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happy birthday wednesday addams!!!

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i give you my soul. gomez x morticia

synopsis: gomez and morticia’s first date.

word count: 1,558

tags: headcanons ✶ fluff ✶ not proofread

warnings: none

┈─★ this is my very first time writing these two so don’t yell at me if i did something wrong. i tried and that’s all that matters! fans of the 1964 addams, shut up. i know gomez is allergic to flowers. i know, cool your jets. ┈─★ this one’s for you bestie boo @softspades

Morticia’s fencing class had went a little longer than normal. She found Gomez pacing the hallways outside, twirling a black rose between his fingers. “Mon cher, how long have you been waiting?” She asked, smelling the rose he had given her.

Everyday—after his ghost science class ended—Gomez would pick a flower from the rosebushes in the quad and have one waiting for Morticia when she got out of fencing. By the end of the week, she would have a full bouquet of black roses.

Gomez was allergic to roses. He put his allergies aside for Morticia because he knew she loved black roses.

“For you? My whole life, cara mia.” Gomez said, kissing her knuckles. Morticia smiled and pulled him into a quick kiss. The two of them ked to their second shared class of the day, vampire anatomy. “I would like to take you somewhere tonight.”

“Where would you take me?”

“Meet me at the gates at 7:30 tonight.”

“I would have to sneak away from Larissa first. She has eyes like a hawk and you know how she’s a stickler for the rules.”

Morticia watched him thinking as they rounded the corner. She tucked her rose behind her ear. Gomez turned to her, “The astronomy tower, then? Same time.”

“It’s a date.” Morticia said, walking into vampire anatomy and taking her seat next to Larissa. Gomez told his seat by his lab partner and roommate, a siren, named William. She waved to Gomez and toom the flower out of her hair to use as a bookmark in her textbook.

Larissa nudged her, shooting a glare at Gomez. “Another rose? He’s got to stop doing that. He’ll get trouble, you know that, right?”

Morticia shrugged. “It’s endearing, Rissa. You’ll feel the same when you find your other half.” If Larissa said anything more, Morticia didn’t hear it. She was too preoccupied by her lover across from her. Morticia, however, did catch the look of longing on her roommate’s face. She decided to ignore it, for now.

The bell rang, signally class had ended. Gomez got up to walk Morticia back to her dorm but she stopped with a hand on his chest. “I need to talk to Larissa, okay, Gomez? I’ll see you tonight.” She said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He nodded and fell into step with William. Morticia bumped shoulders with Larissa and watched her as she stared straight ahead. Morticia pushed her hair over her shoulder and stopped in her tracks, making the blonde girl stop as well.

“Do you have feelings for Gomez?”

“...what?”

“Do you have—”

Morticia caught the look of hesitation on her face. “No. I don’t.” She wasn’t stupid. She knew something was up. But she also didn’t want to cause anything between them. So, instead, she let it slide. She would just have think of the best time to talk about it.

“Okay. If you say so. I have to get ready for my date. Are you alright on your own for a few hours?”

“I’m not a child, M.” The blonde said, rolling her eyes playfully and opened the door to their dorm and sat down on her bed on the left. She went to work at her desk, writing her essay for astronomy while Morticia went to her closet to pick her dress and debated between her signature black heel or wedges. In the end, she picked the heels.

She bid Larissa goodbye, asked her to cover for her and headed out, shouldering her bag. She checked her lipstick in the mirror for a second and then closed the door behind her.

As Morticia walked, the more ecstatic she became. She knew Gomez had a knack for surprising her and she couldn’t wait to see what he did this time. She rounded the corner to the astronomy tower. She fixed her hair before trying to open the door and found it locked.

She couched down, took a bobbypin from her hair. She jammed it into the doorknob, felt around for the mechanism and pried it open. She immediately stuck it back in her hair.

The breath was knocked out of her when she saw the astronomy tower. It was decorated with black rose petals and candles.

“Oh, Gomez! You shouldn’t have!” Morticia spun around to hug him and kiss his cheek. Gomez then led his girlfriend to the blankets in the middle of the floor and sat down next to her. Morticia started shivering so he shrugged off his blazer jacket and put it around her shoulders.

She smiled at him, “Thank you, mon cher.”

“Of course, Tish,” He said. “I can’t believe we’re graduating next week.” His girlfriend lay down on the blanket to look up at the stars. Gomez knew how much the girl liked the stars and how Astronomy was her favorite subject. She actually wanted to be an astronomer when she was younger and Gomez thought it was beautiful.

“Just think, my love, we have our whole lives to be together.” Morticia smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and chuckled. She pointed to the sky and made him look as well. “It’s Orion. As the Greek myth goes, Orion belived taht he could kill every animal in the world but Gaea — the goddess of the Earth — angered by his claims, sent a scorpion to kill him. Upon Orion’s demise, Zeus turned him into a constellation, along with the scorpion that killed him.”

