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theflamingredwolfarts · 3 months

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Made a traditional artwork of Wednesday Addams as played by Jenna Ortega in Netflix's Wednesday, specifically Season 1 using Graphite Pencils in the span of 17hrs!

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fleetingvow · 1 year

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Hello, I really loved your writing for Wednesday and was wondering if I could request something.

Reader was hurt badly on the final fight and Wednesday gets worried about her, gets emotional just as she did with Thing. She doesn't leave reader's side until she wakes up and when she does she can't help but hold her because she thought that was it for a moment, and maybe confesses her feelings? You can elaborate it as much as you'd like, I'd just like for that to be the general idea, love some hurt/comfort.

Much love. <3

‘ DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS .

Wednesday Addams x Female Reader.

SYNOPSIS. wednesday addams never cried for anyone, not until she held you fighting for your life, desperately trying to stay alive to return the whispered confession. ( 4.15k words )

NAVIGATION. part one - part two. masterlist.

WARNINGS. major angst. character death ( reader’s ). unproofread. english not being the author’s first language.

NOTE. written in second person’s point of view. another love by tom odell being the angsty essential to produce this fic.

REQUESTED BY. anonymous. thank you for your lovely words, and for trusting my writing to create a perfectly stomach churning plot! do enjoy this work.

LISTEN TO WHILE READING. optional. another love by tom odell.

TAGS. @ryver19 @danysflames

𝗜𝗙 𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬 wasn’t worried about braving the ancient face of Crackstone before, she definitely was now. Not because she was scared of him. It’s because you were the most idiotic person she knew. What were you doing in a battle that you shouldn’t be in? Were you even aware of what you were getting yourself into? She wanted to know what was going through your mind when you marched in the courtyard without a weapon or anything to protect yourself with. Just a glare that wouldn’t do anything.

The fire burning so fierce dancing with the breeze turned slow. Everything seemed too leisure for her liking when she spotted you standing there. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, but it couldn’t possibly now, could it? Xavier was mad enough to try and help, and now you? What were you going to do? Why were you even here?

You weren’t glaring at the pilgrim. You were glaring at her. The blade that was in her possession had shattered and her attention was turned to you. That was the last thing you needed. You hated Wednesday for being the centre of everything because you knew it meant sacrificing so much, even herself.

She used to love seeing you angry and defeated, but not like this. Not this way when you were getting defeated by the monster that stood before her and not her. Not when your hair moved with the wind so slowly as she met your gaze while watching the fire burn in your eyes in the middle of danger. She felt weaker.

You were a vulnerability. A phenomenon in which she, herself, couldn’t even explain.

Paying attention to the movement in your peripheral view, your eyes darted to the figure, slowly coming to the revelation that it was Bianca, in all her grace, standing not so far away from the distracted pilgrim.

You heard a victorious crackle emit from the old man’s mouth, and that’s when you knew. You quickly turned to Wednesday who was trying her best to suppress her noises of struggle. It just made you angrier. Your heart skipped faster in your chest as your mind ran circles in your head, putting it all into shambles that made it difficult for you to think. This anger had neer been felt by you before. It was suffocating, restricting, and it tightened your chest to the point that you almost gasped for air. That’s when you recalled what you came there for.

To help Wednesday put Crackstone back to where he belongs.

You shut your eyes and found yourself a moment before opening them again. When the young Addams thought you had nothing as a weapon, she was wrong. Locking eyes with the siren, you nodded and lifted a hand to reveal the lustrous object from your back. Using your ability, you passed the dagger to the girl who took the blade, understanding the task that she now shouldered.

However, that didn’t provide you much comfort. Wednesday was looking at death straight in the face and your trembling body didn’t stop to just stand around and watch. Your feet dragged you hastily a few feet away from Bianca.

This caught Crackstone’s attention as he slowly turned his head to you, grinning like he faced the Devil in front of him and made a sacrifice for a deal. You couldn’t even describe the disgust and fear you felt as you saw his face fresh from the dead.

“Those who intrude shall join the abomination in the depths of hell!”

You stared at him, narrowing your eyes as you swallowed your spit cautiously to watch his every little move that could be used against you.

What were you doing? You looked stupid! Wednesday’s furrowed eyebrows already said it all. Her heart pounding in her chest almost ripped her open when she saw Crackstone raising the sceptre in his hand, about to conjure such a damage on you. She hated that she couldn’t do anything but look at you, mentally telling you not to do what it is that you’re going to do and run to safety.

You lifted your arm slightly and tried your best to pull the sceptre away, but all it did was drain your energy and create a tension that you couldn’t even control, yourself. You were pulling his source of power, but it seemed as though your telekinetic ability wasn’t enough to do anything. Crackstone was far more powerful. You didn’t stand a chance.

You raised your other hand and conjured an object to hit him in an attempt to distract his attention from the focus he had on his sceptre. He didn’t budge and destroyed it to pieces.

“Enough!” He shouted and with a move of the mace, you were thrown across the courtyard, your back hitting the stone pillars causing you to descend to the ground with an aching body and a sharp grunt.

“Y/N!” It was unrecognisable as to who yelled for your name, but you were tired.

You were shaking extremely now. The statics ringing in your ears became deafening to the point that you didn’t hear what the next thing was. Your vision got blurry, and dark spots started to patch up your vision. You closed your eyelids shut numerously in an attempt to recover, and as you did so, you caught the bits and pieces of what was occurring right in front of you.

