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tequiilasunriise · 1 year

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Werewolves are known to be weak to silver, and they are so compelled to the moon that this deeply rooted devotion could be twisted into another weakness they just can’t resist.

I love how Enid kept making excuses to see Wednesday (“This is the third time in 24 hours you have forgotten something.”) and in the end she never even made a half-hearted attempt to search for her nail polish (because she was too busy longing for her opposite like a magnet, like a planet that can’t stay out of the Addams girl’s orbit OoOooOOo). Wednesday finding the Silver Moon nail polish herself and looking at it a bit longingly- which Thing picks up on immediately, one of us one of us- like! It’s all three of Enid’s weaknesses all together in one scene.

#i know what you are enid sinclair #even after a fight you still wanted to see wednesday and check up on her #you missed her #dont worry tho #wednesday misses you too #ah yes #silver! the moon! homosexuality!#the grand trifecta of a werewolfie’s greatest weaknesses #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair warriors rise up

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7-omen-7 · 1 year

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no bc their first interaction is literally enid being concerned for her

#‘’are you feeling okay? you look a little pale’#i know what you are enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday addams netflix #enid sinclair

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postureofashrimp · 1 year

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Wednesday: I don't like Enid. I mean sure, she's pretty, and caring, and makes my heart flutter every time she walks into the room. She's like the morning sun, rising to my midnight hour. I suppose my stomach also feels queasy whenever i'm around her, but no, Thing. I'm not interested in her romantically.

Thing: *tapping* Fucking gay ass.

#i know what you are #Thing would know it before either of them #wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #incorrect quotes

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doubleas-lp · 2 years

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Your honor, it's the sweater.

#netflix wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday #i know what you are.

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eidolons-stuff · 1 year

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Enid: *starts nervously rambling* "The more we shared a dorm, the more I got to know you and the more you opened up to me. I started to feel all these things"

Wednesday: "Enid"

Enid: "but thought 'i just like that you're open with me' and then i realised i actually DO like you

Wednesday: "Enid"

Enid: "so i thought 'no point in liking you because you don't like ANYONE

Wednesday: "Enid"

Enid: "especially me because we are SO different-"

Wednesday: "ENID!"

Enid: "What?"

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mikko-m · 1 year

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its so funny imagining wednesday interrupting enid midway who's ranting abt boys and just looks at her legit so done with her bs like

#Wenclair #enid is a lesbian #you cannot change my mind #enid is anything but straight #stop hiding #i know what you are #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wolfing out = coming out #GAY GAY GAY

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hadesfucks · 1 year

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Wenclair fanfic writers stop quoting Taylor Swift challenge

#wednesday #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday netflix #netflix #wednesday addams #gay #taylor swift #ao3fic #i know what you are #they’re lesbians your honor

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bumbookitten · 1 year

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Girls || Enid Sinclair x fem!reader

“I'm not talking 'bout boys, I’m talking ‘bout girls”

Summary: You and Enid cuddles

A/N:Lord help, I’ve been in a very gay mood so more girl in red song’s.

You and Enid can be finally be in each other’s embrace. Enid warm body against yours “I’ve miss you” She whispered “I miss you too” You said messing with her hair.

She smiled putting her face in the crook of your neck, tightening the arms around your waist “You smell nice”She muttered You laughed “You think so?”you moved around slightly.

She hummed fighting the sleep that washed over her “You can go to sleep,y’know?” You said playing with her hair, she readjusted her getting more comfortable “love you” “love you”.

#Spotify #enid sinclair #enid x y/n #love you #wednesday #y/n #i don’t know what else to tag #I think enid Sinclair is a lesbian #enid is queer

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tequiilasunriise · 1 year

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“Let’s save them for a special occasion, like a funeral.”

I love how this implies that Wednesday 1000% sees herself taking Enid to a funeral with her in the future as a matching pair, and like since Addams all are super into all things macabre, it’s basically canon they see funerals as this HUGE deal. Like, Enid, babygirl, Wednesday just said she sees y’all going to a Super Special High Honor Event™️ with your matching snoods together, homegirl basically just asked you out.

#i know what you are wednesday addams #you aint slick at all #deflecting wearing the snoods to class with the offer of a funeral date?#gay gay homosexual gay behavior #cant ever say no to your sunshine werewolfie gf you are soft fer her you are WHIPPED #and I dont blame ya at all bc have u SEEN the way Enid looks at you?#both of yall. a wholeass fruitbasket.#wenclair warriors rise up #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair

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lyxchen · 1 year

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Important question:

Karneval is in like a month. Who should I dress up as? Enid from the Wednesday show or Robin from Stranger Things?

