#instead of you dating enid

[eidolons-stuff]

Ajax: "Here's your cotton candy! And it's your favourite colour, pink!"

Enid: "Thanks, but I actually prefer yellow"

[celiastjamesoscar]

To Be Alone

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Summary: Being alone was something special to Wednesday, but being alone with you was sacred. And she refused to share you with anyone else, even if that meant owning up to her feelings

A/N: this is part 1 of a series. If you would like to be included in the Taglist for it, let me know!

Warnings: slight friends with benefits, jealous Wednesday, snarky Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

My Masterlist

The sound of obnoxiously loud music rang throughout the room as the students of Nevermore danced in sporadic movements, and none matched the rhythm of the music. Crowds were never a fan of Wednesday’s, but she would put up with the brightest colors and loudest thumping of music to get a glimpse of you.

It was out of character for Wednesday to want anything romantic in her life, let alone with someone like you.

To put it nicely, you were just like Wednesday, a snarky asshole whose mouth sometimes got you in trouble. But you were also more friendly than Wednesday could ever be; you cared for others deeply, while Wednesday barely superficially cared for them. But when your warm, soft lips met Wednesday’s cold, stiff ones in the darkness of the woods on the coldest of winter nights, Wednesday felt her heart reach a warmth it had never known.

Your relationship with the Addams girl was a weird one, and you never expected her to be someone who would enjoy a friends-with-benefits situation. But when Wednesday called you at an ungodly hour and asked, no, told you that you were going to be her romantic partner for dinner with her family, you didn’t refuse her.

Wednesday prepped you on the car ride to dinner and told you everything you would need to say; you and Wednesday met through fencing class and soon became friends after Wednesday bested you in a duel. That information was vital to the story, according to Wednesday. You two only started to date after a romantic walk through the local graveyard, and you shared a kiss on the tombstone of the late Marilyn Thornhill.

The dinner was a peaceful one, with all things considered. You won the approval of Gomez Addams, and you seemed even to impress Grandmama. Morticia adored you, but she saw right through her daughter’s scheme of forcing you into a fake relationship with her. Of course, she would never tell Wednesday that she knew her daughter was lying to her about her relationship. Still, Morticia enjoyed watching her daughter pretend to understand the beauty and pain that is love. And Morticia knew that after enough time, Wednesday would slowly start to realize she had feelings for you.

After that dinner, you kissed Wednesday’s lips for the first time, entirely by accident. You had leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, but your sudden movement had startled the shorter girl, causing her to turn her head quickly, and when she did, her lips brushed yours. Instead of pulling back, Wednesday leaned deeper into the kiss and soon gripped your neck, trying to pull you impossibly closer as her lips connected with yours. She soon became addicted to them, and she refused to let anyone else taste them, and she soon started up an agreement with you; no feelings were involved, just late-night stolen kisses and moonlit strolls through the woods. But now, as she watched you talk with other women who weren’t her, she felt her chest tighten with anger.

“Wednesday, what are you doing?” Enid asked as she suddenly appeared beside the girl, startling Wednesday out of her thoughts. Enid had a suspicion of the goth girl’s interest in you, even though Wednesday refused to acknowledge it.

“Staring at Y/N with my autistic eyes,” Wednesday deadpanned, and the ravenette’s statement took aback Enid. “Um, okayyy,” Enid awkwardly replied as she gently placed her hands on Wednesday’s shoulders, slowly turning the girl, “I don’t know what to do with that information, but let’s go over here, where you can’t stare at Y/N.”

Truth be told, you weren’t doing anything to provoke jealousy in anyone, especially Wednesday. But the Addams loathed seeing you smile while talking to Yoko. Jealousy was a feeling she knew all too well, and it only happened with you. And for that, she would potentially murder you in your sleep tonight. It would be a clean murder, nearly no blood at all, but it put a frown on Wednesday’s lips; she wanted your murder to be a gory one, one that would bless her dreams of haunting images of you for the rest of her days, but the thought of drawing out your murder made Wednesday feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time: sadness.

“No,” Wednesday stated as she shook off Enid’s grip and continued watching you talk to the vampire. It was a dull dance, and you were only here to socialize and to make Wednesday jealous, which was working.

“Why are you so keen on watching Y/N talk to Yoko? They are roommates, like you and I,” Enid cheerfully replied, hoping to help ease the tension in Wednesday’s shoulders, but it only seemed to worsen. “Enid, three-fourths of this institution thinks that you and I are together romantically,” was all Wednesday said, and Enid picked up the hint.

“Point taken. So then, why don’t you go over there and talk to her? Like a normal person would do instead of staring at her like a creep,” Enid suggested, but judging by the glare her roommate gave her in return, she assumed that Wednesday hated the suggestion. “Well, if you’re going to be a loser whose only way of flirting is staring at Y/N until she notices you, then I don’t think you will have any luck at pulling her. But I wish you the best,” Enid stated as she quickly looked at you before returning her attention to Wednesday. She gave the goth a small hug-which Wednesday did not return-before skipping off to go God knows where.

It was as if Enid’s presence was stopping you from feeling Wednesday’s uncomfortable glaring, and as soon as the werewolf was gone, your eyes automatically found Wednesday’s dark ones.

You politely excused yourself from Yoko before walking over to Wednesday with a smug smile on your lips. Wednesday hated that smile on you, not because it looked terrible; it was quite the opposite. That smirk did something to her; it stirred something profound inside her, and she hated the beast you awoke in her.

“My lady,” you husked in a raspy voice as you took Wednesday’s hand in your own and bowed while placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. “What were you two talking about?” Wednesday asked, wasting no time in finding out if she was going to murder Yoko as well.

“Relax, my dove. We were just talking about ‘The Haunting of Hill House,’ nothing to worry about,” you replied softly as you stood up straight and gently caressed the more petite girl’s hand.

Wednesday scoffed at the pet name and tried to pull her hand out of your grip, but it only caused her to draw you closer. “You miss me that much?” You asked with a smirk as you placed Wednesday’s hand on your chest, and instead of pulling away, the more petite girl slowly ran her hand up your chest and stopped as she took your necklace between her polished black fingers.

It was a gift from Wednesday, of all people, and you wore it with pride like it was your last name. You never took it off, and in a way, it acted like a collar; no matter how far you strayed from Wednesday, people would look at it and automatically know who you belonged to.

The necklace itself was a golden chain that ended with a small circle. The circle had gold-colored beads with small, black dots in the middle. And in the center of that circle was a golden ‘W’ with a line attached to it, holding the W in place.

“You still wear it,” Wednesday stated as she flipped the W between her fingers, gently caressing it with her thumb.

“‘If you ever take this off, I will rain hellfire down on you and your family until the end of the earth. I will haunt you in this life and the next; you will never be able to get rid of the image of me standing over your lifeless body if you were ever to remove this necklace.’ Those were your exact words,” you recalled with a smirk as you watched Wednesday play with the necklace. “But hey, at least you think of us together in the next life.”

“No,” she simply stated, and you were going to argue back, but she pulled you down to her level by the necklace, “If you ever tell anyone I have plans with you in the next life, I will skin you alive and feed your remains to Fester.”

The laugh you gave Wednesday in response angered her beyond belief, but the sound of it infested her stomach with spiders, and if she wasn’t careful, she might even admit to caring about you. “Jokes on you, Uncle Fester is my best friend. We are basically inseparable,” you remarked as you stood back up, and Wednesday let go of the necklace.

“I hate that you are his favorite person,” Wednesday mumbled under her breath and then cleared her throat as she remembered why she needed to talk to you, “I will be needing your assistance this weekend.”

“And why’s that?” You asked with a smirk. You knew it was parent’s weekend, and Wednesday needed to keep up the act of you two being together; you just wanted to hear her admit it. “My parents are coming this weekend; you must be there to prove to them that I am capable of feeling emotions other than intense anger and homicidal thoughts,” Wednesday deadpanned as the loud music slowly turned into a softer one, a waltzing song.

You didn’t recognize the beautiful melody, but you stuck out your hand toward the smaller girl. “Can I have this dance?” You asked with a soft smile, and if it were under any other circumstance, Wednesday would have said yes. “No,” she dryly replied while slapping your hand away, “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I didn’t know it was a question,” you stated.

“It’s not; I just like allowing you to think that you have a say in what you get to do.”