Bianca groaned as she toppled on the ground just the same as her. Crackstone looked unfazed as he stood with a stab, the fiery blaze of fire appearing on his back to his lower chest. He turned and soon, it was your turn as you stood. He took the blade to make use of it, but you weren’t having it. Not to Bianca. Not to anyone in that courtyard, except him.

You swiftly got on your feet, ignoring the statics and the migraine that had formed once you stood up. Your limping feet dragged you in front of the siren as you stopped right there with the dagger whipping past the air at lightning speed.

You were getting sick of lifting your hand, but it was needed this time or anyone in this courtyard is dead. You tried to stop the blade from rushing towards you, and for a second, you thought you did.

That was when you caught the smirk on Crackstone’s face. You knew it wasn’t good. So did Bianca. Your eyes widened in fear, but you didn’t have much time to react.

When with that, the blade pierced through your flesh with the sound of the metal cutting through your skin and burying deep in your body as you let out a shortened gasp. With pursed lips, you looked down and saw the dagger on your lower abdomen. The blood was quickly seeping through your clothes, shining under the joined light provided by the moon, the stars, and the fire that Wednesday thought used to burn in your eyes.

Before you completely succumbed to the dizziness was the sight of Crackstone turning to Wednesday. Then, it blurred. All your eyes could gather was the fire getting fiercer in the form of Crackstone’s figure. Was it fire? You didn’t know, but you heard the low monstrous scream that almost made you let out a victorious cry.

But once the final disappearance of his body started in the blaze, it burst into a powerful surge of what his power once was, causing a strong wave that wiped the fire off the courtyard.

You looked at Wednesday who returned the gesture as she glared at you with her sharp narrowed eyes. You plummeted to the ground shortly after with Bianca rushing over.

Wednesday marched forward and pushed the siren aside in haste as she kneeled down next to you. Your breaths were hitching, your hand laid on the dagger, stained with the red hue of your metallic blood. Beads of sweat started forming on your forehead which felt odd to you as you began to feel colder each minute.

“Don’t you dare pull out the knife,” Wednesday’s command made you groan. You could feel the metal in you, and it was the most discomforting sensation.

Wednesday didn’t know how to act or feel. She didn’t even know what to think, but the fact that you laid there on the ground, bleeding out as you trembled made her lose her mind. She couldn’t have that or else she’d lose her composure.

“I’ll call for help,” Bianca proclaimed before running out of the courtyard.

But that wasn’t the end of it all when you and Wednesday’s ears perked up at the sound of a gun cocking in the distance. And lo and behold was Thornhill with a gun in her hand, aimed at the girl who slowly stood up to confront Laurel.

“You brought a gun to a sword fight. It’s probably the first smart decision you’ve made today.”

“I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I get to kill you, Wednesday.”

You groaned and shut your eyes from the stinging pain, your eyes getting tired to keep wide open as yet another fight occurred. Laurel had her gun pointed straight on Wednesday, but it was as if you didn’t feel the pain when a bee appeared followed by Eugene with his bright smile that seemed to crack the tension into two, replacing the delight of the moon to the shine of the sun.

You could’ve exceeded the amount of the stars of thanking him for saving Wednesday, but your breaths were getting shorter, and you knew there and then that this was probably the last time you’ll ever feel your heart beating in your chest.

You swallowed the lump on your throat. No, you can’t cry. Not now. Not here on the ground.

“Eugene, search the school for an emergency medical kit. Make it quick before I dig a grave.”

Wednesday turned to you, not wasting another minute to rush next to you again. She put her hand on your chest to feel the pound of your hope inside. You didn’t like this weak profile of you in front of the girl you so badly wanted to defeat just because you saw a bit of yourself in her.

( Cue the start of the music )

You always hated your reflection, hence why when she attended Nevermore, she had become nothing but a walking mirror yet also an ironic form of what you despised.

She despised you equally. You always gave her that stare she didn’t like. Wednesday found you to be a scuff on the floor she’d walk past on, but you became addicting to defeat that even winning against Bianca had become pointless when she spotted you in the crowd and challenged you in the archery field.

“It hurts,” you mumbled shakily as you tried your best to hold a noise down your throat.

She hated that. She hated that it affected her. Wednesday shouldn’t care for you, not after all the pent up anger she felt when you were around. Not the anger that made her want to stick around you more in order to rub it in your face that she was so much better than you tried to prove yourself to be.

A noise escaped your lips.

That made her close her eyes. She never did that. She wanted to remove the sight of you in front of her, and she thought it was just because you looked so human — weak. Or was it because of the hurt that she felt in her stomach? She has had enough. She wanted cotton to block her ears from your noise. You had been suppressing the noises, but God, this noise was different now. You were suffering, and it made her stomach churn once she noticed that she knew that.

Why would she know that about you?

“Wednesday,” you called, your voice being something she couldn’t get herself to listen to but still tried.

She opened her eyes and clenched her jaw.

“You’re about to cry.” Wednesday remarked dryly, hiding the fact that it made her want to stab her eyes for noticing such a detail. “It’s unnecessary.”

Who was she kidding? She had an arrow that pierced through the flesh of her shoulder and it already stung. What more a stab that she knew what felt like? Especially twisted. It was an electrocution with tenfold the increased voltage on the maimed part of the body. It wasn’t just that. There was more to it than she saw from you now.

You chuckled. “Yeah, I thought that too.”

You didn’t want things to end like this. Wednesday wasn’t a mirror. She was a similarity that you had an opportunity to know and relate to. You had a chance for her to be your friend, but instead of taking that chance, you looked at her like a competition just because you hated the aspect of yourself that you tried to link with her.