To dress up as Enid I'd still need a few things like at least a skirt and maybe a jacket but I already have two sweaters that look like her sweaters and it's very likely that I'm gonna dye the tips of my hair soon so I could color them like her hair is too

For Robin I would just buy that Scoops Ahoy outfit because there are some very accurate versions online and again I will be dying my hair so if I only bleach it it can also look very similar to her hair

Enid's outfit will probably be warmer without having to put on a jacket that doesn't fit with the costume but more people know Robin

I love both of them equally and I really don't know what to do. Also there might be multiple Karneval events I can go to tho I don't really like partys but this question is mostly for what I'm gonna wear to school :3

#for enid i could put on some cool nails!!!#also for anyone who doesn't know what karneval is #it's a little bit like halloween where you dress up and get candy but at like parades and it's really fun and there's cool music and it's #not just one day and i Love it!!!#karneval #enid sinclair #robin buckley #lea's random thoughts

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calligraphae · 1 year

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You cannot look me in the eye and tell me Enid Sinclair isn’t a lesbian. That girl is buried in like eight layers of comphet and they are not fooling anyone otherwise.

#wednesday spoilers #wednesday season 1 #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #as someone who was comphet for far too long i know #i know what you are enid

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doubleas-lp · 1 year

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I can't believe it. My craziest theory turned out to be true. THE WAY I FELT I WAS RIGHT EVER SINCE THE TRAILER FROM OCTOBER.... I KNEW WHO THE MONSTER WAS ALL THIS TIME.

Also... the hug... that hug was beyond powerful.

#netflix wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #tyler galpin #xavier thorpe #bianca barclay #i know what you are.

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eidolons-stuff · 1 year

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Enid: *staring at the cup of tea*

Thing: *perched on the bedside table, relaxing*

*Wednesday slowly opens her eyes allowing some light to filter*

Thing: *notices & tries to get Enid's attention*

Enid: *sorrowfully looking at her tea*

Thing: *hops on to the armrest of the chair Enid is sitting in to pull on her sleeve*

Enid: "Thing, what's wrong?"

Thing: *points to Wednesday*

Enid: "Wednesday!"

*Enid gets out of the chair in a haste, almost spilling the tea, and kneeling next to Wednesday's bedside*

#haha #i have left it on a cliff hanger #now you have to check out #the other posts i have written #coz this is a whole ass novel #i have written #so read the other posts to know what is going on #enid #enid sinclair #enid is so excited #thing #thing is awesome #we love thing #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday wakes up #wednesday and enid #wenclair cult #wenclair

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 1 year

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jealousy’s a beautiful thing

masterlist

any ‘wednesday’ fic i do will be set at ‘nevermore university’ so the minimum age of any character will be 18

wednesday addams x reader

18+ : smut; fingering, thigh riding, knife kink, blood kink, choking, dom!wednesday, possessiveness, jealousy

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Wednesday’s eyes always find you when you’re in the room, whether it seems as though she’s paying attention or not - she is. Though she’s not one to be so outward with her displays of affection, it’s a way for her to know you’re close, that you’re safe and maybe she feels a slight warming in her heart at the way you laugh or how you furrow your brows intently with your nose in a book as she writes.

But this watchful nature can come with downsides and it’s securely in Wednesday’s grey realm of feelings to be jealous, though she’d not felt it often until you it wasn’t what she would call unpleasant. The annoyance that makes her clench her jaw when someone hugs you the way only she should be allowed to. Or when her sights burn into lingered touches to your arm and it gives her ample motivation in archery practice, imagining the arrow burying itself in the heart of those that angered her.

So Enid being your closest friend doesn’t always bode well, Wednesday knows just how much that girl loves hugs and though you’re not quite as cuddly you’re not one to shy away from some physical affection from those you’re closest to.

It doesn’t usually annoy her this much but seeing you being flirted with earlier in the day whilst the two of you shared coffee at The Weathervane - she’d got you hooked on quads over ice - just added to her daily distaste. Then Enid interrupted you.

Though she might not admit it, Wednesday’s favourite part of the day is the time you spend together. You read and she busies herself at her typewriter, checking in with one another with notes on what you’re doing. The quiet comfort was her favourite, she was often alone in her love of the silence.

