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‘Is Enid into hickeys?’
That was the conclusion Wednesday came up with. Unlike Enid who had supersonic hearing because of her werewolf abilities, she was only gifted with a normal hearing range; a trait of hers she had detested. So, the Addams hadn’t actually heard anything about her name being mentioned. But Enid didn’t know that!
‘… How crude.”
In actuality, she loved the idea of Enid being into the same turn on as her. Hickeys were totally her favourite— even though she hadn’t actually received any…
The image of her beloved werewolf being covered in bruises had excited her greatly. Wednesday imagined herself as the painter, leaving her werewolf’s neck in dark purple as she safely ruptured the capillaries beneath her skin. All Enid had to do was take on the role of the muse, which was straightforward enough since she’d already been unintentionally playing the part of one all along. Basing Evelyn off the dazzling blonde in her novel was irrefutable proof of this.
‘What am I thinking? We haven’t even kissed,” Wednesday shook herself out of such inadequate thoughts. Not yet. Compose yourself, Addams!
“Okay guys. Our first couple’s done and dusted! Are we ready to move on to the next round?” Bianca asked the crowd, many of which responded by shouting out a ‘Yes!’ with glee.
“Take it away, Thing!”
Thing had been lost in his own world dancing along to the music that played. He halted his movements and came back to reality seeing as how everyone was waiting for him. He gave a thumbs up to the siren before spinning the bottle again, this time with less force. The room fell silent as everyone watched closely, wrinkles between their eyebrows. A collective wave of excitement had sent their hearts into overdrive. Wednesday saw the werewolf nibbling on her lips, both arms still planted on her knees while her head hung lowly. She was the only one who didn’t look pumped up.
The bottle slowed, then settled on-
“…”
“What? Me and Mateo?!” Xavier shrieked. He didn’t even notice who was sitting across from him until that moment. Mateo was one of his closest friends since he was an outcast similar to him; a psychic who could bring his drawings to life. The two guys had bonded over their shared passion in art and theorised over their visions which thankfully, weren’t as serious as the ones that the goths have. They were usually trivial.
“Dude! You absolutely ruined my chances…” Mateo put a hand over the right side of his chest, enacting how heartbroken he was. Laughter could be heard at the interaction; everyone knew the duo were like brothers, so it was guaranteed that nothing wild would be happening between them. The two stood up and walked over to the closet with Bianca once again, setting the timer for 7 minutes. She waved them off before closing the closet door. Everyone was back to their own activities again.
This time, Enid had not taken the initiative to sit beside the goth. The Addams was rather disappointed. No matter how much the blonde raved about inconsequential topics like the latest updates about her favourite celebrities, Wednesday preferred it to the silent treatment she was receiving now. Enid’s glum had slowly disappeared, but it was transparent that an underlying shame and despondency persisted. It felt wrong seeing how the chipper werewolf lost her spark— such a sight spurred an urge within the psychic to protect her lovely werewolf from any bit of turmoil.
Suddenly, an epiphany came to her mind. ‘Did I offend Enid with my comment?’
Wednesday did have a history of unintentionally hurting the blonde with her bluntness, even during the moments she spoke with more carefulness. Their conversation resurfaced in her mind, her earlier words echoing to haunt her.
“I’m only waiting to see what mayhem would unfold when people here realise that the chances of them getting chosen with their crush is minuscule.”
That must’ve been it. Aside from Enid losing it at the thought of leaving and receiving hickeys, this was the only other instance that soured her mood. But would this have meant that Enid had in fact, looked forward to pairing with somebody at the party? And that someone could’ve very well been anyone who was not Wednesday?
It shattered her heart even imagining it to be true. But the rational part of her knew she had to respect Enid’s feelings. If the lucky girl (or guy… gags) was who Enid hoped to be with all along, Wednesday needed to come to terms with it.
…
‘Who am I deluding? It’s impossible.’
The psychic was facing an internal battle, and it did not help when she heard Enid’s small laughter along with Yoko’s. Turning up to face them, she scowled. Enid had been resting her shoulder on the vampire, both of them scrolling through her phone as she liked funny videos. They had also giggled to each other every time Yoko made a joke, Enid playfully jabbing the vampire to get her to stop.
Though it was common, something about the werewolf being in close proximity and laughing with the vampire made the goth boil with rage. It was pathetic to admit, but Wednesday felt helpless and jealous— after all, her position as Enid’s best friend was always threatened by Yoko. Unmistakably, the duo really were just close friends who understood, cared for and related to each other in many ways. Their relationship was strictly platonic, so Wednesday didn’t need to get worked up over the two; but it was tough when she was constantly being reminded of how she didn’t possess a single amicable trait. In her eyes, Yoko made up for a lot of the things the goth thought she lacked; optimism, playfulness and empathy.
Nevertheless, she tried to wash away her wistful thinking. If Enid didn’t want her as a friend, she wouldn’t have stuck around with her for so long. The blonde definitely would’ve sent in a letter to the dean, begging to be moved to another dorm. But she didn’t, so it was a positive sign… right?
Wednesday huffed in annoyance. This mystery-solving was worse than the time she spent working on Nevermore’s series of murders. Everything was driving her insane and she desperately needed a distraction.
Books were the only object in the party that could successfully draw away her attention. So, the goth interrupted the dancing Thing and ordered him to grab one from Bianca’s small bookshelf. He could sense how woeful the girl was even though she kept her expression blank and her voice monotonous. Thus, he obliged without hesitation.
While the siren’s taste was catered towards teenage romance— something Thing knew Wednesday would find bland and cliché, the appendage picked out a true crime novel he hoped would redirect her focus.
The goth eyed him suspiciously as he handed her the novel. The appearance of it looked unpromising.
“You know what they say. Don’t judge a book by its cover!” Thing signed.
Wednesday simply waved him off and began reading. Least to say, she was hooked instantly. All miserable thoughts of the werewolf and the vampire vanished. Now, she was lost in a territory that was familiar.
‘…How disappointing. You were right, Thing.’
10.30PM
All background noise had ceased, creating a deafening silence. Hands had flown to mouths in a collective attempt to muffle their gasps— eyebrows shot up in unison, rapidly blinking as their jaws dropped.. Everyone was stunned into silence; their gaze falling pon Enid, then Wednesday.
‘No. Freaking. Way!’ Enid couldn’t believe what was in front of her.
Wednesday Addams — the self-absorbed, eccentric and stoic goth who isolated herself from company and favoured the macabre and all things unconventional.
Wednesday — the stubborn and sarcastic raven who has a strong sense of justice towards those that were wronged. The raven who eventually learned how to accept companionship.
Wends — the girl who upholds her values of loyalty. The girl who cares so deeply about the people important to her. The girl who ever only shows her vulnerability and subtle affection to a certain blonde.
All three versions of the goth wholeheartedly accepted and loved by Enid. She was flawed just as anybody else, which made her imperfections perfect— Wednesday was her one and only guilty obsession.
At last, the bottle pointed towards Enid and Wednesday. It was everything both of them prayed for in secret, but to have their wishes actually come true? Shocking. Although the word itself couldn’t begin to describe it, at least for the blonde that remained unaware of the russ.
Wednesday was so focused on the novel she was reading that she didn’t digest her surroundings. It’s not to say she had forgotten the whole wanting to kiss Enid in the closet thing, but she had just gotten to the fascinating part of the true crime novel. Was it necessary have to be interrupted by the sudden sense of foreboding now of all times?
‘Ugh’
Glancing up from her novel, everyone’s attention had diverted onto her. She hated the eager stares and the smug look on their faces. To her, it seemed like everyone had wanted to collectively jump in excitement from the fact that the goth and the werewolf would finally be locked up together with no way to escape, but were a little too terrified to actually do so.
