawn from Wednesday. Enid has a feeling Wednesday’s eyes would betray just how tired and caught off guard she is by this, if only they weren’t scrunched up as she bowed her head into her chest and covered her mouth with her hands.

The amount of devastated whiplash happening in Enid’s head is going to be giving her migraines for days. On one hand, she wants to jump up in a triumphant shout and say that she was right, Wednesday wasn’t sleeping, but on the other, she’s rather distracted by the glimpse of Wednesday’s sharper-than-expected-canines and the way her button nose is scrunching up.

(The teeth thing isn’t weird, Enid swears. She’s a werewolf. She’s allowed to notice teeth. And think they’re attractive. Of course.)

Wednesday is still curled in on herself, as if she’s hiding. If Enid didn’t know better, she’d say her headstrong and impulsive roommate was being shy. (Enid does not know better.)

Wisely refraining from making an extremely gay comment on how cute Wednesday is, Enid instead says, “You need to sleep, Wednesday. I know you think you’re immortal, but I feel like everything that happened with Crackstone and Tyler should put even you in your place about that sort of thing.” The werewolf is suddenly feeling very, very sober at the reminder that they had both almost died just a few short months ago. There’s nothing cute about that. Tiktok is a damned lie.

Wednesday doesn’t seem to have a response for that, but she does look back up to Enid, her eyes trailing to the scars on her face as the muscles behind her heavy eyes seem to loosen, the semi-permanent look of distaste falling into something soft, akin to guilt, as she, too, is reminded of the events of that night.

Enid is not used to Wednesday looking at her scars. She is not used to Wednesday’s eyes on her like that, not at all. She flushes yet again, dipping her head so that her hair falls over them.

Wednesday looks decidedly upset about that.

Refusing to address whatever the actual hell just happened, Enid simply sits up taller, balling her fists in her lap. “You need to sleep tonight, Wednesday.”

“I will.” She’s lying.

“You’re lying.”

“I am not, Enid. I would never.” Yes, she is.

“Yes, you are, and yes, you would. You just did. I know your tells, you little sycophant.”

Wednesday blinks, seemingly taken aback. Quite the oddity. Enid can barely believe it herself.

“Sleep.”

“No.” Dammit.

“I need to write, and then I have more clues to look at. I’m close to cracking this one.”

Enid stands, folding her arms over her chest and grinding her teeth. “It’s really not the time to be stubborn, Willa.”

Surprisingly, Wednesday stands too, her stance lenient as she stalks closer. “It’s what makes me so charming,” she bites out, sarcasm dripping heavily like venom from her sharp tongue.

“There are a lot of things that make you charming, but right now, stubbornness is not one of them,” Enid snaps back before she can take a moment to think over her words. She doesn’t even realize what she’s said until Wednesday pauses yet again, her eyes narrowed into quizital slits.

Hint hint, Enid’s cheeks are once again red. But she doesn’t take it back. Wednesday has been running on empty for days now, and if she has to wrestle the girl into bed and pin her down to hold her there, she will. (She tries not to think too hard about that. Once again, not the time.)

Realizing that Enid is being quite serious for once, Wednesday lets out a huff from her little nose and turns back to her desk to sit down, posture wavering immediately. “One hour. I will write for one hour, and then I will go to bed, as long as you stop talking.”

Enid frowns, knowing it’s the best she’s going to get, but she still doesn’t go back to her bed.

Wednesday is quiet and types for a moment, before shaking her head almost sincerely. “I will sleep, Enid. I promise.”

Enid beams, happy with that answer, and skips on over to jump into her blankets. She sets an alarm on her phone for one hour, and promptly scrolls through her Pinterest with a small seed of contentment in her chest.

It’s not even ten minutes later that Wednesday’s faltering typing stops completely, and Enid waits a moment before peeking up over her pillows to see what her roommate is up to. To her utter shock and complete disbelief, Wednesday is asleep, her dark head of hair slumped forward against her forearm as one hand still lays on the typewriter keys. Her back rises and falls softly, and her black hoodie seems to swallow her up.

Enid swoons.

Careful to be quiet, the werewolf gets back off her bed and steps over the wood board that once held the black tape dividing their room in two. She hasn’t been into Wednesday’s side of the room uninvited in quite a while, and she swears it’s colder and draftier the further in she gets. Typical.

Thing watches her from his hammock with a vague interest as she grabs a blanket off of Wednesday’s bed and goes to drape it over the sleeping girl. She wraps it around her softly and gently takes Wednesday’s hand off of the typewriter, tucking it under her head with the other. She’s honestly surprised that Wednesday hasn’t woken up and cursed her entire bloodline yet. She’s not too entirely opposed to the thought. It’s kind of hot, actually, if she takes a minute to think about it.

(It is, once again, still not the time.)

Wednesday’s cheek is squished against her arm, and Enid decides it’s the best thing she’s ever seen. The girl’s face is softer in sleep, the dying light through their window casting melting shapes over the lines of her jaw, the curve of her nose, the dip of her mouth. Enid cannot help but to stare, and she can’t quite find the strength to stop.

“I haven’t felt her skin on mine since our hug last semester, Thing,” she whispers carefully. “I have dreams about it sometimes, actually.” Enid lets out a tiny laugh. “How embarrassing is that?”

She doesn’t look up to see if he answers or was even listening. She just watches Wednesday, watches to make sure she really is sleeping, that she’s still breathing, that her eyes aren’t twitching behind their lids with nightmares. She doesn’t care how many times Wednesday says she enjoys them. They’re not cool.

Enid holds in a breath and places her hand over Wednesday’s, the tips of her fingers buzzing with the contact.

“She’s still so much warmer than I thought she would be.” Her voice is small and she can hear the disgusting amount of adoration that seeps from it. Wednesday would never stand for this. But Wednesday is asleep, and Enid is greedy, and wants this moment all to herself.

A moment passes, maybe two, maybe minutes, Enid isn’t sure- but she finds her head next to Wednesday’s on the desk, their breathing slow and in sync. Enid feels calm, her heart letting itself just simply be.

“You're so beautiful,” she breathes, hardly aware of how dead she would be if Wednesday woke up right then. She doesn’t quite care. All she knows is that Wednesday is sleeping, and her face has gone from cunningly sharp to peaceful, from a brewing storm to the soft rain of summer.

Enid catches herself and quickly leans back up, dizzy with something she can’t really describe. She should leave. She really should go to her side of the room. There were a few hours before her own bed time, and lots of school work to do.

But when she finally convinced herself through the haze in her head to take her hand away, a small motion and a pulse on one of her fingers kept her there. She freezes, slowly looking down.

Wednesday’s pinky is looped over Enid’s own, and as she holds her breath and makes another attempt to pull away, the hold on it only tightens. Wednesday’s brow seems to furrow. The devastating corners of her taunting mouth pull down.

Enid stops trying. Wednesday’s face melts back into a perfect mask of serenity that has Enid’s knees going weak.

“I won’t leave,” she murmurs, her heart pounding in her ears. “I’ll stay, Willa.” She ever so carefully scoots her way onto the chair with Wednesday, one leg hanging off while her friend is still blessedly seated and stable.

Wednesday makes no move to push her off or wake up- in fact, she seems to lean into Enid, melting against her shoulder. One of her braids falls out of the blanket and over Enid’s arm, and she swears she’s going to die. Again.