But your hour of quiet was dampened with the sunshine that is Enid Sinclair, a bounce in her step and a grin on her face after what Wednesday could only imagine to be a nauseatingly cheery afternoon with her friends. Instead of lounging on her own bed she stepped over to you, flopping down onto Wednesday’s bed with her head landing on your shoulder.

You let her stay there, listening to her excited retelling of her day while your girlfriend tried to continue with her writing, sparing glances over at you every few minutes. She loved the way you smiled along with Enid’s ramblings and how you laughed lightly every now and then. But the arm you’d draped behind Enid’s back and the colourfully painted nails that fiddled idly at a thread in your jumper were much less appreciated.

It made it difficult for her to type, cracking her knuckles in aggravation with the gritting of her teeth at the sight of you casually stroking your fingers through her pastel pink hair. She wanted to be the only one to be that close to you, the only one to be held by you, so close that your perfume is all you can smell.

She’d had enough of it for today, you were hers and if you’re going to touch anybody it’s going to be her.

“Don’t you have plans with that dreadful boyfriend of yours?” She spoke, turning in her chair to face where you both lay.

“Nope. Well maybe later, he’ll probably text me soon - or I could text him or-“

“Yes. Text him.” She nodded, following her with her eyes as she grabbed her phone giddily and grinned at the screen. “I will never warm to the sound of your giggling whilst you text. It makes me want to bury my head in cement.”

You huffed a laugh at her words which she reciprocated with that slight smirk you love so much.

“Well, luckily for you two I’m leaving. I’ve got a movie date with my dreadful boyfriend.”

“At least you're self aware.”

“See you later - don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!“ Enid shouted smilingly as she left with waves goodbye from the two of you.

“If we can only do what she does, what’re we left with? Crochet and pop music?” You muttered much to Wednesday’s amusement.

“Perhaps we could paint each other’s nails and practice jumping up and down in excitement.” She deadpanned before turning back to her desk with a pensive glint in her eye.

“There’s something on your mind.” You voiced, so matter of factly she was taken aback at how well you truly know her.

“I suppose that’s what you’d call it.”

“Tell me.”

“She touches you too much.”

“Oh, I see what this is about.” You smirked. “Wednesday Addams, my ray of sunshine girlfriend, is jealous.”

“I am not jealous. I just don’t appreciate wretched humans admiring what belongs to me right in front of my face. If I didn’t have self control that drip coffee drinking imbecile would have received a fork to the back of his hand.”

“You do enjoy stabbing.”

“I should be the only one you cuddle with like that - I hate that word please never make me say it again. Seeing you so close to anybody other than me makes me want to swim with piranha, you are mine cara mia.” She’d inched closer and closer towards you with her words until she was kneeling beside you on the bed with her dark eyes focused on yours.

“That’s practically the definition of jealousy, babe.” You laughed while the back of her nail traced over your cheek and her knees planted themselves either side of your body.

“Jealousy or not, it doesn’t change the fact that you are mine.” She returned with her lips ghosting yours and her palm cupping your cheek.

Her kiss was firm and possessive, pent up annoyance from the day being let out with a nip of her teeth at your bottom lip. Her tongue licked into your mouth tasting faintly of black liquorice and her hand slid down to the side of your neck, thumb pressing into your throat in a way that only made you pull her closer. You grasped at the back of her zip up hoodie, pulling her hips into yours and her chest flush against you.

Wednesday let you push the article of clothing away, letting it fall on the ground as your hand brushed over the skin of her bare arm. Her own hands pushed beneath your shirt, climbing upwards across your skin while the attack of her lips on yours never wavered, only stopping to rid you of the clothing.

They returned to the line of your jaw, her breath warm against you, kissing a path to your neck where she sank her teeth into the flesh beneath your ear. She could feel the throbbing of your quickening pulse as she sucked a mark into your skin, soothing the sting with a soft lick of her tongue.

“If you like being so touchy, I wonder how long you can go without touching me. Just how desperate are you?” She mused with her breath tickling the shell of your ear.

Her thumb swiped over your swollen lips as she looked down at you hungrily and somehow, in her mysterious fashion, she’d produced a shining silver knife, hand clasping the decorative handle.

“I do find you rather captivating.” She breathed with the point of the blade tickling your cheek as she dragged it across your cheekbone and downwards to stroke across your jaw. “And silver looks so pretty with your pristine skin.”

You could only gawp up at her breathlessly with your mind hazy with the way she drank in the sight. And just as you went to lift your head to kiss her again she swiftly moved the knife with a disapproving shake of her head, flattening the blade against the thin skin of your throat, so dangerously close when you gulped.

