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bingo6776 · 1 year

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Confrontation 2/2

wednesday addams x reader

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sorry there is so little dialogue! i have no idea how i want to write wednesday yet. also, this is definitely not proof read, but we move

feel free to give me tips on how to improve, or ideas for more x reader or maybe wenclair fics!

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Wednesday was well aware that she was difficult, stubborn, and obsessive. They were traits she had spent years cultivating to perfection.

She never thought that she would one day be wishing she perhaps hadn’t gotten locking her emotions away down to such an art that she was no longer sure how she could express, or even feel them really. In a healthy way, that is.

That’s why she had warned you against dating her a year prior, oh how you should have listened.

Yet when your mind flicked back to the moment when you had confessed your undying adoration for the dark-haired girl, you didn’t think of the warnings that fell from her lips, only how there seemed to be no real bite to words, and how delicate and cold her lips would feel against your own. It was safe to say that from day one, Wednesday had avoided committing herself to you in a multitude of ways, to protect your untainted heart.

She had sworn to herself that when you finally saw her for who she was, she would let you go, reasoning that if she kept a modicum of distance between the two of you, she wouldn’t grow overly attached.

But now Wednesday had had a taste of what it was like to be wholly yours, and for you to be hers.

It was euphoric.

The bliss that usually filled her, therefore, being suddenly ripped from her because of her own faults made her feel like she had been dropped headfirst into a vat of acid, her skin melting off of her body, the fatal liquid slowly forcing its way to the traitorous organ that was her heart. Wednesday knew she would much prefer for this to be her reality compared to the path her life was taking now, without you.

Perhaps she was meant to be alone, to continue her bleak existence in solitude, not only for her own sake but to protect those she loved from the destruction she wreaked onto their lives.

She was a Raven, after all.

And then she was pulled from herself destructive monologue when her embodiment-of-a-rainbow roommate all but smashed through the door.

“Okay, Addams, brutal honesty time. You’re in pain, and don’t deny it, its obvious. But you need to get your shit together. I’m sorry you’re suffering, but that does not mean you get to force every student who slightly bugs you to suffer with you,” the blonde huffed, her fists clenched by her side as she stood by Wednesdays bed.

The furious werewolf only amused the girl, because she could make them suffer, and she would continue to do so, quite happily actually.

Wednesday only smirked in response, turning back to the novel in her lap – she hadn’t been able to properly read without getting distracted since you had left, yet it was still a good prop for getting people to leave her alone. If you hadt wormed your way into her black heart, she would have had grandmama unleash thousands of curses upon you and your family for being the only thing she could think of.

However, the book was failing her, if Enid’s consistent rant was any indication. Damn, the werewolf could talk.

“- you cannot sit in the quad shooting arrows at people chewing too loudly,” that was a reasonable response to Wednesday, maybe Xavier would finally learn some table manners, “and now Yoko is too scared to get any blood bags after you threatened to poison her for calling you ‘Nessy’,” again, beyond reasonable. A bit too lenient perhaps, she’d have to work on her threats. “You need to fix what happened between you and Y/n.”

“There is nothing to fix,” she gripped her book harder, the hardback slightly bending under the grip, “the relationship wasn’t working. She could not handle me, she left. The end.”

At that, Enid slowly exhaled through her nose, closing her eyes for a moment as she did so. “You’re my best friend, I’m worried. Y/n’s been avoiding us like the black plague when you’re around, and when she does talk to us, they aren’t the same. You’ve been well, you know, more Wednesday Addamsy, and whilst you might like to think it’s a compliment, its not. A second year almost had a break down when she bumped into you earlier, Wednesday, for gods sake.”

And for the first time in her life, Wednesday avoided eye contact so actively she wasn’t sure shed eve be able to drag her eyes up from the floor. Not for the second year, no, that was quite amusing to hear, but hearing that you had stopped spending time with your friends because of her hit a nerve she hadn’t expected it to. She hadn’t known you were making sacrifices to your social life to stay away from her.

“Suck up your pride and apologise, its for the best. You’ll both be happier for it.” And with that Enid went back to her own side of the room, whether from fear Wednesday’s next war path would be in her direction, or simply being over the levels of angst the goth had been showing for the last week, Wednesday did not know.

Wednesday hoped it was as easy as Enid made it seem.

Wednesday craved you. She craved your presence, your laugh, your touch. She missed the way you would laugh at whatever soulless pit of media you had fallen down during her writing time, she missed the feeling of you leaning against her as you painted Thing’s nails.

The never halting force of time meant that one week without you, had turned into a pitiful two weeks.

Why hadn’t you come back to her, declaring your love for each other as a stronger force than this fight?

She thought herself pathetic at the way her eyes would follow you wherever you went, latching onto you as if she were memorising every part of you until you walked away from her, again.

Once, when passing each other in the hallway, she had tried to make your eyes fall on her, to overwhelm her with your gaze.

You didn’t spare her a glance.

You had so desperately wanted to fall into the never-ending darkness that were her eyes, to let her swallow you whole, to consume you. But if she truly wanted you, would she have not made some sort of indication already? She hadn’t so much as breathed in your direction for all you knew. The key words being ‘for all you knew’, being so caught up in your own internal turmoil, you missed her seeking gaze, not seeing the way the tall Stoner girl that was walking by your side shrunk as you ex-girlfriend’s murderous eyes settled on her. She was in Wednesday’s place, by your side. Unacceptable, how dare she.

A metallic taste filled the sadists mouth as she chewed veraciously on her own cheek to stop herself from calling your name, forcing herself to believe that you are incompatible. She was too morbid and dark, you were too soft, too innocent.

She missed the way you turned around to catch a glimpse of her retreating figure.

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one week, to two, to three.

You didn’t know how much longer you could take of not having Wednesday, in any capacity. You had thought she would have cared for you enough to at least attempt to be friendly, as friendly as Wednesday can be anyway. God, you just wanted her to threaten your life, to say she’ll pour silver down your throat in your sleep if you laugh too loudly again, only to smirk in such a small way that only you would ever be able to catch on to it.

In your eyes, you were made from each other. Soulmates, made from the same stare, destined to live out your lives together. Apparently, she did not, over time you just hoped you could come to terms with feeling as if a limb had been sliced from your body, leaving a gaping wound and an unbearable pain in its place.

And this is the very reason why in every class the two of you shared, you practically begged one of your friends to switch with you.