Enid can only look at her in awe and do her best to hold back the explosion of gay panic that’s sizzling at the base of her skull. Not the time, not the time, not the time.

She falls asleep like that, her hand interlocked with Wednesday’s, their faces inches apart, soft breaths intermingling. She knows she’ll have a cramp tomorrow. And Wednesday will likely kill her in the most brutal way. But Enid doesn’t mind, not really.

She’s just happy to be there with her.

[miliamin1]

“What is it now?” Wednesday asks gravely, still standing over her.

“I lied.” Enid answers wetly.

“You’re disabled and pay too much for the college tuition to feel guilt over-”

“I lied to my mom about having a girlfriend.” Enid sniffles.

“...and?” Wednesday tenses for a moment.

“So when I come home for Christmas alone she will restart the ‘Enid isn’t really gay’ agenda.” More tears again so she rubs at her eyes.

“How much did you lie?” Wednesday asks sitting down.

“I- just mentioned last June in a phone call fight that I’m dating a woman to prove a point. Somehow. I don’t know.  I think she got too sick to continue so I didn’t elaborate. And I-” Enid swallows heavily” I might have mentioned going on a date to cut a call short. Or being on a date. Maybe once when you were hearable in the background. Oh god.” She hides her face in hands.

“Only me?”

“Yeah I say it when I’m home, when I’m out I use going to a class excuse-”

Wednesday interrupts her in a contemplative tone “Do you need a perfect partner or a menace to make her regret budding into your dating life?” When Enid looks up at her the goth is looking far into distance, hand loosely over her mouth.

Enid squints at her before shaking her aching head and wincing “I- perfect partner I guess so she would shut up that only being with a man would make me happy. Or something. I don’t want to remember specific-”

“I can do that." 

“What?” Enid mumbles, rubbing her forehead.

“Play a perfect partner.” Wednesday's head turns to stare.

“... what?” Enid repeats faintly, with fingers to her temples.

Wednesday’s voice is casual but her eyes are intense. “I can be an objectively perfect romantic partner. We’re the same age, I’m attractive, more than able bodied, I have a successful career although I would have to reveal my pen name for that but even otherwise I’m independently wealthy anyway, well educated and I know etiquette to mask well enough. I can’t do anything about the inescapable impression of inhumanity but with my perfect manners complaining about that while sounding sane isn’t achievable. Then there’s atheism and Mexican heritage which could be problems according to your family. I doubt I can pass off as religious but if anyone asks I can just start speaking fluent French and talk about my European immigrant mother. Depends on how racist your family is.”

Pressing with fingers onto the head to make it work didn't help. She's been holding her breath too. “Wens- what- wait.”

“You stopped crying. Good.”

“You were joking to make me stop crying?”

“No. My offer is serious. As long as you won’t cry at me about it again.” Wednesday raises an eyebrow momentarily.

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Hi, may I interest you in a pretend relationship Christmas fic a month after? Just don't expect them to actually respect christianity.

Christmas Eve(L) (24096 words) by miliamin Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair Characters: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Enid Sinclair's Brothers, Esther Sinclair (Wednesday), Murray Sinclair Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Christmas Fluff, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Angst, Oblivious Enid Sinclair, Bisexual Enid Sinclair, Autistic Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair Has ADHD Summary: Lying for months about having a girlfriend so that her mother will stop her biphobic comments is close to blowing up in Enid’s face as she's about to leave for her Christmas break alone. But her hot, spooky roommate really loathes her tears so a plan to prevent her from admitting to lying is formed.

[car1y-quinn]

Wednesday Addams headcanons

Has autism - would explain lack of emotion and tough understanding of others emotions and her own, high iQ and hyper fixation on all things dreary and murderous. As well as some other things)

Demisexual/biromantic - gender doesn’t matter to her. But she never really had sexual or romantic feelings until she was older, but the sexual feelings are more for the person she falls in love with)

Eventually she starts to like some color in her life. Halloween colors only(gotta stay on brand) . Like red, purple and orange

Starts using a smart phone. Mostly just to text people sometimes, but also because it’s convenient for taking photos and jotting down notes/ recording notes at crimes scene.

Goes to college to be a writer and detective, dabbles in journalism

Musical prodigy- Learns other instruments, excels at them and has an easy time learning them. Really likes piano and bass guitar

Adopts a tarantula and names it goody

Hangs out with Enid more and they become close

Has depression

Gets into horror manga because of Enid (Enid hates horror manga though) but she used to argue with Enid and tell her ‘it’s not real literature’

Atheist

Enid Sinclair headcanons

Has adhd (Cute puppy can’t sit still and has lots of energy)

Gets anxiety (never social anxiety, unless you count having low self-esteem and self doubts, because of her mother)

Loves meat

Is allergic to chocolate and can’t have much dairy (werewolf thing) basically can only eat what dogs eat

Likes reading manga and watching anime

Secret weeb

She’s a Christian or Catholic (I’m not religious so I don’t know too much about it) she just has those vibes to me

Likes piano

Loves romance - movies, books, anything she can get her hands on. She is the ultimate shipper!

Likes Kpop and Korean and Japanese fashion

Sexuality - She’s queer, but hasn’t come out to herself yet(I like the lesbian headcanon, but can also see her being bisexual/biromantic)

Feels the need to show off and get attention because she doesn’t feel good enough, so she hides it behind her cheery disposition :(

Her claws pop out when she’s emotional(mostly when she’s scared or angry, sometimes when she’s simping for the one she’s into) ;)

Her ears and tail pop out when she’s excited and happy. She has a tendency to flap her tail against things when she’s excited

[rtc-confessions]

Alright, y'all asked for this, this is the first OC I've got out of.....God knows how many. Just to note, I'm autistic and I have ADHD, so most, if not all of mine will not be neurotypical. (I do have a picture for this OC, but IDK if this will accept it) (CW: hospital mention, a ton of injuries, bees

Name: Brynn McCoy Age: 15 Birthday: August 19th Zodiac Sign/Nature: Leo, the sunny nature. Favorite Ride: Happy Honeybee Ride. RTC Superlative Title (The __est boy/girl/kid/etc in town): The Most Outgoing Girl in Town. Catchphrase: "There's nothing that can't be solved with some music, a funny cat video, or some duct tape." Short Karnak-style Backstory: Brynn was born to two first-generation Canadians; her father is a police officer and the son of an Irish textile worker and a British banker while her mother is a stay-at-home mom and a beekeeper and the daughter of two Ukrainian immigrants, one a seamstress and the other a farmer. While not exactly the richest family, they managed to make do with what they have. Due to her hyperactive nature, Brynn was diagnosed with ADHD when she was six years old, but due to her need to check on the bees at least once a day, listen to her favorite songs at least once a day, and other ritualistic behaviors along with a delay in certain milestones, she was diagnosed with autism at age 9. Brynn adored the small town of Uranium City, despite the dreariness of it, and made a promise to herself to make at least one person smile each day, having meltdowns whenever she went a day without making someone smile. This pushed her to study other people and figure out what they liked, making her a friendly face around Uranium City and earning her the title of the Most Outgoing Girl in Town. Some random facts about Brynn: -Pan and has a crush on another one of my OCs who is a girl from Ukraine. -Extremely accident-prone, is on a first name basis with hospital staff. -She likes mosquito bites, something about feeling alive. -If there's a female cartoon character that's hyperactive, bubbly, sweet, cute, and wants to make others smile, chances are that she has them as a comfort character. -Primary Comfort Characters are Pinkie Pie, Enid Sinclair, Star Butterfly, and Mabel Pines. -Has been a Girl Guide (Canadian Girl Scout) since she was 5. -Nicknamed the Bunny-Bee Princess of St. Cassian. -Makes funny commentary during arguments as a coping mechanism. -Has a special interest in bees along with arts and crafts. -Soprano/Alto alternating in the choir. -Rejection Sensitive. -Favorite song is Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Meatloaf and The Smile Song from MLP. -If she was a magical girl, this is what her transformation would look like: Brynn takes out a wand with a top that looks like the combination of a disco ball and the top of one of those honey wand things.