“Just how much do you want to kiss me, hm?” She asked you with the corner of her mouth twitching upwards, hovering her face mere centimetres above yours, just out of reach. “I can practically feel the thrum of your carotid artery.” She uttered and the way she grinned made it clear she knew it wouldn’t scare you, on the contrary, it filled you with an odd sense of macabre desire.

You craned your head slightly with a sharp inhale of breath at the realisation of how close to the sharp metal you truly were. But she’s just so irresistible and her eyes just lured you in, plump lips pink from your kiss and her hair slightly messy from moments before.

“I’d bleed for you if it meant I could have even one more taste.” You murmured, throwing out any care you once had in favour of lifting your head, failing to hold back the small moan at the back of your throat from the pleasurable pain as a drop of crimson red slid down to your collarbone from the cut of the knife.

“Just when I think I couldn’t care for you more, you say something so morbidly poetic. Mi querida, made just for me.”

Her tongue poked out to slide through the blood and she hummed at the taste, pressing her lips to the wound with a suck that made your chest arch into hers and your hands tangle in her raven locks.

“Shit, Wednesday.” You sighed at the feeling, shocked at how good it felt.

When she pulled away her pupils were blown wide with lust and her lips were wet and coated in blood, a beautifully twisted sight that sent a rush through your body. When she claimed your lips again you tasted the metallic flavour, her hands were strong on your waist and the scraping of her nails made you shiver until she palmed at your breasts through your bra. You’d never seen her quite so ravenous, so hungry for you that she opted for a slice of the knife through the fabric of your bra to pull it from your chest.

Her fingertips pinched at your nipples roughly, the sensation made your hips lift into hers, grasping at her bare back beneath her shirt, pulling it over her head as soon as you could. You drank in the sight above you, beautifully pale skin clad in black underwear.

Breathless kisses with smacks of lips was all that could be heard in the dorm room, heavy breaths and sporadic groans as it grew more heated with fumbling hands tugging at the waistband of her trousers. It was a flurry of movements as you both unburdened yourselves of the material, even less of a barrier between you and it felt so good to have skin against skin.

You pressed kisses over her neck, down to her collarbone with your teeth grazing her skin as she sighed above you, dancing her hand down to nudge at the hem of your underwear before dipping down to stroke through your folds.

“If only I knew before just how riled up I could get you with a knife to your throat.” She whispered at the feeling of your soaked cunt on her fingers. She reveled in the way you moaned into the crook of her neck at the push of her digits into your pussy, curling inside you deliciously with a nudge at your sweet spot that made your hips buck upwards into her hand.

Her thumb put pressure onto your aching clit, drawing circles over it with the twinge in your belly growing by the second and her svelte fingers wrapped around your neck dominantly. She squeezed away the breath in your throat and your eyes rolled back at the sensations washing over you, she watched your reactions intently, how your neck twitched with an inhale of breath beneath her thumb when she smeared the blood across your skin.

And how your lips latched around her crimson coated thumb when it prodded at your mouth, licking clean the pad of her thumb with the iron taste on your tongue. Her cheeks held that flush of colour only you got to witness, a faint scattering of pinks from her arousal, from the feelings only you bring out of her. You’d not quite seen her like this though, staring down at you like she was starving - a predator at her prey. Her breath was shaky, a feral look in her eyes that didn’t go unappreciated by you.

It had sparked something in the both of you. Just the sight of you beneath her made her hips roll themselves over you on instinct, underwear covered cunt pushing over your thigh desperately just to try and relieve the ache between her legs. She could feel you clenching around her fingers, basking in the melody of your whines with small grunts of her own tumbling past her lips.

She replaced the thumb in your mouth with her lips, so hasty and sloppy, neither of you able to catch your breath.

You could feel how her actions were stuttering with how near she was to her release and you were too. You pushed your hand between you, moving the material of her underwear to the side to push your fingers into her soaked pussy, instantly swiping your thumb over her throbbing clit. It didn’t take much for the both of you to topple over into orgasm with moans into one another’s mouths, tongues swirling together in messy kisses as you rode through.

The next few moments were quiet, waiting to be able to breathe again in a daze from what just happened. Perhaps bringing out the envy in Wednesday should be a regular occurrence?

“If you’re thinking about making me jealous again, don’t.” She rasped with her face hovering above yours and her body propped up on her forearms.

“Oh, so you were jealous?” You grinned, brushing strands of hair behind her ear.

“No, I wasn’t.”

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