Laughter roared in the air, unforeseen. Everybody scrunched their faces in confusion, before realising it belonged to Yoko. The vampire was full-on gasping for air, “No way! Enid and Wednesday? I’ve been hyping this up for SO long!” Tears were now escaping her eyes.
‘She’s enjoying this far too much- I need to poison her,’ Wednesday plotted in her head, irritated by the audacity.
Enid looked extremely embarrassed. She loved Yoko but the vampire truly did not know how to shut up. She violently threw her hand over Yoko’s mouth to prevent her from saying anything else that would make the situation worse.
“Yoko! Can you not?!” The poor werewolf cried out, forehead glistening with sweat.
But it was no use. Her comment had done the damage— single-handedly bringing forward so many other teasing remarks from everyone else in the circle.
“Do you guys think Wednesday would be into knifeplay?”
“Obviously. Also, can we all agree that Enid’s the bottom?”
“She’d literally do whatever the Addams tells her to!”
Enid’s jaw dropped. “What the hell?! We can hear you guys, you know!” Her voice sounded firm… but her mind was elsewhere.
‘I’m not a bottom, right?’
Images of the goth ordering her around while she obeyed flashed through her mind; the goth on top of her with their bodies pressed together tightly leaving no space whatsoever as they kissed all sloppy. That would be so hot.
…
‘Snap out of it, Enid! This isn’t the time!’ Enid shook her head.
The ‘who’s the top and who’s the bottom’ discourse wasn’t even the worst one. Some of the remarks made were so out of pocket and vile that Enid squeezed her eyes shut while she had her fingers crossed, silently begging to god.
‘Please make sure Wednesday understands none of this!’
Fortunately for her, Wednesday didn’t really comprehend much of what was being said, even though she knew they were being teased rather inappropriately. She sat completely still, waiting for the craze to slowly die down— the goth didn’t want to rush the blonde while she was dealing with this unsolicited mess. Wednesday knew she should’ve stepped in at some point, letting the chaos go on for a while longer just so she could see the flustered werewolf attempting to deny any intimacy between them was too tempting; Enid couldn’t even look Wednesday in the eye anymore.
But minutes passed, and just like everyone else, Wednesday was starting to get impatient. The crowd was yelling at them to ‘get their asses in the closet and make out’ but Enid was being stubborn— the werewolf refused to stand up from her seat, her butt literally superglued to the ground despite Yoko’s attempts in pushing her to move.
Wednesday had enough of this needless waiting. She stood up, patted herself and walked over to Enid— who had nowhere to run with the goth now gazing down on her, a hand extended. Everyone watched in amusement.
“… Enid, do not make me carry you to the closet.”
After what felt like eternity of avoiding each other, Enid squinted at Wednesday in shame.
“But Wends…” she trailed off. Did the Addams even know what she was getting herself into? All of their peers were expecting a full-blown makeout!
“Either you torture yourself by subjecting your ears to hear the vile atrocities spewed out by these fools, or you come into the closet with me where we can indulge in the peaceful quietness together— the choice is yours, Enid”
Wednesday brought up an excellent point (even though she wasn’t trying to, the girl was just giving the ever-so indecisive Enid options to choose from). Enid could very much make a temporary escape from the cruel situation that bestowed upon her by sticking with Wednesday in a small, quiet space instead. Right! That was much easier.
… Is it really easier if you're sharing that empty space with the girl you’re madly in love with?
But Enid couldn’t ponder over the pros and cons of the predicament at this moment. Everyone was going ‘oooh’ at the two of them finally talking to one another. Eugene, Bianca, Xavier, Yoko and Divina had been no better; they were inaudibly mouthing to Enid something along the lines of ‘make sure you give her a kiss!’
Yeah, she definitely couldn’t take it anymore.
The trembling werewolf gulped and took Wednesday’s hand with hesitation. Wednesday could tell just how shaken up Enid had been, so she brushed her thumb lightly over the blonde’s in a conscious effort to calm her down.
The gesture was well-received because Enid reciprocated the action, her face beaming with a subdued glow only noticeable to Wednesday. It was fascinating how fast the girl could switch up.
The duo were now headed towards the closet hand in hand with Bianca’s company, the voices and cheers gently fading away in the background. As they arrived, both girls scanned the space suspiciously, slowly letting go of one another.
“Um, isn’t this a bit too small?” Enid asked with innocence as she pointed. The closet still had a few of Bianca’s items like shoes and clothes hanging around. It wasn’t totally crowded, but it wasn’t totally free from clutter either. The limited space meant that the werewolf and the psychic would be in very close proximity, worrying Enid since she knew how the goth preferred having ample room for herself.
Wednesday backed her up almost immediately, “I agree. It almost seems unbelievable that the others were able to fit in this hellhole.”
“Right… I'm sure you guys can adapt to it well. A little squeezing should be fine for the both of you, no?” The siren’s tone was laced with playfulness, insinuating something deeper that Wednesday couldn’t really decipher.
The two ignored her and stepped into the space. Just as they thought, it was tight for the both of them, their bodies almost touched one another— sending shivers down the werewolf’s spine.
“I’ll let you guys know when the timer ends. Remember, seven minutes only! Don’t have too much fun in there,” Bianca joked, closing the door on Enid just as she was about to retaliate.
60 seconds
Currently, it was just the two roommates. The closet was not fully dark and had been partly lit by the lights of Bianca’s room, though it wasn’t the strongest. Both of them had been standing around like clueless, lost kids— Wednesday’s posture as straight as ever with her arms resting beside her torso, Enid’s slightly slouched with her hands clasped behind her back.
Awkwardness lingered in the air. For the first time, the both of them had absolutely nothing to say. The need to speak was there, but neither of them could form a basic sentence, let alone a coherent one. Laboured breathing and the sound of nails scratching the back of their hands were the only audible sounds. It was excruciating. Wednesday couldn’t figure out what the werewolf was thinking and vice versa.
The waiting game of ‘who will start the conversation first’ went on until Wednesday grew uncomfortable as the unspoken tension remained between them. It was odd, really; the Addamses loved all things uncomfortable. But an extroverted chippy werewolf turning hushed felt unsettling in a way she didn’t enjoy. Such behaviour would’ve been appreciated if it came from anyone else, but this was alarming since it was Enid; the girl who incessantly chattered about everything and anything just to feel closer to her roommate. So with the goth’s last bits of confidence, she uttered out a few words to get a conversation going.
“Should we sit down, Enid?”
“What- Oh. Yeah, we should!” Enid was startled. She didn’t think the psychic would be the first to break the ice.
The two slowly descended to the ground. Bad idea. They had to bring their knees close to their chests since it was too cramped to sit cross-legged or spread their legs out like how they usually would. Their shoulders were now touching as they sat side by side, both facing the closet door instead of each other.
The werewolf still hasn’t spared a single glance.
120 seconds
“Enid, have I done something to upset you?” Wednesday turned to the blonde beside her who fidgeted with her hands, her forehead trickling down sweat. She was taken aback by the straightforwardness. Oh boy.
The girl should’ve foreseen that Wednesday would confront her about her behaviour, but how could she have told her best friend that she was embarrassed by the sequence of events that occurred all in the span of 30 minutes?
Wednesday (unintentionally) bringing her back to reality that she and the goth would never actually pursue anything romantic, Yoko teasing her about wanting to leave hickeys on said goth and the entire crowd cheering for them to make out. Knowing that Wednesday heard and saw everything unfold, how was the werewolf expected to act normal after that?
She took a gulp before speaking heavy-hearted, “…you did nothing wrong, Wends. What made you think so?”