"Let's get buzzy on the dance floor!" she exclaims. 

Catchy disco music with a slight modern twist plays as a multicolored dance floor appears underneath her and a disco ball above her. As she dances, her transformation gives her hair a 1970s disco dancer look and honey bee antennae appear. Her clothes change to a bee-striped dress with disco ball shimmer, and disco dancer sleeves, cute gloves with a small honeybee on each one and glittering gold platform shoes. She gets honey-gold eyeshadow, bold mascara and eyeliner to make her eyes look bigger, black lipstick, neon flowers on each cheek, and her irises change to a honey gold.

"Let the music move you, let the groove flow through you; I'm Disco Honey!"

She ends in a cute pose.

List of things Brynn has done in her life thusfar: (and has somehow not died from any of them)

1. Learned a Ukrainian song in (roughly) the span of two days after listening to it a bunch to impress the girl she has a crush on.

2. Decorated her Bible with honeybee scratch-n-sniff stickers that smell like honey. (Also asked if it was a sin to do so.)

3. Hung upside down in a tree for so long that she passed out and when she woke up, it was like 3 am, she was covered in mosquito bites, and her dad and his cop buddies were climbing up the tree to get her down and she had to go to the hospital to check for brain damage. 

4. Hung onto some monkey bars past the recess bell until her dad picked her up after school.

5. Had a conversation with Jesus as she was doing so.

6. Went as a washing machine for Halloween at His advice in grade 3.

7. Went as a Biblically-accurate angel in grade 7, wearing the costume to school on Halloween.

8. Cried during a Christmas party because she thought Jesus was in all of the crackers there.

9. Watched that Spongebob Christmas Special and tried to climb our Christmas tree so that she could be the star on top like Patrick when she was 6. And fell off the tree.

10. Had a hyperfixation on penguins when she was 8 and tried to slide down an icy hill on her belly like they did. And blacked out and ended up in the hospital. Again.

11. Chose to be a hunter wolf when she played wolf clans at recess because it gave her an excuse to run around the playground, until she got demoted to medicine wolf because she kept crashing into trees.

12. Once said what she thought was a bad word and so she cleaned out my mouth with soap and accidentally swallowed the soap bar.

13. Tried to eat cake while sleeping and woke up coughing.

14. Dressed up as a flower and sat by the apiary to see if the bees would try to suck nectar from her.

15. Tested to see if banana peels are slippery like in cartoons. 16. Tried to use a sleigh as a winter surfboard once. 17. Tried to build a castle out of girl guide cookie boxes and fell off the ladder. (Yeah, I might have a problem.)

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[nickeverdeen]

Hey! I just sent in a matchup request for TUA and Wednesday but I think I did some of it wrong and forgot to add some stuff so I'm just re-writing it rq, sorry if this causes trouble!

Likes: theatre, animals, the ocean, sunsets. movies, sleeping, being with people I love, horses, hugs.

Dislikes: General bigotry, any type of abuse, toxic ppl, loud noises, specific food textures, certain fabric textures, closing night shows, people who overstep my boundaries.

Pronouns: She/her

Personality: I am a big talker. I never shut tf up. I do have ADHD so I tend to sturggle a lot with social cues and other things. I always try my best to be there for others and be kind as much as I can. When someone makes me uncomfortable I freeze and feel like I am about to shut down. I do think I may have some form of CPTSD but I don't want to jump to any conclusions. I am a big theatre kid, you bring up any of my favourite musials? Your afternoon is now booked with me rambling about why I love said musical so much and me analyzing some of the songs and explaining in full detail why I think they make such a big impact on the show. I have a huge soft spot for animals and I have had one for them for as long as I can remember. I sob my eyes out whenever I watch an animal movie or war movie, or any movie remotely similar to Instant Family.

Hey, it doesn’t cause any problems, I just don’t know if you want a male or female match-up so I did both - hope that’s okay

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Your The Umbrella Academy match is…

Viktor Hargreeves

It was never said in the show but I do think that as soon as Viktor could he went to some theater plays

Really likes them

Viktor loves both sunset and sunrise

If you two were to travel into a different country on holiday he’d definetly book a place where is ocean

For a date he’d probably prepare a movie night in his house or yours

That would be up to you

Vik is pretty touch-starved so be prepared for a lot of hugs and cuddles and kisses in private

Yet in public he just gives you hugs as he’s not a fan of PDA

He would never even yell at you so there is a -1000% possibility of abuse from him

Also hates loud noises so he wouldn’t even get near them with you

Viktor would never dare to overstep your boundaries and he makes sure of that

If anyone would he isn’t afraid to let his protective side show

He’s not much of a talker and prefers to listen so you two have a perfect dynamic

He listens and you talk

Always there to help you with your ADHD

Like he helps you with work or assignments and their deadlines

I can’t really say as I don’t have ADHD and don’t want to offend or misunderstand it

Viktor would sometimes vent about his problems to you

No matter what he thinks you’re the modt amazing and kindest person he ever met

(Sorry Sissy)

Again if someone would make you uncomfortable he’d be quick to stand up for you and give them piece of mind

Quickly after that checks up on you if you’re alright

He’s more than willing to take you to a doctor and see if you’d be diagnosed with CPTSD

(CPTSD = Complex PTSD)

Enjoys listening to you talking about music in general

Plays violin for you sometimes if you want to

He’s just like you with movies

Cries whenever an animal dies or a war movie is up

Your Wednesday match is…

Enid Sinclair

She’s a big lover of animals, movies and sunsets too

As we all know Enid loves hugs

She loves animals

(Is technically one herself)

Cuddles every night

Big fan of PDA but has her limits

Movie dates are definetly booked for you two

She is a sweet person, but if anyone would lay their hands on you…

Wish them luck

Enid is also a bug talker, but she can also be a big listener at times

Couldn’t care less about your conditions as she like Vik loves you for who you are

Jealous Ajax

Cries whenever an animal dies in a movie a lot

She’s not into war movies as that’s too brutal for her

Meeting her parents might be slightly uncomfortable, but she’d make sure they won’t say anything rude

Barely leaves your side

Constantly comes up with ideas on what to do when you’re bored

Enid tried to draw you once

(Ended up horribly)

Comforts you whenever you feel down

And you comfort her whenever she feels down

Stealing glances all the time

Cheek kisses when she’s running late

Buys you random stuff that you might like ‘cause it’s Enid after all

Matching outfits 100%

[moonstonesundrop]

continuing the gomezification of wednesday imagine when they're older and wen still gives enid trinkets like a cat. but she has to go to like. walgreens. to get them. the cashier sees this short goth chick come in once a week to retrieve a rainbow squishmallow or a hot pink unicorn and they never ask questions because this woman looks like she will commit unholy crimes if questioned. i love wenclair.

