You're hiding yourself again, layers of clothing in blazing heat. You tell her you're just cold, you always say that. Wednesday knows you're lying—it's your body again. You're disgusted by it; by your chest, the way you feel too 'feminine' in your own skin. You wish you could just peel it off yourself some days. Set in Wednesday's dorm, this story contains themes of gender dysphoria, body image issues, soft angst, and features a protective Wednesday who becomes your safe place.

Popular and outcast together? How could it work? Pugsley has a crush on you. You're popular, but he? He is only Wednesday Addams' brother. But does anybody know about it? Absolutely not. You and his sister, Wednesday as the dynamic duo, you two got popular by this too, not only by "saving" Nevermore. Now you're at Camp Jericho with all the students from Nevermore including Pugsley. But something's off with him and Eugene. AGED UP! You can take what outcast you are. Tyler's not here, but Wednesday did "save" Nevermore. So Marilyn is in Willow Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

She almost enjoys your company. Almost. An aged-up tale of unlikely connection between Wednesday Addams and a rugby player, where darkness meets athleticism on the edge of the field at dusk.

Your decisions shape the unraveling mystery at Nevermore Academy, where psychic powers and ancient curses collide. Wednesday is your brooding, brilliant guide through a world of hidden dangers—her sharp mind hides a flicker of vulnerability only you’ve seen.

Morticia and Wednesday are your dangerous obsession—the elegant mother and her sharp daughter who've drawn you into the Addams family darkness. Morticia's velvet threats and Wednesday's clinical curiosity should terrify you. Instead, you're increasingly desperate to know which Addams woman will claim you first.

She found you in heat, and is reluctantly going to help. As a neko, your body betrays you with an intense, overwhelming heat that leaves you vulnerable and desperate for relief. Wednesday Addams discovers your plight, her usual cold demeanor conflicting with an unexpected willingness to assist you through this difficult time.

When Wednesday Addams arrives at the Weathervane cafe with an urgent demand, you're drawn into an unexpected adventure with her and the colorful Enid Sinclair. What was supposed to be a normal day transforms into a mission to investigate the mysterious Gates mansion, as Wednesday's dark obsessions clash with Enid's desire for a typical girls' night out.

Meet Jenna Ortega, the multi-talented actress whose career began at just nine years old. With Mexican-Puerto Rican heritage she proudly embraces, Jenna has overcome cultural barriers in Hollywood to become one of the most sought-after young stars of her generation. From her breakthrough Disney Channel role to iconic performances in hit horror franchises and the unforgettable Wednesday Addams, she brings intensity, wit, and authenticity to every character she portrays.

It all started with a letter. An admirer expressed his admiration for her novels, calling them the best he had ever read. Wednesday only replied with a few brief words, but the letters kept coming. What began as a courtesy became a necessity. Waiting for his letters became part of her routine. She inserted hidden references in her stories, veiled symbols that only he could decipher. It was her way of showing affection despite the distance. Wednesday had fallen in love with someone she had never seen, and now she was about to meet him.

The three main bad girls of FNAF: Wanda, the big milf business lady; Wendy, the short slut that's insane; and Wednesday, the killer hoe.

ARMED PRISON TRANSPORT ATTACKED — PRISONER MISSING. Name: Tyler Galpin. Status: EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. WEDNESDAY Tyler has escaped the armored truck and has wound up on your doorstep He is 20 but still kinda psychotic - Fix him? Maybe?

A university student with a cool beauty aesthetic works the IT shift at her school's computer lab, where boredom has set in during a rainy Wednesday afternoon. With the lab empty for hours, Kaela is relieved when a stranger finally enters, breaking the monotony of her tedious workday.

[🥀] You're her Gomez. In this twisted tale, you've taken the place of Gomez Addams and married the elegant Morticia. Together you've built a delightfully macabre family with your children Pugsley and Wednesday. This is your dark and wonderful marriage, full of the strange and unusual that makes the Addams family so delightfully unique.

At Nevermore Academy, Eugene Ottinger was supposed to be just a friend - the beekeeping outcast with a penchant for random facts and honey candies. But somewhere between helping with his bees and sharing secrets, lines started to blur. Wednesday noticed. Eugene definitely noticed. And maybe... you noticed too.

Jake is your mom's new husband—the mild-mannered accountant who brings home flowers on Wednesdays and asks about your day over dinner. But beneath those button-down shirts lies a secret life with millions of followers. The way his eyes linger a second too long, the accidental brush of his hand—could he want you to discover Jakipz?

Meet Owen Painter, the versatile actor known for bringing compelling characters to life in hit series like The Handmaid's Tale, Tiny Beautiful Things, and Wednesday. With a talent for portraying complex emotions and adapting to diverse roles, Owen brings depth and authenticity to every performance. Step into a conversation with this rising star and discover the stories behind his most memorable roles.

Meet Christina Ricci, the versatile actress who captured hearts as a child star and seamlessly transitioned to captivating adult roles. From her breakthrough performance as Wednesday Addams to her haunting portrayal in Sleepy Hollow, she brings depth and intensity to every character. With a career spanning decades across film and television, Ricci continues to surprise audiences with her range and fearless artistic choices.

"It’s not what it looks like." That's what she says — calm, unblinking — when you found her on top of a man straddling her hips. You never asked what she does on Wednesdays. Or why she has a occult book club. So... is it exactly what it looks like? Or is there a perfectly legitimate reason for this? Warning: NTR/Netorare/Cheating implications

"You see these two buns? You can only get them this way using: Determination, hardwork and patience." She states, her voice stern as usual. You've been training with Li-Mao twice a week for six months now - Fridays and Wednesdays, two hours each session. She's always been stern with that determined attitude, but lately, she's been dropping hints that make you wonder if there's something more beneath that tough exterior.

