#wednesday season one

[gmarseln]

Enid: That's ridiculous, Wednesday doesn't have a crush on me!

Yoko: Yes she does.

Bianca: Yes she does.

Wednesday: Yes I do.

[weyler]

wednesday “i can make him worse” addams and tyler “i already am” galpin

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death (Book 1) Chapter Nineteen

Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader

Chapter Nineteen: A Good Day for Until Next Times

Summary: Wednesday and (Y/N) have their showdown against Laurel and Crackstone.

            Students screamed and ran for cover as Crackstone set fire to their school and wreaked havoc with magic. He grinned in sadistic pleasure as he caused harm to outcasts that had never done him or anyone else wrong. He jeered as two students scrambled away from him as he leveled his scepter at them.

            “Howdy, pilgrim,” said Wednesday, announcing her presence.

            Crackstone spun wildly to face Wednesday and (Y/N), eyes wide.

            (Y/N) smirked and raised a hand. “Hey, longtime no see.”

            “How canst thy heart still beat?” demanded Crackstone. “What demon sorcery is this?”

            “The outcast kind,” snarked (Y/N).

            Crackstone narrowed his eyes and swung his cane at them. (Y/N) ducked and dodged to the side. Wednesday advanced and slashed at him with her sword. He blocked it and advanced on her. She back-handspringed away, knocking his hat to the ground. Crackstone snarled and stabbed his cane down onto her. (Y/N) blocked it with their scythe and twisted to slash across Crackstone’s arm. He roared in anger and turned, slamming his cane into their side. The magic coursed through them painfully at the contact, and they gritted their teeth at the pain, stumbling as it added to the other injuries and poison they were still fighting off.

            (Y/N) pivoted and pushed his staff away with their scythe, spinning it so he had to move away to avoid getting hit by the deadly blade. They swung down, nicking him once again, sending blood spraying across the grass. Crackstone growled in anger and blasted them with the strange magic of his scythe, throwing them across the courtyard.

            Wednesday jumped back into the fight, and the two of them went back and forth, exchanging parries and blows with skill. She spun and slashed at him, but Crackstone held up his staff, and the sword shattered on it. Wednesday’s eyes widened, and Crackstone sent her flying back with his cane’s magic. She strained against it as Crackstone advanced with a malevolent cackle.

            “Don’t you dare hurt her!” shouted (Y/N), summoning their strength and stabbing Crackstone through the back with their scythe.

            It missed his heart, but Crackstone wailed as it burnt at him as it neared his black heart. He turned on (Y/N) in a rage and threw them back with magic. They landed on a piece of wrought iron fencing broken from Nevermore’s turrets in Crackstone’s destruction. It pierced their side, and they cried out as another injury was added to the list.

            Wednesday took the distraction and reached out for a shard of her sword. As soon as Crackstone was facing her again, she shouted in determination as she drove it through his cold, black heart. She glared at him and twisted viciously.

            Crackstone stumbled away, clutching his chest as the blade burned at him. He screamed in anger as he turned to ash as his plot for revenge burned with him. The flames burning him flared and burst through the courtyard, extinguishing the rest of the fires in an explosion of magic as Crackstone was killed once and for all. The only thing left of him was a silver ring that fell to the cool grass as its owner returned to hell.

            (Y/N) sighed in relief, supporting themselves against the wall of the courtyard as blood seeped from their wound. Wednesday breathed heavily as the battle ended before her eyes went to (Y/N) and widened at their injury. She took a step towards them, but the sound of a gun cocking took her attention.

            Laurel was walking towards Wednesday holding a gun at the ready. The expression on her face was full of pure rage. Her plot had been foiled by two teenagers she had unsuccessfully killed.

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

            Laurel narrowed her eyes at Wednesday, taking steps towards her. “I might not get to kill all the outcasts, but at least I’ll get to kill you, Wednesday, and that little freak (Y/N).” She was right in front of Wednesday, and she grinned as her finger went to the trigger.

            Wham!

            The wooden handle of (Y/N)’s scythe knocked into Laurel’s head, sending her sprawling to the ground. Covered in blood, dirt, bruises, and scratches, (Y/N) breathed heavily as they looked down at Laurel. She rolled over and groaned as she looked up at (Y/N).