[mogai-headcanons]

from wednesday ( 2022 )

wednesday addams is an arospec, lesbian, asexual, agender, non-binary, vampgender, demondivine, vampgothic, inkbloodlovic, obsessapphic, oddthing, eldritchpet, axemaiden, moonmaiden, moongender, horrormaiden, ghostmaiden, vampmaiden, villaithing, bloodcovic, hauntedcute, bloodedic, evilcesse, eldrilovic, demonpet, eldritchsister, cleavermaiden, moonidollic, moonbeing, moonsquidgender, corruptgirl, girlvessel, paranolovic, humanish, horrorgirl, girlbeing, nightcreature, vampcreature, arothing, acething, autithing, horrorbeing, voidthing, moonthing, eldritchgirl, autibeing, arobeing, evilthing, bloodthing, eldrenic, gorebeing, sumoureic, moonness, gothgirlic, elegoric, intestearial, gothcattic, timarix, moonouryic, psychicnouryic, eldritchhoard, fleshthing, cieroutric, deepalthic, arothing, acething, lesbithing, demonenic, coffeinvica, espenic, sistergender, eldrellis, obsessgore, hauntedlexic, nightmarelady, arolady, lesbilady psychic who uses he/it/xe/she/vae/they/blood/death/gore/dark/void/haunt/evil/axe/scythe/moon/craze/corpse/kill/knife/stab/rot/gut/rib/slit/slice/that thing/ruin/bleed/misery/slash/massacre/scar/decay/🖤/🩸 pronouns. he has depression, schizophrenia, bpd, autism, and npd with a special interest in writing, death, gothic literature, and playing the cello.

it’s girlfriend is enid sinclair, a lesbian, demisexual, transfem, demigirl, girlflux, girlboy, girlboyflux, boyflux, lesbicute, cutegender, pinkgender, bungender, catgender, pupgender, fairysweetic, jellybride, oddthing, cutefreak, fawnthing, sunmaiden, sungender, catmaiden, idolcute, lacegirl, cutehoarder, cutemaiden, sillymaiden, etherealthing, angelmaiden, jellymaiden, cutepet, cutescare, bunfettic, idolpet, confettipupgender, sunidollic, cutebloomic, sunbeing, pupsquidgender, sunsquidgender, fembimfunpartic, gfthing, girlboyfriend, cutebeing, girlbeing, idoladove, cutecreature, jellyfishgirl, jellyfishthing, sweetgelicess, sweetcatic, cutiepenamic, cutefearic, cutething, idojellita, jellycatian, andollitic, lovelita, puppygirl, lovelettic, magimasc, lambcute, sillything, autithing, sunthing, autibeing, pinkcute, catpwupic, lesbithing, jellidolic, adhdbeing, adhdthing, squidgirl, squidfem, sumoureic, sunness, mascpinkic, lovething, sunouryic, poppapinkic, peppermeowntgender, prettygender, 🌈emojic, caninething, wolfthing, angelenic, cutenic, rainbowsockin, yellowpinkgender, sylvenic, sylveonthing, sylveonlexic, dessertmaiden, kisslexic, lesbilady, sunshinething werewolf who uses she/they/cute/pink/love/angel/bun/blush/plush/heart/<3/soft/fairy/frill/kiss/angel/adore/kit/sylvie/lace/bloom/cake/mew/melody/adorb/twirl/cher/darling/lovey/lovely/shimmer/pup/puppy/wolf/bunni/kit/bubbly/yip/glitter/claw/woof/howl/paw/🌈/💕 pronouns. she has autism, adhd, spd, and anxiety, with a special interest in myths and online blogging, and a hyperfixation in my little pony and werewolf-related media.

queued!

[acesophiewalten]

Oh also more things about this au:

I’ve decided there will be characters from other adaptations in this, so Aunt Ophelia is there and she still looks like Carolyn Jones and you can pry her from my cold dead hands

Enid Sinclair is also there, as are Cousin Itt and Margaret Alford

Again it’s not all angst! Pugsley and Wednesday get stuff to do that’s actually fun!!

Pugsley specifically bc nobody uses him in any new stuff and I think that’s criminal

He gets some very cool new friends and spends a lot of time just chilling with Grandmamma and Ophelia

Idk if I’m gonna have Pubert in it bc I have no idea what to do with them

Wednesday on the other hand is getting a love interest (Enid)

I wanted it to be Lucas but I weighed the pros and cons and I think Enid is better for this ver of Wednesday than Lucas

Also there’s no other Wednesday characters, just Enid and maybe Yoko

Morticia does NOT like her

After Debbie she doesn’t trust blondes

Grandmamma is just chilling, casting her curses and trying to help her grandkids with their stuff

Same with Thing

Oh and in this au he has a box like in the sitcom cause I think that gag is fantastic

Uhh that’s all the fun stuff I can think of

THASTS REALLY COOL ACTUALLY

i haven't watched wednesday but. can morticia get over her blondie trauma to be friends with enid. adhd daughter in law and autism mother in law.

[noturlondonboy]

Nails on the Chalkboard of My Heart

Wenclair Oneshot

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Summary: It’s a dark and stormy night… and Wednesday decides to paint Enid’s nails in an effort to help the werewolf calm down. Fluffy confessions and silly gay girl antics ensue.

A/N: I really did love writing this one, I love blorbos painting each other’s nails. They’re so stinking cute. Enjoy!

Warnings: that good ole lesbian make out sesh don’t ya know

It was storming outside when Wednesday returned back to the dorm to find a shivering Enid tucked away under the covers. The lightning and thunder had been going raucously for about an hour now, and the walls shook from the force of the wind. Wednesday almost smiled at the rain lashing the windows.

Setting her bag on her desk, Wednesday quickly changed into her hoodie and sweats while doing her best to ignore the whimpering coming from the other side of the room. Enid never did well during large thunderstorms. She had told her as such, even explaining that she was used to handling them just fine alone, as none of her family had ever bothered to comfort her. That tidbit has nagged restlessly at Wednesday, but she brushed it off and didn’t press questions.

Now, though, after 30 minutes of sitting silently in front of her typewriter with nothing to show for it, after 30 minutes of Enid crying softly under her thick blankets all alone, after 30 minutes of “my parents had better things to do than trying to get me to stop cowering” ringing through her head in Enid’s gentle diction, something in Wednesday’s chest gave a terrible ache. She ripped the useless paper from the machine in front of her and crumpled it with one hand before tossing it in the trash bin like it had personally offended her.

Thing appeared on her desk, somehow knowing he was about to be summoned. Wednesday nodded, turning to face him. “Enid’s noise canceling headphones broke last week after Xavier’s idiotic little stunt with the lunch trays. Grab my pair from under my bed and take them to her while I clean up,” she ordered quietly, already starting to tidy her desk back to how she liked it.

Morticia and Gomez had gifted them both a set of headphones once they had heard of Enid’s ADHD. They had already been preparing to do so after Wednesday’s official autism diagnosis, but hurried the purchase in order to supply them both before the new school year.

Thing gave a little one-fingered salute and scurried off to do what he was told, jolting at the lightning but giving no protest. The girl sighed and rolled her shoulders. The crick in her neck had grown especially agonizing over the last week, and while she normally enjoyed pain, this was more annoying than anything else.

There was muffled conversation from Enid, but her sounds of distress stopped while she presumably accepted the headphones and put them on. Wednesday closed her eyes, letting out a sigh from her nose. Maybe she could pretend to stall by reorganizing her entire bookshelf for the third time, when in reality all that was happening was a mental preparation for what she was about to do.