“C’mon, I’ll owe you big time! I’ll do whatever you want for a week,” you all but whined at Yoko, you almost cringed at how desperate you looked when you saw your reflection in her tinted glasses.

“And how many times do I have to tell you that I do not, in any capacity, have a death wish. I’ve grown rather comfortable in my immortality, thank you very much,” the vampire quipped, adding a quick ‘I learned my lesson last time.’ She still hadn’t drank a meal that she wasn’t scared was tainted with Garlic, she’d run to the infirmary not once, but twice thinking she had been poisoned – the first time she had drank too quickly, so no it was not her stomach pains being the first sign of her death, the second was just pure terror of the Addams’ unwavering eyes staring at her in the quad as she ate, making Yoko certain Wednesday just didn’t want to miss a second of her future torment.

You looked up at the clock, there was only a few minutes until the class began, you knew the girl you were avoiding with everything in you would be here soon.

Sighing, you pulled out the best weapon in your arsenal. You would have felt guilty if gothic vampire hadn’t looked so smug as you begged for her to switch places with you.

“If you don’t give your seat up right now, Tanaka, I’m telling Divina that it was you who lost her favourite book, and not Ajax.” Just to ensure you were getting your point across, you looked towards the siren through the classroom window. Divina, the usually calm and collected girl, had literally hunted the gorgon boy until she tired herself out.

“You- you wouldn’t do that; you know she’d literally banish me from our dorm.”

“Yoko, I am so far from kidding.”

After a beat of silence, the vampire gathered her books as quickly as she could, muttering a “I’m going to shove a stick of wolfsbane up your ass.”

Smiling in response at what you hoped was a joke, offering a dramatic sigh and “I wish it hadn’t come to this, maybe we can be friends again someday,” earning a snort from the now moody immortal.

You were just glad that Enid had taken pity on you and sat next to she-who-shall-not-be-named in the classes where the rest of the students were too scared to even glance n her direction, for the first week you had just decided not to turn up to lessons. But alas, you were smart, but not smart enough to keep your grades up with no classes, no matter how badly you wanted to never have to lay eyes on the girl who still held your heart in her hands.

Yet, despite the distance between you and the girl who tore your heart from your chest and thew it to the ground as if it was nothing more than an inconvenience to her oh so important mystery, you missed having her cool thigh against your own, missing the way the smell of ink, and dusty parchment encompassed you.

Day by day your hopes that she would pull her head out of her ass dwindled.

Yoko was astounded by how oblivious you were to Wednesday’s dark eyes were burning a hole in the back of your head, as if she could command your eyes to be on her.

Unsurprisingly, you were both oblivious to the way Yoko was absolutely shitting herself convinced that if she breathed too loudly, or her if her pen was too loud against her paper, the Addams’ eyes would turn to her, killing her on the spot like the most powerful Gorgons used to be able to do, until they became no more than domesticated pet owners.

That class you had taken no notes, too busy trying not to see fi Wednesday was looking at your, Wednesday not having taken any being too busy to do everything to get you to notice her longing filled gaze.

Of course, Wednesday was also drawing up more plans on how to torture the vampire as she sat beside her, thrumming with barely contained rage and debilitating melancholy.

It was only when your separation from Wednesday was nearing the one-month mark that she felt she was going to go insane if she didn’t talk to you.

She couldn’t function without you by her side.

When she played the cello, the notes sounded dull and lifeless, a shadow of the swooping and haunting tones she used to be able to pull from the instrument when you had sat on the balcony with her, awe glimmering in your eyes, enjoying the comfortable silence that engulfed you once she had finished.

Her writing had also taken a blow. She may have loved silence, but now she couldn’t handle it unless it was disrupted by your breathing, knowing you were merely feet away from her. One night, she had become so frustrated with the way she couldn’t move Viper’s story forward, she had taken to relentlessly hammering at the keys of her typewriter, no longer gracing them with her usual precise and delicate touch.

Enid was lucky she still had her life after her threats of throwing the piece of equipment out of the window if there was even another tap on the keys, let alone another god forsaken ‘schwing’ as the werewolf referred to it.

She hadn’t been able to sleep, her nightmares usually filled with the screams of the boys she’d allowed her piranhas to feast on, or the countless other poor souls who crossed her path, had been replaced with soft dreams of your voice, your hands combing through her hair, whispering sweet nothings whilst she was in your embrace.

She woke up missing the feeling of drowning in everything that was you.

She had spent the day watching you from afar in the quad, poking at your food, you would smile brightly at your friends who never noticed the dim look in your eyes.

Her night consisted of sleeplessness – the only happiness Wednesday pulled from the agony she found in sleep was the dark circles that had grown under her eyes, she thought she looked more and more like a walking corpse each day. It was quite the ego boost.

Perhaps it was the lack of sleep that made her take the walk across campus to be standing in front of your dorm.

She had been able to walk to the dorm.

Now all she had to do, was actually get into said dorm.

The Addams would never have thought she would be scared of a door. The psychic knew you were awake, like her you were a night owl and a morning person all rolled into one. That and the soft glow that was seeping from the bottom of the door.

Gritting her teeth, she opened the door.

Now was no time for manners.

At the sudden intrusion, you sat up in your bed, phone clattering to the floor, your eyes were wide and alert, claws having ripped through the blanket that was previously covering your body.

“You can’t fuck do that, Wednesday,” you panted out. “I thought I was going to be murdered, Jesus.” The brief shot of adrenaline that ran through your body at the surprise visit stopping you from immediately telling the shorter girl where she could shove her probably half-baked apology.

‘I swear to everything good and holy under the moon, if she’s here to ask for my help on the murders, there’s going to be another body added to the list’ is what ran through your head as you stared at Wednesday.

Completely ignoring your comment, Wednesday made strong and purposeful strides – her façade of confidence completely different to the anxiety bubbling in her stomach as if a thousand scorpions had made their nest there – towards your bed, looking down at you as she left a respectable distance despite how desperately she wanted to launch her body onto yours, wind her arms around your waist as tight as she could and never let go.

You could slash your claws across every part of her skin, reduce her to nothing but bleeding ribbons of flesh, and she would only hold tighter.

“I am going to talk, I would greatly appreciate if you would listen until I have finished,” neither of you mentioned the slight waver in her voice.

“Okay,” was the only word you could think to say, your brain filled with how beautiful she looked shrouded n the shadows of your bedroom. Stupid fucking brain.