Wednesday tensed up when your bloody hand found hers on the dirty ground. Your fingers touching hers making her head spin faster than the Earth on its axis. There was a sensation there. On the spot that your cold hands inflicted upon the place of contact. A slight feeling that caused her to look down at it, her eyes going from anger to something gentle and unexplainable. You were holding her hand. She wanted to process that in her head.

You were holding her hand.

Wednesday wanted to kill after the contact, because the look you had on your face mirrored hers. She knew it wasn’t a good sign.

“Can we pretend like we didn’t try to kill each other for the whole term?” Your voice was barely a voice. The question had become a whisper that only she could hear.

No, no. You weren’t doing this. She didn’t want it. She didn’t need it. The young Addams never asked for it but why were you doing it? God, you were stubborn. She hated you so much!

But you were you. There was nothing she could do about it. You were your own person, and that’s perhaps . . . Wednesday looked at your joined hands once again. It made her feel.

You made her feel.

Every aspect of you made her feel alive.

She thought she’d known thrill and the concept of romance all her life, but she was sure that every bit and piece of what she knew about it could be matched with this — this fluttery feeling in her stomach. The spark crackling on her skin that you were in contact with. Your eyes sending shivers down her spine. This state of you that angered her so much. Her knees shaking from fear of having no one in Nevermore to compete with once again.

Why did she feel this way?

She was supposed to despise you. Wednesday pursed her lips. She looked down at yours. There was a night that she pondered over why the first thing she kept seeing was your lips when she saw you. Then, after that one thought came the billions in her head when she lied still on her cold bed in the middle of the night that would sometimes even last until the light of dawn. She thought it was just because she hated you.

She thought it was just because you provoked such an emotion in her that was far too complicated for her to comprehend. Now, Wednesday wanted to test a theory, but was there even a theory to be tested, or was it the truth?

“I never hated you.”

She heard laughter from you. Was it funny that she said that? Was that statement pointless to you? Did it mean nothing? Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, her eyelashes doing that thing you usually found amusing.

You looked away and focused on the blanket of stars glinting so brightly above you. You let out a breath, “Huh.”

Should you tell her the truth? “Since I’m dying, I think you deserve the truth.”

That made her look up at you again, tearing her gaze away from your hand again. you almost laughed at her if you weren’t so badly injured now.

“I think I never hated you too, Wednesday.”

If an instrument was checking the pounding of her heartbeat, the machine would have gone crazy as the lines came in shambles. It was the same for you, but how would you know? You — why was she staring at you like that?

Why were her eyes the ones glossy now?

“You’re about to cry.” You commented, ignoring the sharp pain that started to become worse now that you thought was like the one before. You didn’t think much of it. Yes, it was painful, but why would you? “It’s unnecessary.”

You gasped at yet another pain. Your hands clutched hers, making her shift in her spot, her fingers squeezing you back.

That didn’t help your already dying heartbeat. There was more to what you said before, but you had to refrain yourself drom embarrassing yourself in front of her just in case this was the last.

And you were sure this was your last.

You vowed never to fall for the traps of love, most especially its romantic form. You saw and experienced many things that you never wanted to look back on ever again. However, you hated how your wall slowly crumbled down for Wednesday who almost shared the same perspective as you, although hers was more glum and grim. Yours was about the matter of love. Hers was about life.

Maybe this similarity was the reason you managed to be close to her. Not that close. Just this close. Just this in which you’d share the peace in front of the quiet lake without saying another word. Just holding each other’s gazes on occasions and looking away, with you clearing your throat and her bumping your shoulder to the point that it would ache later on for no reason. Just stealing glances at certain times while the other was accompanied by another at the Rave’N. Just fighting most of the time. Just acting like nothing happened the next. Just ignoring each other’s presence while looking back when walking past each other in the corridors of Nevermore.

“Y/N?”

You gasped, “I can’t — ” You panted for air again, “Breathe.”

“Don’t speak.” Her trembling hand removed its grip from yours as she stood up, frantic yet graceful when she spotted and obtained the blade she banished Crackstone with on the ground. The girl cut the edge of her long skirt and proceeded to take a long piece, careful not to make her own shorter than it should be.

She then proceeded to kneel down next to you. No, you weren’t leaving her hanging like this. Your truth was barely the truth, and she wnated to hear from you. She badly wanted to hear your voice again in full volume, in that pitch that she always knew.

Wednesday cried for Thing, but God, you? She knew she’d fill an ocean. This couldn’t be happening to her again.

She hated you now. She hated how scared you were making her feel in that moment. Were you even aware of what you were doing to her? She was supposed to be in her best composure, handling this in a graceful way that wouldn’t require her to shake so much, to curse in her head just because you were struggling.

Why did she care?! She cared so much it was too unnecessary, and her eyes were starting to water from this sight of you.

The girl wrapped the cloth around the knife that she couldn’t pull out. She put pressure on the spot but her heart dropped to her stomach the most when a tear escaped your eye.

Wednesday’s eyes widened. She quickly took you by the shoulders and laid your head on her lap in a hurry. Now was the time that she didn’t know what to do the most.

You couldn’t leave her like this.

She couldn’t bear it. She wouldn’t.

She wanted to spend another moment alone in the quiet in front of the lake, staring at your reflections and stealing glances over the water.

She wanted to ponder about you at night, questioning why it was your lips first that she captured when she looked back at you when you passed by each other in the hallways.