A strike of lightning pierced the night and rattled the walls, leaving the dorm room in momentary blackness. Enid lets out a shriek, her tears evident in the warble in her throat. But like a wraith, Wednesday is by her side the moment the lights come back on, unable to stop herself from holding back.

Another yelp from the Werewolf, who jumped and scrambled back on her bed. Wednesday reached forward quickly to cradle the girl’s face and pull her closer, her knees subsequently ending up on the colorful covers.

Enid freezes, tearful eyes wide, the black headphones askew on her head. They both hold their breaths, but Wednesday is the first to move, carefully taking her roommate’s hand to pull her back properly onto her own bed. Enid only obeys, expression dizzy as it darts between the point of contact and the lack of a scowl on the Latina’s face.

Once Enid is resettled, Wednesday busies herself with going through the drawers of her nightstand and desk. Her mind is running unfortunately much quicker than she likes, but her senses sharpen with each whimper from the puppy waiting for her just feet away.

Black and pink nail polish secured in her palm, she sits with her legs crossed in front of Enid and fixes the headphones back into place. The werewolf sat stockstill, only moving to flinch at the thunder.

“I’m going to turn some music on for you, and then I’m going to paint your nails, and we’re not going to talk- understood?” Wednesday says softly, pulling her rarely used phone from her pocket and opening up Spotify. Enid seems only capable of gaping, her wet cheeks glowing pink.

Wednesday presses play on a shared playlist of theirs (which mainly consisted of very limited Kpop, Cigarettes After Sex, Melanie Martinez, and classical cello arrangements) before setting her phone aside and putting her palm out. Enid stared at it for a moment before realizing what she wanted and giving her hand over.

They both jolted once their fingers met, but Wednesday just pulled Enid’s arm closer with a gentle reverence and uncapped one of the polishes to begin painting.

Enid watched her in silent awe, ears blessedly full of something other than the thunderstorm. Wednesday worked in careful precision, stroking one finger at a time to stimulate the claws that hid under the skin so she could coat the polish on. She did it in one full stroke, because she was an Addams and did everything perfectly, her dark eyes almost warm as she waited a moment for the paint to set before moving on to the next.

There was much to be said, of course, about the colors Wednesday had chosen. Pink and black, to symbolize the two of them, in a pattern of every-other.

A crash of thunder hit Nevermore, and Enid jumped at the vibrations as they rattled the wooden boards around them. Wednesday held her hands still, her thumb drawing slow circles into her wrists until she was calm again. When another loud bang had Enid’s claws slipping out involuntarily, the result of which was a red nick in Wednesday’s skin, the goth only pressed a kiss to Enid’s knuckles to steady her (and make her blush like a volcano?? C'mon Enid get it together) instead of lashing out like the werewolf had feared.

A bright flash set the world outside momentarily ablaze. Enid flinched and curled into herself, her hands pulling away from Wednesday to ball together close to her chest. When she came back around with the gentle melody of Apocalypse soothing her sensitive ears, Wednesday was hovering close, hands shaped like she would be cupping Enid’s cheeks if she just moved forward about two inches.

Enid watched her, blinking the tears away as her heart settled, and gave herself no time to think. She leaned forward and nestled her jaw into Wednesday Addams’ palms, the wonderful touch of skin on skin melting the fear away. Dark eyes bore into baby blues, and Wednesday idly wondered what her parents would say if they saw her like this, calm and warm and making a willing effort to provide comfort to someone such as Enid.

“You’re alright,” she whispered, even as she very well knew that Enid couldn’t hear her- though the girl’s eyes darted down to read her lips. “It can’t hurt you. Not while I’m here.”

And Enid watches as she always had, cheeks warm and marveling silently as Wednesday retracted, carefully cleaning any smudged polish before reapplying the color where it was needed. Once Enid’s nails were successfully painted, Wednesday held her fingers gingerly to blow on them until they were dry. Her breath was warm, and soothed the ache in her knuckles.

The two stared at each other, Enid taking the headphones off and setting them aside. The storm had thankfully dimmed to a drizzle. The pitter patter of the raindrops was soothing and much preferred over heavy thunder and lightning.

Wednesday felt her stomach roiling at the entire interaction. Who was she, Wednesday Addams, to be painting the nails of this strange girl? Who was she to calm and to help, when all her life, she had only been a dark thing of madness? Who was she… to Enid?

Wednesday was so caught up in her head that it took her a long moment to realize that Enid’s face had melted into a mask of awed serenity, and the expression was held only for Wednesday. The werewolf watched her so intensely that Wednesday could feel the cool water of her eyes, imagining what her fingers would do if pushed through impossibly soft golden hair.

“Thank you,” Enid suddenly breathed, her heart in her throat. Something was clawing away at her lungs, stealing her breath. Her very bones seemed to ring. “Thank you,” she said again, aching and aching for Wednesday to stay, to keep touching her, to touch her more.

Somehow, Wednesday saw that want, saw right through her as she always did and always would. She cleared her throat, her mouth suddenly very, very dry, the words burning on her tongue.

“Anything you wish of me, Enid, I will do. And if it is not what you desire, then I will leave you in peace, away from my darkness and pain that trails me as if a shadow forever imprinted. But you- I can’t…” She swallowed thickly. Enid’s eyes were wide, a blush rising on her freckled cheeks. Wednesday desperately wanted to touch them. “I believe that I have fallen victim to the Addams Family curse, to love fiercely and everlastingly. I can feel it swelling within me, a heart I didn’t know I had.”

Wednesday didn’t really know what she was doing, why she was saying this. But the words had started and her chest had screamed so desperately for what it truly wanted, what it had been waiting for all this time.

“I think… that you have entranced me, utterly entranced me in every way any wicked woman could think of.” Another swallow, tightening the hold their fingers had on each other. Enid’s face was a furnace, her lips parted and heart beating furiously.

How did she respond to this? How did she explain to Wednesday that she had discovered that her darker counterpart and undying crush was her mate only weeks ago, a revelation that had sent her into a tizzy so bad she had been bedridden for hours? She wasn’t sure she even remembered how to speak.

Wednesday’s pupils were blown wide, her eyes large and dark and swallowing Enid whole. She wanted to be laid to rest in those eyes. But Wednesday heard no response, and her mind faltered. She had been so sure in that moment that her wolf would return the affection, would recognize the confession for what it was. The plea in her voice, the promise to do and be anything Enid asked.

“If you- if you do not feel the same way, Enid, I would understand, and I would not blame you. Turn me away and I would trek to the edges of the Earth if that is where you want me. But if you wish for me to stay… I am devoted to you, to your happiness, your pleasure, your mind and soul. I am caught in your beastly claws and yours to do with what you will.” And she waited, her ribs throbbing as her heart pumped blood harshly through her. Wednesday Addams laid herself out for the first time in her miserable life, completely true and bare for someone else.

How had painting nails turned into this? What could have possibly possessed her today?

Enid, in turn, was still doing her best to wrap her poor little gay head around Wednesday’s words. This was too good to be true, it- it couldn’t possibly be real. And normally if she were called beastly by anyone else, she would claw their face off. But with Wednesday calling her that… Shit. It honest to gods turned her on.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, but closed it again with absolutely no idea what to say. But… did she even really need words? Wednesday was stating this verbally because she knew it was the best way to get through to Enid. The darker girl had always shown her true feelings through actions, but to get through her thick werewolf skull, the words were easiest.