“You have clearly been avoiding me the whole night ever since our last conversation— not once did you bother to look at me,” Wednesday huffed out sharply, irritated by the fact that Enid had been ignoring her and giving her attention to Yoko instead. Her vengeful spirit will be remembering this for days.
“Um.. Well I-“
‘Fuck! What should I say?! Think Enid, think!’
“I… um, was just feeling.. tired?” Enid responded, not even sure of her words. Yeah, it was true, but ;tired' was a vague way to describe the depth of her feelings. Mortified? Humiliated? Maybe that was better.
“Is that so? You must’ve been rather tired when you and Yoko were obnoxiously cackling away like hyenas.”
Shifting her weight to fully turn to Enid, Wednesday crossed her arms with her knees still drawn up. She was awfully irked by the blonde's reply when there was no reason to be.
“Hey! We weren’t even that loud!” The blonde’s eyes widened as she exclaimed defensively, facing the fiery goth in front of her.
“You were, Enid. It was grating. I should’ve stapled your mouth shut.”
…
“What the heck, Wends?! Does my laughter bother you that much?” Enid’s voice was strained, barely able to contain her hurt and anger. She was offended by how blunt the psychic was. Was it so wrong to laugh now? Plus, when she recalled it in her mind, they weren’t making a ruckus or anything!
“Yes. It gets on my nerves actually,” the goth replied candidly as she inched closer, putting up a fight.
On the inside, Wednesday didn’t actually understand what she was doing and why she was being so hostile. She was going off-script from what she had originally planned— all her pent-up jealousy and rage were now freely flowing out and she had no control over it. Rather, she was choosing not to have any control over it.
And now, the air around them changed; it felt dangerous.
180 seconds
Both girls were now staring at each other heatedly. Wednesday maintained a deadpan expression, her posture straightening. Enid, on the other hand, was not keeping it cool. Nostrils flared. Muscles in her face tightened. Knuckles white. She hated how cold and unaffected the goth presented herself while she was in shambles— it made her feel small.
‘Why is Wednesday acting like this?’
Rattling around her head for answers, Enid’s mind flashed back to a particular scene.
“Enid! Look at this one- It’s exactly like you!” Laughter erupted from the werewolf and the vampire as they scrolled through Enid’s phone. The pair had been laying on each other, Enid’s head peacefully resting against Yoko’s shoulders. As mindless as she could be at times, the blonde appreciated how she never failed to cheer her up, especially during moments where she truly needed it.
Jabbing Yoko on the sides lightly, she choked out, “Stop it Yoko! That is not me!”
Despite the joy the blonde was feeling, she could sense a certain goth’s fiery presence from her peripheral vision. Wednesday had been scowling, her eyebrows harshly knitted as she breathed heavily. She looked daggers, but it wasn’t directed at her— instead, Yoko was on the receiving end of it. What was up with her?
She attempted to ignore the girl, but every slight movement conveying distress and frustration grabbed a fraction of her focus away. She had never seen the goth like this, ever.
Trying not to overanalyse the meaning behind her actions, Enid continued scrolling through the reels on her phone. But the thought of Wednesday’s unwarranted glares lingered in her mind.
And it finally clicked.
“Hey um, I know I probably shouldn’t ask this but…” trailing off, Enid inhaled a deep breath before continuing with a small smile.
“Are you jealous of me and Yoko?”
Wednesday’s eye twitched. It was subtle but obvious enough for the girl to notice.
“Proposterous. Why would I be?” She replied curtly, her eyes darting away. Suddenly, the cold front the goth put up was instantly broken; all by a single question that caught her off guard. This damn werewolf!
“Well, you kinda only became harsh when you brought her up. So I thought that maybe... y’know, perhaps you didn’t like the way we were being so close?”
Silence.
…
“I am not denying nor confirming anything.”
“Oh my god! It’s true?!” Enid squealed out, a radiant grin now fixed on her face, “Wends! That’s honestly like the cutest thing ever!”
“Do not call me cute, Enid. Jealousy is a disgusting emotion,” Wednesday warned with ears ablaze.
“Hey, it’s okay to feel it- I’ve been there, like when you and you know who used to hang around!” Enid comically wrapped a hand around her neck, faking a gag as she physically could not mention the name Tyler.
The goth whipped her head in confusion. “What-”
“But like, ever since we hugged that day after the Crackstone chaos, all my doubts cleared up. I know you treasure me just as much as I do with you!” Enid sheepishly added.
“...Although, I guess I still feel jealous when we don’t spend as much time with each other? Kinda the whole reason why I so desperately wanted to go to this party with you. I don’t want us to grow distant, Wends” The werewolf’s volume went quieter as she went on, her hands awkwardly scratching her neck as she awaited for a reply.
…
‘Oh’
240 seconds
The goth was at loss for words from all the honesty the werewolf had blurted out. A small part of her wanted to run away, but a bigger part of her wanted to reassure the girl that there was nobody else more important than her— Enid had diligently worked her way up to Wednesday’s heart, after all. Did the werewolf even know that she’s clouded her viscous nightmares and turned them into colorful, sweet dreams? Did the girl even know that she’d invaded her personal boundaries several times, which Wednesday allowed solely because she relished her touch? Did she even know that Wednesday would willingly turn to her for help even if that implied being weak? A bruise to her ego, but one she would tolerate just for her precious Sinclair.
“I see,” she uttered before mustering up the courage to return the same vulnerability Enid had expressed.
Hesitantly bringing one of her hands to rest on the werewolf’s knees, Wednesday slowly resumed, “I’ve told you before, Enid. The mark you have left on me is indelible. You’ve stuck by me even when I’ve been a…
“Stubborn idiot?” Enid continued for her, stifling a laughter. Ugh. Wednesday glared at her but conceded without protest. She was right. “...Yes, that. It’s fairly impressive that you haven’t gotten sick of me.”
“Nevertheless, I hope you never do. As obsessed as I can be with my own priorities, I’m not above spending time with you as long as you want it, Enid” The goth admitted humbly, her voice slightly trembling. For someone so emotionally closed off, owning up to this was like running headfirst into a battlefield with no guarantee of coming out alive.
…
The room fell into a silent lull— Enid hadn’t said anything. Her fair hands lightly brushed against the pale fingers on her knee. Wednesday caught how her pupils dilated; no disgust like she expected, only fondness.
‘Perhaps I shouldn’t hav-’
Just as Wednesday was about to regret her words, Enid leaped onto her which made both girls crash against the closet wall. Her head was buried on the psychic’s shoulders, nuzzling her nose slightly as she took in the smaller girl’s oak scent. With arms wrapped tightly around her torso, Wednesday’s eyes widened in shock. She’s trapped!
Choking out her words from beneath, Wednesday resisted, small hands trying to push the blonde away, “Enid! Unwrap me this instant!”
But it wouldn’t be that easy.
Temporarily pulling her head away with her body still glued to the goth, Enid playfully stuck a tongue out, “No way. I have Wednesday Addams in my arms and there’s nothing you can do about it- Ow!”
“The fuck?!”
Enid rubbed her forehead in confusion. What was that? Did she just get flicked in the forehead?
Looking down towards Wednesday, she noticed the way her lips quirked up in amusement.
‘Holy shit. Are those dimples?! This is so freaking cute!!!’ Enid fangirled.
Wednesday was never the type to spare a smile towards anyone, and the blonde was rarely an exception. The goth always held the belief that such frightening facial expressions were made for clowns— otherwise, they should only be reserved for a special occasion that earnestly deserved it; like a.. funeral?
This moment was far from a funeral though. Wednesday was smiling solely because she had taken the werewolf by surprise with her sudden motion.