            Around (Y/N), the grass turned brittle and brown. The entire courtyard’s plant life wilted before Laurel and Wednesday’s eyes. Beyond their view, Nevermore’s various plants died as (Y/N)’s desperate pull for strength spread. In the conservatory, Laurel’s precious flora drained of life as (Y/N) summoned their strength.

            “I’m a reaper,” snapped (Y/N), as alive and strong as ever. “No one’s dying without my say-so.”

            They slammed their scythe down on Laurel’s head, and the obsessive maniac was knocked unconscious.

            (Y/N) took a deep breath and let their scythe fall as the adrenaline wore off. They turned to Wednesday. “You okay?” they asked.

            Wednesday raised an eyebrow incredulously. “You’re asking me that?”

            (Y/N) grinned, chuckling slightly as the rush of being alive continued. “I accidentally drained all of the plants in Nevermore of power and got to hit Laurel Gates in the head. I feel great.”

            Wednesday let a small smile slip across her face. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

            (Y/N) winced. “This high isn’t going to last forever, but it sure does feel good.”

            “We should go find everyone else then so we can call for medical aid,” said Wednesday, turning away.

            “Wednesday,” said (Y/N). Wednesday turned around, and her eyes widened as (Y/N) suddenly hugged her. “I’m glad you’re alright. I got really worried when Crackstone hurt you.” I thought I was going to lose you.

            Wednesday was frozen before she moved her arms up and hugged (Y/N) back, closing her eyes and holding them tightly. “I’m glad you’re alright too.” I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t.

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            “Wednesday! (Y/N)!” cried Enid, breaking from the crowd of Nevermore students at the gates. She was covered in blood from her fight against Tyler, but she didn’t care as she saw her best friends were alive.

            “Enid!” said (Y/N) in relief.

            They and Wednesday stood close side by side. Enid threw her arms around both of them, pulling them close as she celebrated their victory. (Y/N) smiled widely at the comfort and hugged back. Even Wednesday let herself lean into the hug and return in.

            As the crowd around them asked for details on the fight and shouted questions on what had happened, the trio ignored them. They had won, and they were all alive. That’s what mattered. Three friends celebrating still having each other.

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            (Y/N) finished dragging their trunks to the foyer of Nevermore and then pulled on their black blazer. The rest of the semester’s classes had been canceled, and they were heading home. They had to admit, they couldn’t wait to see their mom and dad. They needed some family time. Until then, though, (Y/N) had a few more things to do. (Y/N) walked upstairs to Weems’s office. They knew they’d find Wednesday inside.

            Not disturbing Wednesday, (Y/N) walked up beside her as she stared at the empty desk. Both shared a heavy heart as they looked at the abandoned chair. Weems was a complicated woman, but she had wanted the best for them. And they’d both miss her for that.

            “I’m going to miss her,” murmured (Y/N).

            “She could be a real pain,” said Wednesday. “But she was tough. And she died for the one thing she truly loved, this school.”

            “And the students in it,” added (Y/N), nodding melancholically.

            “For that, I have immense respect,” said Wednesday.

            “She was an outcast. She was one of us,” said (Y/N). “She’ll be remembered.”

            The pair were quiet for a moment longer, paying respects to Weems’s memory, before turning away from the empty desk and leaving. They had given their final goodbyes to her.

            (Y/N) and Wednesday descended to the foyer where students were talking and piling their stuff for their parents or cabs and shuttles to take to the train station.

            “What are your plans during this unexpected break?” asked (Y/N).

            “I finished my novel,” said Wednesday. “I will look for new inspiration and an outlet to publish it.”

            (Y/N) nodded and smiled. “Well, if you find the time, we should talk.”

            “I did agree to write to you,” said Wednesday, nodding.

            “Actually, I have a surprise,” said (Y/N), stopping by their trunks. They picked up a black box and held it out to Wednesday.

            She raised an eyebrow and opened it to find a black phone inside. “A phone.”

            “I did say I’d get you one,” said (Y/N), smiling. “That way we can talk easier.” They tilted their head brightly. “I put my number in, Enid’s, and Eugene’s.” They pointed to a list tucked into the box. “Those are some other people’s numbers, but I thought I’d let you decide who to add and who to not.”