She wanted — no, demanded to see your annoying face that kept popping up in her nightmares and daydreams to show up beaming at her, laughing at some stupid joke someone told.

Your life story can’t just end like this.

What was she to do without you? Wednesday could imagine a world where it was just you and her living off the taunts of each other, competing to wind, but enjoying each other’s company.

She envisioned you laying your head on her shoulder after a long exhausting day, ranting to her about how your day went. She could envision herself just nodding, being the same old her that people often thought did not care enough.

Did you care enough?

Because she did. Enough to hold you in her arms, to embarrass herself in front of you.

How the mighty have fallen for the graces of someone like you? You thought.

“If you die on me, I will make history repeat itself just to bring you back and I'll stab you again myself.”

You used what bit of your energy was left to quirk your lips up to form a curve. You liked Wednesday.

It was clearer than the water you occasionally stared at for hours in her company.

“Out of all the people in the world, the ones I share the same blood with, used to tell my secrets to,” you quietly gasped for air to continue, “This, Wednesday Addams . . .”

Your clutch on her arm was starting to loosen as your eyelids started to slowly drop down to meet the darkness.

“This is the only time I feel given a damn about.”

Wednesday’s eyes didn’t know which to focus on. They darted on the dagger, the blood, the cloth, your eyes, your parted lips — “Y/N?” That was the first time her call for someone had a frantic frightened tone.

Your hand on the ground without another sign of movement was a touch of something that amde her feel as if someone had poured acid in her stomach. Her hand made its way to your cheek, not caring whether the blood on her hand got on your face.

Why weren’t you waking up? Why weren’t you opening her eyes and shooting up from the ground to tell her that you were just joking? She didn’t care if it was a fucked up prank, as long as she knew you were still there.

But no, God no, you weren’t.

“Wake up, Y/N.”

She shook you, but there was nothing. She placed two fingers on the side of your neck to check your pulse but she couldn’t get any sign of it.

A tear fell.

Wednesday halted. The girl touched her cheek, wiping the drop of what she vowed never to do again and leisurely examined her finger that shone with the wet surface because of the tear.

There she knew.

Wednesday wished she had realised it before, but no, it took you reaching the end of your own life story before she could even understand.

She knew a bit about you.

She knew you were Y/N and that you used to live in a small home in a small town in Romania where you had a family that pushed you around just because you were an outcast. That you had a gift that none of them could accept, for it was deemed to be witchcraft or that it made them insecure to use as a reason to make you feel small.

She knew you used to have friends who spilled all your secrets that made you fall from your grace. From being at the top down to the six foot level underground.

She knew you had a fling. She knew it didn’t end well. She knew your family put you in Nevermore to get rid of you and find yourself.

She knew that you cried yourself to sleep, knew that you believed that no one cared.

She knew what was going on in the back of your mind when you wiped away your tears in front of the lake.

Wednesday just wished she never looked away when she saw who you were. She wished she never resisted what it was that she felt.

Because what you went through? She knew it was that much of a cut and the stab that Crackstone had done to you was the thousandth.

Or maybe it was the words that were left unsaid?

AUTHOR’S NOTE. part two will be coming up soon! this will be edited tomorrow since it’s so late already and i have to wake up in about four hours again. if you want to get tagged for the next part, just leave a comment. thank you!

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milfsntosaturn · 1 year

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can we just talk about how sweet it was that despite her past with morticia addams, larissa weems wanted to protect wednesday, and her reaction to seeing her fit in and have a good time at the rave’n was too precious 😩

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smizzy · 1 year

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Sick

everybody n they mommas coughin up a storm this month including me..

The day before it had been raining with impossible cold air blowing nonstop

You forgot to double up your sweater when you went out to take a walk with Wednesday

You woke up the next morning feeling like shit with a stuffy nose feeling like you were dying on your bed

You knew taking 2 Tylenol pills would've made you feel less chilly and turned down the ache you had in your muscles

But you hadn't been sick since for several months so you had to go into Jericho just to pick up a bottle

You said fuck that and stayed in your room being absent to your classes hoping sleep would do you justice

Wednesday hadn't seen you in botany class which was weird because you'd come to that class just to be with her almost everyday

So she decided to check up on you after the class ended but oh how she felt her heart shatter (just a little)

You were breathing through your mouth and could hear the wheezy inhales and exhales and she knew you caught a fever

She knew you didn't like syrup cough medicine no matter what brand or flavor so she woke you and made a family 'secret' elixir

Very suspicious about it but you (gaslighted yourself) liked it even though it didn't do much

Knowing how your body is if it has a fever; she almost felt needed to hold you while you went back to sleep

That was cut short when remembering how cold her body is compared to yours now

She was thinking on what to do to make her feel less chilly, from basically rug burning her skin wondering if it'd heat up, to rubbing her hands together, wearing a sweater and a pair of winter gloves

She just wanted to hold you while you're sick she dgaf

Since Enid was out with Ajax in town she asked/forced her to pick up some Tylenol knowing you were gonna get tired of her mother's mother elixir in a couple of days

Surprise! there's arsenic in it

me personally.. I wouldn't take that type of disrespect

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tonks-21 · 11 months

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My sister isn’t yours | Wednesday Addams

Content: Wednesday trying to get you away from Bianca, who has a crush on you.

TW: +18, flirting, overprotective sister

Reader: !gn reader

One time, there was this girl, Bianca, from Wednesday’s fencing class that glared at you a lot. The tiny goth girl acknowledged that when a competition took place and Bianca was throwing glances at you while resting, like she wanted you to look back and congratulate her or something. She was indeed interested in you. Wednesday knew in the first moment that she wasn’t good for you and that she, as your sister, had to avoid this relationship to take place. The tiny girl knew you didn’t feel anything towards the tall, black woman. And she’ll make it stay that way.