“You are a woman after my own heart, Wednesday Addams,” you joked, and Wednesday scoffed at you. “In your wildest dreams,” the goth girl stated as she walked away from you, but you followed her.

“So what will this weekend trip entail? Do I need to start flushing my teeth and putting on chapstick?” You questioned while following the smaller girl out of the ballroom. “Why do you not already floss your teeth?” Wednesday asked with an eyebrow hitched, clearly displaying her irritation that you don’t floss regularly.

“Ummm, because it’s pointless? I brush my teeth twice daily. Isn’t that enough?” You retorted with a curious look. “One day, you are going to wake up in the middle of the night, and all of your teeth will have fallen out of your brainless head. When that happens, I shall make a necklace out of them and force you to wear it as a remembrance of our conversation about flossing,” Wednesday stated as she walked toward her room. She had a weird way of showing affection toward you.

When Wednesday reached her dorm, she opened the door and tried to close it on you, but you caught it in just enough time and stepped into her room. You shut the door as you followed the ravenette toward her desk. “Okay, but seriously Wednesday. What do you want me to do when Mr. and Mrs. Addams arrive?” You questioned with a serious expression, and when Wednesday looked up at you, she missed your usual playful demeanor.

“Be normal. You’ve been around them before; why do you still ask me how you should act around them?” Wednesday questioned as she loaded paper into her typewriter. “Um, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I hate lying to people! And your mom is hot, so that also makes me nervous,” you responded with a little bit of defensiveness. But for an unknown reason, Wednesday felt her heart slowly break at mentioning your attraction to her mother.

“Do not remind me of your infuriating attraction to my mother,” Wednesday deadpanned as she began typing, “And we aren’t lying to them, so you don’t need to worry.”

A small scoff left your lips at her comment, but then a mischievous smile overtook your lips as you found a loophole. Carefully, you leaned an elbow on Wednesday’s desk and smirked at the ravenette, who seemed ignorant of the mistake she made.

“So, we aren’t lying to them, correct?” You asked in a calm voice as your eyes examined Wednesday’s face. “Why are you making me repeat myself? You are correct; we are not lying to them. Now, will you please leave me so I can work?” The Addams coldly remarked as she shook the feeling of spiders in her stomach at your proximity. No matter how many stolen kisses you two shared, you always made her nervous and gitty, which was a feeling she both loathed and cherished all the same.

“By that logic, we aren’t lying about our fake relationship? So that means we are actually, in fact, dating?” You asked with that same smirk, and Wednesday knew she had fucked up when she looked into your eyes and only saw hope that didn’t match your playful smirk. “We are not in a romantic relationship at all. We are just two acquaintances who engage in romantic activities from time to time. Now leave,” Wednesday stated as she grew increasingly annoyed with you.

You gave the smaller girl a pathetic sigh as you pushed yourself off the desk and slowly sauntered away from her desk, but before you could get too far, Wednesday grabbed your wrist. When you turned to face her, Wednesday reached up and tightly gripped your uniform tie as she brought your lips down to hers, and you both sighed into the kiss.

It had been too long since you both found comfort in each other’s lips, and Wednesday had started to crave their delicate touch and sweet taste. And, of course, by ‘too long,’ that meant nearly a day. The kiss itself was a chaste one that displayed all of the love and affection Wednesday had for you that she could never verbally say.

Only when oxygen became a problem did you pull away from those heavenly lips. With a small huff, the ravenette rested her forehead against yours as her free hand came up and slowly stroked your jaw.

“I want to rip out your mandible and add it to my bone collection,” was what Wednesday mumbled against your lips, but the words that traveled through your ears were, ‘You mean so much to me that I want to have a piece of you with me forever,’ and you were happy with that translation.

“You have such a way with words, you know that? You really know how to make a girl feel special,” you mumbled against her lips before placing a final kiss on them and turning to leave.

“Where are you going?” Wednesday asked as she returned to reality when she didn’t feel your lips anymore and saw you walking toward the door to leave.

“You told me to leave, so that’s what I’m doing,” you replied before a slight smirk overtook your face, “Why, do you miss me already?”

“No. Just be ready by tomorrow morning so we can eat breakfast with them,” Wednesday stated as she continued her work, ignoring the feeling in her stomach at the thought of you leaving for the night. Most of the time, when her parents visited, you would stay the night in her dorm to further push the agenda that you two were a couple. Definitely not because Wednesday found it hard to sleep without you at night.

“Goodnight, Wednesday. I hope your dreams are just as evil as you are,” you joked as you opened the door, and Wednesday huffed in response as you left the room.

Unbeknownst to you, Wednesday hadn’t been working on her novel. She had been writing out all the things you make her feel, and when you had wished nightmares upon her, the final sentence that had made its one onto the page was the thing that shattered her heart the most: ‘Gods should fear the love I have for you.’

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Taglist: @elduster @silentwolfsstuff @baddiebbarbietngz @maskthedwarf @aroaceanxietylemon

[cobaltperun]

Her Wrath

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader (Request)

Masterlist

A/N: So, the request was originally Jenna x Reader with Percy instead of Xavier, but I don’t do Jenna stories, so this was the alternative. Wednesday and R are dating, and R has epilepsy, also Wednesday is rather protective over R. Xavier, as jealous as he is, pulls a “prank”, causing an epileptic seizure. Hope you enjoy @delicateenemyjellyfish

Word count: 0.8k

You were sitting in the quad, waiting for Wednesday and Enid to have a lunch together, since Enid managed to rope Wednesday into coming with her to Jericho. How she managed to do that, you had no idea, but it was honestly impressive that she did it.

It was a nice day, cool, but not cold, perfect to just spend it together with your girlfriend and one of your best friends, you relaxed, closing your eyes and leaning back and enjoying the breeze hitting your face. Wednesday was going to complain the day was too nice, and that she’d prefer rain, and sure, rainy days had their perks, but you couldn’t agree with her on everything.

All of a sudden you could swear you were being flashed with a laser right to your face, and even with your eyes closed it irritated you. You tried to cover your eyes as you slowly opened them and tried to find out who was doing it, but all you could see was the laser, going on and off, disorienting you and making it difficult to figure out who was behind it. Still, even as dizzy as you were getting you could recognize the tall, slim figure and slightly longer hair. Xavier? Why? Was he that jealous that he would try to make you have a seizure?

You tried to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come out, you were to dizzy, too overwhelmed by the lights flashing in front of your eyes, and no one seemed to notice. Everything else began fading into background but you still heard the one person you never thought you’d hear raise her voice yell your name.

~X~

Wednesday swore she would never be like her parents, yet here she was, searching for a gift for your “three-month anniversary” as Enid called it. It was ridiculous in every way possible, but Wednesday wanted this with you to work, and it was working, but she wanted it to really work. And a way to make it work was to show effort, that much even she knew. So, she got you a gift, nothing too big, just the chocolate you loved, because Enid warned her not to go over the top.

She was not her parents. She would not have gone over he top.

Her and Enid, along with Thing, walked into the quad just as you dropped to the grass next to the table and Wednesday saw red. Red laser light blinking in your face, red haze overtaking her, everything was red. “Y/N!” she yelled, running toward you as fast as she could, which was fast and dropping to her knees, her death glare was the only warning Xavier got to get away, she would, after all, deal with him later. You were her priority now. She quickly took a small pillow she carried with her just in case of something like this happening and placed it under your head and untied your tie and unbuttoned your collar to make breathing easier for you as your muscles jerked.

She watched, anger burning deep inside her, and no doubt showing on her face. Xavier was going to pay for this, he was going to regret ever approaching you in the first place. She was going to make sure he knew exactly what the consequences for hurting you were. Enid placed an arm on her shoulder as she knelt next to you.

“Wednesday,” Enid tried but Wednesday just shook her head, she wasn’t in the mood to be comforted. She just wanted you to be fine and then to make Xavier pay.

Eventually, after excruciatingly long time, because every second of you suffering was a second too long and not in any way the kind of torture Wednesday found to be enjoyable, you stopped having a seizure and she turned you onto your side and took your hand, letting you know she was right there. That she wasn’t about to let you go, that she was sorry she wasn’t there to stop it in the first place.

Your eyes opened slowly, and she could see you were disoriented, but she saw some recognition in your eyes as your eyes met hers. Fast recovery was a perk of your type of outcast, and she was thankful for that.

“You’ll be okay,” she whispered, and you managed a weak nod and squeezed her hand.

