#wednesday tv series

[gardenoblues]

I am dying for s2

i may have done a little digging on you after we met…

i knew there was a reason i liked you.

[soft-but-tough-cookie]

I think we are all missing the fact that its cannon now that Enid is able to talk Wednesday into making TicToks with her.

[shannara810]

Just something I've been obsessing over lately 🥲 First time with a Weyler story and I've written it in a hour, so bear it with me please!

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Wednesday stormed in her room, Thing on her tail.

She couldn't believe it. Her strategy had been sound, but nothing went as planned.

Rowan. Rowan had almost killed her and she would have been helpless, her death the most foolish and unsatisfactory end in all her family's history had it not been for...

And this made her soul boil even more!

"You know, for a fancy school full of Outcasts these uniforms are quite uncomfortable."

She could already see his smirk in her mind and she hated it. She hated his "I told you so" smiles, the one he reserved just for her every time he succeeded in besting her in their games.

He had saved her tonight - again! - but she would never - NEVER! - give him the satisfaction of being right. She didn't need him here.

Wednesday slowly turned around to look at the owner of the voice.

He was buttoning a shirt cuffs, his chest naked and still wet. The pants he was wearing were a little short on his tall frame and his curls... his curls stood out in all directions resembling a wild, untamed and burning forest. He looked like one of those dark heroes plasted on Enid's YA books and Wednesday hated how she could now compare him to them.

She schooled her expression to give away nothing, but her reaction made his smirk grow even wider.

"I guess you stole them."

"I prefer to say finders keepers." With the last button fastened he approached her, brushing her face with one hand. "Hello, cockroach."

"I didn't need your help." Her reply was hard and fast, like a blade to the heart. It made him chuckle.

In his eyes, she looked like an angry kitten and he fucking loved it. Her frown made her even prettier.

He was not hurt by her tone. He had known how she would react: Wednesday, after all, didn't like to show her human side but she had never learned to hide her emotions from him. His girl was spooked by what had happened in the forest tonight and sooner or later someone was going to pay for that. No one could touch his girl and live.

"Didn't seem like it to me. So, how does it feel like?"

"Feel like?"

"To lose?"

Wednesday recoiled from his warm touch, feeling scorched. His presence was a confusing influence in the dull tedium of her life and she loathed the way it made her... feel. A touch from him and her treacherous body had already forgotten everything around her.

She pushed him away, peeved by his words. He could be more poisonous than a snake when he wanted to be and his sultry tone struck her already bruised ego anew.

"Why are you here?"

He raised an eyebrow, amused.

"A little bird may have told Tante Tish about something strange happening here, so I thought I'd drop by." He tilted his head to the side, pointing at Thing on her dresser.

"Snitch!" The girl hissed.

Wednesday tried to put some distance between them, but he did not allow it.

"I told you to look after Pugsley."

"I don't think Pug will have any problems without us there, mon ange de la nuit." He took her hand. His breath was warm against it, while his full lips left a kiss. "I had a little... chat... with his bullies." He gave her one of his stares, the feral ones which made her blood sing for violence and death. "I missed you."

"Clingy overgrown dog."

His replay was silenced by the arrival of a colored cyclone with blond hair and a shrill voice. "Bestie! What happened? You were gone and..."

Enid stopped in her tracks at the sight before her. Her eyes were so wide open that they were almost comical.

Her grim roomie, her gloomy bestie was in the arms of a dark and unknown boy! An almost naked boy! Did Wednesday have a secret boyfriend she never talked about?! But Enid had thought they were beginning to get close. "Who are you?"

"Hers." He replied with no shame.

"Ohhhh!"

"Stop any absurd thought currently running through your mind, Enid!" Wednesday's angry kitty expression reached new levels of cuteness and the mystery stranger looked totally entranced, almost as her roomie was his sun and stars. Were they having a forbidden affair?

"But..."

"He is just Tyler, my mother's ward. He believed I needed help in solving the mystery of the missing bodies, but he was obviously wrong."

"I thought you didn't like labels, mon cher."

"Shut. Up. Crétin!"

"Love you too, mon ange de la nuit". The boy now known as Tyler replied, unruffled. He waved his hand in Enid's direction, winking at her.

A shiver ran down Wednesday's back, as her life in that hell of school became even more complicated and her plan to run away was officially blown up.

Someone had tried to kill her tonight and she was sure Thing was going to tell her mother everything. She would have to punish him for his betrayal but first thing first, she had to stop her noisy roommate from using her blasted blog and let the truth about her... Tyler being at Nevermore.

Wednesday had never hated her life more.

[blackenheartbutterfly]

@boojangs 🥲

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

If Enid isn’t gay why was she wearing the lesbian flag in like. Her second scene.

[diamantdog]

HUNTER DOOHAN | BEHIND THE BLINDS SS24 Crazy Love Issue (x)

[alder-saan]

Infirmary

Larissa x blind! reader

Warnings : mention of violence.