“You flicked my forehead and now you’re smiling! That hurt, Wends!” Enid folded her arms, pretending to be mad. But really, with her teeth jotting out from her lips as she suppressed a grin, her attempt was anything but successful. She did not, for the life of her, feel any ounce of anger. Only adoration— all for the goth who laid under her, trapped by her body weight.
“Can you blame me? You launched an attack. Anyone else would’ve suffered far worse.”
“Pfft! That wasn’t an attack! Besides, can’t I hug you because of how sweet you are, hm?” The blonde edged closer, her hair freely falling as her head dipped.
But really, Wednesday became too hyperaware of how near their bodies were.
300 seconds
Blonde strands, blue and pink streaks clouded her vision while cherrywood and vanilla fragrances accompanied by a hint of fruit punch overflowed in the air. A fuzzy, colorful sweater along with soft beige fingertips caressing her white collar, nearly meeting her neck. Frigid chills fluctuated to a scorching heat every second the blonde moved closer. With warm thighs encircling her waist, the texture of coarse, denim jeans now pressed against her— the werewolf’s face was mere centimetres apart.
Wednesday grasped it all— how everything revolved around Enid. There was no escape.
‘Curse this’
The girl had never been cornered like this before. She was a prey; a white-tailed deer helplessly waiting to be consumed by the magnificent beast on top of her— except she wasn’t equipped with any sort of adaptations to protect herself. Long, slender legs with cloven hooves to provide agility to run far, far away? Reddish-brown coats that changed with the seasons to blend into the environment, ultimately going unnoticed from a predator’s eye? No, she had none of these advantages.
She couldn’t fend for herself like this. Each and every of her weak spots were exposed for the werewolf to attack. Goosebumps prickled the goth’s neck, down her spine— an uneasiness settling in the pit of her stomach. This wasn’t how she pictured it to go. She’s supposed to be in control!
“Enid, get off me,” Wednesday ordered in a raspy whisper, barely keeping her composure intact.
“What are you gonna do if I don’t?”
This stubborn wolf!
Wednesday wasn’t sure she could hold herself back any longer with the tension escalating between the two. Was Enid even aware that she was driving the goth insane?
Wednesday studied her expression. The blonde’s face was smug; her eyebrows deliberately raised with a perceptible, cheeky smile. Ugh.
Guiding one of Enid’s hands to the pockets in her cardigan, she warned, “… I’m carrying a blade with me. You do not have the upper hand here.”
Enid didn’t seem the slightest bit scared. After spending several months with the Addams girl as her homicidal roommate, she’d gotten far too used to her antics to know that the goth would never inflict harm upon her.
“Um, yes I do? I’m literally sitting on top of you and you haven’t murdered me- which I know you won’t!”
“So.. why should I get off?” she provoked further.
By now, the wretched goth was getting antsy— her entire body burned up in a way that felt suffocating. “Because I’m not asking, I’m telling you to.”
The werewolf continued playing with her collar. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“No.”
“...”
“Then I’m staying.”
The two girls stared ardently, light rays brightly seeping through the louvered closet doors. Small, hazel brown eyes lost in the opposing sparkling blue– the kind that carried the entire weight of the ocean within them; shallow near the shore, endless when you swam too deep in. Unknowingly, blue clinched its spot as the goth’s favourite colour, even though she favoured everything dark and black.
Wednesday’s heartbeat palpitated vigorously as she took in the sight; the repetitive rhythm of the ‘lub-dub’ sounds beginning to crescendo. It was music to the werewolf’s ears— but Wednesday interpreted it as a sign to be sent to the ER. Her heart rate had never spiked up like this.
The humidity in the air started to get stifling, and the only sounds echoing throughout were shaky breaths.
It didn't belong to the goth.
Wednesday watched the way the blonde’s chest rose and fell unstably despite the confident facade she masked on. Maybe Enid was just as nervous.
Somehow, that knowledge alone gave Wednesday the strength to make the first risky move.
Wrapping her arms to the werewolf’s neck, the girl pulled herself up; her lips lightly brushing against Enid’s ear as she whispered faintly.
“Enid, if you don’t move away.. I might not be able to stop myself from what’s to come.”
The blonde had been waiting for this moment for ages. Everything she dreamed of was in the palm of her hands. Correction, Wednesday Addams was in the palm of her hands; and the goth is everything to her— comforting and precious.
Instead of moving, she remained stationary, her voice breathy as she spoke.
…
“Do it already, Wends.”
360 seconds
Their lips crashed together— needy and messy. Eyes closed as cold, purple berry lips met the warm, cherry lips pressing back firmly. The contrast between the pair was oddly perfect, as though their lips had been destined for each other and nobody else. Both girls pulled in deeper as they chased the unfamiliar taste of one another, like feral beasts exploring a territory they had never been exposed to.
Wednesday’s arms had been looped around Enid’s neck, pulling her in closely to make sure the gap between her and the blonde was absent. Their bodies pressed together heatedly as they kissed, their mouths synchronising with each other seamlessly— it was almost unbelievable how both girls were actually amateurs at this.
Wednesday could feel the soft tickle of Enid’s breath just beneath her nose, her heart fluttering at the sensation. Not enough. Instinctively, her hands slid up to Enid’s hair, tangling her fingers within. It ruffled the blonde's groomed hairstyle, golden strands slipping loosely as sweat trailed down her forehead. But Wednesday didn’t care. In fact, she preferred seeing Enid messy under her touch— the sight itself made her crave for more. So Wednesday tightened her grip, silently hoping to elicit a sound from the disheveled werewolf who sat on top of her.
She needed to hear Enid.
And she did when Enid responded to her touch with a faint, whimper— soft, but just loud enough for the sound to fall upon the goth’s ears. It was intoxicating; Wednesday wished she could replicate such a melodious note on her cello, bowing the strings just to etch it into her mind permanently. But why go through that hassle when she could coax it directly from the meek werewolf again?
Wednesday pressed her lips, tilting her head to further deepen the kiss. Her pulse rapidly spiked in a way she couldn’t control as warmth rose through her body. Now that she’d been blessed with the true sounds of the werewolf, she wanted to unravel each and every part of her just to hear her all over again.
But Enid was getting restless; she savoured the sight of Wednesday underneath her, but didn’t like how limited her options were when it came to touching the psychic. She yearned for more. Without breaking apart their kiss, Enid grabbed Wednesday by the collar and pushed her against the wall, adjusting herself before straddling the goth’s lap.
This was better.
Enid roamed her hands around Wednesday, gently brushing her braids. Deep down, the goth was grateful that the werewolf handled the sacred part of her hair with such tenderness despite the frenzy they were in; the two fully anchored to each other as their lips moved at a maddening pace— as if desperate to memorise the taste of their soul-stealing kiss.
Momentarily, Enid pulled away from the goth to help unbutton the black cardigan she wore. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons as she hurriedly removed the piece, tossing it to the side before reconnecting her lips with Wednesday in a rush— an apology to make up for the lost time with the girl within those few seconds.
‘How desperate’
With the cardigan and the werewolf no longer restricting the goth, Enid guided Wednesday’s arms to her waist, sneakily bringing one hand beneath her sweater. The act alone drove Wednesday insane. She was honoured to be on the receiving end of such privilege. As the psychic ravished the bare skin of the werewolf, drawing circles around her lower back, Enid felt a warmth erupt within her— the touch sending a ripple through her chest. She cupped her palms against Wednesday’s cheeks; the softness of her skin cushioned Enid's calloused hand, bringing much more comfort than she imagined was possible.