“I am sorry for I have been behaving, before the … event a month ago, and after. It was in no way acceptable for me to place my own obsessions above our relationship as often as I did, it was cruel and unfair,” her eyes bore into yours, searching for any desire you may have for her to leave her.

“Wednesday, this isn’t going to fixed with a quick and easy apology, I appreciate it, but this wasn’t just a one time thing, it was so many I lost count, there was more than just the ignoring me. You lied about where you were when you put your life in danger, you had neglected every aspect of our relationship until you thought it was an acceptable time for you to remember me, and even then, it was more than likely just so you had a werewolf on your side as protection in the wood,” you looked away from her eyes briefly, before locking with them again. “God, that stupid ass fucking normie, Galpin, probably saw you more in the last week of our relationship than I did in the last month of it. Can you understand how shitty that made me feel, can you grasp that at all?” your chest was heaving from the lack of oxygen you’d had as you forced every piece of pain you had felt over the past month into your words.

You had only realised you were crying when the salty liquid hit your lips, a headache already forming from the amount of tears you’d spilled over the ethereal girl in front of you.

“Y/n, I-“ she felt tears welling in her eyes, fighting against the urge to push them back down to the dark corners of her mind,. “I love you more than what I know what to do with. My love for you burns brighter than any star in the sky, my heart beats for you and you only”

Wednesday felt a singular tear roll down her cheek, you both knew that to the usually emotionless girl it was an astounding portrayal of trust and vulnerability. You were so entranced by the path the tear carved out in her skin, falling from her eyes, and trailing down her cheeks. So entranced that you realised you hadn’t said anything in reply, as you were opening your mouth, Wednesday spoke again, with in a much softer tone than you had ever heard from the girl.

Wednesday had already walked further into the mess that were her emotions, she decided to let it all go, to let it all burst from her body in such a disgraceful cloud of colour. “I know what I am, I have never denied the parts of myself that make it hard for others to stay with me. They have never bothered me until I finally saw how it was hurting you, tearing you apart, and I noticed too late. I had tried to tell myself it was the best choice for us, we were not meant to be, your love for me misplaced and vice versa. But my love for you could never be misplaced. It has always been you, Y/n, it will always only be you.”

“Wedne-“

“If you no longer see our relationship as a possibility, I will understand. I will love you from afar like the moon loves the sun, I will be by your side even if you cannot see me, my adoration unwavering. But.. please. Y/n, please take me back. I will be better for you, i only ask that you be patient and help me become a better person for you. I need you.”

You stared up at Wednesday, you mouth open as you gaped at not only the words that are filled with the emotion but the way the features on her face had morphed from their impassive stare to utter heartbreak, a desperation to have you be hers again. She could no longer stand the bitter taste that filled her mouth, the sour smells the invaded her nose, that were nothing like the way you taste, the way you smelt. Like a forest ablaze in the most glorious spectacle of destruction.

No words that you could conjure up would be bale to beat the novelists, so instead you grabbed her hands, pulling her down onto your bed. Your lips found her own as you kissed her as deeply as you could, attempting to pour every ounce of love and passion you held for Wednesday Addams. You skin tingled with a thrumming electricity when her hands held onto your waist, trying to pull you closer as if she wanted your bodies to meld into one.

You knew dating Wednesday Addams would come with its challenges, Wednesday was Wednesday. she was difficult, stubborn and obsessive. But she was also kind, and loving.

You both fell asleep entwined in the other arms; you had spent the weeks after working on your relationship. Wednesday had learned how to have, you know, emotions and not combust, you had both learned how to communicate better. The only serious argument that had caused Wednesday to give you the silent treatment is when you had told her she would “absolutely adore” the “masterpiece” you would grace her with if she just put on your headphones. ‘Dance Monkey.’ You had made her listen to Dance Monkey, you best believe it’s still used against you in your relationship

The natural sadist had even finally promised to stop saying she had poisoned Yoko’s blood bags. Although, that didn’t stop her from holding a wooden stake to the vampires back when she had tried to sit beside her in class before you had arrived. And if anyone ever said the vampire would find garlic cloves left outside her dorm every now and then, there would be no way anyone could conjure up any evidence to say it was Wednesday. Her hands were clean.

Thing still can’t get the smell of garlic from his skin.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams netflix #its so bad but we move #yoko tanaka #enid sinclair

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theemptyspacehelmet · 1 year

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In the defense of Tyler Galpin (spoilers)

Now hear me out. I’m as much of a Wenclair shipper as anyone else, but I have to admit I understand where the writers were coming from by setting Tyler up as a love interest. Definitely the love triangle was way out of left field (especially considering Xavier just seems to fall for Wednesday for no reason at all and both guys are pretty basic compared to her character) but Tyler as an individual character is actually pretty interesting.

At the beginning, it’s hard to see how Tyler had any significance to the plot at all, except maybe to have a Normie’s perspective and to act as Wednesday’s love interest, but the last two episodes tell us otherwise. In retrospect, him turning out to be the Hyde was a bit of a cliche move but the plot twist was done well enough that you still feel taken aback when you see his true character. In fact, this reveal gives him much-needed depth that saves him from that typical basic white-boyness trope. His hidden dark side gave him a nuance that allows him to go up even against Wednesday.

I know that a lot of people complain that their biggest problem with the love triangle is that you can’t even tell Xavier and Tyler apart that well because of how basic they are, and I can’t even argue against that. Except during my rewatch, keeping in mind of Tyler’s real intentions does elevate his scenes a lot more. His so-called boring character is a red herring from the beginning, he’s trying to appear as approachable and harmless. He needs to get closer to Wednesday in order to fulfill his master’s wishes, so it’s no wonder that he tries to act as though he falls for her almost immediately. “I thought we had feelings for each other” makes no sense given their prior encounters does nothing to prove that but he’s trying to manipulate the situation for his own favor. Another way the plot twist was built up nicely. The truth is, he’s probably as ruthless and coldblooded as Wednesday, which creates a nice contrast between them as someone who is able to hide their bloodthirst and someone who uses theirs to scare others off.

But as well as his innocent act was, I almost can’t help but feel as though Wednesday still could see through him. Not in the sense she knew that he was bad news, but could almost sense his hidden hostility, which could also explains why she was intrigued by him from the very beginning. Addams are always attracted to the unusual after all, which sorta explains their dynamic. When it comes down to it they’re both pretty toxic people specifically to each other but that’s always been the appeal in the Addams family. I think if they continued to keep this up in season 2, it’d might make a decent rivals-to-lovers almost, now that they both can face each other with their true selfs. It’s better than Xavier and Wednesday at least, but not as good as Enid. Still, I want to hang onto hope that the writers were thinking as in depth as this was at least.