After one class of a normal day, you were exiting the door and this tall girl approached you from a younger class nearby and started to talk to you in a nicely but clearly flirty way. You were struggling to decide if to answer her in the same way or if it would push her feelings towards and, in a not far away future, hurt her. Yeah, you were this “yeah, you’re so hot, but I don’t want anything bc I don’t like anyone romantically” type of girl.

For better or worse, your younger sister was there to save you from this awkward situation appearing out of nowhere — Hey, don’t you see they don’t want to talk to you? —she said harshly. You gave her a soft glance of ”you couldn’t have been more soft?” but she wasn’t staring at you, instead, she was staring right in the eyes, fulminating the core of the tall girl.

— You don’t have to be that dry, Weds, we were just talking —you say, not wanting Bianca to feel apart.

But, as in the battlefield, they manage to be rivals in all. Even if it’s your attention.

— Well, I think they do want to —the ambience starts to be direct glances towards each other, completely ignoring your presence.

— Hey, she wasn’t bothering me, really, you should just leave it there, Weds —as you grab her arm softly she looked at you— Seriously, i’m fine

—If you say so —then she walks towards the exit of the corridor, but she wasn’t letting you with Bianca. She’d never— But I need help with Maths, you know I’m quite… bad at it, and I really need you to help me. Now —and she turned to see you.

—Ok… —you signed, you were her older sister after all— See you around, Bianca —you said goodbye to the other girl out of respect.

—Oh, yeah, sure, bye hottie~ —the Addams hated that and took your sleeve, walking more quickly. You avoid joking about the fact that she was nearly running when you were just walking.

…so she did something childish. But, hey, it worked, so who are you to judge?

PD: I really headcanon Bianca for, at first, trying to approach someone she likes flirting, not really showing their feelings softly at all. But then discover them with her partner if there’s luck.

PD2: I headcanon the tiny Addams reaction bc, yeah, it’s Bianca and reader doesn’t like them.

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cherrrubss · 1 year

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'Wake up princess...'

Jenna Ortega x Fem!reader

Rays of sunshine peeked through your curtains,while birds sang a happy melody.You slowly opened your eyes ,taking in your surroundings,you sat up and immediately the feelings from yesterday hit you like a train.

You had the worst day anyone can have,you broke down as soon as you entered the house,you were crying until you couldn't breathe,a pounding headache as you tried your best to stop but you couldn't,not until she came and held you,whispering sweet nothings as she lulled you into sleep kissing your head then carrying you to bed.You were pulled out of your thoughts when you smelt something coming from downstairs,you slowly got out of bed,feet dragging as you made your way to the kitchen...where you saw her.

The love of your life,the light of your life,cooking your favourite breakfast.You were frozen in ,staring lovingly at her,usually you'd be the one making her breakfast, but the thought of her waking up early to make you breakfast made your heart beat faster,giving you butterflies.You don't think you can love her more than you do at this moment,oh, how you love her.If you could show her every day how much you appreciate her,you would've done it already,but for now,your both content with saying how much you loved th eother,

You were dragged out of your thoughts again as you heard her giggle while waving her hand infront of your face trying to regain your attention,if you could your whole world would revolve around her really,"Helloo,earth to y/n",she giggled again as you blinked twice offering a soft smile which she returned without hesitation,you wrapped your arms around her soaking in her warmth,Oh how you wished for this to last forever,"sleep good?", she asked pulling away slightly to see your face.She smiled lovingly once she sw your sleepy eyes open slightly,you nodded before kissing her jawline,trailing them all the way to her ear before whispering,"did you?" , her smile grew bigger,as she nodded, pulling you towards the counter where you two sat, eating breakfast, while jenna spoke about her dream with you listening attentively.

Little moments like this made your heart bleed,you just love her so much, its pathetic.

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Today was even worse,your co-workers were noisier than lastweek,and you had to work over-time cause you said you'd cover someone's shift for them,huge mistake,after you left work rain just thought it was the best time to say hi,and the cherry on top you got harassed by a creep,that stole your umbrella when you pushed him away, 'this is why i HATE people',you thought as you entered home on the verge of tears a small pout on your lips.

As you were trying to collect your thoughts,arms wrapped around your waist as soft lips kissed the top of your head,you relaxed almost immediately,letting out a shaky sigh.You turned around and hugged jenna back melting into her embrace, "Bad day?", she asked softly,you nod once, "wanna talk about it?",you shook your head no, she let out a soft 'okay' before leading you both into your shared bedroom.As jenna sat you down on your bed,you watched as she got out comfortable cloths and helped you get changed.

You both laid in bed while she talked about her day,while you listened, the way you liked it,you brushed her hair with your fingers while she leaned into your touch,talking about what happened on set.

"I want you to do something for me", she said softly,you nod once lightly scratching her head,she sighed,"promise me,that you won't give up,that you won't you know.. when they push you to your breaking point", oh...you avoided her gaze hands slowing slightly from playing with her hair," i can't stand to hear that my baby gave up and went out that way..so please if your struggling talk to me",she pleaded cupping your face so you met her eyes, they were filled with tears,your heart broke. You sighed and nodded once,you weren't in the mood to talk not trusting your voice to not crack.

She smiled softly,giving a warm feeling, " Can you do one last thing for me", her voice cracked slightly as she stroked your cheek,You stroked her hair, before nodding,"anything",you whispered.