Wednesday favoured the cold. But right now, everything burned; both literally and metaphorically. With the closet too warm and small, Wednesday’s skin scorched whenever Enid pressed closer— the werewolf’s body radiating an intense heat like the sun itself. The sensation felt like hellfire blooming beneath her ribs, rapidly melting her resolve.
Rapidly melting her into nothing but an exposed soul with all her vulnerabilities there for the werewolf to see. Scary.
Wednesday had always associated fire with unwelcome destruction. It should’ve frightened her when the raging heat consumed her every being. It should've terrified her when the flames smothered and suffocated her into a sweaty, helpless mess. It should’ve kept her away.
But it didn’t.
She only found herself more and more compelled to never let Enid’s lips go.
And perhaps she realised that the only damnation here was that she wanted to be destroyed by Enid, willingly.
Wednesday believed that Hell, the blistering, hot realm to punish and torture all the wicked, was situated deep beneath the grounds of Earth— or perhaps somewhere entirely new. What was definite though, was that it was a horrible and grim place that tormented evildoers forever with no escape. A place for the ghoulish goth.
Or atleast, that’s what she thought.
But as the flames within the closet engulfed her soul, the blonde needily stealing away all the air that was left in her body, Wednesday second guessed that belief. Perhaps hell wasn't in a different realm. Perhaps it was right here, in the closet space— in her reach the entire time. But why was it so oddly comforting for a sinner like the Addams, who was meant to suffer?
If this was hell, Wednesday would burn in it for all of eternity as long as she could keep kissing the girl she fiercely and loyally loved, Enid Sinclair.
Just when Wednesday was about to explore further up the werewolf’s back to trail her fingers along her scars, Enid broke the kiss; the two girls breathed heavily, a small string of saliva falling. Their foreheads rested against each other as Enid continued cupping Wednesday by her cheeks, admiring the freckles that dusted all over the goth’s face.
‘She’s so pretty’
But Wednesday was getting impatient, wanting to close the distance between them again. The goth gave Enid small pecks on the scars across her cheeks, eyes glittering as she ravished the sight of the beloved werewolf— before the blonde suddenly pushed her away. What the heck?!
Furrowing her eyebrows together in a scowl, Wednesday questioned irritably, “Enid. Why did you stop-“
420 seconds
Wednesday was cut off by a hand slapped against her mouth. She raised her eyebrow in confusion as she stared deeply at the blonde who seemed.. nervous? What-
“Bianca’s coming! I heard the timer go off!” Enid panicked, kneeling up impulsively as her eyes darted around. “She’s walking over! Quick, let's act normal!”
Enid frantically pushed herself off from the girl, before Wednesday pulled her back in by her wrist. The blonde yelped when she collided into Wednesday’s chest without warning, a pair of arms curling around her waist as the goth tugged her closer.
?!
“Wends! What are you-“
“Why should we pretend? We kissed, Enid. I assume everyone was expecting us to,” Wednesday questioned in a matter-of-fact tone, head dipping down to face the blonde as she held onto her tightly. Is she joking?! There was no time to argue when the footsteps belonging to the siren approached menacingly!
“We’ll talk about this later, okay? I swear-“
“Kiss me.”
…
Enid’s heart skipped a beat, her breath hitched as she shot her head up in pure confusion. “What?!”
“You heard me, Enid.”
“But- But Biaca’s on her way?!” Enid stammered, more than flustered at the demand of the psychic. Why now of all times!
Don’t get her wrong, she would’ve been more than delighted to oblige if it wasn’t for the siren’s incoming presence.
“She isn’t here yet, and you rudely disrupted my advances earlier. Make it up to me by kissing me,” Wednesday continued, eyes fixated on the blonde with an unyielding fierceness. The Addams was being dead serious.
But from the way Enid went bug-eyed and tremored slightly, she realised how horrifying her demeanour must’ve been to the girl. So Wednesday softened up and pleaded feebly, even though it pained her to do so. She was never the type to beg, but she figured she could make an exception for Enid.
“…Please?”
Looking at the pale hands that held hers kindly, Enid’s heart raced. A mental fuzziness washed over her from the sincerity of the psychic who gazed upon her with such a forlorn expression. Damn it! Denying and reasoning with the eager girl in front of her would bring them to a dead end; Wednesday would’ve persisted either way. Plus, Enid would be lying if she said she didn’t want to feel the taste of Wednesday’s lips again. How couldn’t she? Kissing Wednesday was all types of pleasant and addictive— it was so hard not to fall in love with the act.
Instead of dragging it out, the werewolf gave in to her desires and kissed Wednesday once more, softly— a contrast to the sloppy kisses they exchanged during their make out. Enid allowed her lips to linger for several seconds before pulling away, reluctant.
She peeked at the goth from lidded eyes uneasily as she awaited for approval, arms resting on her shoulder.
And that’s when she saw it.
Small dimples slowly making their way to the goth’s cheeks again— somehow, Wednesday was struggling to suppress a triumphant smile from the satisfaction she felt seeing the werewolf obey her.
“You’re smiling again?!”
Clearing her throat before turning her lips into a small frown, she coughed out a soft No and released the werewolf from her grasp.
“Assist me with my cardigan. You unbuttoned it, so shouldn’t you-“
“I know! I know!” Enid immediately cut her off.
She rushed to retrieve the piece that laid on the floor, memories of their intimacy flooding in. But with Bianca just moments away from the closet door, she couldn’t afford to get distracted. Sadly, she had to put her daydreaming on hold.
The werewolf gave the cardigan to Wednesday, who only arched a sly brow in response, like putting it on herself wasn’t even an option she considered. Sigh. Enid took the hint and carefully wore the cardigan on the goth, buttoning it up before patting it clean to get rid of any wrinkles.
Wednesday was about to thank the obliging blonde, until the closet doors creaked.
…
‘Shit’
The two girls jerked their heads in the direction of the blinding light source that served more as a flashbang and less as an illuminator; a figure blocking their path. Any attempt to run away was too late now— Bianca was hovering above them like a threatening storm, arms on her hips as she gave a cocky smirk. Oh how badly Wednesday wanted to wipe it off her face.
‘We’re fucking screwed!’
“Well what do we have here?” The siren teased as she stepped closer to the two of them. Enid’s hands were resting on Wednesday’s chest, the two girls suspiciously stuck to each other like puzzle pieces.
Pushing herself away, Enid quickly defended themselves, “Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”
Pointless. Bianca’s seen it all and interpreted their position to be something extremely inadequate. There was no convincing; all roads would’ve brought the blonde to a dead end.
“And what does it look like?”
Enid paused before blurting, “Um, that we were making out or.. y’know, worse?”
‘Oh my fucking god’
This could not have gone worse. Enid really wanted to strangle herself right there and then when she saw the way Bianca’s face gleamed of deviltry. They weren’t even doing anything inappropriate!
…I mean, that was only half true. They did do something and it was wild, but not right now! Enid was merely helping her dear friend wear her cardigan because-
Because she was the one who removed it when they passionately made out and putting it back on for her was the right thing to do. Yeah! Normal friendship stuff.
Sigh.
…Over her dead body, would she explain that to Bianca, knowing that the siren would spread the word around to the entire school like a wildfire; the gossip would never die out and the pre-existing shipping between the pair would’ve only gotten crazier.
“You realise it’s not hard to tell that you guys were making out, right? Wednesday’s lipstick is on your lips and scars,” Bianca said as she pointed to Enid.
‘…What?’
Enid brushed her cheeks, checking her thumb carefully— only to see a faint purple-berry shade surfacing the skin.
‘Wends seriously didn't bother telling me about this?!’
She batted an eye to the girl beside her who said nothing. Judging by Wednesday's lack of reaction to the situation, Enid ruled out the initial suspicion of the psychic accidentally leaving the lipstick stains on her in the heat of the moment. No.