Flirting and teasing.

You are the new school doctor at Nevermore...

Word count: ~2.9k

Thanks to @tanith-rhea and @bobia13 for beta-reading it! (And @on-an-egotrip who was a bit late but still thank you)

You were writing on your Braille keyboard. This was the end of your first week at Nevermore as the new school doctor. An earphone on, you were listening at the computer-generated voice saying the sentences you were typing.

You heard someone walking next to the infirmary. Long strides, steady click of heels on the parquet. Probably Principal Weems. The steps stopped in front of the opened door. Yes, that definitely was Principal Weems. You recognized her deep breath rhythm. You waited for her to talk to you, but she didn’t say anything.

Larissa was watching you. You seemed so absorbed by your work, she found this somehow cute. She may have had a little bit of a crush on you. She was staring at you, at your hair falling in front of your white eyes, at your hands running on the keyboard, at your so attractive lips, unaware that you could hear her.

And you knew she was staring. That made you smile. Principal Larissa Weems, staring at you… That was quite pleasant.

Why are they smiling? she thought

And you continued typing, as if you didn’t know she was there. And she continued looking at you, your white coat, your skin... When she had read your resume, she was reluctant to hire you because of your blindness. Nevermore was not really suitable for blind people. But in your interview with her, you told her about the abilities of your other senses which allowed you to move around without too much trouble. And then you had an assistant, Simon. Now she was very happy to have hired you. She was very happy because she could look at you. But during the interview, she also noticed this ring you had. A little gold ring, a little gold ring engraved with fine writing that she could not read. And as you had a ring, she knew she would never be able to make a move, and flirt with you. You already belonged to someone else. She knew she could never have you. So she just looked at you.

“Do you want to talk to me, or are you just here to stare, Principal Weems?” You asked.

Her eyes widened. How did you know?

“If you just want to stare, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

“Can you… see me?”

“I can’t, I’m blind, Principal. But I can hear you.”

She cleared her throat.

“I wanted to talk to you but… as you were working I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Don’t worry, come, I always have time for my boss.”

You heard her heels approaching you, and her floral perfume wrapped you. She sat on the chair in front of your desk.

“I wanted to ask if your week went well.”

“Oh, pretty well, thank you. Do you want tea or something? I have tea, coffee, herbal tea, some sodas or fruit juice.”

“Er…”

“Tyl’, can you make me a cup of tea, please? Do you want one, Principal Weems?”

“What kind of tea?”

“Earl Grey. I’m pretty basic.”

Now she thought about this, the entire infirmary smelled Earl Grey. Actually, your mug was never empty. Everyone has their own addictions.

“A safe bet. I’d like one, thank you.”

“Two cups of tea, Tyl’.”

The kettle began to boil.

“Who’s Tyl’?”

“Uh? Oh, Tylgoedin, it’s an enchantment a friend of mine made for me. It’s basically like Alexa but more efficient.”

“And… Can you do all that you want with it?”

“No, I _or anyone else_ have to do the action at least one time for it to memorise. And then it just does the same thing again and again. I can teach him new things, but usually, it's a non blind person who does it for me.”

“I didn’t know that kind of thing existed…”

She looked at the kettle, and then two mugs floated in the air to the table on which the kettle was. Two tea-bags went out of a small box, settling on their own in the mugs.

“It allowed me not to have someone permanently with me. I can live alone thanks to this enchantment.”

She frowned. You had a ring. Did your… partner let you live alone? What kind of partner was it?

“You live alone?”

“Yes, why?”

“I thought you… were engaged or married. Or maybe you don’t live with them… Which is… totally fine. I’m not questioning your life choices. That would be unprofessional and inappropriate.”

You suppressed a chuckle.

“My ring, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Mh, that’s Tyl’, the enchantment is on ring, I mean. I decided to put it on my ring finger to show my ex-colleague I wasn’t interested. But that’s true I don’t need to do this anymore.”

Her eyes widened, her heart warmed. So you were neither engaged nor married. She might have a chance with you.

“A simple ‘no’ wasn’t enough?”

“He learnt I was a lesbian and thought he could change me...”

The tea now brewed, the two cups came towards you. So you were a lesbian, uh? That was good to know. Larissa took a sip.

“Men…” She said in a sigh.

“And you?”

“And what “me”?”

“Engaged? Married?”

She blinked in disbelief. Were you really asking her if you had someone?

As she was taking time to answer, you got worried. She was your boss. You couldn’t just flirt with her like that.

“I’m sorry, that’s inappropriate. Just forget what I-”

“No, that’s okay, sweetheart. I’m single.”

You blushed and coughed, hearing the pet name.

“S-So, what did you want to ask me? Apart from whether my week went well.”

“Yeah, I have two more questions. First, is everything alright? I understand if you need facilities due to your disability.”

“I will just need time to program Tyl’, that’s all.”

She nodded.

“Did you see many students this week?”

“See? None.” you giggled.