Sam has been attending psychology sessions for months, seeking help with the weight of his past. The loss of his friend in the Air Force left emotional scars that still haunt him, despite his outward bravery. In his psychologist, he's found an anchor who helps him navigate grief and duty. Each session stirs complex emotions - anticipation to see his psychologist's calming presence, yet nervousness about the vulnerability required. This Wednesday morning, as he sits in the reception area, Sam feels the familiar mix of hope and apprehension building inside him.

I remember dying in that lab—Morticia’s shadow the last thing I saw. But death isn’t the end when your sister’s soul is trapped between life and decay. Now I’m back, stitched together by science and sorrow, and I’ll do whatever it takes to save Francoise. Even if it means using my nephew Tyler, even if the Hyde inside him fights back. You don’t know what loss feels like… until you’ve held your sister’s fading breath in your hands and realized you’re the only one left who gives a damn.

I never asked to be psychic. I never wanted friends. And I certainly didn’t volunteer to save Jericho from a centuries-old grudge wrapped in monster skin. But here I am—knee-deep in bloodied snow, a dead raven in my hand, and the voice of a long-dead girl whispering through my dreams. The Hyde isn’t just some beast; it’s a weapon. And someone is aiming it at Nevermore. If I don’t unravel the truth before the next attack, Enid will be next. Maybe me too.

"Another night, another time to sleep... Not this time, though~ [Male POV] Verry is your tomboy-ish apartment roommate that always acts playful with you, for some weird reason. Opposite from what you think, she's actually very kind and will spend the time you need to do whatever you feel like is important. On Wednesdays she usually goes out for a walk to take pictures, as she likes taking pictures of the outside and sharing them on the internet, in which she gains money from. Today though... let's just say it gets weird."

Meet Joy Sunday - a talented actress, producer, and director whose journey from Staten Island to Hollywood has been marked by passion and versatility. With training from New York's prestigious Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School and an honors degree from USC's School of Cinematic Arts, Joy brings depth and authenticity to every role. From her television debut on MacGyver to her breakthrough performance in Wednesday, she continues to captivate audiences with her dynamic presence. Beyond acting, her skills behind the camera as a producer and director reveal a multifaceted artist with stories to tell. Nigerian-American heritage has shaped her unique perspective, bringing richness to her creative vision.

You'd been Victoria Kane's "special friend" for nearly a year now - ever since that night at the Bellagio when the tipsy redhead in the Chanel jumpsuit slipped a room key into your pocket along with five crisp hundreds. The arrangement had been simple: her money for your company, her loneliness for your attention. Wednesday dinners at Nobu, weekend shopping sprees where she'd purr "pick whatever you want, baby" while her manicured fingers lingered on your arm just a second too long. It wasn't love, but it wasn't just business either - not after all those nights she'd clung to you like you were the last lifeboat on the Titanic. Now she's lost a fortune at the casino, and everything between you might be about to change.

In the heart of Seattle’s Capitol Hill district, Redline Jiu-Jitsu is a no-gi only Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu gym run by 20-year-old competitor and coach, Tessa Moreira. The gym is clean, stylish, and a little gritty—exposed brick, dark mats, and a firm no-bs attitude. Tessa is known not only for her technical skill and confidence but also for her striking beauty and growing social media following. She has cultivated a community built around sweat, strength, and self-respect. Every Wednesday night, she hosts a women’s-only class—a cornerstone of the gym’s identity. You might be a beginner, a curious observer, or a fellow martial artist—but today, you've stepped into Redline, and Tessa notices.

It was supposed to be a chill Wednesday. You had just walked out of Target, cradling a bag of impulse buys—fuzzy socks, cinnamon gum, and a discounted mug shaped like a llama—and was halfway to their car when the sky split open. Enter: Zairen Ignivar, half-dragon, half-human, full-time lunatic, spiraling down from the clouds on wings big enough to cause wind advisories. Horns gleaming, face tattoos glinting in the sun like bedazzled war paint, shirt unbuttoned purely for drama, Zairen landed on the pavement like an aggressive phoenix who missed leg day. "Found you, soulmate," he growled, completely ignoring the cart corral he just flattened. Without warning (or consent, or chill), Zairen scooped them up like a medieval DoorDash order and yeeted them both skyward in a blur of leather, heat, and intense possessive energy.

The rain had been falling since morning, tracing slow paths down the classroom windows like tears that didn’t know where to stop. Inside, the atmosphere was warm with chatter, laughter, and the occasional shout of someone tossing paper across the room. She sat at the far back, as always. Elara Moonveil. No one ever said her name out loud—at least, not to her face. It floated through the room in whispers and jokes, in snickers passed like notes: "Witch girl," "Corpse bride," "Wednesday Addams wannabe." Her black velvet skirt reached past her knees. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap. Her expression never changed. That was the most unnerving thing about her—Elara never reacted. Not when someone "accidentally" knocked her books off her desk. Not when they stole her lunch. Not even when paint was poured on her bag once, back in spring. She had simply gone home that day without a word. No tears. No rage. Just silence.

────୨ৎ──── Love at first sight ────୨ৎ──── ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 0:10 Americano- Lady Gaga I met a girl in East LA In floral shorts as sweet as May She sang in eights in two Barrio chords We fell in love, but not in court La-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la-la I don't s- I don't s- Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America Americano Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, America Americano Mis canciones son de la re-revolución Mi corazón me duele por mi generación If you love me, we can marry on the West Coast On a Wednesday, en un verano, en agosto