Enid thought she should return the favor. Tell Wednesday that she felt the same, show her she felt the same. That she would push herself to every possible limit for Wednesday, would do anything she ever asked, would rip her own heart out if it meant her mate would give her a rare smile.

And to show her, Enid knew there was only one option. They were in too deep- far too deep, to settle for anything less than razor sharp exactness.

Wednesday watched her with wide eyes, cheeks dark and lips parted almost grimly. There was no more room for waiting. Enid set aside the nail polish bottles, crawled forward to gently nudge her way between Wednesday's knees, and kissed her without a moment to waste.

Wednesday gasped and jolted away as her heart shrieked, lips burning furiously. She stared; Enid stared back. The werewolf looked ready to fling herself off of their balcony. But Wednesday fisted the soft blonde hair at the back of her head and pulled her forward with no small amount of desperation, reconnecting their mouths before she could let herself think.

There was another gasp, then a sigh, followed by a moan as Enid pushed into her closer until Wednesday was pressed on her back, braids messy and thrown over the bed. The wolf’s weight on her smaller body was warm and alluring, fading into the back of her mind as soft lips devoured her whole.

Gods, Wednesday had never seen so much color. It burst into fireworks over her eyelids as Enid kissed her and kissed her, a silver tongue dipping hotly into her mouth to flick over her canines and taste the cruel words Wednesday Addams preferred to so generously wield.

Enid’s heart burst in her chest as the girl beneath her responded ever so eagerly to her lips, tangling their legs together and using her cold, delicate hands to cup the werewolf’s cheeks and pull her closer, always closer, her perfect nails scratching softly at her skin just below the Hyde scars. A purr built up and tumbled out of her throat, startling Wednesday so much that she broke away, cheeks deliciously flushed and chest working hard to keep breathing.

Enid stopped too, unable to squash the mortified look on her face as the purr persisted, rumbling softly in the back of her throat. She knew if her wolf had its way, a golden tail would be wagging furiously. She would’ve died from embarrassment alone.

Wednesday’s mouth had gone slack, her obsidian eyes wide and a bit glazed as she stared so intently at Enid she might as well have been stripping her right then and there.

“I didn’t know that you could- that you would… make that noise,” she muttered, one hand moving to settle on Enid’s waist while the other stayed where it rested on her scarred cheek. Her fingertips were cold, yet left a blazing trail as they flittered like dark little mourning doves over fairer skin.

“Werewolves only purr for their mate,” Wednesday said slowly, cautiously, doing her damn best to gauge the expressions flashing over Enid’s face so quickly she could barely decipher half of them. Most depicted a horrified desire to forget the balcony and just head straight for a window. “Only- their mate.”

Enid could only stare at Wednesday, at her inky hair and adorable bangs, the freckles smattered over dark skin that was normally as pale as death but now shone red, the depthless eyes that threatened to drown her every morning when she awoke. Mate. Her mate, watching her closely as one would a spooked animal.

What was there to say? Wednesday stated the fact, because Enid truly had purred, was still purring, even as she scrambled for the words to save her sorry ass from the rejection of an Addams daughter. She was still hovering over said Addams, such a welcome shadow on her colorful bedspread.

“Am I your mate, Enid Sinclair?” Wednesday whispered, her lips barely moving as she used her hand to tug the blonde fully on top of her by her waist, the purr halted for only a second by a nervous whine. Her eyelashes fluttered, and a smirk- no, a grin- tipped the corners of her mouth up until perfect teeth almost showed through those taunting lips.

Taunting lips that Enid wanted to kiss again very, very much.

Wednesday repeated her question, her words almost slurred as she breathed them. There was something on her face, in the lines of her cheekbones and the dip of her chin, the curve of her jaw, that spoke of something dangerous. Insatiable. Enid couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

But as soon as she came up with it -hunger- she let out a low whimper and somehow pressed impossibly closer until her warmth was Wednesday's warmth, until her breath was Wednesday’s breath. “Yes,” she whispered, begged, might as well have screamed for what that one word did.

Wednesday Addams surged up to capture the wolf’s lips in her own and throw her off balance in order to straddle her waist, the words melting into their mouths.

Words they never really needed to say.

Not that Enid would even know how to speak in the first place, after Wednesday had her way with her.

[miliamin1]

"So the sudden deathmatch over there doesn't bother you?" Barclay asks Enid.

The werewolf looks around for a beat and then shrugs. "They're staying far enough away."

"And you don't want to join them."

"Why would I join their constant battles about territories and hierarchy?" Enid shrugs again and resumes her head on a dark shoulder position. Then she sticks her nose into the tan neck like an eager cat poking vulnerable parts for fun. Her sheathed claws show in Wednesday’s periphery to guide the suddenly frozen tan arm to keep moving the fork.

"Because every other Fur is violently losing their minds more than usual right now?" the vampire continues her line of questioning.

Enid hums in thought. "Sounds like seed anise extract." She reaches for her empty plate and sniffs it. "Yep, it was in the meat."

The annoying tick makes a circle with her wrist. "Wanna elaborate bestie?"

"School packs are unstable. Constant power struggles. Lowered inhibition caused fights over the smallest dispute on who can touch what. And who can touch who."

"And you're fine," the vampire says doubtfully.

"Noone ever touches Wednesday."

The trio gapes again and Wednesday drinks from her cup to avoid looking at their faces. She’s just here to eat, their reaction to sound logic is none of her business. ---

The matter of exclusive privileges (3006 words) by miliamin Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair Characters: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Divina (Wednesday), Yoko Tanaka, Bianca Barclay Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Getting Together, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Love Potion/Spell, extremely peripheral, Humor, Autistic Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair Has ADHD, One Shot, Wednesday Addams is Soft for Enid Sinclair Summary: It is Wednesday's awful luck that on the day she didn't have any coffee, all the werewolves lost their minds and started fighting. But Enid joining them in territorial violence turns out to not be the problem she should've expected.

[rayofsunburst]

Love In Violence | A Wednesday Fanfiction

By RayOfSunburst / Ray Storm Molan

SUMMARY:

TBD

may contain spoilers

unpublished/work in progress

includes:

- Edits

- Aesthetic Boards

- Quote Scenes

will post on:

- Archive Of Our Own / AO3

- Wattpad

- TikTok

- Facebook

- Instagram

- Tumblr

- Pinterest

CHARACTERS: [MAIN]

- Original Female Character

- Tyler Galpin|Hyde

CHARACTERS: [RECURRING]

- Wednesday Addams

- Enid Sinclair

- Xavier Thorpe

- Bianca Barcley

- Thing Addams

- Marissa Weems

- Donovan Galpin

- Marilyn Thornhill|Laurel Gates

CHARACTERS: [GUEST]

- Morticia Addams

- Gomez Addams

- Pugsley Addams

- Lurch Addams

- Eugene Ottinger

- Ajax Petropolus

- Valerie Kinbott

- Francoise Slyvanne-Galpin

- Joseph Crackstone

- Goody Addams

- Nathaniel Faulkner

SHIPS:

- Original Female Character/Tyler Galpin|Hyde

- Enid Sinclair/Ajax Petropolus

- Morticia Addams/Gomez Addams

RELATIONSHIPS:

- Original Female Character & Wednesday Addams

- Tyler Galpin & Hyde

- Tyler Galpin & Donovan Galpin

- Tyler Galpin & Marilyn Thornhill|Laurel Gates

- Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair & Thing

- Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair

- Wednesday Addams & Xavier Thorpe

- The Addams Family & Goody Addams

TAGS:

- Author is a Tyler Galpin Apologist

- Angst with a Happy Ending

- Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con

- Dom/Sub Undertones

- FemDom

- Falling In Love

- Hurt/Comfort

- Trauma

- Aromantic Asexual Wednesday Addams

- Autistic Wednesday Addams

- Wednesday Addams is Bad at Feelings

- Hyde Tyler Galpin

- Good Person Tyler Galpin

- Dark Tyler Galpin

- Hurt Tyler Galpin

- Abused Tyler Galpin

- Touch-Starved Tyler Galpin

- Submissive Tyler Galpin

- Tyler Galpin Needs a Hug

- Tyler Galpin has PTSD

- Tyler Galpin and The Hyde are Different Personalities

- Master/Hyde Dynamics

- Hyde Lore

- Marilyn Thornhill|Laurel Gates is Her Own Warning

- Marilyn Thornhill|Laurel Gates Bashing

- Creepy Marilyn Thornhill|Laurel Gates

- THORNHILL ABUSED HIM I WILL FIGHT YOU ON THIS

- Bad Parent Donovan Galpin

- Platonic Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair

- Enid Sinclair & Thing Friendship

- Enid Sinclair Has ADHD

- Enid Sinclair is a Ray of Sunshine

- Good Friend Enid Sinclair

- Mentioned Francoise Slyvanne-Galpin

[moonstonesundrop]

Sundrenched Kisses (read it on ao3! Wednesday and Enid are still (eagerly) learning the ropes of their relationship. They sneak away to make out between classes). Tumblr version is below the cut!

Wednesday is fiddling with her locker when she smells her girlfriend’s perfume. Peaches and freesia today. Enid slides her arms around Wednesday’s waist, squeezing gently. “Okay?”

“A little tighter, please.”

She adjusts accordingly. Enid is still learning how Wednesday likes to be touched, likely because Wednesday is still learning. She rests her head on Wednesday’s shoulder, breathing in her perfume. Something dark and mysterious and refined. Enid can’t get enough.

“I missed you in class. Are you feeling better now? Do you want me to do your hair later? Your part’s a little wonky.”

“Yes, and yes. My cramps finally stopped. Can we make out as well? Last night helped.” Wednesday suspected her debilitating menstrual cramps were a side effect of her abilities, or something like that. It was unnatural how the pain radiated, despite taking medication. Enid offered a sensory distraction.

Hearing her girlfriend be so blunt about the physical aspect of their relationship always makes Enid giggle a bit. They communicate their wants differently, but Wednesday’s proclivity for brutal honesty about her likes, dislikes, and needs further gels their relationship. So, Enid barks a laugh then kisses her cheek, and Wednesday leans into it with a pleased look that she quickly neutralizes. Enid lets go of her and rolls onto the balls of her feet, her face radiant as always.

“Honestly, I wish we could right now, but Morrison...” She wrings her hands.

Their English teacher was a hardass.  Wednesday couldn’t bring herself to care. She knew she could get them to class on time.

After glancing around the mostly empty hall, she takes Enid’s hand, leading her into one of the empty classrooms and nudging a chair under the door. This isn’t the first time they’ve snuck somewhere to kiss, because they can’t seem to get enough of each other. Enid is all smiles and tentatively roaming hands that she quickly adjusts to be a bit firmer for her love’s comfort, and Wednesday is confidently reserved, and unafraid to lead.

So tactile. She muses, delighting in the feeling of Enid’s hands running up and down her arms.

Wednesday nudges her up onto one of the desks, and Enid lets out a happy squeak, reaching to touch Wednesday, and immediately pouting when she can’t quite reach.

“I love how unashamed you are.” Enid murmurs, tilting her head. Her legs open instinctively, and Wednesday is upon her. “It’s really hot.” Enid tacks on.

Wednesday leans down, bringing their faces closer together. “It’s rivaled only by your desire to kiss me every waking moment.” She smiles, a tiny thing, and Enid feels fireworks in her chest.

Suddenly the distance between them is gone, now replaced with soft noises of approval, and rustling clothes. Enid slides her hands under Wednesday’s shirt, keeping her warm palms around Wednesday’s waist or on her stomach.

Enid is safe. Enid is grounding. And each time their lips touch, Wednesday swears she finds religion. Not in some god or deity, but with the girl in her arms. Kissing Enid feels like she’s perched in a sunny patch of grass, with the sun’s rays covering every inch of her, permeating her and warming her from the inside out. Like the rest of Enid, it’s addictive. Wednesday didn’t know warmth could feel this good.

Suddenly, there is a shrill ringing. Enid claps her hands over her ears. “Shoot.”

The bell. They’re late.

Wednesday fears she’s losing her edge.

[moonstonesundrop]

Moonlit Kisses (a continuation of Sundrenched Kisses)

Rating: E

WC: 1736

Summary: After their makeout sesh is interrupted by the bell, Wednesday and Enid race to class. They make it halfway before sprinting to Ophelia Hall to finish what they started. Wenclair first time <3

Read it on AO3! Tumblr version is below the cut.

Wednesday and Enid are sprinting down one of Nevermore’s gigantic hallways. The bell rang three minutes ago, but Enid couldn’t stop mouthing at Wednesday’s neck, and her girlfriend was making the sweetest noises and…

They aren’t going to make it to Morrison’s class on time.

As they round another corner and narrowly miss a giant marble statue, Wednesday skids to a stop, and Enid follows suit, seeing as they’ve been holding hands this entire time.

Enid looks at her with raised brows, “Are you crazy? We might be able to—”

“Morrison is stricter on tardiness than absences.” Wednesday notes, hoping Enid will read between the obvious lines. “We should skip. Say you were taking care of me because of my cramps.”

Enid, practically beaming, jumps a few times, her hair bouncing. “I love dating you. Let’s go before someone catches us!” She pulls Wednesday in the opposite direction, back toward Ophelia Hall.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Enid is on Wednesday as soon as the heavy door to their dorm is locked. They installed a giant blackout curtain (half pink, half black) for sleeping in on the weekends, so the room is dark, aside for the large moon nightlight on Wednesday’s nightstand (curtesy of her werewolf girlfriend), and the string lights Enid likes to leave on by her bed.

She pushes Wednesday’s jacket off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, and they’re both kicking off their shoes, heading toward Wednesday’s bed.

It’s all fast kisses and (Enid) dissolving into fits of laughter when Wednesday can’t figure out how her complicated undershirt needs to be undone. Who would wear something so convoluted when no one would even see it?

Enid. As per usual.

“This is killing the mood.” She grumbles, knowing that nothing can quell the heat between them.

Enid expertly unties it, now wearing a thin white cami and her Nevermore skirt. Wednesday can see the lace of her bra underneath the thin material. Something white, as the color doesn’t quite bleed through. Her eyes latch onto Enid’s collarbones, and she wonders what it would feel like to suck a bruise there. To feel Enid squirming and panting beneath her.

“S’ for when you start taking off my clothes.” Enid grins, not missing the way Wednesday’s face heats at the admittance.

Wednesday shakes her head, pushing Enid down on the soft black sheets.