#wednesday netflix #tyler galpin #hunter doohan #jenny ortega #tim burton #the addams family #wednesday addams

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streaminn · 11 months

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(I read the bit about Wenclair being apart so they could grow separately and healthily, and some creative liberties later, you get this!)

Wednesday knows this is her home.

But is it?

This is the building she agreed to live in with Enid, this is the land she agreed to grow flower beds and vegetables and fruit trees and memories on.

But can she call this her home?

Enid's lived here. Enid's brought over friends, family, the occasional stray so she can get it to the shelter the next morning because she's too empathetic to others plight, even the plight of animals. Enid picked out the furniture and pictures and color scheme. Enid decided what went where, decided the couch would be close to the window because she loves sitting in the sun while drinking her morning tea-

(an apple-citrus mix, 2 teaspoons of real sugar, cooled just enough that the warmth seeps through the ceramic of her mug and heats her hands. Wednesday got her that mug, a dog with a poorly photoshopped cat ear headband on it. Wednesday got it for her.)

-Enid decided to make a little room for her streams, in the far back of the house, far from the bedroom. 'So when you get back, you can sleep nice and cozy in case I'm streaming. I wouldn't want to wake you.' She'd said in a letter. Hand-written and lovingly stamped with a wax seal, shaped like a sun and moon.

Enid's asleep when Wednesday walks in. It's late; Enid's supposed to pick her up from the airport in 3 days but there was a cancelation on an earlier flight and Wednesday paid top dollar to get it. It was supposed to be a nice surprise for Enid: she didn't need to get up so early to get Wednesday, and she gets to sleep in.

But now that Wednesday's in Enid's house?

She feels like an intruder. An intruder in what was supposed to be their home.

She can't get mad at Enid. She can't. She couldn't be mad at Enid if Enid set all of Wednesday's possessions on fire. She'd kiss Enid's hand (big, strong, warm hand) and tell her wife that her luggage was rather heavy.

She can't be so cruel as to be mad at her wife for making decisions without her when she wasn't part of the picture.

There's a picture of them above the fireplace. The two of them smiling, their wedding.

She grabs the frame. Turns it over. There's writing on the back. Wednesday wrote it.

'To my most ineffable Enid, whom has me, mind, body, and soul. My heart beats for you, and my hand writes this for you. My lover. -Wednesday Addams.'

Is this even real anymore? She meant it- means it still.

But would Enid?

Enid grins so big in the picture. Wednesday wears a dark suit, a bright hydrangea pinned over her heart. It's pink and blue. Enid's in a revoltingly hot pink dress that reflected the lights of the wedding venue. There's a black satin petunia over her heart.

Does Enid feel the same anymore?

What if Enid fell out of love, fell in love with someone else? Someone better, more emotionally vulnerable and open and expressive?

What if Enid lied in her letters? Tried so hard to convince them both that they were in love, that she meant when she said she'd never leave Wednesday, through sickness and health. Through dark, thundering storm clouds and blinding bright sun?

What if Enid feels trapped, like she can't leave Wednesday? Wednesday has a reputation- what if Enid doesn't feel safe leaving?

There's a bang behind her, and some sad, scared part of Wednesday hopes it's the gun of another intruder of this home killing her. Hopefully they'd break over taking someone's life and leave Enid be.

When she feels powerful, warm arms ensnare her, she knows whatever gods there might be aren't taking mercy on her.

"Willa!"

There's arms around her and she's pressed against a strong, sturdy body.

There's a kiss to her cheek, and a hand on her belly and a hand turning her head for eye contact an-

"Wednesday- why are you back early? I mean, I am so happy- but why? You're flight wasn't for a few more da-"

Enid sees her tears, her holding of the framed photo that their both in, her scared, mourning face- mourning the home and marriage she shouldn't be privy to anymore because Enid's moved on without her, and she can't be blamed for that- Wednesday can't blame her. It was her choice to agree to leave, Enid said she needed to because Enid wouldn't have the strength to say no to her if she stayed.

What if that was a test? Enid trying to get her used to solitude again so it wouldn't hurt as bad when Wednesday received divorce papers?

"Willa, Willa hey- hey- got ya, I have you sweetheart." A kiss on her forehead.

"What's wrong, darlin'? Did i scare you? 'M sorry."

Enid's voice is rough with sleep. She's warmer than before. Maybe the blankets of her bed warmed her up.

Maybe she got naturally warmer and Wednesday wasn't there to bare witness to it.

"I'm so sorry." What else can she say?

"Are we getting divorced?"

"Do you still love me?"

"Did you find another?"

"Why?" It's Enid talking now. With her deep voice. Is deep the right word?

Her voice isn't thundering skies or roughed with gravel. It's soft. Smooth. A campfire: warm and bright and so dangerous and so healing all the same.

Enid's a living fire.

What if Wednesday's departure killed her flame?

"Why are you sorry, Wednesday?"

"I left you." She looks into the empty fire place. No logs. No ash. Nothing. Enid must've cleaned it so there wouldn't be soot in the air when Wednesday got home.

When Wednesday entered a building she didn't belong in.

"I left you and you lied about missing me in your letters and you found someone else- better, someone who was there for you when you needed- and- and- damn- I'm an intruder in your home and you're divorcing me and I should go-"

"No."

"En-"

"No."

Enid pulls her back into her lap when she tries to stand up. The frame is still in her hands.

"I love you, Wednesday Addams. I didn’t find another lover. I didn’t divorce you, I don't ever plan on divorcing you. I have not once lied in those letters, and I meant every pen-stroke of the declarations of love I put in them."

Enid's so big Wednesday can't wrap her arms around her. Not all the way.

Enid pushes her back ever so slightly, enough that those beautifully soft, warm hands can hold her face. Hold her face like she's something to be desired. Protected. Cherished.

Wanted.

With the carefulness of a painter adding the final touches to their magnum opus, Enid takes the frame out of her hands. Sits it on the ground.

"I am not leaving you. What brought this on?"

Wednesday wants to scream, childishly. She wants to scream and yell and throws thing because Enid isn't allowed to act like Wednesday didn't leave her alone and act like Wednesday is still deserving of Enid's forgiveness and warmth and love.