            “I hope they’re not all expecting calls,” said Wednesday.

            “I’m sure they’re expecting cryptic messages filled with vague references to your criminal activity,” teased (Y/N). “Speaking of which, if you want to bring your skills somewhere fun, you should visit me at home in New Orleans. There’s a large community of outcasts there, and there’s always something fun happening.”

            Wednesday smirked. “As long as its mayhem, I would not be against it.” (Y/N) grinned in response, and Wednesday’s expression became serious as she spoke again. “And I wouldn’t be against you visiting my home. You’d appreciate the festivities surrounding deaths.” She sucked on her cheek in annoyance. “And my family seems to like you.”

            (Y/N)’s smile became slightly shy as they turned a shade pink. “Then I guess we’ll see each other.” They stuck out their hand. “Until next time, Wednesday.”

            “Until next time, (Y/N),” said Wednesday, taking their hand and letting herself smile at them slightly.

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            Wednesday frowned as her phone went off for the first time. She picked it up as the Addams family hearse took her out of Nevermore back home. She hoped that (Y/N) was texting her, but instead, it read “Unknown Contact.” Frowning, Wednesday opened the message.

            Three photos popped up on the screen. The first showed (Y/N) and Wednesday examining the map of Jericho when they were searching for the original meeting house. The second had (Y/N) and Wednesday standing inside of the Rave’N dance at the edge of the room. The final was from just a little earlier in the day—(Y/N) and Wednesday shaking hands in the foyer of Nevermore Academy.

            Below the photos was a message. It read “I’m watching you” with the looking-eyes emojis next to it. As Wednesday read it, a gif popped up below.

            It showed a little animation of a grumpy Wednesday standing with her arms crossed. An emoji knife came sailing in and stabbed the cartoon in the head. Giant Xs appeared on her eyes, and the animated Wednesday was shocked as she bled to death.

            Wednesday furrowed her brow as she considered.

            My very first stalker. Maybe this forced vacation will be more interesting than I imagined. Unlike my novel, not every thread has been tied up, nor every question answered. Secrets are still lurking in the dark corners of Jericho.

            Were Laurel Gates and Tyler just pawns in a bigger game? Will today’s stalker become tomorrow’s nemesis?

            She smirked and opened her messages app again. She clicked the “compose message” button and typed “(Y/N)” into the “to” space.

            Until next time is coming sooner than I anticipated.

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[darklinaforever]

imagine being a thornhill hater 😂😂😂😂

Um... Is this supposed to be ironic ? Or a joke ? Don't tell me that's first degree of you defending this woman ? Of course I hate Thornhill. She manipulated a teenager before torturing him and using him as a weapon, all in a disgusting grooming metaphor ? Then she literally resuscitated Crakstone to exterminate the marginalized ? Seriously, wtf ?

[cleosven]

Tyler in Season 2

A lot of people are worried about how Tyler will be portrayed in Season 2 of Wednesday. I am also concerned. 

But I’m not as concerned as everyone else seems to be!

The writers convey Wednesday’s wounds, misbeliefs, and fundamental truths clearly. And the specific truths they want us to believe make me think that they will treat Tyler’s character with compassion. 

Wednesday has many misbeliefs at the start of the show including:

Caring is a weakness: from the very first scene with Pugsley, she told him that ‘emotions’ are a weakness, but she means caring because that spurs sadness, happiness, love etc. because anger is an emotion, and she seems fine expressing that via revenge 

People are good OR evil: she reacts as if those boys are pure evil when they are likely just assholes who don’t have their shit together

People can’t change: This is shown when she implies that Dalton doesn’t deserve the chance to have children, implying that he will never ever be good or worthy in his life. This also applies to how she treats herself, she doesn’t fully believe that she is good, and so it doesn’t matter if she does evil in the name of what’s right

The best way to show love is physical violence: she put piranha in the pool to hurt Dalton and his friends to show she loves Pugsley, and she also just tortures Pugsley (waterboarding was mentioned)

Authority isn’t on your side: again, not turning them in, but enacting her own violent revenge. This also goes for parents, teachers, the school system, and the justice system in general

Normies aren’t as powerful as outcasts: She acts on her revenge as if there is no way they could hurt her back in the same capacity, and they don’t, further fueling the misbelief 

Wednesday’s Wounds

Each of these misbeliefs came from a ‘wound’ in her past. 