Later that night she barged into Xavier’s shed and before he could even register what was going on she tazed him and pinned him on the ground. The blade in her hand shone brightly as she nicked his neck. “If you ever even look at her, let alone repeat what you did today, I will make sure there is nothing left of you to bury,” she promised him as he whimpered pathetically. She should have his head, but that would only get her expelled and potentially separated from you, and that was one more form of torture she didn’t wish to endure.

[thedemoninme141]

Wednesday gets Ghosted... literally.

Never ever thought I would write Halloween specials but here I am...

Paring: Wednesday X Fem Reader! Theme: Fluff!!!

Summary: Wednesday confesses her feelings on a Halloween date.

You wanted a date for Halloween since Wednesday won't go trick or treating with you, you jumped on the offer to trek out to an old, abandoned house in the woods—a place the locals swore was haunted—with her.

And now you both sat on the wooden balcony that hung off the back of the house. Wednesday glanced at you, scrutinizing the way you stared blankly out at the woods, as if you were lost in your thoughts. You seemed quiet, too quiet.

“Do you…” she began, her voice quieter than usual. “Do you regret coming here with me tonight?”

You glanced at her, eyes slightly widened, surprised that she’d even ask. Wednesday wasn’t usually one for questioning her actions—or caring how others felt about them.

“I just thought, perhaps, you might be disappointed that I dragged you here instead of letting you do…something more festive.” She looked away, unsure if you could read the tinge of insecurity in her face.

You tilted your head, looking at her, silent as ever, which only made her feel more self-conscious. She didn’t know what to make of it. Usually, she adored the fact that you didn’t constantly babble on like everyone else did. But tonight, she wanted—no, needed—some kind of reassurance.

“If I’m being honest,” she continued, voice a bit lower, “I've wondered a lot... If I am enough for you.” She cast her gaze downward. “My feelings… they are complicated. I suppose they’re not easily expressed in ways you might expect, or—” She clenched her jaw, then forced herself to go on. “Or that you deserve.”

"Sometimes I think that you see something in me that isn’t really there," Wednesday whispered, "And I fear that one day you’ll realize you were wrong. That you’ll wake up, look at me, and think, ‘this wasn’t worth it.’" She clenched her jaw, the briefest flicker of pain crossing her face before she forced herself to look at you again, her eyes steady.

"But then you… you fascinate me," she admitted, "The way you fearlessly follow me to places like this. Most people run from me, but you… you stay. You follow. It answers all those doubts. Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

A small smile tugged at her lips, but she looked away, as though embarrassed by the thought. "I thought I'd find myself alone, somewhere like this. And I thought… perhaps I’d like that."

Wednesday paused, her hand ghosting closer to yours. "But then you came along, completely oblivious, and ruined all of that," she said, her voice softened by an edge of tenderness. "And, against my better judgment, I don’t resent you for it."

"There are things I struggle with, you know," she went on. "Emotions. They’re foreign… unwieldy. But here I am, feeling them—feeling you, in every cold, dark part of myself that used to belong to nothing and no one." She turned, and her dark gaze fixed onto you, almost vulnerable. "I don't know if I can be what you deserve, but…" She swallowed, her voice soft. "I need you to know, if I’m capable of love, you’re the only one I’d give it to."

"I don’t know why I’m saying all of this," she admitted. "I’d tell myself it’s for your benefit, but really, I think it’s for mine. To tell you things I never knew I’d feel." Her voice trailed off, and she pressed her lips together as if already regretting her words.

A long silence fell between you two, and the quiet grew deeper, the forest still and watching as if it too were waiting for your response.

Then, from behind, a voice broke the silence: "Sorry I’m late, Wends… had to fix Enid’s costume trouble… umm, who’s that?"

Wednesday felt her cold blood run colder. She turned, her gaze landing on… you. You, standing at the doorway, looking at her with your familiar, gentle eyes.

The “you” beside her shrank back slightly, lifting "your" hands in surrender, as though embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

Wednesday's gaze snaps back to the figure beside her — the “you” who had been sitting with her all this time.

Her voice hardens. “Who the hell are you?”

"Um… I wanted to haunt you after taking Y/N’s face," the ghostly you confessed, scratching the back of it's head. "But given the gravity of the situation with your emotions and all… I’ll leave you two alone." The ghost looked at Wednesday, gave a curt nod, and disappeared into the shadows with an almost sheepish wave.

Wednesday was still, her gaze now fixed on you, her surprise melting into a look that could only be described as deadly.

"…How long were you there?" you asked, stepping forward, trying to hide the amused smile on your lips. "And what did you tell the ghost?"

Wednesday’s mouth tightened, her cheeks coloring ever so slightly. "I… told the ghost," she began slowly, clearly unwilling to divulge the truth, "nothing..."

You chuckled, glancing at her with a playful grin. "So… I hope I wasn’t replaced too badly, was I?"

Wednesday let out a frustrated sigh. Perhaps she should've gone trick or treating with you.

At the Ghosts Pub: Hey guys! you won't believe what happened!

[Author's note: It was really fun to write it, Comment how you guys like it.

Request me for more one-shots!!!]

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[rachelsfav-queer]

Yoko flirting

Yoko: *to Wednesday* Hey there, pretty girl. Wanna come back to my mansion in Transylvania and- oughf *trips on her own feet and falls on her face*

Wednesday: …

Wednesday: *turns to Divina* Is she always this inept at romantic gestures?

Divina: *winces* Yeah, unfortunately. She’s gotten better though! You should’ve seen her when she was first trying to ask me out on a date. I had to spare her eventually by asking her out instead. She still pouts about that.

Wednesday: Alright. *sighs heavily and pulls Yoko up from the floor with one hand* I shall go on a date with you, Tanaka. But I expect a full night of wooing and romance. I better be swooning and off my feet by the end of the night, understand?

Yoko: *pumps fist in a very dorky manner* Yes, score! C’mon, let’s go! I wanna show you my collection of antique knives!

Yoko drags Wednesday off in a random direction, leaving Enid and Divina standing together.

Divina: They’re a couple of gay idiots.

Enid: But… they’re our gay idiots!

Divina: *laughs* Yeah, they sure are! *pulls Enid in for a kiss*

End <3

(Sorry, idk what this is other than a stray idea I have of Wednesday/Enid/Yoko/Divina lol. Hope y’all enjoyed it anyway)

[sinsdaycorp]

“you do see all her red flags, right?” Yoko asked as she saw what enid was doing.

Enid grinned. “are you kidding? They’re not warning flags… it’s more like a carnival!”

Yoko, sighed. “whatever you say, pup. Just be careful.”

Enid, beaming a smile as she folds up a piece of paper and taps Bianca’s shoulder. The siren turns to look at her curiously.

Enid hands her the paper and points to Wednesday as she whispered “pass this to Addams.”

Bianca grabbed the paper and leaned across her desk, poking Wednesday in the shoulder with her pen.

Wednesday glares but her look changes to confusion as Bianca hands her the folded note. She hesitantly takes it and bianca gestured to Enid who was watching with anticipation.

Wednesday turns to her desk properly and unfolds the note, Enid’s hastily written words stare back at her.

Would you like to be my date to the Rave’n?

🔳 🔳

Yes/No

(Tick a box!)

Wednesday glanced back towards the wolf, she appeared to be almost deflating with worry as Wednesday turned back to the page and picked up her pen.

The bell chimed as Wednesday finished on the paper, she folded it up and packed her items up. She had the next class with a seat right beside Enid, so the blonde could surely wait the extra few minutes.

-

Wednesday settled her pen, notebook, and the note neatly on her desk as she sat down. She glanced at the note before sucking in a breath and slid it towards Enid as the blonde took her seat.

Enid smiled tightly when their eyes met and took the note.

“Sinclair, Addams- no note passing. Separate!”

The teacher said.

“We weren’t, she was just letting me have a headache tablet,” Enid said, holding up her water bottle and a a strip of painkillers that she kept in her pencil case where she’d stuffed the note quickly.

The teacher nodded and Enid sighed in relief before taking a sip of her water.

She slid her bottle to the side and flicked her eyes to the note poking out, her gaze lifted to see the teacher watching her as he spoke and she shrunk in her seat slightly, her whole body burning with a need to read what Wednesday had spent the last minutes of the last class writing.

The teacher turned to the board, pointing as he spoke and she took her opportunity to pull the paper from her case, quietly unfolding it before she looked down at it, her head tilting before she coughed to cover a soft laugh.