"I didn't pick any furniture."

Enid stares for a moment. If Wednesday wasn't tear stricken, she has no doubt Enid would tease her. Fondly, of course.

"Is that bad?..."

"No, I- no. But I didn't make memories here- you did. You have lived and grown in this house, the couch has worn-spots from you moving on it, the doorframe of the entrance has marks from you nailing up that stupid welcome sign- I wasn't here. I didn’t get to see these memories being made during a critical time of our lives, and I'm- I'm."

She feels her muscles tighten and constrict and she's a bowstring- ready to snap and fire and hurt someone.

"Easy," Enid whispers, "I'm here, I'm not leaving. And neither are you."

Enid kisses her again. On the lips this time. Her lips are rough and bitten; a bad habit she's had since Nevermore.

She takes the frame from the ground carefully.

"Give me a moment."

She watches as Enid pops the back of the frame open. Beautiful, hand-cut stone still just as strong and firm as the day it was made.

Enid takes a receipt out first. Sits it aside. Wednesday picks it up and reads it, if only to distract herself.

"Ajax's stone cutting!"

230.57

"Thanks Ajax! :) -Enid"

"Thank you, Ajax. Truly. -Wednesday."

"Here," Enid hands her paper. "I was gonna show when you got home -and yes, this is your home too- but I think now is more important. Though, you totally ruined my surprise! I went and got red wine and strawberry ice-cream in the freezer to celebrate you coming home!"

Enid's tone is full of fake hurt. It's calming to know she's barely changed.

Wednesday likes red wine. Reminds her of blood and Enid's scars. She used to love Belladonna berries. Black, deadly berries are perfect for her.

Now, strawberries and blueberries are her favorite.

She opens the paper.

"Wednesday, you mean more to me than anything. I know we bicker and we've had fights, but I think- I was right when I said you just needed someone to listen to you. You just needed someone to look past the knives and murder and threats and see the beautiful, incredibly caring person you are. You almost cried when Eugene almost died, you were so hurt when I left to room with Yoko, you let me hug you and hugged me after everything. Part of me hates that you don't show that care to anyone else (except Eugene, you both know you'd give up a grudge for him) but part of me, a selfish, needy part, loves that you only let me see it. Sometimes, when you're threatening someone and I see their fear, I smile because they didn't get to see you take care of me when I got sick, when that depressive episode hit me during 2nd year, when I hated myself and was figuring myself out. I'm not good with words like you are. I wish I was. But, honestly? It doesn't matter. What good are words when you're indescribable? I would follow you off cliffs and the beaten path and into dark, spooky and kooky caves. Full of bats, spiders, bugs, and whatever other creepy crawlies are in caves. I'm sure you know them by heart.

I love you Wednesday Addams, and I'm sorry words aren't good enough to show my love the way I want.

-Enid Addams.

(P.S. maybe not spiders. I love you a lot but ewwww! :() <-(isa duck!!!))"

"Enid..."

"This is my home." Enid presses a finger to Wednesday's heart, claws retracted.

"I would follow you into the sun, and I'd follow you into the forest, and on stage, and into little mom-and-pop shops that know how to fix your typewriter."

Enid takes her hand sweetly, presses an even sweeter kiss to her pulse point of her wrist. Her knuckles.

"I love you. I loved you in Nevermore, I loved you separated by miles, and I love you as you sit in my lap. I. Love. You."

Wednesday stares at the paper again. It's probably the first time in her life Enid's used proper punctuation. Mostly. She doubts duck emoticons written by hand count as proper.

"I love you as well. Always."

"Good, 'cuz you can't get rid of me."

"I would never want to."

Enid grins, challenged.

""Never"? What if i ate all your ice-cream?"

"I'd bury you alive in a ditch."

"Wow. Really feelin' the love here, honey."

Wednesday kisses her nose.

She's in their home. With her wife. In their living room. With her wife.

"Now, can we pretty please go to bed? I'm tried and half naked and you're not warm not all and I'd prefer to not freeze my ass off."

"Hmmm. That would be a shame. It is a lovely ass."

"Hey! My eyes are up here!" Enid huffs.

"Good to know," Wednesday circles Enid playfully, a moment of silliness, "unfortunately, I'm admiring your ass."

"Willa!"

It's only in the morning, well rested for the first time in years, does it hit Wednesday how lucky she is.

Enid's asleep beside her, face glowing in the sunlight that peeks from dark curtains, drooling on her pillow. Her hand is over Wednesday's body, wedding ring reflective like Enid's wedding dress.

Enid's body warmth has even Wednesday's chilly skin heated.

She kisses Enid's beautiful face. Her nose scrunchs up adorably.

This is her home. Enid is her home.

She agrees with Enid.

She'd follow Enid into stores and shop for bright pink clothing, and follow her into loud conventions for games she doesn't care about but Enid does so she does too, and follow her on stages for the world to see her love burn likes the stars, and she'd follow Enid to bed they share in the home they share on the land they share.

Wednesday wasn't there to watch Enid rub spots into the couch from her moving, she wasn't there to watch Enid fall to put a nail into the doorway for her stupid wrlcome sign 17 times in a row.

But Wednesday will be there to watch Enid stub her toe and dramatically complain for a day and half, she'll be there to help Enid grow watermelons and apples and citrus for snacks and tea and health, she'll be there to watch Enid cry over K-dramas and listen to how that makes no sense, those two are soulmates and-

Wednesday will be there for it all.

She will.

She kisses Enid's cheek to rouse her.

It's a new day.

(This got so much longer than I intended. Hope you enjoy!)

I'M GONNA CRY, LEMME PLAY UP SOME MUSIC AND WRITE ENID'S POV SOMETIMES AFTER THIS BC ANON THIS BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH WTF

You're gonna make me write the streamer Enid au with this shit oml, it's beautiful and I love it so much

Endespair doesn't stream for two months, chat notes.

There's a ruckus in the discord and like children missing their parent, they screamed into the abyss for attention. They didn't receive it and so they sucked it up like adults and just wondered if the realization of not dating esteemed author Wednesday Addams is too much and she died.

Pssshaw! Funny joke deeznuts240!

....

Okay but hopefully not, their streamer isn't that weak willed right?

It isn't unusual for the werewolf to drop off the face of the earth at times but dammit they had a routine! She streams everyday, they offer money and support.

