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adopted a new WIP and it’s now my favorite thing i’ve ever written + my new fav … sorry UTMR you’ll always be the og but boxing AU is my new fav child hehehehe

Idk if i’ll post at least not until it’s done we’ll see but YALLLL i am SOOOO excited

Essentially is Hella vibes like SERIOUS vibes. Boxer Enid x Journalist Wednesday - tense “enemies” to lovers fast burn… it’s so fucking vibes man. OBSESSED.

p.s. If anyone is super curious on it i can maybe post a pdf of the first chapter and if people like it then I can Post on ao3 ??

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Just got an idea of allocating a song for chapters & posting it in the summary so yall can listen as you read… hehehe

I also will go back & add them to previous chapters but omg yes stay tuned !

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Could you please please please show or mark where Enid's scars are? I really want to draw her as close to UTMR canon as possible. Thanks 🖤💖

WAIT OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS?? oh my god im crying ok ok…

So essentially umm the only explicit references - and the most physically obvious ones - are:

- Her canon left cheek scars from the Hyde fight s1

- A scar that runs from her left wrist to elbow from the bloodmoon bracelet incident

- Jagged scars on the side of her right calf from her last full transformation

She does sustain like small scar-type facial injuries in chapter 12 but they’re patched up, as are injures from recent chapters so it’s up to you if you want to include them as marks!!

Also, it is implied throughout that she sustained past injuries and scars from Dominic but it’s not explicitly stated where so I’ll leave it up to whether you want to come up with some little ones or include them at all!!

BUT I AM SO EXCITED RAAAAAA THnk u so much <3 Also if you want me to like make some kind of chart and draw on it i can DM you one !! :D

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chapter 32 is finally posted!! So sorry for the inactivity... i got super busy and kinda lost confidence with this story pfff... pls enjoy !!! (p.s. it's gonna go back to slice of life healing stuff from 33 onward i promise)

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Guys omg I’m so sorry- just an update that I am alive!!! I went on a trip and have been super busy this week since I got back

I’m working on finishing chapter 32 but I lost momentum with writing so the quality may not be as good because aaaaaa Idek why

JUST WANNA LET YOU AL KNOW IM BACK SOON🙏🙏🙏

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You guys are NOT ready for chapter 32 ?!

Andi redemption arc. I’m making up for all my past angst sins y’all🙏🙏

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Jude Addams <3

A long-awaited drawing of Jude Addams, Wednesday (and Enid)'s son from my wenclair fic, Until the Moon Rises !!

Thank you SO much to @leodraws3 for drawing this masterpiece - I'm crying.

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Chapter 30!!

Ch 30 is posted - good luck y'all !! <3

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My god you guys are going to hate me for chapter 30. Um. All i’ll say is that the thing you all may Kill me for is not rly about wenclair - but itz… FUCK omg i’m CRYING

Also cliffhangers ftw ;)

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I wanna post a lil excerpt of chapter 29 cos it’s now my favorite chapter and there’s a moment that’s become my fav I’ve ever written so I give into the voices and show u guys…? It’s not super long!

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My first actual UTMR drawing (wip) - someone name the cat for this plot point. Otherwise I’m thinking Omen…

p.s. I’m still learning to draw idk what i’m doing the cat is SO cooked i’m crying

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CHAPTER 28 IS UP <3 <3 <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65059402/chapters/171982870

P.S. I've realized the plot has been a lil... rushed lately or well... hyperfocused on one thing - I'm currently researching how I can keep track of subplots since I suuuuper struggle with keeping track BAHAHAH. So hopefully expect the plot to get better in quality soon (manifest I can keep track of everything)

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YALL I JUST COMMISSIONED MY FAV ARTIST FOR WEDNESDAY, ENID, and JUDE ART… not JUST anyone i literally commissioned leo (leodraws3) for it and we are gonna feast my friends… !! Never been so excited Y’all

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Chapter 28 Snippet

Hi guys soooo I can’t contain myself and decided to post a snippet of chapter 28 on here !! It’s over 1k words so pretty long LMAO but the chapter itself is long so don’t worry. Of course though, this could be considered a spoiler… so read at your own discretion

But it’s worth it I promise ;)

p.s. it’s not 100% edited pls forgive me

[Context: this is during/after Enid has a vivid flashback]

For a long time, Enid didn’t move, lost beyond the hospital walls - caught in the undertow of memory and fear. Her muscles locked, as if a single wrong breath could shatter her into pieces. Yet Wednesday remained, holding on with the same persistence she had used to keep vigil at countless hospital bedsides seven years ago. Thing hovered nearby, fretful, but he too kept his distance, knowing this was a wound not mended by stitches.

