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(read this entirly today and it deserves SO MUCH attention oh my goddd)

Somewhere Only We Know - TheBrightPlaces

On her paper, a scene of a wedding unfolded. Towering trees stood over the wedding arch and the barn, their new clubhouse, was just visible in the back. Enid had to steal a gray crayon from Wednesday’s pile to fill in the sky, which was a gloomy scene apart from a single ray of sunshine. The wedding guests sat in all their fruit scented glory— Grumpy Bear and Sweet Dreams Bear plopped happily in the front row—surrounded by a group clad entirely in black.

Under the arch, Enid drew herself. She wore a pastel rainbow dress and a smile that took up most of her face. Beside her stood a girl that was not smiling. A girl whose dress matched the swirling storm forming above them. A girl with freckles dusting the bridge of her nose—freckles you would only notice if you were her very best friend. A girl who had Italian nursery rhymes memorized. A girl who could make grown adults cower in fear. A girl with silky black hair, always in neat plaits.

A girl that was most certainly, without a doubt, Wednesday Addams.

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(thanks for the submission!)

The Wrong Reflections - miliamin

She brings the cup up. "I have no idea if you've gotten the order right since I've never drank something that good before cause I never had money to experiment with coffee orders cause spoiler alert, you're in the universe in which we're not dating. And now my life sucks cause caramel latte is never gonna be good enough again."

Willa wordlessly gives her the receipt. Enid doesn't bother to look at the ingredients after seeing the prize.

"Yep, I'm too broke for this shit."

"Are you fine with committing fraud?"

"Huh?"

"Since I already used this card which right now is merely a copy of your Wednesday's you might as well keep using it.”

"No?"

"Believe me, my parents will respect the hustle."

"I don't want to steal from you,- I mean, from her- argh, you get it!"

"Very well." Willa takes out the bills from her wallet. "Would 400 be enough for awhile?"

"I'm not actually your girlfriend."

"You whine like her."

"So what, you're gonna be sent back to her soon enough."

"But you're upset here now."

"That simple?"

"Yes."

"This sucks."

"So you've mentioned."

"Are you gonna do whatever I want then?"

"Within reason. You know how I am with displays of affection." 

Enid wants to say no, she doesn't know, but she'd be lying. At this point she has a good idea.

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I got a submission today and would like to remind everyone smut and explicit fics are not allowed. It is stated quite plainly in my rules so don’t send me it. Before sending a submission please make sure to read my rules. It is that simple. No hate at all to the person just simply please read my rules.

On another note feel free to message me privately or in my inbox any submissions of fics you really like or to promote your own work. I am always and fully for self promotion.

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(thanks for the submission! I really loved this one !!!)

The Only Time Drinking Is Good For You - Demi_Chaos & miliamin

Once long ago a scorned family ghost attempted to possess the eldest child of the Addams house. 

They survived all 47 seconds. 

That’s how long it took them to decide that between the choice of having no body or Wednesday’s body, having no body was the more fortunate circumstance. Not even the promise of experiencing life again was worth the complete agony of experiencing it through the physique of one Wednesday Friday Addams. 

Constantly freezing body, unblinking eyes, migraine inducing braids, achingly rigid muscles, pigment allergies and neurons that interpret nearly all stimuli as pain. Her body was a temple that would comfortably house solely the god of discomfort. If only Wednesday were capable of tolerating emotions she’d be worthy of this divine title. At least most of the time her own emotions were too out of reach of comprehension to really matter.

In the instance of losing all control not even her masochism could outweigh the absolute agony of experiencing everything through a warped reality of an intensifier of emotions. 

It’s certainly strange that the loud, touchy, lycan embodiment of eye strain and trigger for her color allergies is her best bet on survival.

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(I haven’t read this one yet but thank you for the submission anon! I’ll have to check it out)

Death by a thousands cuts - BlueEyesAndHair

“I don’t suppose you and the goth musketeer got lunch?” Yoko continued. Still not revealing her nefarious plans

“No. Just coffee” Enid said carefully. The situation making her distrusting of even her favourite meal of the day

“wanna get some then? I’m starving”

“Sure” Enid nodded before glancing over towards Yoko “but you might wanna change first “

“The Powerpuff girls are a national treasure” Yoko argued even as she for up and moved towards her room

“always liked Dexter’s laboratory more”

“Heathen!” Yoko yelled from behind the now half closed door. Making Enid smile at how utterly stupid her friend was. And how lucky she was to have her

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(this book did things to me- it’s SO good and SO sweet a true gem I just had to post about it)

yours, eurydice - hanjisgirlfriend

“Do you think—?”