Instead of ticking a box, Wednesday had quickly drawn an uno reverse card and written beneath it. “I was going to ask you tonight. Meet on the balcony at 7?”

Enid saw Wednesday looking at her out of her peripheral so she nodded quickly and tucked the note into her pencil case for safe keeping.

[lorelaiblair]

addams family headcanons

- we’ve all seen the headcanon that gomez is allergic to roses and that’s why morticia cuts their petals off?? yeah??? it extends to wednesday, she’s allergic to them too, enid brings her thorns or just simply black viola’s

-why that instead of black dahlias? they’re wednesday’s favorite in the show? trauma. thornhill gifted them to her, thornhill tried to kill her and the people she loves. she’s not open about it, she likes to seem like she’s not effected, but enid always knows.

-werewolves, canines i might add, cannot consume chocolate. this includes enid. she hates it. she absolutely hates it.

-wednesday goes back for the snood

-enid has angsty poems and short stories in her notes app, they are directed towards her mother

-the lesbian flag sweater enid owns was a gift from yoko, when enid realized her sexuality she gave the vampire girl an earful and asked “why didn’t you tell me!??”

-enid is an avid clothes thief, she has a few tank tops and flannels from ajax, shorts and jeans and blouses from yoko and divina, a sweater or two from eugene, a dress from bianca, and she wears wednesday’s clothing as she pleases (at this point they share wednesday’s closet)

-enid makes wednesday jewelry out of animal bones

-wednesday makes enid jewelry too, she breaks into the metal shop classroom to do it (she also makes them weapons)

-after enid wolfs out for the first time her hair starts growing super fast, it’s pretty hard to keep up with her roots but wednesday always helps her blend them in

- enid thinks it’s sad that wednesday doesn’t have any stuffed animals, on a trip to jericho with her girls she sees a stuffed scorpion and knows that it was meant to be

-the stuffed scorpion has a permanent spot on wednesday’s bed, and sometimes in wednesday’s bag when she knows her day will be tedious (she also has a picture of enid in her bag that she looks at when she feels down)

-wednesday doesn’t mind showing affection, enid and their friends assumed that she would, but after the two started dating she nearly became the more affectionate one (enid cannot get enough of it), this still does not extend to their friends and family, enid is the only one allowed to touch her

-enid learns spanish to flirt with wednesday, it goes much better than expected (and she’s really good at learning other languages, who would have thought?)

-they also talk shit (gossip) about people in other languages, enid thinks it is hilarious and wednesday loves seeing an evil side to her girlfriend

-when enid is having a hard day wednesday will play the cello for her, she has learned way too many pop songs just to make the other girl happy. enid will make a pallet of blankets out on their balcony and watch wednesday play for hours

-they roughhouse often, at this point nevermore students are used to seeing knifes flying straight for enid sinclair’s throat, enid catches them easily with a scary ass smile and then launches them back full force

[blakeswritingimagines]

Your Dating Someone Else

Wednesday: If someone else were to have a crush on her intended love interest, she would first survey them, then devise a plan to eliminate them. This could be as simple as talking to them and making them like her instead, to something extreme like murdering them. It is truly a sliding scale of options.

Enid: She feels like her heart's broken into a million pieces when her crush does not reciprocate her feelings. She tries to process the information and look at the situation realistically, but she can't help but feel hurt and sad, knowing that her feelings aren't reciprocated. Even if she knows that there are plenty of fish in the sea, it's always difficult when someone she likes doesn't feel the same way.

Xavier: When his crush's attention and affection are directed towards someone else, he feels a mix of emotions—heartbreak, jealousy, and regret being among them. It is difficult to sit by and watch you give your affections to someone else, especially someone who may not treat you as well as he would have. He finds himself wondering if there was something more that he could have done or said to make you fall for him and what would have changed. He may also hold onto a shred of hope that you might eventually come around to appreciate him in the way that he appreciates you, but this hope is often accompanied by sadness and frustration.

Rowan: In response to his crush liking someone else, he would feel deeply disappointed, hurt, and rejected. He would be overwhelmed with feelings of anguish, sadness, and loneliness. He would feel as if it was his fault that you liked someone else rather than him. He would go through waves of self-doubt and think that there was something wrong with him, making it difficult for him to overcome his negative thoughts and emotions. Ultimately, he would need some time to process his emotions and hopefully move past this difficult situation.

Tyler: If he found out his crush liked someone else, he would definitely feel sad and hurt. It would be difficult to hear that he wasn't the person you desired and that someone else had stolen your heart. He would probably distance himself from you for a while to give himself time to process the situation and figure out how to move on.

Ajax: If you like someone else, he would feel a mix of disappointment, jealousy, and sadness. He would be disappointed that his feelings aren't reciprocated, jealous that the other person has captured your attention, and sad that he can't be the one to make you happy. He would respect your choices and try to move on with his life, but it might be a while until he can fully let go of his feelings and truly move on.

Bianca: If her crush were to like someone else, she would be heartbroken and jealous. She would feel sad, angry, and betrayed. She might even think that she wasn't good enough or wasn't your type anymore. She would probably wonder what she did wrong and maybe even blame herself. Over time, she would accept it and try to move on, but it would be difficult.

[ghostboyspeaks]

some valentines Day wenclair headcanons for yall:

Wednesday writes daily love letters to enid and each valentines Day she gives them all to enid they aren't all super long but enid absolutely adores it

Their first valentines Day is when they first said I love you

Enid made Wednesday skip the second half of school to go have a picnic at the spot of their hug

when they got home Wednesday surprised enid by playing her favorite song on the cello

they end up making a fort on the balcony watching movies and camping out all night

Enid brings a Polaroid to every single date about 4 years into their relationship she shows them all to Wednesday

Wednesday actually shows more pda's even if they are subtle

Enid actually really hates chocolate/overly sweet foods, so instead, Wednesday gets her dark chocolate and more savory foods

Wednesday hates to admit she loves to match somehow with enid

the day after valentines Day, yoko came over while Wednesday was still in pajamas, which included Enid's sweater(tm)

every gift Wednesday gets for enid gets sprayed with her perfume. enid picks up on this and starts doing the same

[lilolilyr]

Lilo Reads - April 2025 edition

I have read 2.8 million words in fanfic in April!

January • February • March • 2024

I've also read three of the most atrocious kids books this month, and I mean I usually don't enjoy hatewatching or hatereading stuff but in this case I had a blast. Do you know Enid Blyton's Mallory Towers (German 'Dolly')? These are as if a whole series is straight up from Evelyn's POV. She's nasty to everyone, tries to ruin her parents' marriage but is mad when she succeeds, has self esteem issues and tries to bring everyone down so she doesn't have to worry they're above her anymore, cares more about her appearance than anything else, is so bitchy even to the girls she considers her friends, and instead of getting over her issues and properly settling in at the boarding school she just seems to get a bit better but then starts acting idiotically again in the next book! Would hate to meet her irl, loved the books, 10/10, I read them within a week xD

Apart from those, I just continued the non-fiction book 'The Bird Way' and re-read some Yoko Tsuno comics from the library, I still love those comics so much, especially the collection editions with bonus info and sketches! They're originally French and not all of them have been translated into English, but a whole bunch of them can be found here :)

And I actually wrote something this month! An almost 20k long Sci-Fi Adventure story, Lucifer's Servant, vaguely based on the Yoko Tsuno comic of the same name but with characters from Warehouse 13, I think everyone's introduced neatly enough that anyone can read it, without knowing either of those fandoms! I'm really proud of it I wouldn't have expected writing such a long story after months of just tiny comment fics :}

Maybe I'll write some more fic again next month - feel free to send me May Trope Mayhem prompts!