Sure she leaves for a day or three, maybe a week but not two months. Can you really blame the community for buzzing in apprehension and dread the moment the third week passed with no notice?

The world isn't that dangerous for outcasts nowadays right? some mutter. She better have a good reason! Some cry. If she comes back with an injury istg I'm dropping all my savings, one sobs.

Woah pump the breaks, another chimes.

Yknow Enid doesn't like that! And the others agree with those words. I'm sure she just fell into hibernation or smth

Do werewolves even go through hibernation? One wonders. It's legit early spring smth, way too early even so

Most shrug. Idfk but it's endespair, she's wack as hell

Chat tumbles into a whole discourse on whether or not werewolves hibernate or if it's an endespair thing. Meanwhile, Yoko who has been watching the whole thing shakes her head.

"this is your community, Enid?" she mutters, before huffing out a smile when a notif for another hundred gifted pops up. "atleast we know they can support you if you ever go broke."

Safe to say when Enid streams again a day later, chat is furious. Well, as furious as a pack of puppies can be atleast.

They're a clingy bunch, this chat and Enid has never been greatful she got a wholesome albeit teasing community. Sure she got shot with her own loaded nerf gun that she forgot existed but it's all fun and games.

There's cries of finally back with the milk!! Oml she's ALIVE!?? Ldespair left us all aloneeee :(

Spams of L litter chat and Enid's laugh makes it pause for a moment. Man, even if they don't outright say it they did miss their streamer. Horrible fashion sense and all.

She feels different, some realize. Her eye bags are gone and she looks like she's glowing. Not literally of course but through vibes alone.

A chime of someone donating ten thousand has Enid sputtering out her drink. It spoke, uncaring off the heaving mess it left the streamer behind.

"Endespair did you hear that lycoan curse is getting adapted!?"

It's no wonder chat grapples onto that announcement immediately because while they're Endespair fans first, they were Viper stans second. Clammor comes, throwing opinions and joy that it has Enid leaning back and reading.

Then a message pops into her screen and Enid's cup hides the smile that grows.

Willamarryme?

> I didn't expect them to miss you this much. It's reminding me of a pack of dogs

^ certainly loyal like them too if your bank statements say anything

Eneedyou <3

> would totes leave for another month if this is how welcoming they are

> also PASSIVE INCOME BABEYY

Willamarryme?

> you're incorrigible

> what would your pack think if they knew you were saying such things?

Eneedyou <3

> always said I'd throw everything away just to spend time with you :)

^ not my fault I keep my word😜

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Joking aside, Enid makes it a community stream and plays games with chat

Enid's two month hiatus is just her and Wednesday going into a routine and them overall having fluffy slice of life, domestic vibes bc they are married and they deserve such peace :)

Also to the anon who writes this pls tag yourself or if you're willing, I'll name you writer anon bc YOU DESERVE IT FPR ALL THIS EFFORT IT'S SO GOOD HOLY SHIT

#streamer enid au #wenclair #enid sinclair #writing #Wednesday addams

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kevinthebull · 1 year

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I have never really gotten why a lot of fans seem to ship real people. Like I ship Wenclair but I don't ship Emma and Jenna, because their personal lives are not my business. I'm not trying to start anything. This just popped into my sleep deprived head.

#wenclair #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #jenna ortega #emma myers #hot take #kind of

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shippershipperyshippyship · 1 year

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Wednesday SEASON 2 Dream

Vivid dream of upcoming season for Wednesday. Writing so it manifests lol

It was a series of behind the scenes:

There was a future fight scene in fencing once more: Wednesday against the whole fencing team. No rules for location and abilities. Scene plays out of Wednesday deflecting an attack from Bianca whilst the other sirens were already disqualified. Bianca clearly agitated, I assumed it was because it's like a public tournament or smth. Yall they were bouncing off pillars and shit like they were LEVITATING!!

Ballroom scene: Seems like its a more Gothic location, maybe the Addams House? But it had brown and gold accents so maybe not. They have Jenna Ortega on those stunt wires, she's in a very long black dress floating in the air. Looks like the dress gave her newfound abilities for a short moment! Extra: They had her doing this scene where it's like says a word and the dress runs to her and pulls her in to be worn! Which would be a super dope idea!!!

Wenclair scene: ofc it fucking shows up! It was the perspective of the cameraman. Wednesday stands side by side with Enid. And their lines are simply GOLD.

W: ... Truly a most devastating curse.

E: Hey, I wasn't the one who made it a kissing curse okay! Ugh, why did it have to be Sleeping Beauty rules?!

W: Let's get it over with.

E: Wednesday?! You're making me anxious!

W: Good. At least that side of you is still normal.

E: strongest side eye she's ever given

The best part was, after the director said CUT... Emma Myers gets a touch up of her make up and Jenna Ortega, stayed getting ready for the next scene. She was walking all over the place while reading the script again. One of the staff had jokingly said out loud, "Excited for the kiss, Jenna?" And Jenna responded with a blushing smile and the rest of the staff was like WOOOOOO. You can hear Emma laughing in the background.

Anyways, hope yall enjoyed it as much as i had! Some of it were some real cool ideas and I hope to something close to it in the next season

#wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday netflix #wednesday #bianca barclay

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corujalesbica · 1 year

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Why would you wear black to a wedding

A wenclair story!

Chapter 2 ➡️

Enid was absolutely and utterly fucked. Screwed. Really, at her worse moment. She looked out the window, her eyes glaring the falling rain. If she managed to pack her things fast enough, she thought, maybe she could run away when the rain ceased. Live in the mountains, away from everyone and everything. With only mother nature and sadness as her company. Forever forced to hide and...

"Tá la la lã" Her buzzing phone got her out of her family issues induced anxiety spiral. It was on her bed, the screen shinning in bright blue in the dark room.

Yoko, my beautiful bestie

Yo you guys wanna come over and watch a movie or smt

Gaslight gatekeep girlboss

Depends. I refuse to watch any more of enids sad ass homo rom coms

Upon reading that, Enid threw herself in her old bed, reaching for her phone.

You

Hey!!! My rom coms aren't sad!

Gaslight gatekeep girlboss

Yes they are. If I have to watch 1 more scene with kissing people in the rain Ill throw myself off a cliff.

Yoko, my beautiful bestie

It's fine babes, we can watch a horror movie.

How could Yoko betray her like that ? Where was the friends before partners unspoken rule ?