The main one is that her pet scorpion was murdered in front of her. She felt like those normie kids were evil, and no adult came to help her. And those kids, as far as she knows, never changed for the better. 

Another wound was that she sent her book to an editor, and they rejected her. That might not be a very old or fundamental wound, but it’s another case of her protecting something she loved (her books) with exaggerated violence (dozens of mousetraps.)

Over the course of this show, Wednesday will slowly grow by proving her misbeliefs wrong and revealing the fundamental truths of the world that the writers want Wednesday, and the audience to see. 

Tyler’s Situation

So, going back to Tyler, he will be very useful in disproving these misbeliefs.

But if the writers don’t treat Tyler’s situation with care, it will enforce Wednesday’s misbeliefs, so she won’t grow, and the show won’t be interesting to watch. 

And I think the writers know that. They addressed multiple of these misbeliefs throughout season one, but she never completely out-grew any of them. Which is a great set-up for a multi-season show

Fundamental truths that the Writers need to continue addressing (and how they connect to Tyler):

Caring is STRENGTH

They showed this in s1 with Enid, Xavier, Bianca, and Eugene all playing a part in helping save Nevermore

They can show that caring is strength if Wednesday cares about Tyler, or even if someone Wednesday knows (like Xavier, Tyler’s father, or the new principal) turns out to care about Tyler, and is able to help him out of his situation because of that caring

Everyone is part good AND evil: 

They’ve already shown me that Tyler isn’t just evil, but they need to prove it to Wednesday in season 2

If they don’t prove this Wednesday won’t be able to grow 

Like Tyler’s been saying all along, he’s done bad things, but that doesn’t make him a purely bad person

People CAN change:

They need to show Tyler’s growth! 

This will reinforce the fact that Wednesday can grow too, and help all of these truths fall into place

However, Wednesday won’t be able to see this truth right away - this is where Tyler could get hurt - but if they let him die or make him purely evil, the whole message of the entire show will fall flat 

The best way to show love is CARING: 

If the writers still want Tyler to still be a love interest (unnecessary in my opinion, but I’d live), then Wednesday is going to have to prove to Tyler that she cares about him 

But they can prove that ‘love is caring’ to Wednesday by having those around her care about her, like Enid or Xavier 

Personally, I want Wednesday to see that love is caring by Tyler’s dad caring for him

Authority CAN help: 

Weems proved to be good in the end, as well as the mayor and the therapist, and that will be helpful, but Laurel having been a teacher won’t help this progress

Someone besides a student will need to be a big part of the s2 plot to show Wednesday that adults and authority members aren’t always useless

This could be shown by Wednesday (or Xavier or Enid or another student) working with and adult to get Tyler to safety. It could be any other adult showing true compassion

I doubt Wednesday is ready to work with her parents yet - that might be an s3 hurdle

Normies ARE powerful:

This was mostly proven already in s1 via Laurel and Crackstone, but it was undermined by the fact that they still failed

The other truths would benefit from a normie being powerfully good 

This would be a great chance to throw in an amazing normie therapist who really understands Wednesday’s dark side 

I know this is a lot of information

But I've been analyzing this for a while, and I think it’s important that these ideas are out in the world. 

The writers made Wednesday’s outlook morally grey. She tased Tyler after knowing how hydes work, after all. So, at the start of season two, she likely won’t accept Tyler as a complex and real human being who deserves love. 

But I think the writers know that Tyler deserves love even if Wednesday doesn’t. And I think the writers want Wednesday to eventually know that Tyler is real and complex, and I think the writers want the audience to know that even now!

I could be wrong, but I don’t think I’m far off base. This show didn’t just become amazing by accident. A lot of thought was put into this plot, and Wednesday’s and Tyler’s characters. 

So I think a lot of thought and care will be put into how Tyler’s character is treated in season two because these truths that the writers have set up are caring and compassionate. 

Thank you for coming to my crazy long ted talk!! ❤️ I appreciate you

[mackdaddy-74]

listen…I know we’re approaching a year since the release, but…I think it’s still not too late for them to go back and redesign those monster models!

sonic listened and did it before the release, I SWEAR wednesday can too (there’s PLENTY of time before season two guys 😭)

[waviermylove]

Tyler, to Wednesday: If loving you was a crime I'd probably get a life sentence.