Wednesday’s extremely meticulous and always leaves no room for mistakes. The fact that she didn’t bring up the smearing of her lipstick to Enid could’ve only meant that she wanted others to see what they had done— that Wednesday had marked Enid, which served as a warning that the werewolf was off-limits.
But again, she could just be reading too much into it.. right? They barely had any time to tidy themselves before they were interrupted!
‘Whatever!’
Enid rubbed her skin vigorously, trying to get the stains the goth left off of her. Truthfully, it didn’t bother Wednesday much seeing how desperate Enid was to get rid of her love marks.
…Because she was already scheming for her next move— leaving more lipstick stains on Enid once they were back in the dorm. It would be perfect; nothing and nobody out there to interrupt them.
For now though, Wednesday had to keep herself tamed. She and Bianca silently exchanged glances with one another, watching as the blonde continued wiping away. The siren pitied her and the way she seemed like a nervous wreck ready to explode at any moment.
“Hey, Enid.. I won’t tell anybody about this, okay?” The siren comforted awkwardly.
Enid laughed sarcastically. That was the biggest lie she’d heard all day.
“Pfft, yes you will! You’re literally like Yoko— physically incapable of keeping your mouths shut!”
Bianca shrugged, “Can’t argue with that.. It's true. But I know how much this means to you, so I won’t-“
“And you can be rest assured because the Addams here would contaminate Nevermore’s rivers with toxins just to kill us sirens.” She took a pause before clarifying, “only if I go back on my word, of course!
Wednesday interjected upon hearing the mention of the word kill. “Indeed. Though, I wouldn’t allow you to get away with something as merciful as instant death. Eternal suffering, however, piques my interest.”
Enid looked at them confused. The psychic remained poker-faced while Bianca gave a bright grin, barely fazed by the casual threat.
“My point stands! Let’s get out before the others get suspicious”
Wednesday stood up from where she sat and extended a hand out to Enid, helping the shivering girl to her feet. Bianca watched the way the werewolf gripped Wednesday tightly before letting go and uttering a soft thank you while she concealed a blush.
Tsk, they’re hopeless.
The two girls walked side by side, Bianca ahead as she led them back to the party. As soon as they stepped their feet into the crowded room, the music barely stood a chance against the attention that gravitated towards them.
Yoko and Divina were the first to react— both smirking away insufferably, forming tiny hearts in Enid's direction. Thing flashed a thumbs-up from the snack table with crumbs falling off his fingers, rooting for the both of them while Eugene replicated the gesture with even greater enthusiasm. And of course, Xavier was standing with arms folded, his grin widening mischievously. No words were said, but the look he shot them was rather worrying.. like he knew something they didn’t
Enid’s face flushed instantly. "Sorry to burst your bubble but we didn’t do anything, guys!” she squeaked out, her voice cracking.
Everyone deflated; a collective ‘aww’ along with groans filled the air. Enid and Wednesday parted ways, heading back to their respective seats— until something caught Enid’s attention.
She stopped in her tracks, eyes squinting closely. Across the room, Mateo was hanging his head in shame as he shoved a crumpled $20 bill into Xavier’s hand. The poor boy looked like he’d just lost all dignity and pride, but Xavier couldn’t care less. He smugly pocketed the money, deliberately making sure Mateo would see the action.
He noticed Enid staring and leaned towards her, quietly whispering, “We made a bet on whether you and Wednesday kissed! He thought you guys didn’t, but…” he pointed to her cheeks, “you’ve still got a bit of lipstick left on you, Enid.”
Her stomach dropped. Seriously?!
Then, without warning, the memories of their intimacy crashed right back into her mind; the taste of Wednesday’s lips, the warmth she radiated, the softness of her hands and the closeness they shared— every little detail making her shudder involuntarily. How was she expected to shove them all away when their kiss was unlike any she’s experienced before?
And more importantly, did Wednesday even mean to kiss her, or was the girl simply carried away?
Suddenly overheated and troubled by the thought that their friendship might have been ruined by her provocation, Enid knew she needed a safe haven to flee to before her brain short-circuited. Bile rose up her throat as she turned to Yoko— who eyed her with so much impatience, ready to demand every detail that happened in the closet.
“Yoko! I, um— I’ll go first, okay?” She blurted, already making a beeline for the door.
“What? Where are you-“ Yoko shouted, but the werewolf was long gone.
As her heart pounded furiously while her breath ragged, Enid ran as quick as she could. With the clock inching towards 11PM, the moon hung low and full as it cast an ethereal glow over the silent grounds. There had been far too many close calls where Enid almost crashed into the pillars around Nevermore— four times, if she counted. But it never stopped the werewolf from running.
Get away…
Get away.
Get away!
Enid was too consumed by her spiraling thoughts to even notice the shadow that trailed her footsteps with a noiseless precision— chasing after the blonde in total secrecy.
Slamming the door behind her harsh enough to rattle the items in their dorm, Enid plummeted face-first onto her bed, not even bothering to remove her shoes. She buried her head deep in her pillows to muffle the screams that erupted from her chest.
“Shit! What the hell am I gonna do now?!”
Enid flipped onto her back, hands tightly gripping her head as if she wanted to suppress the memories that endlessly flooded through— but all it did was make them vivid. She remembered it all; the warmth, the love, Wednesday.
Right.
She remembered when Wednesday begged her to kiss her again. When the goth’s lips never wanted to leave hers; when she was just as desperate as Enid was.
“Fuck!”
Enid shot upright so quickly that she almost fell off the bed.
“No. No, no, no, nope! This is so, so bad,” she muttered under her breath, jumping off her bed and immediately pacing back and forth— endlessly, as if she was caught in a trance.
Her state only grew more frantic as the minutes passed by.
‘What if Wednesday’s mad?’
‘Does she hate me?’
‘Did I ruin everything?’
‘Is she regretting it?!’
She bit her thumbnail so hard that her fangs accidentally pierced her skin. Crimson red fluid slowly flowed from the wound, but she couldn’t find it in her to care. It was the least of her concerns.
Enid glanced at the tidied bed that displayed itself on the other side of the room; It was perfect, so perfect— just like Wednesday. Insecurity washed over her as the werewolf realised she was the complete opposite of the goth; messy, too bright, too talkative, too much…
The list went on, almost endless.
And she, Enid Sinclair, kissed Wednesday Addams? She kissed the Wednesday Addams.
How could she?
Her thoughts overpowered all her senses that the girl didn’t even register the knob on the door turning. A calm silhouette stepped inside, shutting the door behind her quietly.
Wednesday’s mood was unreadable. No anger, no annoyance. Her expression was blank and her posture remained rigid; but her fists clenched with tightness as she gazed upon Enid intently—sharp and unwavering, like she instantly knew the werewolf would’ve run straight back to their shared dorm.
“Enid,” Wednesday said, her voice firm. “We need to talk.”
Enid froze mid-pace, instantly snapped out of her spiralling thoughts. Her eyes widened like a startled cat that had just been reprimanded by its owner— ironic, really, considering the girl was a werewolf who had taken down a monster with her bare hands.
“Oh no,” she whispered. “I’m gonna die, aren’t I?”
Wednesday walked to her with slow, purposeful steps. Enid backed up instinctively until her back bumped into the large window that acted as a line barrier for their room. She dropped her gaze to the floor and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for impact. To be honest, the girl didn’t even know what she was so afraid of, but right now, all rationale was gone.
Wednesday blinked. “What are you doing?”
“Hiding,” Enid responded, sounding much more pathetic than she hoped. Oh god.
“You’re hiding in an open space,” Wednesday stated, her tone flat as ever. “A remarkably poor choice on your end.”