"close your eyes"

You closed your eyes.

"breathe in,and out for me"

You did what you were told.

"Now...i need you to wake up princess..",she let out a shaky breath

Your brows furrowed ,eyes still closed,you were confused.You opened your eyes to find yourself alone,in your slightly less desired room,the sun now rising....oh,right

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lovrwz · 1 year

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pupsclawz · 5 days

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Enamoured

Summary: Enid and Ajax seem to be a perfect couple. A partnership forged from true love. What if one's heart isn't truly in the right place?

Ship: Wenclair, Enjax

AN: Inspired by the song, "Moth to a Flame" by Swedish House Mafia and The Weeknd

Like a moth to a flame

I'll pull you in, I'll pull you back to what you need initially

It's just one call away

And you'll leave him, you're loyal to me

But this time I let you be

Enid and Petropolus were at it again giggling and whispering about something in the corner of the library. Despite their efforts to be quiet, I could still hear them from the other side of the building. It sends a burning feeling up my veins, something I could not identify. It seemed to be jealousy? No, anger? It would make sense but no matter, research is more important.

I was lost in the paragraphs upon paragraphs of content this book gave me that I nearly failed to identify the pair of footsteps getting nearer and nearer. I looked up in time to see Enid and Petropolus standing side by side, cheeks flushed.

“Hey, Wends! We were just going to the Weathervane. Do you want us to get anything for you?” Enid spoke with a dreadfully cheery voice.

It disappoints me that the gorgon thought that this lousy excuse was enough to convince me of his actual motives. I expected more from Enid’s paramour but this could be blamed on Esther.

“What I need.” I started, gauging the pair’s reactions, “Is Enid helping me with my Werewolf research.”

Enid looked like she was about to agree as her smile widened a fraction, but a look from Petropolus told another story.

“But,” I continued, interrupting Enid who was about to say something, “I would appreciate it if you could get me a quad over ice.”

The spark in Enid’s eyes dimmed a little but she nodded. I gave her a look that said we would talk later before nodding back and beckoning them to go already.

'Cause he seems like he's good for you

And he makes you feel like you should

And all your friends say he's the one

His love for you is true

I was sat reading at the most secluded spot at the Weathervane with the rest of the nightshade’s inner circle watching Enid’s “date” with the gorgon. A new wave of hushed whispers grew around me. I looked up to see the gorgon urging Enid to eat at least a bite more.

Oh, how your face says everything. He makes you feel wanted, loved, and how everything should be. A normal outcast mate for a werewolf-like YOU.

Someone nudged me on the shoulder before they whispered, “ They look so perfect, right?” The now-identified Yoko asked.

The audacity of this girl… I looked back to the gorgon only to see him making heart eyes at her. I can’t help but grit my teeth at the genuineness of it all. With difficulty, I replied, “They do.”

But does he know you call me when he sleeps?

I was sitting at my desk, my hands gliding over each key of my typewriter as Viper goes through with her investigations. She was investigating a murder. The victim’s body was mangled and unrecognizable; Their limbs were strewn about the crime scene. Viper was alone in the forest where the murders happened, hoping to encounter the assailant. A piece of loose rope dangled from a tree. She was about to touch it when-

My head snapped towards the sound as my phone rang; The horribly annoying ringtone immediately told me who it was. I reached for my phone and opened it, noting the time: 21:16 (9:16 pm). I answered the call and held the soul-sucking device up to my ear.

“Hey Willa,” Enid’s voice sounded. It was soft and gentle. One reserved for our nightly talks. It all started the night after THE incident where Enid couldn’t sleep. It then evolved to an every night meeting, talking about our woes.

“Hello, I was under the impression that Petropolus was staying with you,” I stated, slightly confused.

“Oh, he is,” Her voice perked up as if she just remembered. “He just passed out. Apparently, someone drugged his drink during dinner.”

“How unfortunate,” I replied, deadpan, not feeling bad at all.

Enid giggled slightly, “Oh! I was gonna ask you about that…”

But does he know the pictures that you keep?

I was sitting on my bed, inspecting the black cat plushie that Enid had gifted me when I heard the familiar digital camera shutter sound coming from the wolf’s side of the room. I immediately looked up to see her pointing the brick of meaningless affirmation toward me. That was not acceptable.

I stood up with the plushie still in my hand. Enid surprisingly hadn't noticed yet considering that she was definitely taking pictures of me. I walked up to her side of the room and it was only when I was right in front of her that she finally noticed that I’d caught her.

The wolf yelped, falling towards the middle of her bed while clutching her phone. I held out my hand with my palm up, staring expectantly at her. The response I got? She just stared at me with a confused look on her face and her head tilted slightly to the side. By the gods, she really is a puppy…

“Your phone,” I elaborated. Still looking at her with an expectant look. My eyes were greeted with the reddening of my puppy’s face, knowing that I had caught her.

“W-w-what? Why? Do you even know how to use it?” She asked, cheeks still red. Of course, I know how to use that wretched device, I’m not stupid.

“Because I said so. And yes, I do know how to use one of those. If you must know, I was the one that built and set up Pugsley’s ‘gaming setup’,” I answered, reaching for the phone that was still clutched to her chest.

Enid did not put up any fight when I pried the phone from her hands. I swiped up and was met with a password-protected phone. Good, at least my puppy isn’t that stupid. I thought of what the password could be before trying “Willa,” surprising me when it opened and showed me her home screen.