She begins a question, then cuts herself off.

Her voice is dangerously vulnerable, and it makes her sick.

Enid is quiet on the line.

“Wednesday,” she says, and her voice is softer. “I’m right over here. Do you want me there with you? I can look over anything you might want a second opinion on. Maybe I can even offer you my wildly interesting life stories as inspiration.”

“I don’t know you,” Wednesday answers flatly, as if that’s the response that will solve all of her problems.

“So let me,” Enid says. “I’ll help you. I promise.”

Wednesday almost considers it.

But then she reaches beside her for the sheet of paper on which, last night, she’d composed a frenzied poem. She thinks twice.

“pink & blue” the title reads.

One look at Enid Sinclair’s latest Instagram post—a photo on set for a teen drama in which she does, in fact, have dyed hair—confirms any suspicions as to what the piece may be about.

(An homage to Enid’s once-colored hair, perhaps.)

Wednesday carefully folds the paper and pushes it aside.

“I’ll have to get back to you,” she says quietly, and hangs up.

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(thank you for the submission anon! I really needed it my brains been mush from reading so much the past few days to keep up with posts)

Werewolves Made With Woe - omnical

The three young men looked up from their meal, expecting a Mrs. Sinclair -- the middle-aged ditz of a housewife, wasting her life writing ten ways to please her husband before escaping her unexciting life by living through the eyes of outcasts and serial killers. She called them two hours ago to meet up at Mickey D’s, and their expectations of her appearance and mannerisms were already cut clear in their heads. What kind of woman would dedicate her life to learning about the oddities of their strange world if she wasn’t a sad, married woman? Someone mousey, meek, introverted. 

They weren’t expecting a whirlwind of color and flamboyant dress; feet dancing upon every step as she --

She, Trev thought, feeling his mouth run dry and his stomach drop in that imperceptibly pleasant way.

-- she walked in.

“Okay, I love you too, ma cherie … You’re getting carried away again, dear… I miss you already… M’kay, byee! Mwah!”

She was wearing a hot pink dress, the satin fabric flowing down her long legs like a natural glittering waterfall. And while the color itself was cringe on its lonesome, Mrs. Sinclair -- paired with the color -- was a look the woman managed to pull off using the force of her personality alone. A flamboyant white-fur coat of expensive quality rested over wide shoulders, managing to soften her round face and kind smile instead of transforming her into an intimidating woman who probably paid three times their figure to buy the article of clothing for herself. Silver stilettos decorated with white flowers increased her already tall height as she walked into the painfully ordinary restaurant. 

Mrs. Sinclair flipped her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder, took off her butterfly sunglasses, and waved at the three young men with an excited skip to her step.

“Howdy, boys! Welcome to New Jersey!"

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(and they were GHOSTS)

Recorded Poltergeist Activity - disasterwomanlover

Granted, she's not a fan of dolls, much less creepy ones. However, as Enid holds the doll up, her curiosity grows even further.

"Which Victorian child owned this shit?" she said out loud.

She was about to throw it against the wall for fun's sake before someone pipes up.

"That appears to be mine."

She whips her head around, searching for the source, but she finds no one. Cautiously, she spoke.

"..Show yourself."

Despite her not having a sense of touch since she's, y'know, dead, she feels a cold gust of wind.

"I'm above you."

She looks up, finding a girl donning a fancy polo with fluffy sleeves, staring at her.

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Vero Se - DoctorThasmin

“Ah young love, I was so hopeful it would happen for her.” Gomez croons, a hand over his heart as he admires his wife holding a headless rose.

“Hmm, a blood moon wolf too, a creature so rare I had to peruse the Addams library to refresh my memory, they are not held to their form by the moon Gomez, that is why her pack are afraid. Our little storm cloud has released a most magical creature, even if the young wolf does not yet understand.” Morticia explained, understanding Gomez’s shock as he understood the implication of her words.

Enid could transform into her wolf without the moon, she was held to this mortal plane by her mate and her mate alone. Released onto this world in an act of love, this gentle Alpha could thrive on the nurturing of their mate or be consumed by the anguish of their loss.

Only time would tell if Nevermore would be the setting for another great Addams love story.