It began with Enid’s breathing: first ragged, then gradually slowing. Her eyelids fluttered, lashes trembling against ashen cheeks. One hand remained clenched in the hospital blanket, bracing herself against the world’s tilt, the other caught in Wednesday’s own. Every few seconds, a faint tremor shuddered through her.

Wednesday whispered nonsense, not for comfort so much as for tethering. She talked about Jude’s collection of odd stones, about the stray cat Thing once tried to lure in from the window, about the truly ghastly Jell-O cubes served at breakfast. She described the color of the morning fog, the headline she’d read about an octopus gone loose in the aquarium, the exact arrangements of the withering freesias in their makeshift vase. All the mundane, grounding details of a world that kept spinning, even when minds drifted away.

Eventually, Enid’s fingers flexed against Wednesday’s grip, not pulling away but returning pressure. The sound she made was closer to a whimper than word, but Wednesday recognized it - felt the desperate, unfiltered need behind it. Something so raw and so rarely permitted. She squeezed back gently, her thumb tracing over Enid’s knuckles.

“I’m here,” she said, softer now. “You can come back. You’re safe.”

Enid’s breath caught, her chest shuddering, but the spell began to break. Her eyes opened by increments - unfocused at first, as she struggled to recall her surroundings. Wednesday let the silence envelop them, refusing to rush, simply holding them both in this small, fragile space.

After a long moment, Enid blinked. Her gaze swept the room: the IV stand, the pale linoleum, the battered plastic pitcher with its dying flowers. Finally, it landed on Wednesday’s face. She looked exhausted, hollowed out, but present. Human.

“Hey,” Wednesday whispered, her voice as close to gentle as she could manage. “There you are.”

Enid blinked again, her lower lip trembling. “Wends?” she rasped.

“You’re in my hospital bed,” Wednesday continued quietly, seeking something tangible to hold onto. “Room 218. It’s 11:20 in the morning. The IV is on your left. Thing is on the windowsill, reading discharge instructions. The freesia you brought is still wilting. I believe the hospital food is plotting revenge for my last review on Yelp. You are here, with me, and you are safe.”

Enid’s breath caught again, but this time it came with sound - a small, choked laugh. She shifted her weight, inching back enough that Wednesday could see her face. Her eyes rimmed in red, lashes clumped together, the old bruise of sleeplessness above her cheekbones. Yet her focus had sharpened; she was looking at Wednesday, really looking, the wild panic receding into exhaustion.

“You’re here?” Her voice was small, hoarse, barely a croak.

Wednesday felt her own composure fray. “Yes, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Her hand found Enid’s cheek, cool against fevered skin. “I promise.”

Enid took another unsteady breath, pressing her free hand to her sternum, confirming reality. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—”

Wednesday shook her head, interrupting with a gentle press of her thumb at the corner of Enid’s mouth. “No apologies. Not for this. Not with me.”

Enid’s gaze fell, shame flooding her expression. “I just… it’s so stupid. I was fine, I was—” Her voice fractured again. “It’s like my head just—” She mimed an explosion with trembling hands.

Wednesday caught her hands in her own, wrapping them gently between her palms. “It isn’t stupid,” she said. “Memory isn’t logical. You don’t owe anyone a straight line through it.” She pressed a kiss to Enid’s uninjured knuckles, then placed them over her own heart, willing Enid to feel her pulse. “You’re safe.”

That word again. It didn’t cure anything, but it kept the ghosts at bay. Neither moved for a moment. Wednesday watched Enid’s eyes fluttered closed, a single tear trailing down her cheek. It shimmered there uncertainly until Wednesday brushed it away.

Thing made a soft, scandalized tap from the windowsill - a complicated gesture that meant he was pretending not to watch but had witnessed everything. Wednesday shot him a warning look, and he tactfully withdrew behind the curtain.