As for fics I enjoyed reading, this might be the first month where the majority of the fics are gen fics? While I did indeed read a couple of the expected Avorah fics (mainly by @bkwormkate thank you for the good work <3) because the new season of Hacks is out, I only managed to watch the first two episodes so far, so most fics are too spoilery rn, and I haven't really gotten back into reading much fic for the ship or much femslash in general... Instead I've read a bit of Marvel, some more 00Q and McDanno, and when it comes to my fic recs of the month, you can mainly see that my Star Wars obsession has come back with full force xD here goes:

• JasBen Save a Galaxy Far, Far Away Jaster/OW by @batshieroglyphics, 60k, T, Time Travel

• We're Jedi. We've totally got this. humor by @mytimeconsumingsidehobby, 16k, G, Time Travel

• Those Who Walk by @antebunny, Vader, Leia, Luke, Obi-Wan and lots of chaos, 50k, G

• How Does it End Again? by thatonefangirltho, Din Djarin time travels and becomes Mand'alor, 260k, G

• For I Still Live by saltysarah, Mandalorians at MelidaDaan, 600k, G-E, mainly Obi-Wan but lots of different POVs for example Dooku or Asajj Ventress, the series is in order of posting date, I put the reading order in my bookmark just scroll down on the link :)

• stars sing my name, scars tell my story by @independent-variables and the follow-up there's a place for us by @djemsowhat, total 60k T, the clone wars are stopped before they can begin

• Ashes Verse by @livsy, Old Ben has time travelled back to the clone wars era, Anakin notices. 38k, T

• All the Stars and Galaxies in His Eyes, 16k, T, by @wanderingjedihistorian, Jango has a ka'ra-given quest as Mand'alor, eventual Jangobi

But I do have one fic in another fandom I really liked:

• Catch Your Voice by @lavvyan, a ClintCoulson (Marvel) shippy fic, 14k, T, #coulsonlives :)

On my To Read for next month are a couple Bering and Wells fics I heard about during the anniversary meetup on Discord last week, and of course I still have a whole bunch of Star Wars fic tabs open :D

No-pressure-tagging everyone tagged above to also share their fic recs!

Oh, and I made a book list! The tumblr poll's already over but you can still look through the listchallenge, and make your own as well if you like!

~ continue reading ~

I also randomly read a bunch of Jack/Elizabeth/Will ot3 fics after rewatching the first Pirates film with my mom? Not my usual ship so it goes below the read- more, but yeah I guess saving it here for posterity xD

My Wordcount math as always:

Because my Excel died and wouldn't calculate Sum and I copied it to calculator you even get the History this month: 2275+616+22941+3970+12805+24832+1396+896+3079+2403+68596+552+1048+14192+2341+2722+2254+1346+1210+1199+1850+1224+1791+5340+2329+3120+3003+18299+46659+0+0+3452+13999+2530+6301+36193+791+264380+1520+623+1153+6145+1887+12196+653+2568+2848+1351+6018+1362+155+597+687+8110+385+1377+1414+1982+865+1753+6532+341+1574+2774+8279+1604+3394+1398+2018+1837+1455+1958+2049+1121+1255+2665+2222+915+2246+5908+1297+11750+17016+8628+2051+1368+1111+1473+1962+3042+5418+1164+746+3220+11272+11445+8504+18748+1173+2126+8043+11098+3235+4342+10198+19896+64481+4560+15750+2334+14552+3706+3887+3040+8688+3646+6176+19681+5876+7733+4671+1014+1702+2032+1866+5433+21852+5468+410+679+11492+1683+1943+5311+7146+22463+10796+12016+5322+5123+28301+1971+3941+2100+200+1952+8272+2033+250+2089+2124+37638+1261+4+10768+6079+1221+6366+6547+43760+21866+1677+6296+1329+3020+13910+9770+5065+3029+8758+2224+4193+7778+256282+1124+340+1596+1738+1293+1648+1171+2910+0+1517+1247+13565+8426+77395+2240+15343+7611+4414+2075+4077+643+915+649+2438+3437+1007+2532+16124+4927+16877+38060+3850+93391+3233+82922+2061+55675+68877+4150+1430+2386+60459+40523+2794+45538+24005+122+18+401+15108+17744+26428+28060+34157+12074+15179+30095+3599+6541+8248+11887+1403+169720+2630+1856+5875+1444+56461+5461+1289+3890+7388+19015+1468+8792+1654+3099+11880+5138+3603+4515+4609+3114+891+2097+2116+5782+6203+883+2593+1518+3242+5813+3670+2630+2529+4678+14180+1532+568+896+727+504+405+396+712+30868+1834+997+809+536+625+637+680+350+295+450+220+1309+2147+1411+403+543+721+1099+3267+930+396+2162+712+30239+9379+21501+24782+8560+1294+1767+3559+12524+1317+1818+1178+244+778+859+3630+11698+402+1793+1737+8567+4240+1134+3186+3318+549+1564+2672+1818+1858+568+10072+2860+368+1984+2053+1343+6376+1595+1076+14570+1356+4100+8970+8031+5613+8139+973+7791+18956+2207+16856+603+3306+3833+6044+10459+976+13614+14486+1945 Yea. It be like that =3393712

- To Read:−68596−64481−28301−13565−93391−68877− 26428−5461−7388−30868−1099−8970=−417425

- To continue reading −122718

- didn't read yet −19896

- didn't reread apr25 -30239

no non ao3 works this month

Total:=3393712−417425−122718−19896-30239

=2.803.434

My formula so I have it noted down for next time: history - to read(exclude:series, exclude: external source) - to continue reading (exclude: series, exclude: external source, exclude: to read) - didn't read yet (exclude: series) + external source (exclude: to read, exclude: to continue reading, exclude: didn't read yet) & check month tag (mar25 in this case) and add and subtract as noted (subtract usually, it's probably 'didnt reread now' on an old bookmark, unless it's external source I've actually reread)

Edit may5: ahh I just found a draft post from April 3 saying 'what I've been reading April'25: Stucky (specifically all kinds of stories where Steve finds out about gay rights <3)'. Which is so funny because yes I read a lot of Stucky the first days of April but in the end I read so much other shit that it just turned irrelevant! And to make it even funnier I think the exact same thing is happening this month! I read a bunch of Stucky fics the first few days, even wrote a Stucky drabble because I was so into it, and now today I'm fully back in the Star Wars obsession adsfghjkl

[altf4d3lete]

MY AO3 MASTERLIST

Multichapter Fics

you’ll always be a dumb blonde. (completed)

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Divina/Yoko Tanaka

Notable Tags: Grooming, Angst With A Happy Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, Physical Abuse

Summary: Enid is manipulated by Thornhill instead of Tyler, and her world is flipped upside down when Wednesday Addams comes into the picture. Season 1 rewrite full of angst, betrayal, and wenclair (with some fluff thrown in).

60/60 📝 151,251

you’re the eye of my storm (ongoing)

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Divina/Yoko Tanaka

Notable Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, enemies to friends to lovers, Minor Character Death

Summary: Wednesday was used to being alone in the post-apocalyptic world of the US. But what happens when she runs into a stubborn blonde girl that will change her life forever?

22/? 📝 43,345

the red means i love you (ongoing)

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Notable Tags: Dark Wednesday Addams, Blood and Violence, Obsessive Love, Emotional Manipulation, Angst, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: Enid dies from her injuries after the fight with Tyler, and Wednesday is determined to bring her back.

15/? 📝 42,639

shadows of the wasteland (ongoing)

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Divina/Yoko Tanaka

Notable Tags: Alternate Universe - Dystopia

Summary: Wednesday Addams' father is killed and marked as a traitor and she desperately needs to know why. She finds herself venturing outside of the walls that protect her city and into the unknown for answers after a run-in with her fellow classmate, Enid Sinclair, leads to leaks of government information that was hidden behind endless locks.

39/? 📝 109,656

backstabber (completed)

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Divina/Yoko Tanaka

Notable Tags: Wenclair Is Endgame, Sexual Assault, Underage Drinking, Minor Character Death

Summary: Wednesday Addams begins dating Tyler Galpin right after her and Enid break up. But things quickly begin to reveal themselves on Enid's 18th birthday. Not everything is as it seems.

20/20 📝 32,620

Polarization (ongoing)

Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Divina/Yoko Tanaka

Notable Tags: Alternate Universe - Detectives, Discrimination, Hate Crimes

Summary: FBI Special Agent Enid Sinclair is put on a serial killing case that quickly becomes personal and dangerous. With the nation's politics already hanging in the balance due to the tension between outcasts and normies, this might just be what tips the pot. Assigned as her partner in the lab is Doctor Wednesday Addams, a forensic anthropologist specializing in criminal justice and the lead forensic scientist of the forensics team. It becomes apparent when the two meet that they are vastly different. Complete opposites, even. They begrudgingly find a way to work together as a society of terrorists threatens the outcasts' existence.