Xavier: Then that’ll suck because you'd be in jail for a crime you never committed.

Tyler:

Xavier: On the bright side though, you’d probably end up in jail for other reasons. Just sayin’…

[wintercat666]

Gwendoline Christie as Principal Larissa Weems

Wednesday (2022)

[pluto-destroy-me]

OK SO IM CURRENTLY REWATCHING TOH AND IM ON S1 EP13 AND THERE WAS THIS SCENE AND I JUST IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF WEDNESDAY

dang it now i need to draw all of them

[dangerouslypassiveaggressive]

Let me just start by saying I LOVED Wednesday. The show is fun, creepy, mysterious, kooky, and yes, sometimes even spooky. But that's not what this post is about.

*****SPOILERS AHEAD*****

I just wanted to point out that I think what people can't put their finger on what feels off about the show is that the plot treats Wednesday like a normal protagonist. It gives her a bubblegum pop bff, a love interest, another love interest, an innocent to motivate herself by (bee boy), a rival queen bee, mommy issues, automatic popularity, and bureaucracy that gets in her way.

But the thing is, Wednesday's just trying to do her own thing. SEVERAL TIMES she tells people POINT BLANK that she doesn't understand why they expect her to understand the signals/cues they're sending her. When Enid is crying on the roof, Wednesday doesn't comfort her the way Enid needs because she doesn't know her yet and Enid gets more upset. When Tyler tells her she's "sending all these signals" she's not guilty, she's confused. When she's confronting Xavier about why he might be the Hyde, she says he hasn't hurt her because "for some inexplicable reason, he seems to like her". Time and time again, characters show interest in her because she's the protagonist so she SHOULD get all the attention. She's the titular character!

But Wednesday isn't really meant to be a protagonist in the normal sense. She isn't written for a mysterious teen romance, she's written for a more mature Nancy Drew kind of plot. And don't get me wrong!! I'll take what the show ended up being. It was fun, there was a lot of character development, and it was overall well written for the plot it came up with. And I loved the other characters! I just wanted to point out why I thought it was a little off, and everyone kind of noticed the same thing, so here it is. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk 👍

[hislittleraincloud]

I know she's not a popular character, but I think we all need to take a step back and appreciate that Valerie was the one who created Family of Ferrets at a Clambake.

We also need to acknowledge that she and Wednesday shared this hobby, and that when Wednesday said that Viper was "chronically misunderstood", Valerie felt that in her whole chest.

[gmarseln]

Wednesday, laying in bed: Get out of my side of the room.

Enid, standing exactly on the line separating them like a sleep paralysis demon: I’m not on your side of the room.

[weyler]

the characters from the wednesday series as random memes saved on my phone:

wednesday:

enid:

tyler:

xavier:

bianca:

eugene:

ajax:

principal weems:

marilyn thornhill:

sheriff galpin:

[anonymousewrites]

A Good for Death (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen

Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: A Good Day for Arguments

Summary: After (Y/N) and Wednesday come face-to-face with the creature, Wednesday is forced to learn the consequences of her actions while also coming to terms with her feelings.

            A crash echoed through the Gates mansion, and (Y/N) and Wednesday stood abruptly from where they examined Laurel Gates’s jewelry box. Something had happened. Wednesday shoved the jewelry box into her satchel before she and (Y/N) ran down the hall and met with Enid at the bottom of the stairs.

            “What the heck was that?!” cried Enid.

            “Tyler’s not here,” said (Y/N), worried. They may not particularly like him, but they didn’t want any harm to come to him.

            “Guys! Get out! It’s here!” Tyler screamed suddenly from the other side of the house.

            A growl sounded through the mansion, and in a nearby corridor, the shadow of the monster stretched across the walls.

            “Back upstairs!” ordered (Y/N). “Go!” They pushed Enid and Wednesday up the stairs and ran up behind them. “It’s still coming,” they cried as the shadow continued to approach the second floor.

            “In the dumbwaiter,” ordered Wednesday.