“....Whoa.” Gomez laughed at his girlfriend’s cuteness.

“I’m sorry, that’s nerdy, isn’t it?” Morticia asked, turning away, hiding her face with her hair. Which was one of her nervous habits. Whenever Morticia was nervous or worried, she would hide her face with hair or start eating it. She wasn’t sure why she did that last one but it was one that she was trying to stop.

“No, no, Tish. It’s really cool. How do you remember that?” Gomez, taking her hands way from her face and holding them to his heart. Morticia could have swore her heart had stopped beating then and there. She had to take a minute to compose herself.

“Because I pay attention in class, mon cher.” She replied, batting her lashes at him and scooting closer. Morticia couldn’t stop smiling, she was so happy. She loved and cherished every minute she went with her boyfriend.

“How can I pay attention when you’re my partner?”

“You think you’re funny?” Morticia asked, scooting even closer to him. Their noses were pratically touching at this point.

“I like to think so.”

Morticia hummed and then attacked him in kisses, full force that he fell on his back with her on top of him.

“Te amo, Morticia.” He whispered and she froze.

“...quoi?” Morticia questioned. She had literally forgotten how to speak English and reverted to French instead.

Did he just say he loved me? Morticia asked herself.

“Je t’aime aussi, mon amour.” Morticia replied, peppering kisses to his face, leaving black lipstick marks.

After awhile, they fell asleep together with Morticia’s head on Gomez’s chest. Sometime in the middle of the night, Morticia jolted awake, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with one hand, feeling around for her boyfriend’s pocket watch. It must have fallen out of his jacket.

She covered her bare chest with the blanket and gently nudged Gomez awake. “Mon cher, wake up!”

“...Que? ¡Mierda! What time is it?”

She got up and redressed herself, feeling around for dress. “I don’t know! Ms. Newvine will have my head if I’m not in the dorm when she comes to wake us up. I have to go, I love you!”

“Tish!” Gomez called out.

“What? Did I forget something?”

“Yeah.” He pulled her into a kiss. “That.”

Morticia smiled into it. “I love you.....I like saying that.”

“And I like hearing it.”

Morticia reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. She ran off without another word and raced down to her dorm, praying it was unlocked.

It wasn’t. Well, she wasn’t going to bang on the door like a lunatic in the middle of the night and wake her roommate. So, she pulled her bobbypin out of her hair and jammed it into the doorknob’s lock and waited for the click to push it open.

Then she quietly placed her heels next to her bed, threw her nightgown on and got into bed. She rolled over to her side and sighed. She heard something fall to the floor. She leaned over to pick it up. It was addressed to her. So she opened it.

It was from Gomez.

Tish,

Te entrego mi alma. Cada parte de mí es tuya. Te has apoderado de mi mente, cuerpo y espíritu. Tengo la plena intención de casarme contigo algún día, quierda. Tu cabello negro azabache, tus ojos oscuros, profundos y penetrantes y tu sonrisa radiante ocupan cada parte de mí.

Te amo, mi corazón.

p.s.

translations below ❤️

I give you my soul. Every part of me, it’s yours. You’ve taken over my mind, body and spirit. I fully intend to marry you one day, dear. Your raven hair, your deep, piercing dark eyes and your radiant smile take up every part of me.

I love you, my heart.

Morticia hugged it to her chest and fell asleep with a smile plastered across her face.

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production has officially wrapped 👏

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" But it's not in Wednesday's nature to befriend and worry about them"

"It's not in Wednesday's nature to fall in love"

"She should appreciate psychopaths or serial killers more, and that's it"

NO

THE ADDAMS FAMILY DOESN'T HAVE AN OFFICIAL CANON

STOP USING RICCI'S VERSION AS THE BASIS OF MERCHANT'S PERSONNEL.

Ortega's version of the character is entitled to have even substantial differences from the stereotype that everyone thinks.

Especially since the novelization came out that these considerations are continuing to come out.

Do I say that?

A smiling Wednesday Addams more often would be absolutely okay

Let's stop thinking using stereotypes.

I love the Wednesday interpetated by Ricci but there is not only her, her version did not build any canon.

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carols.𖥔 ݁ ˖ day 3 of wenclair december.

synopsis: enid and wednesday’s first meeting. (au)

word count: 2,271

┈─★ notes: based off of this post by @kris-6758 ┈─★ notes: you don’t have to know about my wenclair children ocs to enjoy this fic! i just missed enzo so i wanted to include him!

Enid wasn’t like every other 12 year old in Westfield, New Jersey. She wasn’t like every other caroler on the block. She didn’t care if the family at 21 Chester Place was creepy or kooky. She was going to stand outside their home and sing carols to them.