“Oh, of course, sorry, well… You know what I mean, right?”

“Yes, don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. A few came here. headaches, stomachaches, hypoglycemia...Usual stuff. Mmh, yeah, one panic attack. But that’s all.”

“Who was it?”

The worries in her voice made your heart melt. She cared so deeply about her students, that was adorable.

“Enid Sinclair, if I remember well. But I'm not quite sure.”

“Blue eyes, blond hair, pink and blue high-” she stopped as she realised you couldn’t recognize her with this kind of description. “Talks a lot, really kind, unbearably curious”

“I think that’s her. I cannot tell you more about it, but don’t worry, she’s okay now.”

“I understand, thank you.”

You instinctively fidgeted your ring, as the silence returned. You knew she was watching you. It was as if you could feel her gaze on you. But you didn't know what she was thinking. You were afraid you had been too direct with your question, a little earlier, that you had said, at one point, something inappropriate. She made you nervous. But you tried to hide it.

“Do you have… another question?”

“No, that’s all, Dr Y/L/N. Thank you for answering.”

“You’re welcome, principal Weems.”

And then she left. Only the scent of her perfume lingered behind her.

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A week went by.

You were eating your lunch on a bench in the courtyard when your phone rang. That was Simon, your nurse colleague. 

“Simon, is there a problem?”

“Y/N? Yes, yes, there is a big problem now. I can’t handle it. Either you come now or I call the emergency room”

“I’m on my way, what’s the problem?”

“Principal Weems had been attacked by normies. She managed to drive back to Nevermore and walk to the infirmary, but she threw up and her head is bleeding.” He quickly spouted off.

Your blood froze as you recognized the words "attacked" and "Principal Weems" in his frantic gibberish. Shit. It could have been a concussion…

“I’ll be there in one minute.”

You hung up.

You almost ran into three students. You knew the way to the infirmary by heart, but you couldn't predict where the students were, and your ear was overwhelmed by all the noise around you. 

“Sorry, sorry, it’s an emergency.”

You tried to protect your ears as much as you could. This was really uncomfortable. Some teenagers grumbled "watch out!" as you passed.

You arrived in the infirmary, breathless. But you had no time to catch your breath.

“Where is she?”

“She is lying in one of the resting rooms. The left one. I gave her water and painkillers.”

“Thank you Simon.”

You walked to the resting room. When you opened the door, you heard Larissa’s breathing. It was calm, and it comforted you. The stillness in the room was appeasing the tinnitus in your ears.

“Dr Y/L/N?” she articulated.

“Yes, that’s me, how do you feel?” you said as you carefully closed the door behind you.

“Strange.”

“That’s normal. Can you give me your hand, please?” you held out your hand towards the voice.

“Why?”

“You know, my ability. I can know where you’re hurt by touching your skin.”

“Oh, right, right.”

Her hand touched yours. You gently squeezed it, appreciating the softness of her skin, and concentrated. You automatically knew all of her body, from its outer form to the smallest cell of which it was composed. You spotted a superficial wound on her temple and some bruises on her ribs and arms. You inspected her brain very carefully, trying to ignore the dopamine and oxytocin her brain was secreting. But there was nothing abnormal or serious. A small concussion, she would need to rest. More fear than harm. You let her hand out.

“You’re really beautiful, darling, you know?”

You felt your cheeks warming. Why would she say that now? The blow to her head must have been harder than you thought… But why didn’t you find anything?

“I was about to say nothing serious, but I might be wrong.”

“Oh, come on, can’t you just accept a compliment?”

“Then thank you, you too.”

“You don’t need to say that, you know. Especially if you can’t see.”

“I touched you. I know all about your body. Even your blood type and your chronic back pain, darling.”

“Jesus! Do you know my DNA too?”

“I cannot know that. But what I do know is that holding my hand makes you secreting pleasure hormones”

“Eh! That’s unfair!”

“Life’s not fair, Principal Weems.”

You smirked, and while turning around, you asked Tylgoedin for some bandages, cotton and antiseptic for Larissa's wound. You heard her moving in the bed, behind you, but gave it no attention. The three items floated to your hands, and you took a step back, willing to approach you from her.

But she was right behind you, sitting on the bed. You didn’t properly calculate the distance between you and her. You lost your balance, bumping into her knees, and fell directly onto her lap, as everything you had in your hands hit the ground. She wrapped her arms around your waist.

“Nice catch.” she said.

Nice calculations, she thought

“I’m sorry, Principal Weems. I didn’t want to…” You felt your heart racing.

“Call me Larissa, darling.”

“Al-alright. Then I’m sorry, Larissa.”

“Don’t, that’s not your fault.”

“Can you let me stand up, now?”

“Can't you bandage me from my lap?”

You were about to argue but… Being on her lap was quite nice. You snapped your fingers, and the items on the floor flew into your hands.

“I can.”