It was a picture of me holding my sword in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other. It was after one of my dueling sessions outside when Enid heard an ice cream truck and asked me to get her something as she was about to duel someone… The things I do for this girl.

I opened the photos app after a bit of searching. Seriously, how many apps did someone need? I was met with neatly organized rows and columns of labeled folders. I clicked on the first folder named “Adventure” and saw hundreds of pictures from last year’s crackstone incident. I have to say that I absolutely have no idea how she got these, there was even a picture of me holding a sword facing Crackstone! She wasn’t there when that happened…

No matter how she took these. I exited the folder and scrolled down to the end of the alphabet and to the Ws and that’s when I saw it: A folder named “Wednesday.” I clicked on it and saw photos, videos, GIFs… etc of me. Just me…

“La mia luna…” I whispered as I scrolled and scrolled, finding more and more pictures of me from the time we spent in and out of Nevermore.

As I had yet to reach the end, I left the app and pressed the power button. I looked up to see my puppy sitting at the edge of her bed, her hands fidgeting at the hem of her shirt and her eyes pointed at the floor.

“Sinclar,” I said, gaining her attention as she looked at me, “You may keep them BUT you mustn’t let anyone see it”

She squealed loudly before grabbing her phone back and engulfing me in a tight embrace. It was… Warm…

But does he know the reasons that you cry?

Or tell me, does he know where your heart lies?

Where it truly lies

Yeah

You should be with him, I let you go from time

You should stay with him

A soft knock reverberated through my room, interrupting me as I read my favorite book. I looked at the clock hanging from the wall:1 am. Who could be at my door this early? I silently placed my book on my bed before standing up and cautiously padding to my door. Slowly, I opened the door only to see Enid, tear tracks lining her face

I opened my door wider in order to let her in. As soon as my wolf was inside, she held out her arms silently asking for permission to hug me. I, of course, allowed it and stepped into her space. Her arms wrapped tightly around me whilst burying her face into the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent. Who was I to refuse? Especially with my puppy being in such a state.

“What happened?” I asked gently, running my hands through her blonde curls.

That was the question that broke the dam as the pup’s body was wracked with sobs. I felt her tears hit the skin on my neck, some being soaked up by my shirt.

“My mom,” she uttered between sobs, so quiet that I was barely able to hear it.

I just continued stroking her hair as I rested my chin on her head, whispering sweet nothings to her. No words were needed to convey how I feel about all of this. She already knew.

I don’t know how long we stood in that position but neither of us minded. It felt only seconds before she lifted her face up and looked me in the eyes.

“I love you,” Enid whispered, not looking away from my eyes. I stared back.

“I love you too, Il mio cucciolo,” I whispered back, my hand reaching up to cup her face.

We stood for what seemed like hours, not wanting to let each other go. A bang and scuttling took us out of our trances as Thing walked in.

“I gotta go,” Enid uttered, “Ajax is probably looking for me… I kinda left him alone

I nodded, “Go, you should stay with him should an incident occur.” before leading her to the door and letting her go…

'Cause he seems like he's good for you

And he makes you feel like you should

And all your friends say he's the one

His love for you is true (hey)

Today was the dreaded parents’ day. Luckily for me, my family had gone to visit a relative of ours in the Pacific, which means I don’t have to deal with their annoying overly emotional selves.

I walked out to the front courtyard of the school which has been turned into a place for gathering. I sit at one of the tables closest to the school. To my dismay, it seemed that the Nightshades saw fit to join me without my permission. I allowed it only because it because they were watching and talking about mia lupa.

I looked across the grounds and saw Enid’s family sitting and talking with the gorgon. Oh, how I loathe that boy. I tuned everything out and focused on your conversation. This was an ability I picked up from Uncle Fester, he’d always be on the run after all.

She was refusing to eat stating that she wasn’t hungry. I would have fed you by hand but that gorgon managed to urge her to eat. Enid’s smile widened as a comment about a proper mate and a pack escaped Esther’s lips. That woman shall die by my hand.

“They look sooo cute together!” A voice I recognized as Divina’s, said.

I looked around my table and saw everyone agreeing. It was unanimous that they all thought the gorgon was the one for her. It was your choice and to my absolute resentment, I saw that whatever they both had was very real and he makes Enid feel like she belonged, especially within the traditional Werewolf packs.

But does he know you call me when he sleeps? (No, no)

Waking up to a brick of soul-sucking technology blasting music was not the most pleasant feeling in the world. Although, it did help tolerate more of my surroundings whenever I venture out to Jericho. I sat up and picked said brick up. I opened it, the brightness of the screen temporarily blinding me before my eyes adjusted to the light. I checked the time. It read 2:17 am.

I rubbed my bleary eyes before unlocking the device and saw what had caused that abhorrent noise. It was Enid. She called. It was no more than 5 minutes ago when she last called. My mind immediately went on full alert before calling her back.

“Lupa?” I called as soon as someone picked up.

I heard a sniffle before what sounded like a teary response, “Hey Willa…”

“What possessed you to call at such an unholy hour?” I asked, wanting to get straight to the point.

“I- I was just gonna miss us, y’know? Tomorrow’s our last day.” She spoke, stuttering and pausing, trying to get through the sentence.

“Do not worry puppy, I will spend all day with you tomorrow,” I responded against my own will.

“Really!” Her voice, now more energetic, “Thanks Weds!” “I’ll always be there…” I said. My response was met with a dead line.

But does he know the pictures that you keep? (Oh)

I was helping Enid pack her belongings. This day will be our final day as students in Nevermore and I intend to savor it and make it the best for Enid.