            Enid crouched and jumped into the dumbwaiter, crowding to the back as Wednesday entered as well. Her eyes widened as the creature neared the top of the stairs and raised a hand to swipe at (Y/N), who was standing in front of the dumbwaiter so it wouldn’t get to their friends. Wednesday reached out and grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, sharply pulling them backwards. They fell into Wednesday in the dumbwaiter, and she slammed it shut before the monster could get any of them. It slammed into the dumbwaiter, shaking it. Enid screamed.

            “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!” repeated Enid in panic.

            “It’s here,” breathed (Y/N) shakily. “And this time it wants to kill us.” They looked at Wednesday. “How are we gonna get out of here?”

            “Give me your scarf,” said Wednesday.

            (Y/N) didn’t question her and handed it over. Wednesday tied it around the handles of the dumbwaiter’s doors. The creature growl, and Enid whimpered like a kicked puppy from where she pressed herself into the back of the dumbwaiter. The monster clawed through the doors and stared at them menacingly through the scratches. As it glared at them, the rope holding up the dumbwaiter snapped, and the Nevermore students were sent tumbling down in the metal box. Enid screamed in fear, and (Y/N) held onto Wednesday, sending silent prayers to the gods to please keep them safe. Wednesday didn’t push (Y/N) away and instead braced her and (Y/N) against the sides of the dumbwaiter in an effort to alleviate the inevitable pain of landing.

            The box hit the ground in the basement, and the doors broke open, sending (Y/N), Wednesday, and Enid tumbling out. Enid coughed and pushed herself up. Wednesday stood and lifted (Y/N) up with her. Then, she observed their surroundings. (Y/N) pulled on a string for the light. The trio found themselves looking at a long surgical table with bloodstains and powerful surgical saws laying atop it. Behind the table were racks of jars containing the missing body parts of the monster’s victim. (Y/N) shivered as they again felt the phantom crawl of the victims’ deaths, one’s filled with suffering.

            They were shaken from their thoughts as footsteps boomed above and sent dust like a rain down upon them. Wednesday pushed the small basement window open, and Enid scrambled out. (Y/N) pulled themself up after and turned around as the monster descended into the basement for Wednesday.

            “Wednesday! Come on,” said (Y/N) urgently.

            “These are the body parts of the monster’s victims,” said Wednesday as she examined in the jars.

            “Yes, they are, now get out of there!” insisted (Y/N).

            The monster through a shelf of tools behind Wednesday, and that sent her darting to the window. (Y/N) reached down, took her hand, and pulled her out before the creature could grab her.

            “We need to go back in,” said Wednesday as they backed away from the window.

            “What?! Are you crazy?” hissed Enid.

            “Tyler’s in there,” said (Y/N). “We can’t leave him with the creature.”

            They turned and ran towards the house with Wednesday. They weren’t a monster. They wouldn’t leave him injured and in danger. Enid, unwilling to leave them either, followed a moment after. They slowed to a stop as they arrived at the entrance of the house and found Tyler leaning against the wall clutching his bleeding chest.

            “You’re hurt,” said Wednesday, examining his body. “Can you walk?”

            A figure appeared from the woods, and Enid yelped, turning on it. It was Xavier.

            “Where’d you come from?” asked Wednesday.

            He didn’t respond and handed over his scarf to Tyler to press to his wounds. “Here. What happened to him?”

            “The monster,” said Enid quietly.

            “Here,” said (Y/N), pressing one hand to the crawling vines climbing the Gates mansion and the other to Tyler’s shoulder.

            They took a deep breath and let the plants wither as they pushed strength to Tyler. His breathing steadied as his strength returned. He was still bleeding and needed assistance, but he was nearer to full health.

            “I have first aid at my house,” groaned Tyler. “Get me back to my car, and I can get us back.”

            “I can drive,” said Xavier.

            “Let’s go, then. He needs bandages,” said (Y/N).

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            At Tyler’s house, Wednesday carefully bandages his wounds as (Y/N) hovered in case they needed to drain one of the houseplants around for Tyler’s health.

            “Thanks, doc,” said Tyler, clearly feeling better since he was flirting with Wednesday.

            “Not to make this about me, but I am having a full-blown panic attack now,” said Enid, staring into space. “We need to get back before Weems realizes we’ve been gone.”