Tylgoedin poured a few drops of disinfectant on the cotton. You could hardly concentrate, her arms around your waist, her breathing so close to you. You could almost hear her heartbeat.

“Good, because I won’t let you go,” she purred

“Is that a kidnapping, Principal Weems?” you teased.

You began to disinfect her wound, and you felt her tense up as you applied the antiseptic.

“Sort of. For me to release you, you'll have to allow me something... a date, for example.”

You tried to hide your giggle and your blush, but as your head was a few inches separated from hers, she could see your reaction. You wondered if she could feel the warm glowing from your cheeks.

“How dare you flirt with me during my working hours?” 

“Well technically, this is your lunchtime.”

“True.”

She turned her head towards you. Your hand on her cheek allowed you to know where she was looking. And she was looking at you, at your eyes, your lips, your neck.

“You know, when I said you were beautiful, I meant it.”

“Oh, hush. Stop talking or I’ll disinfect your eye.”

You never liked this kind of compliment. It reminded you you could never tell if it was true or not. And honestly, many people, especially teens and pre-teens, told you you were not beautiful, even ugly, because of your white eyes and the fact you couldn’t wear makeup. Now, compliments  sounded like a bad joke to you.

“Why would you disinfect my eye?” she asked, half laughing.

You wrapped a small bandage around her head.

“Because to say such nonsense, you probably have something in your eyes which prevents you from seeing properly.”

“Darling, among the two of us, you are the blind one. So trust me on all the appearance stuff, okay?”

“You might be right. It’s just… Compliments on what I look make me uncomfortable.”

“Okay then. What if I say you have a really beautiful voice?”

You smiled. That was the kind of thing you liked to hear. You put your lips on the bandage on her temple and kissed it.

“Are you kissing my boo-boos?”

"Yeah, it’s a part of my ability, I can remove pain with kisses." It wasn’t. But she had no way to prove it.

"What if I feel pain somewhere else?"

You verified, but you couldn’t spot pain anywhere else right now. She was lying.

"You don't, I know it"

"I do! Just here." With a smirk, she put her fingertip to her lips.

“You smart girl…”

You put your other hand on her other cheek and kissed her. Her lipstick made it feel strange, but not unpleasant. And you could know her heart was racing, and her brain was releasing oxytocin. She moved her hands behind you, holding you tighter. Her lips against yours, her breath on your face, that was all you wanted right now. Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, and you made a sweet moan. She kissed you, again and again, moving very slowly to lay you down on the bed. She left some kisses on your cheeks, on your jaw, on your neck, at the edge of your shirt, which wasn’t covered by your white coat since it was your lunchtime. Her hands went under your clothes, caressing the skin on your ribs.

“Larissa…”

“I want you, Y/N”

She was driving you crazy. You knew she wanted you. Through the contact of her lips on your skin, of her fingertips on your belly and of your hands on her cheeks, you knew she was getting wet.

“I know,” you whispered.

You buried your fingers in her hair, it was soft, almost smooth. Her perfume enveloped you completely, so that all around you was her. The lips on your skin : her. The intoxicating scent : her. Those hair you felt under your touch : her. This body, towering you, pressing you against the bed : her. The sweet moans : her. The hands on your hips, running a finger under your shirt : her. The breathing sound and the heartbeat : her. But you couldn’t get enough. You wanted more.

Then the clock rang. It was the end of your lunchtime.

You sighed. You had to work. You didn’t want to but…

“Larissa, let me go, please.”

She groaned and caressed your cheek.

“I don’t want to.”

“Me neither, but my boss won’t be happy to learn I spend my working hours kissing a pretty girl in the resting room.”

“This is a kidnapping, sweetheart, your boss won’t say anything, it’s against your will...”

You chuckled. You really wanted to stay with her. You wanted her. Her body, her scent, her hands, her breathing, her hair, her lips, and her heart.

“I accept your offer of a date, then.”

“Okay, okay, you may go. But wait a second.”

She rubbed her thumb on your skin.

“What are you doing?” you asked

“You wouldn’t want every student to see my lipstick colour on your skin, would you?”

“God, I forgot it could leave stains…”

As hard as you could love her dominating you, you loved her just as much taking care of you. You let her clean your skin, knowing she was smiling while looking at your own smile. 

“That’s all, no lipstick stains left.”

“Thank you.”

You stood up. Now she wasn’t touching you anymore, you couldn’t know what she was doing, you didn’t like that, not knowing all about her.

“You need to rest, at least for 24h”

“Can I at least have my laptop, I need to work.”

“No work.”

“But I have to-”

“It is a work stoppage, doctor's order. No work.”

“Not even a single email?”

“Not even a “single” email. Nothing. Nic. Nada. Nichts. Nulla. Nietsego. Capice?”

“Okay, okay, Dr Y/L/N.” she laughed “And for our date?”

“What about… Sunday? To the Weathervane?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“If you need anything, I’m at my desk.”

And you went out of the resting room.

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Hope you all enjoyed it!