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why does enid call you babygirl? - ethelscain

The two girls lay down in absolute silence for the next little while. “ Cara mia doesn’t actually mean anything bad, does it?” Enid finally breaks the silence, a minute or two later. Wednesday shakes her head in response. “How would you feel if I started calling you cara mia?” Wednesday feels blue eyes staring into hers all of the sudden.

“If there is nothing I can do to stop you, why would I try?”

“...That’s a yes, right?”

“That’s a fine, do what you want, polpetta, ”

“What does that one mean? You have to tell me, or I’ll just go look it up.”

“Meatball,” The raven-haired girl answers, “it means meatball,” Enid spends the next five minutes giggling so hard Wednesday thinks she is going to wake up their entire floor, and Wednesday would not mind at all if she did, if it meant she could hear Enid’s laughing for just another second.

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i wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby (snap out of it) - goatedfortniteking

But she couldn’t be serious. It was impossible to think that Wednesday was absolutely unaware of the effect she had on people. Enid scoffed and looked at her incredulously. “Wends. There’s no way.”

“There’s no way what?”

“I—Wednesday!” She couldn’t care to look at the others at this point. This was just beyond her. “Guys literally drop to their feet at the sight of you! Like, you have this, like, alluring, mysterious darkness about you that basically entrances people. And you’re different—people like different. Not to mention you’ve got the looks down, too! Plus, you basically saved the school, like, come on. That kind of badassery? The bravery? I’d be surprised if you didn’t have, like, fifteen different secret admirers here. I mean, honestly, you’re kind of everything a guy wants. Like, if I was a guy, I think you’d be the first girl I’m looking at.”

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Birds of a Feather - eriwho

Wednesday stayed silent for a long time, mulling over the girl’s pleas. Naturally, she didn’t fear death in the slightest, it was something she’d grown comfortable with at a very young age. She’d always thought it wouldn’t quite matter if she was alive or dead, her impact on the world would be minimal at best. Sure, her family would be upset, but they were all very attuned to the topic of death as well, as ready to accept death’s loving arms as she was. But something nagged at her, something with which she was entirely unfamiliar. She wanted to stay. She wanted to stay here, with Enid, and she wanted to continue to listen to the girl ramble and gossip, listen to music that made her want to dig her ear drums out. She sighed

Always a wrench in her plans.

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the worst kind of prophecy - punkaspadfoot

Wednesday turned to look at Enid over her shoulder and cut her off. “I only need a few minutes. Will you wait for me?” She felt her own lower lip twitch with uncertainty, and maybe Enid saw it too, because she nodded.

Or maybe Enid nodded because she, like Wednesday, knew that it wasn’t such a simple question, heard everything else it contained. “Will you wait for me?” didn’t just mean will you wait for me, it also meant can you see that I’m trying, and will you put up with me, and I don’t know how to do this, but will you stay anyways? I want you to stay anyways.

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I didn’t have time to find enough fics for later tonight so I will be missing a few posts later so you guys will have to find fics yourselves then dhdhdh

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Overdue - Greatwaves

“Well that’s fucking pathetic”

Wednesday looked up sharply at her, almost surprised by the vitriol in her words. Enid was kind of confused by the look, but she stood her ground.

“If he can’t take a hint then he can go jump off a bridge. If he wants to get upset over being denied something he was never owed then that’s his problem.”

Wednesday was quiet, but it didn’t feel like the hostile silence between her and Dr. Weems an hour ago. More contemplative maybe. Seemingly coming to a decision, she nodded her head once, and then stood up.

“It’s time for me to get back to shelving. I look forward to working with you in the future.”

With that, she turned, and walked towards the elevator, but not before Enid caught a glimpse of something in her eyes. She didn’t know what it was, but it was soft.

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Untitled Wenclair - SquirrelGay

More than that. Black cats would carry with them memories of the brief period of time Wednesday left herself exist not only for herself or her family, but for someone else. They would carry these memories back to her whenever she crossed them. Memories of someone far too removed from her world, and still close enough to leave a scorching mark.

No. Wednesday would not let herself forget. She simply could not see it happening; therefore, it wouldn’t happen.

The space that Enid had carved for herself inside Wednesday, it would remain barren in her absence. Forever a constant reminder.

“Enid” Wednesday finally spoke, “the mark you have left on me is indelible”

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Wenclair Week 2023: Prompts

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Wedensday, February 8th-Tuesday, February 14

2/8- Forest, Moon

2/9- Hug, Dance

2/10- Flowers, Books

2/11- Snoods, Flirt

2/12- Family, Cats/Dogs

2/13- Rain, Eyes

2/14- Color, Soulmates