Enid loosened her grip, shifting back to sit up further. She wiped at her face, cheeks mottled pink, trying to regain composure. Her mouth opened, then closed, before she tried again. “Did I… did I say anything?”

Wednesday shook her head. “Nothing you wouldn’t want heard. Mostly you muttered ‘don’t trust them’ and something about obligations. And your father.” She kept her tone gentle. “Do you remember what happened?”

Enid nodded, eyes squeezed shut, the memory too raw to voice. “I was with him,” she said finally. “My dad. At the end. He said—” She swallowed, jaw flexing. “He said, ‘Never trust them with anything. Especially not our kind.’ he said… there were debts. Things that won’t die with him.” Her words trailed off into a whisper. “I don’t even know what he meant. And I… I thought I couldn’t get out. I couldn’t get back.”

Wednesday allowed the silence to follow, not daring to fill it too soon. She moved to tuck a strand of Enid’s hair behind her ear before taking her hand again. “But you did,” she whispered, bringing Enid’s knuckles to her lips and brushing a feather-light kiss across them once more - a gesture so unpracticed that Enid looked startled. “You came back.”

Tears filled Enid’s eyes, but she didn’t look away. The urge to run had faded, replaced by a hunger for closeness she rarely allowed herself to feel. She slid her hand up, fingers trembling, until they cupped Wednesday’s neck. “You shouldn’t have to keep pulling me back.”

Wednesday smiled, the expression small but real. “Perhaps I want to.” Her voice was dry but without bite, stripped of armor. “Perhaps I’m just selfish.” She paused, watching the way Enid’s face softened. “You’re not alone, Enid. You never have to be.”

Enid ducked her head, a flush creeping up her neck. She squeezed Wednesday’s hand where it held. “I hate this. The way it just… hits me out of nowhere.”

Wednesday let her guard drop, only a fraction, and let Enid see the truth - the desperate hope that she hadn’t failed her by not catching her fall sooner. “It terrifies me,” Wednesday admitted quietly. “Seeing you disappear like that. Not knowing how to bring you back. I’d rather face surgery again than lose you to something I can’t touch.”

Enid’s eyes widened, surprise and sorrow mingling. She tightened her grip on Wednesday’s fingers, their hands entwined atop the blanket, refusing to let the world separate them even an inch.

“You won’t,” Enid said, more conviction in her tone than she’d managed in days. Years, maybe. “I promise. I come back. I always come back.”

Wednesday’s breath stuttered at those words, their impact landing somewhere deep and private. For once, she let herself feel it - the terror of nearly losing Enid, the relief at finding her here, alive and present and so heartbreakingly real. Her own eyes burned, but she refused to look away. “Then I’ll keep being here. As long as it takes.”

Enid sniffled, offering a small, apologetic smile. “Sorry for scaring you.”

Wednesday squeezed her hand in return. “I prefer honesty to pretense. If you’re scared, show me. If you need to fall apart, do it here. I’ve spent my life admiring fortitude, but lately I find I have more use for truth.”

Enid’s answering grin was fragile but no less genuine. “I’ll try.”

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Chapter 27 is posted!! <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65059402/chapters/171800719

WEDNESDAY POV LETS GOOOO!

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I'm torn between writing a quick oneshot for tumblr or fully editing chapter 27 so I can post sooner... But i keep procastinating oneshots... Keep an eye out to see if i post a nevermore flashback oneshot soon-ish ;)

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꩜. ˚ extra credit, overtime, and attic windows

wednesday addams x enid sinclair // high school au

When Wednesday Addams moves into the house on Wulfric Street, she’s just hoping to keep her head down, run her true crime podcast, and survive another new school. Until she meets Enid Sinclair, the girl through the window and the ice hockey captain. Enid is more than just an enigma wrapped in smiles and pink sweaters, she has her own struggles: living up to her late brother’s legacy, dealing with petty drama, and trying to save the ice rink from shutting down. Paired for a semester-long project, Wednesday and Enid find they have nothing in common - until a deeper mystery, a shared investigation, and late-night window conversations start to bring them together. As they dig into the truth behind the rink’s closure and face the challenges of suburbia, they begin to realize that sometimes, the person you least expect might be exactly what you need. ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Classic High School AU where a school project turns into an investigation and the girl next door becomes much more than just a neighbor.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66543214/chapters/171634348