You

I AM NOT watching a freaking horror movie. I'll have nightmares for weeks!!!

Yoko, my beautiful bestie

We can watch the Fear street trilogy. It has gays in it and shit.

You

You're just taking Biancas side because she's ur gf that is soooooo unfair

Yoko , my beautiful bestie

No, I'm taking her side cause u made us watch crush with you 7 times and I liked it at first but now my experience is ruined because I know all the freaking lines

You

........

Gaslight gatekeep girlboss

Enid ?

You

OKAY THEN we'll watch fear street or whatvs

Enid sighted, letting go off her phone. It was nice to be back home, thought third wheeling wasn't exactly her favorite thing to do. She looked around, and some of her old plushies looked back. Being in San Francisco felt... Different, this time. Maybe it was because of her brothers wedding this summer. And just maybe, it was because she herself was a bit different.

One way or the other, she was happy to get a break from college, to be back from Colorado. Her room there was boring as fuck, with its gray walls and metal desk. This, was much better. Someone knocked on the door, and Enid suddenly remembered why her gray room in Colorado felt as freeing as it was ugly. Her mom stepped in without waiting for permission.

" Enid. Dear"

" Yes, mom ?" The girl reluctantly looked her mother's way, shifting position so they were facing each other.

" When will we met your lovely - totally real - partner ? It must be before your brothers and Daysis wedding. You know, dearest, a werewolf needs a partner! Someone to take care of you in full moon nights, and someone to protect when you're- "

" -when I'm old and alone and hated by humans. I know mom. I told you already, youll met her soon enought! She can't get here before Dave's wedding, she has finals... "

"Well, she must find a way! I will not settle for meeting such a person only at the wedding! And if you're lying to me Enid, you will regret it" she step closer, her browns furrowed, her mouth downward in an expression Enid knew all too well. She shrieked on instintic. "You have three days to bring her here or else you're dumping her and going to the ceremony with Samantha Diologious daughter, Celine. And that's final."

The older woman left then, and Enid held her breath until she couldn't hear her mother's steps anymore.

You see, Enid needed a partner for her brothers Dave, wedding, and her love life wasn't exactly going well. Her last girlfriend dumped her after cheating, and broke her delicate heart in a million pieces. Since then she had gone on multiple dates with her mothers warnings in mind, but none of them wanted to go to a strangers wedding nor did they want to see her again after she asked.

She had even got as desperate as to ask Yoko to pretend a break up with Bianca and be her fake date but her girlfriend wasn't the fondest of that idea. With a sight Enid asked herself how the actual fuck she would get a date willing to go with her to the ceremony in three days. Because there was no way she was going with Celine Diologious. Celine was a self centered, cruel person who would always kiss Enid against her will when her mother forced her to go on dates with the girl. Enid protests and complains about harassment were useless, which of course had nothing to deal with the fact that the Diologious were rich, and prestigious among the werewolf community.

Maybe some miracle would happen and Enid would end up with a beautiful, nice girl in her arms just in time to not have to expose her lies to her mother, who had almost made her phone stop working with all the messages she sent before Enid invented this fake girl. Maybe everything would work out.

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It was late at night, Bianca and Yoko asleep beside her, while Enid scrolled mindlessly through her Instagram. The movie wasn't as bad as she thought was gonna be, though she was sure that had more to do with the fact that she gat gotten used to the blood and the gore being a werewolf than with it not being scary.

She yawned, Yoko had a spare mattress in her room for nights like this, and at some point, she would have to wake up the cuddling girls beside her. The girl decided to get some water so she could take her medicine and be ready to sleep before waking her friends up. Yokos house was huge, but she was used to it. Her parents were probably out, always bloodthirsty vampires in the night. She respected that, thought it was easier dealing with Yoko, who got along with humans better for being a vegetarian.

There were piles and piles of books scattered around the house, when he wasn't sucking blood, her friends dad was a book worm. Even in the kitchen, books and notebooks full of Yokos moms notes filled the shelves you would usually see food in. As she filled a glass of water, Enid saw something shine in silver in the corner of her eye.

She kneeled beside it, a book with a black and silver cover thrown carelessly on the floor. She opened it, curiosity getting the best of her, and was met with words that started whispering to her, floating around her head and calling her name. The phrases told stories old and magical, and Enid lost track of time as she flipped through the pages. Countless spells were explained throughly, and she stopped as she found one that got her attention.

For the old and new, the sweet and bitter

To do the ritual, you have to be witter

Call the curse holder in desperate help

And in your aid, the witch will come

Enid had a terrible idea.

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You see, Yokos parents weren't really gonna miss the book. They had thousands of them, including dozens and dozens of witchcraft books, just like this one. She would return it in a few days anyways, but her brothers wadding was a day and a half away, and she was far beyond desperate.

The circle she drew in her rooms floor was adorned by lit candles and black roses. In the center, all kinds of offerings Enid could think of rested in a bowl, from candy bars to dead mouses (ew), because she had no idea what the witch would like, and the book wasn't all that specific on the ritual.

Finally, she sat on the floor and closed her eyes. Usually, Enid had a hard time remembering the information she read, but for some reason, the words for the spell were stuck in her head, repeating over and over again. She said the verses out loud three times as the clock struck midnight, too late for anyone in the house to hear her. The canddles went out, leaving her in complete darkness. For a whole minute, Enid breathed hard in slight disappointment but sweet relief, thinking the ritual didn't work. But as opened her eyes a dark figure stood in front of her.

The person wore all black and irradiated a cruel energy. Two dark eyes stared at her from the very center of her circle, looking like they were able to see into her very soul. She got up, her legs shaking, turned her phones flashlight up and before her...

Before her stood a petite girl with black hair. She had a braid resting in each of her shoulders and a notebook in her hands. Her face was delicate, beautiful sharp angles, and an expression that berayed no emotion. Enid calmed down then, not quite knowing where to start her request for the witch.

" Hum... I... I mean-"

"You have summoned me." The girls before her said. " I will therefore fulfill your wishes of revenge and blood"

"I don't want-"

"However," the girl interrupted her. "You must give me something in exchange for my services. What are you willing to give up on for this, Ms ?

"Sinclair. Enid Sinclair."

"Wednesday Addams"

They looked at each other, both a bit astonished.

"I gathered some stuff for you," Enid gestured awkwardly to her offerings. The girl looked her dead in the eyes and, without so much as blinking, caught a chocolate bar with gum flavored filling between the tip of her fingers. With the most disgust Enid had ever seen anyone show for anything, Wednesday put the candy bar in front of her face. " This ?"