8/? 📝 31,809

fall back into place (ongoing)

Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of VIolence

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Divina/Yoko Tanaka, Kent/Ajax Petropolus

Notable Tags: Inspired By Life Is Strange, Alternate Universe - Life Is Strange, Underage Drug Use, Underage Drinking

Summary: Wednesday, a high school senior, is sent to Nevermore, a private school with good credentials that can get her into an impressive college for photography and writing. A month into the school year, a string of events beginning with a familiar face being shot in a school bathroom leads her down a path of investigating time rewind powers, holes in her timeline, disappearances and murders, and people being drugged.

But the hardest part of being a hero (whether you want it or not) is realizing you can’t save everyone.

5/? 📝 16,278

i'll follow you into the dark (ongoing)

Archive Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Notable Tags: Alternate Universe - Fear Street Fusion, Inspired By Fear Street, Alternate Universe - Horror

Summary: Wednesday Addams hates this town with her whole being. Almost as much as she hates Enid Sinclair, her now ex-girlfriend, who somehow managed to escape the clutches of Shadyside. But when undead killers begin to chase after Wednesday, Enid, and their friends, she soon uncovers there's more to this town than just bad luck, and there's more to her feelings for Enid than just pure hate.

6/? 📝16,813

when summer fades to fall (ongoing)

Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Divina/Yoko Tanaka

Notable Tags: Wenclair Is Endgame, Enemies To Lovers, Project Partner

Summary: Enid Sinclair happens to fall face first into the strongest force on campus; Wednesday Addams. But sometimes people change, just as the seasons do.

4/? 📝 10,532

Oneshots

you hold the key(s) to my heart

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Notable Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Pianist Wednesday Addams, Pianist Enid Sinclair

Summary: Enid, a well-versed piano player, plans to spend more time with her roommate and crush, Wednesday Addams, under the guise of needing piano lessons.

📝 5,758

Green Skin

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid sinclair

Notable Tags: Right Person Wrong Time, Break Up, Getting Back Together

Summary: Maybe it was just the wrong time for them. Maybe if they met again, when Enid had settled into a stable and scheduled life. Maybe when Wednesday’s rambunctiousness had wavered. Maybe.

📝 3,305

No Other Heart Will Do

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Notable Tags: Not Actually Unrequited Love, 5+1 Things

Summary: 5 times Wednesday Addams didn't kiss Enid Sinclair, and the 1 time she did.

📝 7,193

Nightmares and Scars

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Notable Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Scars, Wednesday Addams is Soft for Enid Sinclair

Summary: When Enid wakes up sobbing in the middle of the night, Wednesday takes it upon herself to reassure her closest companion.

📝 2,843

In Every Universe

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Notable Tags: Alternate Universe, Inspired by The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, Inspired by Fear Street (1666), Inspired by Life is Strange, Inspired by The Hunger Games.

Summary: Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair are wound together with the red string of fate. They will find each other in every universe, over and over again.

📝 1,726

Bad Ideas

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Notable Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Smut, Sexual Tension, Blood Kink, Degradation Kink, Switch Wednesday Addams, Switch Enid Sinclair, Smoking, Drinking

Summary: Enid Sinclair finds herself immediately enamored with Wednesday Addams, a girl that goes to a different college than her. The two of them begin getting to know each other, and Enid quickly learns that she’s not the only one that had been thinking about the two of them together.

📝 8,657

from the start

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Ships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Notable Tags: Love Confessions, First Kiss, Pride, Wenclair Pride Event, Lesbian Enid Sinclair, Enidsexual Wednesday Addams

Summary: When Wednesday begrudgingly agrees to go to their friends' pride party with Enid, Enid decides (with a little help from their friends) that it's finally time to buck up and tell Wednesday how she feels.

📝 4,157

[jellyfishsthings]

My lips. Your lips. Apocalypse.

Warnings: my shit writing, violence (kinda?)

part 2, navigation

I will be the first person to say it. School is boring. And that is a lot since Nevermore is no ordinary school. The only class that is interesting, yet exhausting, is this one. Mrs Smith is sitting across from me. Staring intensely in my eyes, trying to find the weak spot in my mental shield. We have been at it for hours and I have managed to preserve my resolve. Until now. She finally breaks in.

"So what is it about you? You seem quite ordinary to be going to that school." The cute Barnstaple across from me asks. He has nice brown hair that curls at his ears. Deep thoughtful eyes. He is mundane or better yet, ordinary, as he called me. He is perfect. But something about him screams certain danger. Tyler, Tyler Galpin, whom I have come to know as my best friend. My dreamy best friend, who I moon over day and night and constantly plagues my thoughts.

"That is top secret agent type of shit, you can not know" I answered him with a chuckle.

The memory soon fades, as fast as it appeared. I feel my shoulders sag from exhaustion and I try to find sense in the safety of my magical pendant. The one that keeps others at bay while also containing my powers. The one that keeps me safe not only from others but also from myself. Mind control is not easy stuff, you have to be hyperfocus. Do you want to control something or someone? You have to draw all your willpower and pour it into that task. Which is tough shit. Making someone forget or simply reading their thoughts or memories, even manipulating them is now as natural as breathing. Shielding yourself from others with the same powers is the hardest. There aren't many of us but we are more powerful than anyone else. So if you slip up, you are vulnerable to the world.

You know what they say. With great power comes great responsibility.

My ears are ringing. My mind is reeling. Each breath I take feels like hell. They are uneven, torturous and slow

"Drink this" I feel a cold water bottle touch my bottom lip. I drink the offered water greedily. My vision from hazy slowly starts turning itself clear and I can make out my surroundings again. "Better?" I nod and wait for the lecture to start. "So your shield lasted over two hours. You are strong, you know that, but you can not let yourself get lost in your daydreams. Especially when we are practising ".

"Yeah I know, I know" I heave, still trying to stabilize my breathing.

"Go rest"

I get up slowly. Unsteady on my feet and wandering through the halls while feeling my way in the walls, trailing my fingertips in the cold stoned wall. I enter my dorm and change out of my uniform. Putting on a white oversized shirt, half buttoned and collapsing in my bed.

The hours pass as I am in a half-awake state. Being aware of the room around me, but my organism turns to its usual state. And so I dream. I dream of him. What it would be like to kiss. What it would be like to date.

I am startled awake as my roommate slams the door behind her wake. Wednesday in her usual lack of colour stops in the middle of the room and sharply looks at me. "Good, you are awake".

I sigh rolling my eyes "What do you want?"

"I am going to the house I was telling you about. I might need your help."

"Why?"

"Because you are useful."

"Jee thanks. It feels good to be appreciated. "

The sun has finally set and we walk towards the school's entrance door, where a familiar Jeep awaits. Tyler, he is here. Enid and Wednesday are wearing their matching hoodie scarf things, as usual, I am left out. As usual, Wednesday climbs in the passenger seat, my seat, and Tyler doesn't say a word about that, instead, he flirts with her. He doesn't even greet me or ask about my day, as he used to.

I silently seeth as we arrive at what looks like a haunted manor. We break in and we start wandering through the house trying to find evidence. At some point, we are separated. As I walk into what looks like an old girl's bedroom, I feel a presence behind me, the hair on my neck standing as I grab the nearest object ready to attack.

Yet a strong hand shoots out and stops my blow easily. "Hey there. Be careful, Rockey, you wouldn't want to hit me, now would you?" The breath is knocked out of me. The moonlight hits him just right, highlighting his features, the soft smile, the high cheekbones and sharp jawline. His laughing face turns into one of confusion. He opens his mouth ready to ask me something, when a strange sound echoes through the room.

He grabs me and flushes me to his chest. He places his hand to my mouth and I feel my heart race. I can feel every plain of his body against mine. His defined chest rises and falls in a crazy rhythm, and his hands hold me in place with urgency. We must stay like this for a few seconds or mere minutes but it feels like hours as I try to catalog his characteristics.

"I will go check, it must have been the girls, please stay here."

"What? No, I am coming with you."

"Please." He uses that voice. The one he knows that can convince me to do anything.

So I stay put. Until I see a light shining into the forest. I find myself following it. Threading through the trees and the fallen leaves. Someone moves just out of sight. A knife is thrown my way and I drop to the ground. The figure stalks towards me and as I think that I am doomed. The Hyde makes its appearance, attacking what I assumed to be a man, tiring him to shreds. After it's done it turns my way, snuffing the air as I am frozen in place, terrified to the bone.