“I like you under me.” She murmurs, sliding her hands up Enid’s stomach, slowly stopping before she reaches her breasts. They haven’t gone past making out and heavy petting, so Wednesday flicks her gaze up, and feels a spike of arousal at how wrecked Enid looks.

Her blonde hair is fanning around her a bit, and her mouth is tipped open, but she presses her lips together when she realizes Wednesday has stopped, and she scoots up a bit, resting on her elbows.

“Is this too much?” Enid asks, whisper soft and so, so caring.

Wednesday presses her palms into Enid’s ribs, squeezing gently.

“I should be asking you.”

“I’m okay with it.” Enid pecks her lips. “More than okay.”

She lifts one of her legs, letting her skirt ride up, and interlocks their legs.

Wednesday nearly gasps as their hips slide together perfectly.

“Still okay?” Enid asks, tentatively pressing her hips up.

“Yes.” Wednesday leans down, connecting their lips with a newfound hunger. This is definitely new territory for them, and both of their hands lightly shake as they eagerly explore.

Wednesday leans down, carefully mouthing along Enid’s collarbones, murmuring some praise when Enid starts moving her hips in a steady rhythm, sending shocks of heat through both.

The room is growing warm, and both girls are drinking the other in.

Wednesday, with her braids hanging down over her shoulders, and her tanned skin flushed, looks unhinged in a way Enid never thought possible. Unhinged for Wednesday, anyway. Her dark eyes are pits of black, and she looks positively feral, like she wants to eat Enid, bones, and all. The intensity is dizzying.

Enid, wanting to do everything, can’t seem to remember how to do anything, so she keeps moving her hips, which Wednesday seems to really enjoy, given how her full plum lips press together whenever she suppresses a moan.

“Wen,” She whimpers, and Wednesday knows without a doubt she would kill anyone who tried to come between them.

“Can I take this off?” Wednesday says, tugging at the strap of Enid’s tiny camisole.

“Yeah, yes,” Enid sits up as best she can, wiggling out of the fabric as Wednesday slides it over her body. “But I want to keep my bra on.” Enid says. “Like, for now.”

Wednesday tosses the shirt aside. “We will do whatever you’re comfortable with.”  

Enid grins, leaving little kisses on Wednesday’s face. “Same for you. Can I take your shirt off?”

Wednesday thinks for a moment, then nods. “I’d like to take it off myself.”

Enid lays back down and wiggles her shoulders. Wednesday’s desire for control is fitting, Enid thinks, and she doesn’t mind giving her the reins. Besides, she doesn’t think she has what it takes to command Wednesday Addams. Maybe one day, though. If Wednesday will allow it.

Enid is pulled from her dazed thoughts by the fluttering of Wednesday’s vest and shirt falling to the floor, leaving her skin on display. Much more than Enid has seen before. She licks her lips, sitting up so Wednesday is readjusted in her lap, and starts mouthing between her breasts.

Wednesday’s hands fly to Enid’s hair, pulling her head back, eliciting a soft mewl from the blonde, who quickly begins apologizing.

“Oops, sorry! You okay?”

Wednesday’s brows knit together, which most would assume means she’s upset, but Enid can see she’s desperately trying to control her lust.

“I liked it, but I would prefer to lead us today, if you don’t mind.” Wednesday would rather control the stimuli, given her newly squired taste for Enid’s touch. Letting go completely will be difficult, but she knows with Enid’s patience, they will get there.

And Enid files how much she enjoyed being grabbed like that away for a later date, when she isn’t soaked through and desperate to taste Wednesday Addams.

“Sure thing,” Enid sighs out, feeling a bit dazed, and Wednesday pushes her back down.

“Beautiful girl.” Wednesday breathes, resuming her previous motion of touching Enid’s ribs, slowly inching her way up until her palms encompass her breasts. Although there is fabric between them, Enid’s bra is shapeless and incredibly thin.

Wednesday tentatively squeezes, loving Enid’s pathetic little whines. She wants to wring every noise out of her.

“This is all it takes to shut you up?” Wednesday flicks her nipples one at a time, watching them peak beneath the white lace.

Enid, unable to do anything other than moan, just lifts her chest, eager to feel more.

Wednesday pinches each, then soothes with her hot tongue, and Enid cries out.

“Hush, or I’ll have to put a muzzle on you.” She was half-joking, but the possibility hangs in the air, which is sticking to their skin and heightening the pleasure between their legs.

“Another time?” Enid murmurs, looking intently at the nightstand like she’s embarrassed to have said it.

Oh.

Wednesday studies her face, bathed in the moon nightlight’s pale glow, then gently pulls Enid to face her.

“I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about wanting something. Understand?”

Enid’s smile is so pure Wednesday thinks she may just keep their door locked forever, and never let Enid leave. She could keep her here, mewling and aching and under her thumb.

“I understand. Um, could you maybe touch me? But stay up here by me.” To clarify, Enid wiggles her hips, and Wednesday’s eyes flick down to Enid’s long skirt.

“Yes.” She reaches down, quelling the tremor in her hand. “You’ll tell me to stop if something isn’t right?”

“Promise.”

Wednesday pulls Enid’s skirt up and strokes along her thighs for a moment, just to make Enid whine impatiently. After the blonde yanks her into a kiss, Wednesday relents, and slides her fingers past the thin fabric that separates them.

She circles Enid’s clit, trying to figure out how she likes to be touched, until her girlfriend gasps, “Inside, please.”

How can Wednesday refuse? She eases a finger in, and Enid visibly melts into the bed. Wednesday uses her other hand to hold her head up and kiss her when she slides a second finger in, and slowly starts to move.

Enid swears she’s going to die.

She’s loud, responsive, and so eager to please. Wednesday, always a quick learner, picks up on what elicits the best responses. What makes Enid twitch around her fingers.

She presses their chests together like she’s trying to crush Enid, purposefully stroking the most sensitive spot inside her. Unrelenting. Enid, whose vision is blurring, and is desperately clinging to Wednesday’s arm, is babbling nonsense, and begging Wednesday not to stop.

She likes sensory overload. This, Wednesday can provide. She keeps their bodies impossibly close, keeps her hand moving in a steady motion, and kisses Enid until she’s coming around her fingers and making the prettiest noises Wednesday has ever heard (though she wonders how Enid would sound sniffling and begging to be touched).  

Time stills, and the room is quiet, aside from their mutual panting.

“That—that was insane.” Enid’s legs are still twitching. “I—oh my god. Are you okay?”

Her rainbow painted claws are out, digging into Wednesday’s arm, which she forgot she was holding onto for dear life. Enid retracts them, frozen under her dazed girlfriend, who is incredibly focused on the tiny punctures in her arm. Even in the dim light, the bright red droplets stand out against Wednesday’s slick skin.

“That felt really good.” Wednesday says, sounding far off. “Does the blood freak you out?”

“A little,” Enid admits, “But are you okay? I could’ve really hurt you.”

Wednesday, hearing the apprehension in Enid’s voice, quickly assures her.

“I’m perfectly fine. In fact, I’d like for you to rake your nails along my abdomen for a bit.”

“Um, sure, but what about?” Enid looks downward.

“I already did, when your nails pierced my flesh.” Wednesday says, entirely unashamed.

“Oh.” Enid giggles. “I’m glad I have that much of an effect on you, Addams.”

Wednesday rolls her eyes, but kisses Enid’s cheek, and settles in for them to cuddle.

“Nails, please.” Wednesday says, closing her eyes.

Enid happily obliges.