[pandorascripts]

I Bet You Think About Me

pairing: wednesday x reader

cw: angst, cheating, tyler galpin.

note: you should know that I made morticia and gomez the mean rich type of people to fit this.

summary: catering your ex-girlfriend’s wedding was certainly not what you wanted to do, but it proves to be fruitful as you get to say goodbye— and taunt her.

song: I Bet You Think About Me (feat. Chris Stapleton) (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault) by Taylor Swift ;).

proof read like once. I’m finding a lot of mistakes because I’m tired LMAO.

SEND IN REQUESTS BASED ON TS SONGS!

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It had been exactly three months since Wednesday had called off your relationship. She claimed you were too childish and that you were just too different from her— that you couldn’t fit into her world. Looking back on it now you can only laugh, the true reason why Wednesday broke up with you was because she was too scared of the consequences.

Despite what she claims and what others believe, Wednesday does care about what her family thinks. And her family, the richest and most powerful people in all of New York, had high expectations in who she would date. They certainly didn’t think (or even know) that Wednesday wanted to date someone below her status, below her age for that mater. Nine years wasn’t too bad, but her parents wanted Wednesday to be nine years younger than her rich, male lover. Unfortunately you didn’t fit any boxes where it mattered. 

But as you’re catering her wedding, watching Wednesday dance with her new husband, you really can’t help but chuckle. Wednesday’s been staring at you for the entire event, and you know damn well she’s been thinking about you. You see it in the way she eyes your work attire, — a tight, clad semi-formal suit— and in the way she frowns the moment her husband draws her attention away from you. It’s obvious. 

Buts it’s only until the service is almost over that she approaches you. 

“Hi.”

You look down to the glasses you’d been cleaning previously, trying to help out your friend with his own job. “Mrs. Galpin, is it?”

Wednesday scoffs, arms crossing over her chest. “Yeah, it is now.”

You nod, wiping a white cloth against the crystal glass of the cup. It’s almost as thick as the tension between you two. 

“Look, I want to tell you that I’ve moved on, and that I think it’s really immature of you to show up here.”

Your eyes widen drastically as you stare at Wednesday and her audacity. Grabbing her by the wrist, you drag her into the nearest storage closet so you can scream at her. She doesn’t stop you because she wont dare to make a scene with her filthy-rich family here. Her wrist in your hand brings up dead memories, memories long buried under sadness and anger. 

When the door clicks shut, you finally turn around to yell at her. “I’m doing my job, Wednesday. I didn’t have a choice because unlike you I can’t just wait until my trust fund opens. As you’ve made very, very, very, clear, I don’t have one!”

Wednesday rolls her eyes, her fingers adjusting the hem of her dress. “Just don’t cause anything. You and I both know that you were always dramatic.”

“Oh, I’m dramatic? You got engaged a week after we broke up to please your parents.”

“We were never going to work out! I like him! It wasn’t for my parents.”

“I don’t have to be one of your many shrinks to know you’ll never be happy with him. In fact,” you step closer to Wednesday, rage clouding the thoughts telling you to leave it be, “I bet you think about me.

“You’re out here marrying rich, handsome guys and trying to chase a status your parents want you to have, but I bet you’ve never felt so locked up in your life.”

Wednesday shudders, her cold gaze darting around your face.

“Why’s that?” she asks, still trying to act like she’s in power.

“Because you never felt more free than when you were with me.”

Wednesday gulps, her head whipping to the storage closet as she tries to not look at you. She fails, and proves your point beautifully. You shake your head, disbelief and disappointment the only thing you feel.

“Goodbye, Wednesday. Enjoy the wedding and let me do my job peacefully.”

Your hand retreats from the wall behind her, when they got there you can’t remember, and you turn around. Wednesdays hands reach out to grab your face before you have enough time to register what’s happening. 

Her lips are still just as soft as they were that night she left you. Her kisses are still sweet and passionate, always expressing what she can’t say through words. You sigh, forgetting about the wedding, about her parents, and about her husband waiting for another dance just beyond that door. 

It doesn’t take long until your fingers thread themselves in her dress and then you remember all of those things and more. You remember why she dumped you— why you have to let her go. You pull away harshly, taking a few quick steps back and sprint out the door. Wednesday doesn’t bother chasing after you. 

You run to your friend James, alerting him of your well-earned break that you decide to take. He nods, waving you off as you dart out of the venue. The early spring snow sets against the slush and you sigh. The cold grounds you, remembering the night three months prior. 

You shift on Wednesdays lap, laying your head on her shoulder. She’s reading in peace, a book her friend recommended, you recall. Her friend had claimed it had changed his view on life, and had told Wednesday it would do wonders for her. She was only reading it to poke fun at it. 

The movie in the background was long forgotten by you, your eyes instead lining her jawline and the soft curve of her nose. 

“Wednesday.”

“Yes?” she asks, flipping the page over. She doesn’t look at you, or even stop reading her book. 