So, that’s what she did. She snuck out of the sight of her mother’s watch and marched right up to the mansion. Cleared her throat and began to sing Deck The Halls.

Unbeknownst to her, the eldest daughter of the family was just itching for her next victim.

Wednesday watched the street with her brother. Pugsley was holding their family’s cauldron filled with mud. It was a family tradition to dump something onto unspecting carolers. Last year it was red paint, this year it was mud.

The oldest sibling was growing frustrated. She marched back into the attic and sat down with her arms crossed. All she wanted was to dowse someone in mud! Was that so hard to ask for? She tapped her nails rhythmically on the table.

Pugsley, however, was still watching the street with careful eyes. He noticed a girl about his sister’s age and then waited for her to start singing. He waited until she got about 6 lines into Deck The Halls.

3.....2.....1!

The younger Addams child toppled the cauldron onto the street. Wednesday noticed this out of the corner of her eye. She pushed her chair back and pratically danced over to her younger brother in excitement. Her heels were clacking on the wood floor.

“Did we get one?!” She asked, leaning out the window to look down at the street. Wednesday saw a girl with blonde hair, a red Santa hat, a horrible display of clothes on with thousands of different patterns that were giving her a rash just by looking at it. Wednesday needed to know who this girl was.

“We got one! A blonde one!” Pugsley said.

“What. The. Actual. FUCK?!” The girl screamed.

Wednesday raced down the stairs. She passed Grandama cooking in the kitchen, Uncle Fester showing a magic trick to Thing and her parents sitting on the couch, reading together.

The girl threw open the door to see a blonde girl about her own age, drenched in mud, crying and trying to get the gunk out of her hair. She had the bluest eyes Wednesday had ever seen. She thought she was the prettiest girl in the whole world.

Enid glared at the girl and huffed. She stomped her foot. How was she going to explain this one? She threw her music down and just stood there. The girl infront of her stared back, starstruck. If Enid was being honest, the girl was pretty cute.

“Why would you do that?! I was just trying to be nice!”

“Family tradition.” The girl said.

Enid waited for her to elaborate. She did not. The blonde huffed again. She walked into the house and took off her gloves and coat. The girl raced into the opposite room and came back pulling who Enid assumed was her father.

“Father! Can we keep her?” The girl asked.

Was I just kidnapped? Enid thought. Oh my God!

“No, hija.” The man said. He looked at Enid and smiled. He looked kind. The blonde looked around the room. There was red wallpaper plastered to the wall with a grandfather clock in the corner. In another corner, there was a piano with what looked like oil paintings on three children. Two boys and the girl.

“Name’s Gomez Addams, what’s yours, mija?” The man asked, kneeling to be eye level with the blonde and holding out his hand for her to shake.

“Enid Jane Sinclair.” The blonde said, timidly, shaking his hand. Gomez nodded. His hands were warm. He had a kind smile and a Spanish accent. The blonde thought he was coolest guy she’d ever met. She wanted to say here for the rest of her life.

“That’s very pretty, Enid. Would you like to sit with the fire and warm up?” Gomez asked. The young girl smiled and followed Gomez and the other girl into the living room. There she met Morticia, Gomez’s wife. She was really pretty too, if Enid was being completely honest. She met Pugsley, the girl’s younger brother and her baby brother, Pubert.

As she sat with a blanket Morticia had given her, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She saw the girl from earlier holding out a mug of hot chocolate for her. Enid gladly accepted it.

The girl sat down next to her and watched the dancing flames. “Wednesday.” She finally said. Enid looked at her like she had three heads.

“It’s Tuesday-”

“My name is Wednesday.” The girl added. There was no way that was her actual name! That was the coolest thing Enid had ever heard in her 12 years of life. The girls continued to talk and share things about themselves.

Well, Enid shared and as Wednesday listened intently, hanging on every word. Enid thought that this was the best Christmas in the history of Christmases to date.

Later on, after the two girl had fallen asleep next to each other, there was a knock at the door. Morticia answered it and led Enid’s mother into the living where they found their daughters holding hands in their sleep. Morticia gently woke them up so Wednesday could say goodbye and so Enid could go home with her mother.

Enid bear hugged Wednesday. The blonde asked if she could come back next week. She begged her mother and the woman agreed but only if Enid agreed to not wander off again.

Morticia and Esther exchange numbers for the girls to talk. After that, Enid went home with her mother and Wednesday, for the first time in her 12 years of life, fell asleep smiling.

“And that, my love, is how your mother and I met. By dumping mud on me at twelve years old.” Enid told her 4 year old son, Enzo, as she tucked him into bed. Enzo laughed that silly laugh that he definitely got from her and it filled Enid’s heart.

Wednesday, who was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, cleared her throat. “Technically, Quierda, I didn’t, my brother did.” Wednesday said, smirking at her wife. Enid kissed her little boy on the forehead and stepped back so Wednesday could do her nightly routine of giving air kisses.