“Well, I’m panicking okay, Wends?! My brain stopped working like, ages ago!”
Before Wednesday was given a chance to banter, Enid sprinted to her bedside table and grabbed her phone with shaky hands.
“I’m just gonna- I’m gonna sleep with Yoko, alright? You can have the room to yourself tonight. It’s fine. Everything’s fine!” The werewolf spoke so fast, it made her words sound like complete gibberish.
“Don’t worry about me! I’m good. Totally okay! Yeah, I’ll just call-“
But she barely managed to press the buttons to dial the vampire when Wednesday stepped forward and snatched her phone away, swiftly tossing it onto Enid’s bed— cutting off all contact from Yoko.
“Enid,” she said, her tone resolute. “Stop.”
The one-syllable word made Enid’s breath falter, her chest tightening as a result. Wednesday had broken through the walls she built, leaving nothing but a cracked surface behind it all— all exposed, all bare. It was ridiculous how the psychic, no matter how socially unaware at times, could reach her in places no one else could.
“I can’t, okay?!” Enid yelled, her hands flinging into the air like a madman. “We kissed! We kissed and it’s driving me crazy! I don’t even know if you enjoyed or regretted it-“
“But I sure as heck don’t want you regretting it, Wednesday!” she continued, her voice wobbling as she tried to suppress the tears which threatened to flow out.
At this rate, the blonde could no longer stop herself from pouring her heart out; even if it meant being fully honest to not only Wednesday, but herself.
“You might’ve just kissed me because you’re the type to never back down from a challenge. I know you! So what if that kiss was just part of the game and that it truly meant.. nothing to you?” She sniffled, hoping she didn’t sound crazy for even presuming so.
“But everything felt so real to me, Wends.”
Wednesday’s heart ached painfully at the sight; Enid’s lips trembling, her shoulders slumped. The werewolf looked so utterly defeated.
“Is it wrong that I liked it?” Enid asked in shame, her ears burning a bright red.
Wednesday shook her head but kept silent, wanting to let Enid spill her fears and thoughts without any interruptions. And thankfully, Enid got the message.
“I don’t wanna mess things up,” she whispered shakily. “But I’d be so stupid not to admit that I really, really love you, Wends. Maybe even a little too much.”
“And it’d hurt so bad if you didn’t feel the same because honestly..”
Enid inhaled a breath, composing herself to deliver the raw truth— because even if it were to ruin their friendship, Enid knew she would have little regrets since she consciously chose to take the brave step of putting her feelings out there.
“I think I’ve always been in love with you.”
…
Wednesday didn’t let her speak another word. Not anymore. In a heartbeat, she closed the distance between them and crashed her lips against Enid’s with a force so strong, the impact made Enid stumble back to the edge of her desk. The psychic kissed her with so much desire seeping through that it would leave no room for misinterpretation— that Wednesday in fact, wanted Enid just as badly as Enid wanted her.
Enid gasped into the kiss before melting into it completely, hands desperately finding Wednesday’s jaw to clinch onto. A soft groan escaped her lips as the goth pulled her closer by the waist, firm and intentional. Her touch sent a warm heat down the werewolf’s body, intensifying the fluttering sensation in her chest. Now that Enid was here, Wednesday never wanted to let her go from her grasp.
Only when their chests felt constricted did Wednesday pull away; her forehead resting against Enid’s as they both took a moment to catch their breaths.
Enid blinked, dazed from their kiss that she found herself craving for again. “W-Wednesday..?”
Wednesday cupped Enid’s cheeks, her touch ever-so gentle despite the slight tremor in her voice. “You are painfully oblivious,” she murmured. “I would never kiss you just because, Enid. I kissed you because I wanted to.”
Enid froze in place, her hands no longer lingering on Wednesday’s face. “What?”
“Do not make me repeat.”
Enid pulled away and looked at Wednesday, searching for any signs of insincerity from the goth. That this was all a cruel prank played on her, but no. Wednesday’s words weren’t laced with ingenuity. She meant everything she said— and it didn’t stop there.
“Enid, you have stained my sombre life with every colour in existence. We are two very different individuals.. by all logic, we shouldn’t work.”
“But we do?” Enid answered hopefully.
Wednesday noticed the way the werewolf’s eyes brimmed with tears and gave a courteous nod to push all her doubts aside. “We do.”
Inhaling slowly, Wednesday steadied herself, allowing the words to come out of her naturally even though it was the most vulnerable she’d have to be. She no longer wanted to lock away her feelings in the darkest and deepest corners of her heart. For the first time, Wednesday allowed herself to be unguarded.
“I do not consider it a friendship anomaly, though. As mortifying as it is to admit, you understood me when no one else bothered to— never once judging me, even when I displayed traits and habits that’d make others flee in an instant. You gave me.. things. Your time, your patience, your affection, and your irritatingly heartfelt gifts that you made yourself, even when I did nothing in particular to deserve them.”
Wednesday paused; her pulse throbbed consistently— every beat reminding her how dangerously open she was being.
“But most of all, Enid.. you never faltered. Everything you did was sincere.”
Wednesday lowered her gaze, suddenly overwhelmed by all her honesty. A weight had been lifted off her chest, but somehow, she was finding it difficult to go on. Even so, she persevered, not wanting to waste her chances with the werewolf. She wouldn’t, not anymore.
“I am unfamiliar with typical friendship dynamics, so I can’t distinguish if these acts are ‘normal’ for you. But the thought of you doing such things with someone else,” she inhaled sharply, “…awakens so much fury and jealousy within me.”
A faint tremor escaped along with her exhale. She hated how Enid had so much power over her. Yet, she found herself leaning into her feelings instead of suppressing them.
“It is selfish of me to admit this, but I want you to myself— in a way that crosses the boundaries of ‘best friends’ as you would call me.”
…
Silence crept between the two; only the ticking of the clock handle fought against the eeriness that settled within the room. Neither of the girls moved nor spoke.
Right outside their window, fallen leaves rustled and danced along with the cold winds that stirred them far away. Wednesday would’ve enjoyed the ambience on a typical night— just not when the werewolf was keeping quiet for a painfully long duration.
“Say something, Enid.”
Wednesday’s breath wavered. She turned to face the werewolf, but was greeted with a not-so pleasant surprise; tears glistening in Enid’s eyes..
The next thing she knew, Enid rushed forward and wrapped herself around the goth, a choked cry escaping her lips as her shoulders struggled to keep still. Despite the mascara she wore leaving black streaks on her cheeks, Wednesday thought Enid looked alluring. Not pitiful, but devastatingly perfect— in true Addams fashion.
“That was the sweetest confession ever, Wends.”
Enid pulled away from the psychic, her hands still hooked around the smaller girl’s shoulders. Wednesday wiped away her tears carefully, relieved to see that the werewolf had the brightest grin plastered on her face again.
Before Wednesday could process the sudden sparkle that shimmered in her eyes, Enid leaned forward, her lips brushing against Wednesday’s softly. She smiled into the kiss, absolutely adoring how Wednesday responded with an equal amount of warmth and love.
Without breaking their contact, Enid guided her back until Wednesday’s knees hit the edge of her bed. The psychic let out a quiet exhale, surprised by the sudden sensation, before she was gently pushed onto the mattress. Enid hovered above her as their noses touched— memories of their first kiss flooding back in Wednesday’s mind. They laid in the exact same position as they did in the closet; only this time, there was no playful teasing involved. Oddly enough, Wednesday didn’t mind being trapped by the werewolf. If anything, she longed for it.
“Hey um- you’re okay with this.. right?” Enid asked, suddenly nervous that the goth was uncomfortable by her advances.