You’ve been noticing this for the past two weeks now, her attention has been dwindling. Wednesday’s become more stressed and angry. Fights have been more frequent, at least two every other day. It’s always over minuscule stuff too, like how you dress, where you work, how Wednesday doesn’t like the way you hold your fork, or the way you laugh like a kid. You told her maybe it’s because you are one. After all, you’re twenty two and she’s thirty-one. Wednesday ignored you for hours that day. 

“Will you put the book down?”

“Why?” Again, no eye contact. 

“Because I want to have a real conversation.”

“We are.”

You scoff, swinging your feet off of her thighs and stand up, the book getting knocked to the floor. You don’t apologize despite her shouts, instead you grab your keys and shrug on your coat. 

“Where are you going?” she demands, hands trying to grab the keys out of your pocket. 

You swat her away and tie your shoelaces. “For a walk.”

“The hell you are! It’s eleven at night and December, it’s too late and too cold.”

You ignore her again, swinging the door open and skipping outside. Wednesday doesn’t follow you, but you don’t need to look back to know that. The door slamming tells you enough. 

That night when you got home, a clear head and a fresh apology with you, Wednesday called you childish. She told you that dating you was a mistake, that meeting you was one. And then her bag of belongings— you remember frowning over the fact that she only had an unpacked bag of stuff— was thrown into her corvette. 

It didn’t matter how much you clung to her, begging that she didn’t do this, she shrugged you off and left without so much as a glance back.

When your five minute break was over, you walked back into the wedding and continued working. Wednesday wasn’t anywhere to be seen for the rest of the night.

Maybe it wasn’t the goodbye you wanted, but it sure was a loud one. All you can hope is that Wednesday is tormented by what you once had, because at least you can certainly bet she thinks about you. 

[crona-gorgon2312]

Happy Birthday to The Goth Queen of Sass herself Wednesday 🔪🔪🖤🖤🎊🎊🎂🎂

[nightshades-hq]

i will never get over joy and hunter doing the apple dance like something about it just makes my heart swell with joy

[weyler-a-love-like-war]

SORRY GUYS... It could be a fake news or another character's love interest but I am having so much fun here ... still related to the news out yesterday ... I just feel for once Wylers, Wenclairs and Waivers are all on the same boat 😂

[shewolf-sinclair]

at this point, as much as i ship weyler for my own reasons, idc if it ever canonically happens. i just need tyler to have a redemption and come to terms with the shit that happened TO him. i need everyone else to understand he went through it too and it wasn’t really his fault no matter how much they want it to be. he was hurt just as badly as anyone else emotionally and physically. i need him to have the opportunity to be a person. his own person. meaning that we know for a while he was following lucas’s gang. out of anger and spite for the world. between that and ep1 was a year. we don’t know how long laurel had a hold on him. which means he hasn’t had a large chance to live by his own rules and grow as an individual) and i need him to have that for my own closure if nothing else. ideally he gets admitted to nevermore but 🤷🏻‍♀️ bare minimum i’m asking is they don’t make him the inhumane villain and brush him off after all is said and done. i mean we know hes essential to S2 plot (thanks casting/production announcement video) but it could easily be just getting him back in the prison van and shipping him off. or a second ‘master’ who was an unknown accomplice to the battle of crackstone, who’s now taking over after laurel’s death (who could be the stalker.) (while i don’t want this to happen i admit it would be super interesting) that would be so easy for them to do. and i like and want the complex stuff. give him depth. even if they keep him evil and go the route of him liking the murder at least let him have some humanity. I need that much.

[soft-but-tough-cookie]

Enid: Do you like me?

Wednesday: I married you.

Enid: Yeah, but like, did you marry me as a friend or because you like like me? That was super unclear.

Wednesday: Did you take your meds today?

Enid: No.

Wednesday: I love you, but don’t talk to me until you do. *leaves*

[shannara810]

"Tyler, mijo!"

The party was still in full swing when Gomez' jubilant voice overcame the hum of the gentlemen present, catching his attention.

Dressed in his favorite crimson shirt, his uncle stood among Outcasts of all types, showing off his unequalled talent with two blades.

Gomez' daggers shone under the dim lights of the lamps, whipping the air as they were thrown and picked up effortlessly.

For the Addams Family knives were not a simple weapon, they were an art. And to dance with them while courting Death? Ohhhh, the thrill!

Tyler didn't really need to use a blade to defend himself... or to dispose of his enemies. He had his claws, after all. Still for his thirteenth birthday, after the whole Debbie Matter, Tio Gomez had gifted him with a magnificent inlaid dagger which once had belonged to Mordred, son of Morgana.

The legend said that the blade was soaked with King Arthur’s blood, Mordred's father and his greatest betrayal. An old, cursed dagger that Tyler guarded jealously. Because he was an Addams, in his heart if not in blood. And you could not consider yourself a self-respecting Addams without a cursed blade by your side.