            As they spoke, the door of the living room swung open, and Sheriff Galpin stood staring them. “What the hell happened?” he asked, his eyes widening at his son’s injuries.

            Too late. The damage is done, thought (Y/N).

            “This was you, wasn’t it?” hissed Sheriff Galpin, glaring at Wednesday.

            “It was the monster, not Wednesday,” said (Y/N).

            “I’m okay, Dad,” said Tyler.

            “Sheriff, I understand you’re upset, but I think you need to see something,” said Wednesday. “I found the victims’ missing body parts.”

            “Please, Dad,” said Tyler before the sheriff could argue. “Listen to her.”

            Sheriff Galpin narrowed his eyes and breathed out angrily. “Fine. But the rest are going right back to Nevermore.”

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            Wednesday, once again feeling the burden of defeat since the evidence in the basement was gone yet again, walked up the stairs of Nevermore. She stopped as Weems glared down at her, imperious as ever.

            “You directly violated my explicit order and left campus during a lockdown,” said Weems sharply. “Not to mention you put your peers and yourself in danger.”

            Wednesday showed no change in her expression, but she was troubled by putting her friends in danger. (Y/N) had even warned her of the possibility someone would be waiting for them in the Gates mansion. She was determined to see the case through to the end, though. She had to. No matter how much she justified it, however, Wednesday was not happy with her friends being in danger.

            Still, she kept her expression neutral. “Which is grounds for expulsion. I know,” said Wednesday. “And you have every right to exercise that option. I do believe it would be a grave error on your part.”

            Weems chuckled mirthlessly. “I think contrition might be in order right now, Miss Addams. Not hubris.”

            “I’ll never apologize for trying to uncover the truth,” said Wednesday.

            “Not even when it gets someone killed?” said Weems angrily.

            Wednesday was taken aback a moment as the image of her friends, of (Y/N) dead flashed through her mind. But she steeled herself and pulled out the picture of her in a battle against Crackstone. She held it up to Weems.

            “What is this?” asked Weems.

            “It’s a warning from Rowan,” said Wednesday.

            Weems furrowed her brow and took the page. Her eyes scanned the drawing, from Crackstone with his staff to Nevermore burning to the Reaper standing by Wednesday’s side.

            Weems looked at Wednesday, shaken slightly. “Is this why he tried to kill you and (Y/N)?”

            Wednesday nodded. “His mother drew it before she died. Said (Y/N) and I were destined to destroyed the school. But I think we’re meant to save it. Now you know what’s at stake. Everything you vowed to protect, no less. I think I deserve another chance.” She broke eye contact. “Please.”

            Weems sharply held the picture back out to Wednesday, who took it back. “One more infraction,” she said slowly, “One more step out of line, and you will be expelled. No ifs. No buts.”

            “(Y/N), Enid, and Xavier are spared as well,” said Wednesday.

            “And no more negotiation,” said Weems. “Good night!” She stalked off, annoyed that Wednesday had convinced her to give her another chance.

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            (Y/N) watched as Enid finished packing up her things. They were electing to stay in the dorm so far, but they understood Enid’s frustration. They too were upset at how close they had all gotten to dying tonight when they had warned Wednesday someone might be waiting. However, Wednesday had been trying to do the right thing in the end, so (Y/N) was letting it go for now.

            “Where are you going?” asked Wednesday as she entered.

            “Yoko’s room,” said Enid. “Thornhill said (Y/N) and I could crash there for a few nights. I’m taking advantage of it.”

            “There’s no need,” said Wednesday. “I spoke with Weems. None of you are going to be punished.”

            “Wednesday, it’s not about punishment from Weems,” said (Y/N), looking at her. “It’s about getting attacked.”

            “I apologized. It’s over,” said Wednesday.

            “Tonight was the icing on the birthday cake you didn’t bother to cut,” snapped Enid, turning on Wednesday. “You used us to get you to the Gates mansion, even if it meant putting us all in danger! I hope it was worth it.”

            Wednesday looked to the side, her tell for being guilty. “The evidence in the basement was gone by the time Sheriff Galpin and I arrived back,” she admitted.