“I am.” Wednesday replied immediately to shut down her doubts, but it was obvious she was impatient for her next kiss.
“Don’t stop. Continue.”
Enid obeyed. The blonde kissed her again and again— and she was so sure she could keep the act up forever. Delicate lips tenderly capturing the goth’s in perfect harmony; kissing Wednesday became her favourite hobby. On the other hand, Wednesday was barely able to control herself; the only reason they weren’t making out like before was because she was trying her best to exercise self-restraint. Had she been the one in charge, then the results of their kisses would turn heated and sloppy, leaving the two of them looking like an unsalvageable mess.
But eventually, they separated themselves. Wednesday gave the werewolf pecks on her jaw as her fingers trailed the trajectory of her spine.
“Wends?” Enid whispered, shuddering under her touch.
“Yes, Enid?”
“Can you- um, can we sleep together tonight? Like, on my bed… please?”
Wednesday hesitated for a brief moment; Enid’s side of the room was a stark contrast to the empty, cold and dark atmosphere the goth enjoyed. But with Enid flashing her teary eyes and a dejected pout, Wednesday couldn’t find it in her to deny the vulnerable werewolf. After all, she could always envision herself conceding to all of Enid's requests in a heartbeat, no matter how ridiculous.
So Wednesday prodded the werewolf on her side, getting her to move before she lifted the blanket.
“Get in.”
Enid beamed radiantly and slid under the covers. She curled around her from behind, slipping her arms around Wednesday’s waist. The psychic stiffened; for someone who consistently slept with her arms crossed over her chest like a corpse prepared for its burial, the position was rather… unusual.
It had truly been a long time since she was held like this; her single memory of it occurring when she was five, naively startled by the roaring thunderstorms that pouring night. Ever since her mother pulled her into a warm embrace that Wednesday deemed humiliating, the goth vowed to never let herself be coddled to sleep ever again.
Well, that was until now.
As soon as Enid tightened her hold and closed the small gap between the two, her posture instantly relaxed until her back was resting comfortably against Enid’s chest.
Maybe this wasn’t so bad.
Not even five minutes into their supposed sleep, Enid started getting restless. The jitters in her stomach wouldn’t calm down as adrenaline kept coursing through her body. The werewolf was clearly still processing the entire events that unfolded throughout the night, which had somehow led to her embracing Wednesday Addams in her arms.
Even more shockingly than that, there was no resistance from the psychic.. at all. Wednesday hadn’t moved an inch since she was spooned so Enid presumed that she fell asleep or even… died?! Her chest hadn’t even been rising and falling, and there was barely a pulse from her veins when Enid checked.
‘…Is this normal?’ she second-guessed as she observed the goth’s state in confusion.
No matter how strange the entire Addams family was, surely even they breathed in their sleep, right? Because they’re human beings too… right?!
“Wends?”
No response.
“Hellooo, earth to Wends?” she whisper-yelled.
No response.
“Wends!!!” Enid jabbed her on her hips and hovered above the girl.
Wednesday moved slightly, giving the werewolf a sign that she was still awake. “Yes, Enid?”
“Geez! Why do you sleep so.. still?! I kinda thought you were dead, y’know!”
“I will not apologise for my sleeping habits. You are far worse than I am.”
The werewolf gasped dramatically before giggling. She couldn’t argue with that when it was absolutely true. Instead, Enid nuzzled her nose into the goth’s neck, tangling her legs with Wednesday’s as an attempt to get up and close her personal space. Not that there was any left, to be honest.
“So.. how did you know you had feelings for me, Wends?” Enid nudged, tugging the hem of her shirt when she received no response after several moments.
Wednesday simply sighed and accepted her fate. She knew the werewolf would press further even if she did not answer— such an annoying, little wolf, she is.
“Goody warned me that I was destined to be alone— because the path of a raven is solitary,” she started. “And I preferred it that way, believing how isolation was a reward rather than a punishment.”
Enid listened, lightly rubbing circles on her hand to show Wednesday she was paying attention.
“But after I met you, the idea of solitude became.. insufferable. For the first time, I feared. I loathed the idea of being separated from you. You’ve become the focus of all my thoughts which I can never seem to escape.”
Wednesday swallowed, her face flushed from admission. “… I do not mind it, though. You are all I yearn for, Enid.”
Enid let out a squeal as she kicked her feet in ecstasy. The blonde was so incredibly moved by all the unexpected confessions she managed to squeeze out of the goth. To her, getting Wednesday to be this lovely to her was so much better than any other achievements in her life.
“Oh my god, Wends! For someone who claims she’s bad with words, you’re amazingly good at this!” Enid poked her cheek, giggling loudly.
Wednesday groaned into her pillow. Up until today, the goth was infamous for being blunt. But Enid had discovered a side to her neither of them knew existed; and she was making the most out of it! Being complimented and teased by her felt like a humiliation ritual to the Addams.
“Does this mean you love me? Are we girlfriends now?” Enid chirped in her ear.
Was she seriously asking that?!
Wednesday turned her body to face Enid, giving her the sassiest deadpan stare she’d ever seen. “I thought it was obvious.”
“Maybe in the Wednesday way- Not the Enid way, though! I want to hear you say it.”
“…Must I really?”
“Yes, you really must, Wends! Look at me and say it,” the werewolf teased, intertwining their hands together.
With a hopeful look glittering in Enid’s pupils as she gazed in anticipation, Wednesday instantly regretted turning around. This would’ve been easier if she wasn’t facing the adorable werewolf who pined for her affection. Wednesday really hoped Lucifer would’ve taken her there and then.
But she was foolish to think he’d be so merciful to save her from embarrassment after the devastating number of emotional crises she had throughout the night.
“I..”
In her mind, Wednesday prayed for alternatives. Cardiac arrest? Temporary death? Honestly, anything worked at this point! Anything at all that could’ve prevented her from uttering out the three consecutive words she swore she’d never say.
“…”
Fuck.
“I..”
This is how she dies.
“I love you Enid, so incredibly much.”
“And if being your girlfriend is what you desire,” she added quietly, “then yes. We are.”
Enid’s breath hitched. Her lashes fluttered as she tried to hold back her tears— not from sadness, no, but from overwhelming contentment. Her entire being was engulfed by joy now that the dreams of being Wednesday's one and only girl finally came true. Hearing the words she craved for come out from the goth herself made her feel like bursting.
Wednesday was everything she needed in her life.
“Oh. My. God. You’re so freaking cute!” The werewolf tackled her into a hug, peppering kisses everywhere. Wednesday jolted in surprise when she felt something wet trailing along her jaw— before realising that Enid… licked her?!
“Enid! Are you so undignified that you- Hey, stop that!”
Enid, of course, ignored her protests. Instead, she licked her over and over again before delivering the ultimatum— one bold, quick sweep of her tongue across Wednesday’s lips.
Wednesday blinked. Not once. Not twice. Three whole times. Her bangs were messy out of place, hair disheveled as she breathed heavily.
"You've.. you’ve made a mess of me.”
“What are you gonna do about it? Your threats don’t work on me anymore! I know how much you love me now- and don’t worry, the feeling’s totally mutual!” The werewolf stuck out a tongue, proudly gushing over the sheer amount of power she had over Wednesday.
Wednesday pressed a finger to Enid’s mouth and shushed her. If this was her new life— bound to an affectionately annoying werewolf who loved her so deeply, teased her non-stop and cared for her without complaints, then she would do nothing but embrace it with grace.
“Just kiss me, Enid.”
And so, she did. Their lips moved against one another delicately for hours on end, completely drowning out the world around them until they drifted off to sleep; Wednesday peacefully tucked in Enid’s arms— exactly where she belonged.