After leaving Xavier with his new beau, the Hyde made his way through the guests, greeting Cousin Itt and some of his co-workers. Tio Gomez had insisted that parties like this were a boon to business and Tyler could see the appeal of his uncle's words.

Businessmen, assassins, lords of old and distant lands. Many had answered to Gomez Addams' call and all were left quite charmed by Tyler's easy smile and jovial nature.

The reopening of The Club666 was a success and he had managed to make several connections, useful for their plans. But it was no surprise. He was a Hyde and Hydes were well known for being masters in disguising themself and blending with all the sorts of people.

Still, after three hours spent in Vincent Thorpe's presence, the only thing that Tyler wanted to do was go home and sleep... better if in his Wednesday's bed.

Or rip the man's throat with his teeth. He was not that picky.

"My boy!"

Tio Gomez laid his blades on a table nearby and firmly grabbed Tyler. The older Addams squeezed him so hard that the boy heard his bones creak.

He liked... loved Gomez' easy displays of affection.

If his Ange de la nuit was Fester's prodigy and Pugsley their mother's sweet boy, Gomez... Gomez was Tyler's.

Tyler's father, mentor, role model.

He owed the man everything.

He didn't remember much from before, before his eighth birthday. It was like his life had started with the accident, with the memory of his mother being impaled in their car and her pained voice whishing him to run. There was nothing before the red of that night and the rage that had come with his Hyde being awakened.

But Gomez had taken that little and unruly monster and shaped him in a new kind of beast. The man had taught him fencing, how to charm people and court women... well, woman. The rules of honor and the love for a well - executed manslaughter.

If Tyler was free from the bane of having to serve a master as his Hyde nature often required, it was thanks to Gomez. Wednesday's love had given him a mate, true; but his uncle had taught him how to find the balance he needed to be one and the same with his Hyde and be his own Master.

If one day Tyler could become even just half of the man that Gomez Addams was, then he would be satisfied.

"Tio".

Gomez gave Tyler one final pat on the shoulder, passing him a glass of whiskey. "Excellent party, my boy. I had no doubt that it would be a success!" The older Addams lit a cigar, raising his own glass in a toast.

Tyler gave him a half smile, bowing his head a little. "I'm glad. Where's Tio Fester?"

From the other side of the hall a prehistoric roar made the windows shake.

"There he is. Ohhh, that's Cousin Irwin! I thought he was still in the Galapagos mixing with... indigenous fauna".

For a moment Tyler thought to ask what "mixing with the indigenous fauna" meant, but after all these years he knew better. Sometimes you had to accept the strangest things without many questions.

The Hyde brought the glass to his lips, taking a long sip of the amber liquid. The whiskey burned his throat, but he had to admit he quite liked the taste. It was sweet, metallic. It reminded him of blood.

"So, this is the famous Hyde everyone is talking about".

Tyler was surprised by a quiet voice a few steps away from them. He had been unaware of the man’s arrival and this was new.

He was very proud of his predatory senses, so being able to catch him off guard was quite the feat. Strictly speaking, Wednesday was the only one who could do it.

Yet this man had managed to startle him.

How nice.

The stranger wore a long leather coat, the dark shirt underneath open on his chest. A friendly smile peeked out of his well-groomed beard, while his dark eyes had a commanding light that Tyler had rarely seen. The stranger was not particularly tall, but something in his smell made the boy's blood boil. The man reeked of danger and death and the Hyde's claws were itching to come out.

Tyler was sure his eyes had turned red.

Tante Tish had carefully chosen each one of his guests, the best of the Outcast society. However, Tio Gomez had pushed for a few names and Tante Tish had smiled in her mysterious way at his suggestions.

"Never fought a Hyde before, but there's always a first time for everything". The stranger's smile never wavered.

"Lucian, mi amigo! It's been ages since I’ve seen you on this side of the world!" His uncle’s ecstatic tone calmed his blood thirst, but only a little. This man was dangerous and Tyler had no intention to leave his guard down.

"Gomez".

Tio Gomez and the stranger, this Lucian, exchanged a warm handshake. Two vampires stood behind the newcomer and the Hyde could smell gunpower on them. All the guests had been disarmed before entering the Club, but that did not mean much for their kind.

"Tyler, mijo, I want you to meet my dear friend Lucian. Best drinking buddy you could ask for. I miss our late nights, mi amigo!"

"I’m sure we can catch up one of these nights, Gomez. I’ll be in town for a while".

Tio Gomez offered his friend a cigar, lightining It with a match. Lucian took a long breath, slowly exhaling the smoke. He motioned to the two men behind him, who quickly disappeared among the guests.

As he truly needed bodyguards. There was something in the way he moved that screamed "power", making every cell in Tyler's body ache for a good fight. His scent reminded him of the Wild, of a wet dog and... blood. It was something familiar but, at the same time, the strangest combination he had ever met. The Hyde could not understand what kind of Outcast he was facing.