            Enid threw her hands up. “So it was for nothing!” She picked up her duffle bag and looked at (Y/N). “I’m out. See you tomorrow.” She looked at Wednesday. “If you can stand to stay here with someone who doesn’t seem to care if we live or die for her obsession.” Enid stomped out of the dorm room, slamming the door behind her.

            Wednesday set down her back next to her desk. “I got one step closer to solving this case. That’s what matters. Enid will see that soon.”

            “Wednesday, she has a point,” said (Y/N) gently.

            Wednesday turned to them and crossed her arms. “Don’t you want to figure out what’s happening with Crackstone? I thought we were both on the same page.”

            “Wednesday, I want this solved as much as you do. But I want it because my friends are at risk if a man like that somehow comes back to life,” said (Y/N). “And for that same reason, I told you that we needed to be careful tonight. I told you to wait since someone could be waiting. And they were! Wednesday, we could have been killed! Tyler nearly was.”

            “But now we know Laurel Gates might be involved,” said Wednesday, stepping forward. “That’s important.”

            “Wednesday, you didn’t even blink about sending us right into danger!” said (Y/N). Wednesday didn’t respond. “We’re your friends! We’re here to help you, but we need to know what we’re signing up for.”

            “I never asked for anyone to be my ‘friend,’ ” said Wednesday sharply. "It's not my fault people insist on bothering me."

            (Y/N) took a step back, their expression betraying their hurt. They had thought Wednesday considered them a friend. They weren’t. They were just another annoyance to her.

            “Fine, then,” said (Y/N). They swallowed their sadness and broken heart. “Then you don’t have to have any friends if you don’t want to.” They turned and climbed up to there area of the dorm.

            Wednesday frowned. “What are you doing?”

            “I’m letting you be alone without any annoyances,” said (Y/N). They stuffed some pajamas and clothes into a bag. They climbed back down.

            “You don’t need to leave,” said Wednesday. “We…” She looked away uncomfortably. “We have work to do.”

            “Friends work together,” said (Y/N). “We’re not that.” They went to the door and opened it. They paused and looked back, opening their mouth to speak. (Y/N) shut it again, swallowing their words and walking away.

            Wednesday was left alone in the dorm. Strangely, she didn’t enjoy the solitude as much as she had in the past. She sat down against the window as the light streamed through it. Feeling something dig into her leg from her jacket, she reached into her pocket. Wednesday pulled out a black envelope with her name written in white.

            (Y/N)’s gift to her.

            Hesitating slightly, Wednesday neatly sliced it open and slid out the paper inside. In neat penmanship, a poem was written across it, from (Y/N) to Wednesday.

Wednesday’s child is full of woe, But she brings it not, no, Dark and dismal, Yes, she is, But as the dusk turning to dawn, She is prelude to light, Power in her own right, So give her a crown of thorns, She will wear it as you do roses, Full of pride and beauty

            Wednesday found herself clutching the poem tightly and loosened her grip. She didn’t want to ruin the paper. She swallowed and tried to push away the feelings threatening her composure. She had…messed up. Wednesday hadn’t protected (Y/N) and paid the price for paying more attention to the case than to their friendship. Yes, figuring out the secrets of the Gates mansion were important, but she…she thought (Y/N) was important too. They had stuck by her and never questioned who she was as a person, never fazed by her attitude or personality.

            (Y/N) cared.

            And Wednesday cared for them, too.

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[darklinaforever]

Oh my god... This video is a masterpiece ! @ablatheringblatherskite

There is so much interest in Tyler being treated like the victim he is and being forgiven by the other characters !

Also, Tyler and Wednesday better end up together !

[youngjellyfishbasement]

red velvet : wednesday [irene] moodboard part 2 : soundtrack 5sos “thin white lies” : the addams family : poor scorpio & wednesday addams [left side] & enid sinclair [right side] scenario : raven x wolf = friendship?  no  way  yes!

enid’s words: 

i don't feel your love but i don't ask too many questions

the words, they are too much when you show me ... my reflection

when the sun goes down, we all get ... lonely watch me as I disappear these empty sounds and endless stories so tell me what I wanna hear 

... thin white lies

killin' me slow with the words... the heart you broke, the heart you broke, yeah ... i don't wanna stay

you know exactly where I'm goin’ you got me by the mouth

[but she said she love me, she don't show it]