"Yeah ?" The werewolf paused, not knowing what to do. "There's also some dead mouses if you'd like". The Addams girl sighed in exasperation, and rolled her eyes.

"I have been holding the family's curse for three years now, since turning eighteen. And not once in those 1095 days has such a moron summoned me. What do you want, disgustingly pink girl ?"

Enid wanted to be offended, she really did. She was whoever, wearing her most neon pajamas in that moment, pink panthers silly face painted with glitter in her shirt. Also, she was really, really desperate and not at all, wanting to have to deal with her mom.

"Look" she says, sitting down, too tired to care what the witch would think of her "I need a date for my brother's wedding. It is crucial I bring someone, and I was kinda hoping whoever I summoned could help me find a person my age to go with me. But, oh well, to my very surprise you are the one I summoned and also a person my age so maybe you could go with me? Do you want some of my blood in exchange for it ? Or maybe teeth ? I've heard if you mix dust made from a werewolf's teeth with fairy hair you can grow plants faster or something…" She shut up then, a finger on her tin and the knowledge she had been talking for way too long doing lops inside her head. Her eyelids were heavy, she just wanted to go to sleep.

"You want… A date ?" The Wednesday girl looked more than disgusted now, almost like she would prefer to wear Enid's pink panther pj's. She furrowed her brows, in an expression Enid thought she wouldn't be able to decipher even if she was fairly awake.

"Okay." The witch said. "I'll be your date to the wedding. This relationship is purely professional, however. And I have several ground rules. And I'll need you to-"

Before she could finish it, Enid had gotten up, wide eyed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She smiled, a weight she hadn't know she'd been caring suddenly lifted from her shoulders. "Oh my God, can I hug you ? Would that be OK? It's alright if it's not, but really, thank you!"

"You may not hug me" The girl took a step back "And I'll only attend the wedding on the condition you come with me to the Addams family reunion in two months. I need a partner for the blood ritual."

"Of course! Is that your only condition ?"

Wednesday took a second to think to herself. "Yes" she said carefully. "Do we have a deal ?" She extended her hand, and Enid shook it, delicate but strong fingers with black nails meeting her rough ones. " Yes we, do , Ms Addams" she said cheerfully.

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This was supposed to be a one shot...

I'll link chapter 2 when it's up

#lgbtq #sapphic #lesbian #wenclair #enid x wednesday #wednesday 2022 #wedclair #wednesday the series #enid is a lesbian #enid and wednesday #enid wednesday #enid sinclair #wednesday fanfic

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captainnightflare · 5 months

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Character Dive of Wednesday Addams, The conflict of Purposeful Miscommunication

So I had a college assignment about conflict and the questions ranged from the problem to the resolve. I choose the character Wednesday Addams as the subject of this because quite frankly she was the first to come to mind. If you guys would like to discuss this further I'm more than happy to (I literally rewatched Wednesday for the 4th time for this assignment to make sure I covered my bases :) please enjoy) P.s. I also just wanted to write about Wenclair :3

What is one example of a conflict situation you have seen in films, television shows, or books? I live by the old saying, ninety percent of problems are caused or indirectly caused by miscommunication. There is so much truth to that statement. One of my favorite conflicting scenes in media came from the Netflix show Wednesday. The show follows Wednesday Addams, from the Addams Family, as she navigates through her journey of murder mysteries happening around the school and newly discovered abilities. Wednesday is an interesting character to say the least, she’s portrayed as this very stoic and standoffish girl. Deeming emotions as nothing but a liability. While we follow the strange murders of a monster, we see Wednesday get increasingly driven to solve who is behind them. She’s stubborn and prideful, not wanting to let anyone have a one up on her. Where this all comes to a head and where a lot of her inner conflict begins is when she tricks her roommate, Enid, into going to investigate a house that might have some clues. Both girls get ambushed by the monster while investigating, nearly getting killed. Obviously, Enid is angry by the events. Sparking an argument between the two, Wednesday not seeing the problem as they both made it out alive, causes Enid to snap at her. Telling her that she has tried so hard to be her friend, support her, stick up for her, and be there for her when she needed someone, but Wednesday is never going to understand that. So, Enid leaves, telling Wednesday that if she wants to be alone so badly, she can be alone.

How could you apply restorative practices in the situation? Luckly for Wednesday she does begin to see her mistakes, even if she is very reluctant about it in the beginning. Enid, luckily being the more emotionally inclined girl that she is, does go out of her way to still check on Wednesday. Knowing that the stoic girl tends to sulk in her solitude, more so now a days with that monster coming around. Although both are still angered with one another they we can see that being away from each other is getting to them. The girls up to this point have built a friendship between them, a trust that quite frankly Wednesday isn’t used to. That’s why it takes her almost losing another person close to her to realize that she needs people in her life. She cries, something she hasn’t done for years because that fear became so real then. She does care about the people in her life, she is just very reluctant to let them in. At one point the girls do resolve their issues, Enid taking the first step after hearing of the unfortunate events. She moves back in with Wednesday and the two talk about their differences as individuals, contrasting each other but do accept one another as friends. Slowly taking down those invisible barriers, one duct tape at a time.

How could being vulnerable, having an open mind, and considering others help with navigating the conflict identified in the situation? In this instance we had a case of purposeful miscommunication, which is equally if not arguably worse than accidental miscommunication. The root of the problem though comes from a seed of mistrust in people that the person of target had no fault in. And that is just life sometimes, we carry bad experiences with us into new stages of our lives and hurt the people that try to help us. Having the chance to be vulnerable though and open to new ideas of repair with the right set of people could be a solution for the miscommunication. This idea does tie back to opening that wound of mistrust, of being honest with the feelings that were buried so deep. It is hard for some people to achieve these steps, but they just have to see that there are people out there willing to take that extra for them. Whether that stems from respect or love, those people are going to be there for them, no matter what mistakes they make, no matter the type of person they are. But you have to meet halfway. Compromise, and respect one another’s individuality for we each have our own strengths in different categories of life.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #character dive #character analysis #enid sinclair #wenclair #the addams family #netflix wednesday #college essay #writers on tumblr #character study #miscommunication #everything is gay tbh..#gaaaaaaaay #what in the wattpad #good girlfriend enid #wednesday can't communicate #ahh lesbians

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