I spent half the day listening to her babble about everything as we packed away all her belongings. The multitude of vividly colored clothes and items in a suitcase, although neatly folded and organized, looked a lot more like unicorn vomit than when I first saw her room.

I walked back into her closet, looking for anything we missed. Finding nothing, I walked back to her room and checked under the now bare bed. There was a box tucked away in a corner as if it was deliberately hidden.

“Enid,” I called, still eyeing the box, too far under for me to reach.

No response. I looked around for her only to find a note that said she had to pick something up from one of her teachers.

I shrugged before finally trying to reach the box myself. It wasn’t easy, but I finally got it. I had to crawl my way under the bed and I was luckily small enough to fit.

I lifted the box up into the bed before picking the lock that held the lid close. I wasn’t ready for the sight that greeted me. There were stacks and stacks of polaroid pictures of me scattered about the box. Same with the pictures on her phone, I did not know how she got these. As I was thinking of an idea, a devilish idea presented itself to me; An equally devilish smile formed on my lips.

I took one of the pictures and signed it before placing it back and snapping the lid closed. Very devilish indeed…

But does he know the reasons that you cry?

Or tell me, does he know where your heart lies?

Where it truly lies

Right here with me, babe

Where it truly lies

My bed, babe

Where it truly lies

In my arms, babe

Where it truly lies

(Oh-oh-oh)

After helping Enid pack, we spent the day in Jericho. It was… tolerable. Although I had to stop her from purchasing more stuffed animals. It’s arguably more creepy to have so many of them than my collection of decapitated dolls.

The sun was setting when we arrived at my dorm. Enid had insisted that she walk me there.

“C-can I stay with you tonight?” She asked, hesitantly, holding onto my hand tight as she did so.

I nodded mutely before pushing the door to my room open and walking in with her trailing behind me. I sat down on my bed, letting her sit beside me.

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Enid inevitably lost it and began to sob. I put a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, only to be dragged into one of her embraces.

I don’t know what exactly happened but it was just about Midnight when I saw myself laying down with my arms around my puppy with one of my hands running through her blonde locks.

Where it truly lies

(Hey)

Where it truly

A big applause snapped me out of the memories as the people at the bar enjoyed the last words of the song. The Addams family had owned this bar for generations and I recently found out that people in this bar seemed to enjoy my music whether it be from my cello or my own voice.

That doesn’t matter. What matters is why I couldn’t get her out of my mind. It has been 5 years since I’ve seen her and every single day of those years would always contain an aspect of her. It’s driving me insane. Maybe going insane doesn’t sound so bad.

I looked at the sea of people that enjoyed my performance. My eyes combed through different faces, normies, and outcasts. As my eyes reached the far corner of the bar, I came across something hauntingly familiar…

A distinct pair of clear blue crystalline eyes stared back at me that could only belong to one person…

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noirflavouredgifs · 1 year

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ARTIST SPEAKS: hello , hello ! would anyone be interested in a gif pack of jenna ortega starring as wednesday addams in the newest netflix series ? lemme know either in the comments, via inbox or dm ! or maybe you’d want a totally different fc from this show ? im feelin kind of... inspired c:

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milfsntosaturn · 1 year

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gwendoline christie and jenna ortega at NYCC discussing wednesday and larissa weems’s relationship in wednesday on netflix

(p.s. they held hands for the entire interview and jenna’s smile when she says “other” … jenna we know what you are bestie 😉)

#wednesday on netflix #gwendoline christie #jenna ortega #gwendoline christie is stunning #wednesday addams #nycc #gwendoline x jenna #jenna ortega wednesday #jenna we know what you are #they are so sweet though #i cry #women

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tonks-21 · 11 months

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“My dear sister” | Wednesday Addams

TW: +18. Stabbing, medical treatment, infirmary mention.

Content: You got stabbed instead of your younger sister Wednesday

Type of content: fluf, slice of life

Not a long time ago, she asked you to help her in one investigation about the hyde and the school history, and you ended up letting Miss Thornhill stab you instead of her without even thinking twice. When you fell, you managed to stop and put out of conscience your ex professor with Wednesday’s help.

Then, she kneeled beside you and hugged you before even thinking about her body pressing against the knife. You squeezed a bit and she got away from you before putting her hand over her lips, letting away a worried mumble and feeling a sad and regretful sentiment which led her eyes to get wet as she saw your blood running out of your body and spilling around, wetting your shirt and making a circle around your wounded stomach.

“Wednesday, you have to go and save Nevermore. I’ll be here when you get back. It's your responsibility to save all of us. I know you can. And I’ll be right here when you do so, as always” you told her.

Wednesday had to convince herself that you’ll be there and that when she had killed that monster, you were going to be at her room, welcoming her from another of her investigations, smiling and hugging her. And that she will complain a bit about it but wouldn’t push you away. And that you’d giggle and she would feel your stomach healed. That next time she’d see you, you were going to be as always. Smiling and healthy. She had to lie to herself for the sake of the future. Your future.

When she could manage to convince the nurse to see you. She was upset because Thing could see you as he could climb the front of the building and enter by the window. And he had been telling her how you were, but that wasn’t sufficient for her, she wanted to hear you, talk to you, touch your healed stomach, to see that it was all right. That you were all right.

Let’s just say she was clinging in you for like an hour while you two talked and she thanked you and said how much she cared about you.

“My dear sister…” she thought when she glared at you silently with all the care she could express in her eyes after she told all to you.