Enid shut the lamp off on the bedside table, whispering a soft, “Merry Christmas Eve, my boy.” as he fell asleep, clutching his blue stuffed lamb, Jack.

Once Enid closed the door their son’s room, she pulled her wife into their bedroom and sat on the bed with Wednesday straddling her lap. This was a nightly routine of theirs.

Wednesday would whispered soft Spanish as they kissed in the privacy of their bedroom while Enid would just stare at the woman lovingly and return the favor when Wednesday was done. Her wife started at her knuckles, whispering soft Spanish and then kiss up her arm to her neck.

“I’m so happy my brother dumped mud on you at 12 years old.” Wednesday murmered against her wife’s neck as she left little lovebites.

Enid couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you tired, baby?”

“...No.” Wednesday lied as she tried to stifle a yawn.

“Please, you’re spewing nonense.” Enid gently lowered herself down to the end so Wednesday could get comfortable on her chest. The blonde kissed the top of her wife’s hair and twisted black strands around her fingers. She loved when Wednesday’s hair was down in bed, it was magical to her.

“For the record, I’m glad Pugsley dumped the mud, too.” Enid smiled and kissed her wife’s hair again. Wednesday hummed and leaned up to give the blonde a kiss to he lips and drift off the sleep.

Enid was content with her little happy life. She had a darling little boy across the hall, a daughter who was currently at a friend’s house and a daughter in her last year of college, engaged to her boyfriend.

Tomorrow was going to be the best Christmas ever.

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My lil young Morticia, Gomez and ophelia character sheets and doodles when I was trying to make a comic about them but life got in the way💀

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this is so pretty HELLO

I would give away my riñón just to have Pubert in the Wednesday show. Like uggg give me a cute little kid with a mustache.

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enid: you are the devil!

wednesday: first of all, enid, the devil is white.

-☆-

enid: wednesday! you're bleeding!

wednesday: what an astute observation, enid. that’s exactly what happens when you get stabbed.

-☆-

gomez: this family reunion is going so great.

enid: so great. we’re having a fun time, aren’t we, wednesday?

wednesday: i want to die.

-☆-

wednesday: you love me, right?

enid: what the fuck did you do?

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My Holy Trinity of Female Main Protagonists

Wednesday Addams from The Addams Family

Dani Clayton from The Haunting of Bly Manor

Anne Shirley from Anne With An E

I Want Everyone To Give Me Their Holy Trinity Of Main Female Protagonists.

Here’s mine

Wednesday Addams from Wednesday and The Addams Family

Wanda Maximoff from the MCU

Hermione Granger from Harry Potter

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The whole friendgroup was sitting in the police station, located in Göteborg, Sweden

Wednesday: this has been a very successful trip.

Yoko:

Enid: babe, we lost Bianca in a huge fucking city in freaking Sweden-

Wednesday: like I said. Very successful trip.

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Okay here’s my adhd question from the previous ask:

Does Wens say ‘I love you’ for the first time IN ENGLISH? Or would she say it in the language of love aka French? Or would she say it in Spanish? Or Latin? Or??? Like so Enid doesn’t know what she’s saying? Haha. I adore the thought.

That said - given Enid’s music tastes and internet savvy she might know the French words and maybe Spanish too. But I dunno. I’m just spitballing now.

Lemme know your thoughtsssss 🖤🩷

hmm. i think you have a point. maybe the first time she says it, it’s in spanish. she’s so frazzled by her own emotions and the buildup of the moment that her brain switches to her native tongue. and when enid gives her a small, warm smile and says “what?”, wednesday just •_• blue-screens, because she didn’t mean to say it in a different language. and now the blunder makes her feel even more vulnerable, and she’s tempted to run. but enid—who definitely knows what “te amo” means in english—immediately says it back and kisses her all gentle and sweet. just an idea.

i know as their relationship progresses, wednesday definitely tells her she loves her in french, which is her attempt at wooing her, lol. and she definitely says “i love you” in other languages more often than not, because it makes her feel a little less vulnerable, maybe, at first. but yeah, i don’t know, i could definitely see her telling her she loves her in spanish first!

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still can’t believe that canonically what was going through Wednesday’s head while they were hiding in that fucking dumbwaiter was “I can smell her shampoo” GIRL???

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Big puppy politely asking for big cuddles

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The sun will shine again.

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my friend said i picked this up and now i can't stop thinking about it

also why does no one talk about wednesday’s little hand fold it’s actually the most precious thing on the planet. SHE IS SO VERY UWU SQUISHY :3

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┈─★ moodboards

high school sweetheart collection:

wenclair yokovina

girl in a song collection:

enid sinclair wednesday addams yoko tanaka bianca barclay

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wednesday + enid