The sound of bones breaking fills the air as the monster in front of me turns into a … boy? A familiar one. He is covered in blood and unconscious. I make a quick decision and drag him towards his house, cleaning him up in his bathtub and stitching up the scratch wound on his pecs. Tyler is the Hyde. The Hyde is Tyler. They are one and the same.

I am watching him, studying him while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful yet troubled. I creep towards his father's room and find some handcuffs, thank you Sheriff Galpin, and tie him up in his headboard, waiting till he awakes.

words: 1.154 (there will be a pt.2.... propably?)

[eidolons-stuff]

Ajax: "Enid, do you like me?"

Enid: "uhh..."

Wednesday: *steps in* "If she liked you, would she not be engaging in the romantic ritual of dating with you instead of me?"

Ajax & Enid: "What?"

[thedemoninme141]

Woeful Tooth. (set in the "Not A Bad Day" universe)

Summary: Wednesday doesn't want to go to the dentist.

Theme: FLUFF!!!

Pairings: Wednesday x Fem Reader. Theme: Fluff! Set in the "after dating" period.

Warnings: Root Canal?!?

Thanks for the insight @cobaltperun

You weren’t one to overthink—well, not much. But the subtle shift in Wednesday’s mood was undeniable. After dating her for months, you had come to learn every expression she wore, no matter how imperceptible it might seem to others.

And right now, something was wrong.

And while Wednesday Addams wasn’t exactly the conversational type, her words now came in curt whispers, that might not alarm anyone else, but it worried you.

In the past few days, her choices leaned exclusively toward soft foods like soups, puddings, and smoothies. And Wednesday eating puddings? That scared you.

“Mashed potatoes, Wednesday?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

She leveled you with a glare. “They are not mashed potatoes. They are boiled tubers, pulverized into an unrecognizable state… much like most victims in my books. I find their texture fascinating.”

“You hate soft foods,” you countered, leaning forward. “Last week, you said pudding was ‘an insult to the human palate.’”

She didn’t respond, instead taking an excruciatingly slow bite, her jaw moving in a way that looked… wrong. She was chewing… carefully?

“Oh my god. You’re in pain,” you blurted, a mix of concern and frustration bubbling up.

Wednesday’s hand twitched, the only sign that you’d struck a nerve. “Your imagination is as dramatic as Enid’s wardrobe. I’m fine.”

“She’s not fine,” Enid chirped from her side of the table, “She’s been super moody these days.”

You shot her a look. “When isn’t she moody?”

“Good point.”

Wednesday stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. “If this riveting discussion of my character flaws is over, I have more pressing matters to attend to.” Without another word, she strode off, leaving you and Enid.

You didn’t confront her again until later that evening in her dorm, “Alright, spill it.”

Wednesday raised a single eyebrow, still not looking at you. “I’ve spilled nothing.”

“You’re acting weird.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, weirder than usual. You’re always quiet but how did you get quieter than quiet? And don’t get me started on your sudden love affair with soft foods. Care to explain what’s going on?"

"Is this a lovers’ quarrel? Do I need to—" Enid just entered the room,

"Enid, no," you interrupted. "Enid, yes," Enid countered, smirking. You ignored her and turned back to Wednesday. "I’m serious. Tell me what’s wrong. You’ve been eating soft foods, avoiding anything crunchy, and barely talking. That’s not you.”

She didn’t respond.

“Wednesday.” Still nothing.

“Enid, start blasting pop music until she cracks.” You ordered,

"On it mam," Enid smirked going for her laptop.

At that, Wednesday sighed—an actual sigh—and turned to face you. “You are as relentless as the Grim Reaper, though far less charming.”

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Her lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. “If you must know, I’m experiencing a mild inconvenience. It’s nothing worth discussing.”

You tilted your head, studying her. “Define ‘mild.’”

“An intermittent, dull ache.”

“In English?”

She scowled. “A toothache.”

“Wait, you have a tooth problem?” Enid’s grin widened. “This is hilarious.”

“I fail to see the humor,” Wednesday deadpanned.

“I’m calling the dentist,” you announced.

“No, you are not.”

“Oh, yes, I am.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” She crossed her arms, “Pain builds character.”

“Pain builds cavities if you don’t deal with it,” you shot back.

She raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps I enjoy the pain. It’s a constant reminder of mortality, a delightful ache that—”

“Stop. Just stop,” you interrupted, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You’re not romanticizing a toothache right now.”

“You are overreacting,” she said coolly.

“And you’re underreacting!” you replied, unable to hold back any longer.

Enid laughed. “This is way better than the TV shows Yoko watches.”

You pointed a finger at Wednesday. “If you think I’m letting that tooth-problemed mouth anywhere near my things—” “What things?” Enid interrupted. You ignored her, focusing on Wednesday’s icy glare. “—then you’ve got another thing coming.” Wednesday stood abruptly, somehow towering over you despite her "height".

“I refuse to be dragged into some sterile torture chamber.”

“Oh, you’re being dragged, alright.”

You grabbed her hand, your grip firm despite her half-hearted attempts to wriggle free.

“This is a violation of my autonomy,” she hissed as you pulled her toward the door. “You’ll thank me later.” “You’re insufferable,” Wednesday muttered. “I love you too,” you replied Behind you, Enid called out, “WHAT THINGS?”

"This place reeks of mundanity," Wednesday muttered. You sighed, gripping her hand, which she allowed but did not return. "Wednesday, it’s a dentist’s office, not a dungeon." "I would prefer the dungeon," she replied dryly. Before you could respond, you heard the assistant's voice, "Wednesday Addams?" "That’s us," you said, standing and tugging Wednesday up with you.

"Well, I have some good news and some bad news," The dentist began. "Start with the bad," Wednesday said flatly. "Your tooth isn’t just decayed—it’s broken."

You blinked. "Broken? What do you mean broken?"

"It looks like it was fractured with blunt force—something hard enough to crack it deep into the root. That’s likely why you’ve been in so much pain."

You whipped around to face her. "Blunt force? What the hell, Wednesday? What did you do?"

Wednesday’s eyes flicked to you, her expression carefully blank. "Nothing of note."

"Wednesday…"

"I fail to see how this line of questioning is relevant," she replied.

You opened your mouth to press further, but the dentist interjected. "I understand this might be a surprise, but for now, let’s focus on treatment. We’ll start with a root canal to clean out the infection and save the tooth. It’s a multi-step process, so today we’ll address the infection and prep the area. Afterward, we’ll schedule a follow-up to place a crown and finalize the procedure."

You sighed, realizing this wasn’t the time or place to interrogate Wednesday. "Fine. Let’s just get it fixed."

The dentist nodded. "Alright, Wednesday, I’ll numb the area first, and then we’ll get started."

Wednesday didn’t even flinch as the needle approached. Instead, she shot you a pointed glance, as if daring you to comment. "She’s handling this easily," The dentist remarked as she drilled the decay. "Most people squirm a little." "Wednesday doesn’t squirm," you muttered, half in admiration, half in exasperation.

After about half an hour, the dentist stepped back, wiping her hands. "That’s the worst of it done. I’ve placed a temporary filling, but she’ll need to return for the crown placement. I’ll schedule the next appointment before you leave."

"Thanks, Doc," you said, relieved.

"Avoid eating anything hard or chewy until the permanent crown is in place. And no blunt force trauma to your mouth, please."

You shot Wednesday a look. She remained silent.

The bus ride back to Nevermore was quiet, You sat beside Wednesday, leaning your head against her shoulder, exhaustion finally catching up to you. "That wasn’t so bad," you murmured sleepily, your eyes drifting shut.

Wednesday didn’t respond, her gaze fixed straight ahead. But as the minutes ticked by, her eyes softened, shifting down to you. Your breathing was slow and even, your face peaceful against her shoulder.

Beating those boys in Weathervane, who Enid mentioned had made comments about you, was worth it. Even if it had cost her a tooth.

[Author's note: Trying to improve my one-shot writings more, how do you feel about this one? You guys can consider this is set in "Not A Bad Day"s universe, prolly after you two started dating, maybe I can write a one set on how Wednesday asked you out]

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[romancedream]

@hislittleraincloud you don't have to be a percy hynes white Stan. But you have to understand what is going on.

Percy is the TARGET of the #Wenclair and #jemma shippers. This is not my opinion or yours, it's a matter of fact.

If you spend some time on X, you will understand what I am talking about.