For a moment he was reminded of Enid, but the newcomer's scent was stronger. Older. Like a werewolf on steroids.

Something in his expression must have showed his doubts, for Tio Gomez' friend laughed. "The wife worries".

"I feel you, my friend. And how is your darling Sonja?"

Lucian smiled, this time for real. "Busy with her new Blood Sucker Council and with the training of our grand-daughter. With Selene still in the North and Michael overseeing the Labs, the kid stays with us".

"Ahhh, the joys of life! There’s nothing better than the sound of tiny fangs struggling with their first hunt!" Gomez gave Tyler a side glance and the boy let out a small laugh. His uncle was not very subtle.

"You know it won't work on me, Tio. Wednesday's desires are mine and I will never force her to do something she doesn’t want."

Now, nothing said there might not be one or two little Hydes in their future. Maybe one with his curls and his cockroach's black eyes too, but that was something he would have to work on later. He didn't like to share Wednesday's time, yet he could make an exception for a few pups of his own blood.

Lucian looked at him with something akin to respect. "Good answer, little Hyde. Good answer. We would be nothing without the ladies in our life. But Tio? I thought you were Gomez' son".

His uncle gave him a sound pat on the shoulder, cracking another bone or two. "Nephew, son, who cares? He is an Addams!"

Again Tyler felt his lips move, melt into a smug smile just as Gomez remarked on him being family. One day Tyler would marry his Ange de la Nuit, there was no doubt. But to know he was wanted, that he belonged for just being Tyler... it made his soul roar, euphoric!

With the corner of his eye, he saw Lucian’s calculating look fix on him like he was some kind of puzzle. "Well, young Addams. Let's talk business. You don't refuse a personal invitation from Gomez Addams, but I'm sure I didn't come here for the open bar. So I will ask you only once: why did I leave Budapest and my beloved wife for the rainy Jersey?"

Tyler let out another small laugh. He could appreciate a direct approach but, above all, he had not missed the way the guests around them had quieted while they were speaking. Fear and humor: his favorite way to deal with people.

"From your tone, monsieur, you make it look like I’m sowing the seeds of a war. I'm just a kid starting a business".

"A business that has mysteriously gathered together all the most influential Outcasts in the world, it seems".

"Potato, pothato. We are Addams, after all. The cooky and the spooky are in our blood and it's not my fault this family knows lots of interesting people". Tyler grinned widely, before giving Lucian the most innocent look he could master.

"Bold, kid. I'll grant you this. And I'm willingly to give you the chance to tell me about your innocent business. You remind me so much of another young smart-ass".

"Who?"

"Myself. The last time I started an innocent business, I lead a rebellion against a cult of geriatric blood-suckers".

For once Tyler was left speechless. This man was hilarious.

"So, Gomez. Let's show the boy how us Hungarians conduct business".

While he spoke Lucian took off his coat, unbuttoning his shirt with care. His skin started to change, turning callous and blue.

His hands morphed in claws, while his bones were realigning themself and his mouth stretched outwards: it now looked like the muzzle of a wolf. If his eyes were warm before, now they were two bottomless pools of darkness.

"What..."

"Our Lucian here is a Lycan/Vampire Hybrid, one of the first ever existing". Tio Gomez wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling on his cigar again. "Every Lycan pack on the Eastern Europe is under his command".

The chilling sound of bones breaking and cartilage stretching ceased and the Hybrid gave him the parody of a smile, showing his impressive fangs. "What do you say, boy. First blood?"

Tyler felt his face break into a wide grin, his blood singing for violence and pain. This man was awesome: powerful and funny, the right kind of Outcast you would want by your side in a war.

And Lucian had been right: Tyler had a war in mind. A war against all those backstabbing traitors who had shunned his kind for the sake of money and social power. He could not wait for it!

He passed his jacket to Gomez. "Hold it for me, Tio. Tante Tish will strangle me if I destroy another one!"

With the adrenaline pumping, he was already half-morphed. A manic light lit up his face.

He loved Addams' parties!

Notes!

Wow, not sure I would have been able to finish this but I DID IT!!! It had been sitting on my phone for weeks, but with the way work has been going on lately I had no chance to fix it.

So this is my New Year’s Resolution: I want to write more!

Happy new year to everyone and this is for you @fullofwoe5321! I'm really trying to make a verse out of my crazy brain 😁

P.S: Yes, that's Lucian from Underworld. Yes, he is still alive and married to Sonja. But I needed a strong Outcast and I still have a crush on him, so fight me 😑

[blackenheartbutterfly]

do you guys think there will be any significant time jump? since how are they going to make us not notice Pugsley and Eugene suddenly more grown up looking and towering over Wednesday? 😂 Obviously in the two years Isaac and Moosa had both changed so drastically due to puberty and I can’t imagine s2ep01 being a week or so after the last episode of s1 👁️👄👁️

[starrycotton-faves]

Female characters in Tim Burton's movies, pt. 2