These jenna ortega, wenclair, and Jemma fans are very much sick creatures. I am not saying they are sick because of their ship. I am saying they are sick because of what they did to Percy, because they se*ualize and objectify Jenna and Emma ( they even dehumanize them at times) and because they are trying to force a sexuality on two women, that they most likely don't identify with, by bullying them and attempting to destroy their friend's life.

You see, this isn't the first time I have seen this. I have been on the internet since 2016, and I have seen this happen to so many actors over the years because of fictional characters and queer baiting. The same thing is happening to jenna, Percy and Emma.

Shipping straight people as gay started with the rise of social media in the late 2000s.

Particularly, shipping platonic friends as gay has become a disturbing phenomenon that gained a lot of traction and followers over the years( we're talking hundreds of thousands if not millions of people for each ship ). Most of the people doing the shipping are straight and completely deranged psychopaths 😏.

If you think about it, who would obsessively ship two girls who are roommates and portrayed as platonic siblings? Mostly: perverted sick people and even pedophiles.

Choosing" TARGETS" is very typical behavior for narcissistic psychopaths. In this case, it is percy and even jenna and Emma Myers.

The purpose of these sick people is : to get Percy fired from the show because with his departure, wenclair will get a chance of becoming real 😏. And if not, at least wavier wouldn't be a canon real thing.

Their other purpose is to forcefully push Jenna away from Percy. Because in their delusional minds, if Jenna ended her close relationship with this man, she might become closer to Emma and start dating her instead 🫢🤭.

As funny and insanely stupid as this sounds, it is the truth about what these lunatics want. You see, they saw how close jenna and percy were last year and they made the assumption that jenna and percy are dating ( or hooking up). It made them go crazy jealous of him: because they fancy themselves with her, or they fancy her with Emma instead.

This isn't very uncommon behavior for these bloody psychopaths. It has happened before, over and over again. at this point, I am used to seeing it.

This whole thing happened because of the queer baiting of Wednesday and Enid on the promotion of the series that the cast members of the show are responsible for. It was also caused by Jenna's occasional flirting with Emma in the same promotion campaign. ( Even though the two actresses don't seem that close behind the scenes)

Afterward, when these lunatics saw how close jenna was to a boy( percy), constantly cuddling with him or hanging out with him. They decided to ruin his life by searching on the internet for whatever the can use to frame him as a bad person.

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Service Wolf

After graduating Nevermore Academy Wednesday attends the prestigious Alighieri Institute to hone her psychic abilities as she continues her detective work. Enid joins her as her service werewolf; there to alert her of visions and try to keep her out of danger as much as possible. All characters 18 years or older. Wenclair.

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Chapter 3

"Of them the world endures no memory;

Mercy and justice them alike disdain."

"Oh. Hey." Enid said awkwardly as she reentered their room the next morning. Wednesday lay in the middle of the room with papers and books haphazardly stroon around her. Dark bags hung heavily under her eyes. Enid walked over, careful to avoid disturbing her work. "Did you sleep, like, at all?"

"I don't need sleep." Wednesday said, though her bloodshot eyes told a different story.

"Well, good thing it's the weekend." Enid said before kissing her on the forehead. "I don't think I'd trust you to walk alone to class like this."

"Your jestfull concern is duly noted." Wednesday said, blinking slowly as she fought to keep her eyes open.

"So… Did you figure anything else out?" Enid asked, glancing back at the crime board.

"Only vague speculation and unsubstantiated theories." Wednesday said, willing herself to sit up.

"Okay so like…?" Enid looked back at her.

"The papers from yesterday, they were arranged like the victims from the crime scene eight years ago." Wednesday said, struggling to get to her feet. Enid hurried over to help her. "There were seven victims in total."

"Okay." Enid said slowly. Wednesday tapped the board.

"Where else do we find a connection between the number seven and this symbol?" She prompted.

"Uh." Enid stared at the board blankly.

"Bismuth." Wednesday said, nodding seriously. "But I can see from the look on your face that we are in agreement." Enid blushed. She had no idea what Wednesday was talking about. "Bismuth isn't theorized to be one of the first seven metals found."

"Totally." Enid said, nodding along with her.

"But then I thought, what if this wasn't the alchemical symbol for bismuth but instead the zodiac symbol Taurus? However, Taurus rules the second house of the wheel and not the seventh, which is Libra. Perhaps the murderer was a Taurus and his victims all Libras." Wednesday said, rubbing her eyes. "So I looked at the birthdays of the victims. Only one Libra. I decided the dates of the disappearances, their heights, any specific number I could tie back to them to add credence to this hypothesis that seven and this symbol were connected in some way." She interrupted herself with a yawn. "And yet I found nothing." Wednesday felt blindly behind her for her chair. Enid pushed it forward and Wednesday slumped into it.

"So then I looked into the symbolism of the circle and half circle and the number seven separately." Wednesday said, crossing her arms as her head started to droop. Her eyelids threatened to close but she pushed on. "Circles can represent many things: celestial bodies, cycles, wholeness, perfection, unity. The half circle: division, duality…" Her voice trailed off as her eyes closed. Enid looked at her with a mixture of affection and pity. Wednesday had clearly exhausted herself without her there to stop her or make her take breaks. She glanced back at their shared bed. Just as she reached for Wednesday she jerked back awake. "Imperfection." She blurted and blinked rapidly. "Which leaves the number seven-"

"Hey." Enid said, squeezing her shoulder. "How about you tell me all about it after you get some sleep, okay?"

"No, no, I can finish my explanation-" Wednesday protested.

"Hey." Enid said, nuzzling her gently. "Small, dark, and gloomy." Wednesday felt her cheeks burn pleasantly. "Why don't you take a little dirt nap, for me?"

"I- Well, if it's for you-" Wednesday cleared her throat. "I suppose-" Enid was already lifting her into her arms effortlessly. Wednesday avoided her eyes in mild embarrassment as she allowed Enid to carry her back to bed.

"Get some rest and we can keep talking about this when you wake up, okay?" Enid said, setting her down and tucking her into bed.

"I shall hold you to your word." Wednesday said, somewhat flustered as Enid brushed a few stray hairs out of her face.

"Mmhm." Enid hummed noncommittally as her hand gently brushed against Wednesday's cheek. Wednesday crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes. Enid sat down at the foot of the bed and watched over her until she knew she was asleep. Then she pulled out her phone and opened her camera roll. She had taken pictures of the scene before Wednesday had her vision.

She zoomed in on the papers and glanced back at the one pinned to the crime board. They all looked random. A flyer, perhaps a letter, a brochure, and a few others she couldn't discern. Enid frowned as she tried to piece together why the first paper only caused a vision but the others induced psychic seizures.

She stretched and retracted her claws. The papers had been carefully sterilized to remove the scent of the perpetrator. Clearly whoever they were after knew how to evade a seer and a werewolf. She sighed as she got up and crossed the room to open her backpack.

Enid pulled out the textbook and workbook she had grabbed from the library and flipped through the pages. She stopped when she came to the chapter on psychic seizures. Glancing between the book and photo on her phone she began ruling out probable causes. Her eyes finally landed on a possible answer.

'Multi Traumatic Event Objects - Psychic visions are most typically triggered by objects tied directly to events with highly elevated emotions (ie family photos, wedding rings, murder weapons, crime scenes, etc). In very rare cases an object can be tied to multiple traumatic events which causes the psychic's senses to be overloaded as they experience visions of all events simultaneously. One of the most notable examples of an MTE object is the Hope Diamond.'

Enid looked back at the photo. How could these simple random papers be connected to multiple traumatic events? She shook her head. It didn't make sense, but then again none of the other explanations offered seemed to fit. She closed her eyes. She really didn't want to go back and grab the papers, if they were even still there, and also didn't want to risk having an object in her possession that was an active threat to Wednesday.

Enid glanced back at the board. What information did they already have that they could work with? She scratched behind her ear as she thought. They knew that there were several people that had gone missing, seven of which whose bodies were found at the scene they had investigated. None of the missing people seemed to have any connection with each other. At least not an obvious one.

Enid sighed as she read through the information Wednesday had gathered on each victim. No pattern in ages, cities, education, income, or hobbies. She furrowed her brow as she double checked the occupation of each. At least two of the seven were listed as professional athletes. It could just be a coincidence or…

Enid hurried to grab her computer. Wednesday had likely overlooked the victims' digital footprint. She sat down at her desk and opened multiple tabs as she began typing in their names.