Archive of Our Own

“I did not invite you over here.”

“Oh I know,” Bianca says with a smirk, sitting down anyway. “But we need to work on our journalism project.”

Wednesday scowls from across the table in the library. “I will do it on my own.”

Bianca rolls her eyes. “You do know it’s a group project.”

“A form of torture that should be outlawed from every educational institution this side of hell.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you did that Psychology group project with Enid last semester. And I know for a fact you two couldn’t have more different approaches to academics.”

Wednesday fights back the prickle crawling up her neck. “It was simply the most convenient option.”

Bianca snorts. “I dare you to say that to her face.”

The seer’s eyes narrow. “Careful. I’m not the one who needs an A on this project.”

“As if your perfectionist tendencies could handle getting anything less.” The siren waves off the useless threat.

“It’s less of a tendency and more of a trait. Not that you would understand.”

Bianca just tilts her head with a smile. “You know, I never thought I’d say this. But I’m glad Enid convinced you to go to the same university as the rest of us. I would’ve missed these verbal altercations.”

“She didn’t convince me,” Wednesday huffs.

“Right, you were already planning on it anyway.”

“The only thing I’m planning is your murder.”

“You know what you should be planning? How to fix your roommate problem.”

Wednesday frowns, immediately feeling defensive. “There is nothing wrong with Enid.”

Bianca laughs. “Oh I wasn’t saying there is. That was cute though.”

The tips of Wednesday’s ears go red as she grips her pen hard enough for it to start to splinter. “I will chop up your liver and feed it to my family’s lion.”

“So you know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t.”

“Idiocy doesn’t look good on you.”

The siren easily dodges the pen thrown at her eye.

“Deny it all you want. Still doesn’t change the fact that you have a roommate problem,” Bianca says in amusement, glancing at the pen now embedded in the wall behind her.

“I’m not the one who’s about to have a breathing problem,” the seer growls back.

“Ha, see? What would my life be without the empty threats of Wednesday Addams?”

“Probably far more productive, but far more boring.” Enid Sinclair appears by the table and sits down casually. Then turns to her roommate of five years with a wide grin. “Hi.”

Wednesday just gives her a side eye of acknowledgement, still annoyed at the previous conversation.

Enid ignores the strange look she’s grown accustomed to and nods at Bianca. “What are you guys up to?”

“I’m trying to convince Addams to let me do part of our group project.”

“I see it’s going well,” Enid mutters, glancing at the pen still stuck in the wall.

Bianca shrugs. “As well as one could expect.”

The werewolf sighs and turns back to her roommate. “Wends, we’ve talked about this.”

“Have we?” Wednesday finally stops glaring at Bianca to fully look at the girl next to her, and is immediately…perplexed.

Enid is wearing a shirt. Which is fine. Good even. The thing is though, it’s…black. No colorful graphics, no bad literary pun, just black. An article of clothing Wednesday didn’t even know Enid owned. In fact, she’s pretty sure Enid doesn’t actually own it. Which leaves only one other logical, yet highly perplexing conclusion.

The shirt is Wednesday’s.

“Uh, yes, we have!” the wolf insists, snapping the raven out of her confused trance. “You’re supposed to let people help you!”

“I don’t need help,” Wednesday says automatically, still thrown off by the shirt.

Bianca and Enid roll their eyes simultaneously.

“The amount of times Enid has saved your ass alone has to be in double digits,” Bianca retorts. “Nevermind the like five times I’ve helped her with it.”

The seer’s permanent scowl deepens. “Perhaps a school transfer is in order.”

“And people say I’m the dramatic roommate,” Enid grumbles with yet another eye roll.

“Nah, we all say it’s Addams.” Bianca grins at the werewolf.

“Just wait until our next fencing match, Barclay,” Wednesday threatens.

“You’re only proving my point.”

“That isn’t-”

“Wends,” Enid cuts in before they get kicked out of the library for disorderly conduct (again). “Can’t you just let Bianca do some part of the project?”

Wednesday huffs with that signature pout she only gets when called out by a certain werewolf. “Fine. You can do the introduction.”

“Introduction and thesis,” Bianca counters.

“Introduction and photos.”

“Introduction and interviews.”

“Introduction, interviews, and references. Final offer.”

Bianca raises an eyebrow. “You do know you just offered me more work?”

“No one likes doing references.”

“...Fair point.” Bianca sighs. “Offer accepted.”

Wednesday gives a begrudging nod.

“Well as entertaining as that was, I’m gonna go back to the dorm. I have a big Media and Society exam tomorrow.” Enid begins to pack up her books.

“I’ll go with you.” The seer stands up as well.

“See you guys,” Bianca says with a smirk that is far too knowing for Wednesday’s liking.

She vows to choose the most difficult to format references imaginable.

On the walk back to their dorm, Wednesday has time to observe the wolf next to her more closely. The t-shirt Enid is wearing is definitely hers. A simple black one that Wednesday hardly ever uses. Which somehow only makes it that much more confusing.

Despite having lived together for years, the two roommates don’t exactly share their personal items often. Mainly because their tastes are so different. And also because Wednesday generally despises the idea of anyone touching her things. Though Enid had long been an exception to that, even dating back to their first year at Nevermore.

Not that that means anything.

Still, it’s certainly unusual for Enid to just be casually wearing one of Wednesday’s pieces of clothing. Especially without permission, which usually the wolf was big on. Though Wednesday finds she isn’t overly bothered about not being consulted. If anything, the shirt seems better suited to Enid anyway.

Not that that means anything either.

“What?” Enid asks self-consciously, scratching at her arm.

It’s only then that Wednesday realizes she’s been staring the entire time. She was going to ask about the shirt, but suddenly feels too embarrassed to do so. “I was simply considering the next point of contact for my case.”

Enid looks at the seer with mild suspicion. “And?”

“The local police station is due for a visit.”

The wolf snorts. “You mean due for a Wednesday Addams’ critique session.”

The raven doesn’t deny it.

“Just tell me when you go next time, yeah?” Enid says, pushing open the door to their dorm. “Would be nice to get there before they throw you in a cell.”

“That was one time,” Wednesday grumbles.

Enid rolls her eyes fondly. Remembering how exasperating, yet adorable it was to be called into the sheriff’s station to find Wednesday Addams pouting behind bars. “But they’ve threatened you with it dozens of times now.”

“Then they should do better at solving their own cases.”

Wednesday is unpacking her bag when she becomes aware of the uncharacteristic silence and eyes on the back of her head. She turns around to see Enid grinning at her, causing all sorts of neurological malfunctions in her brain.

“What?” Wednesday hates how her voice sounds a tad bit breathless. Especially as Enid takes a step closer and rests a hand on her shoulder. A rare occurrence, even after five years of living together.

“Never change, Wends.”

Enid gives the shoulder a light squeeze before heading into the bathroom. Leaving a mildly flustered seer in her wake.

When she returns, Wednesday is slightly disappointed to see the werewolf has changed back into one of her usual obnoxiously colorful sweaters. The contrast is so sharp that the seer briefly wonders if she imagined the whole black shirt situation. But then Enid very obviously dumps said shirt into the laundry bag.

So not imagined. But also not mentioned.

Curious.

Perhaps Enid simply thought the shirt was her own by mistake.

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“The primary source should come before the secondary source. That’s standard!” Bianca argues.

“But in this case the secondary has a more interesting viewpoint,” Wednesday shoots back.

“How? It’s a secondary!”

“But uses better analysis.”

“That makes no sense-”

“Oh my god! Give a poor vampire a break!” Yoko groans with her head in her hands. She had been listening to the two groupmates bicker for the better part of an hour over this. “You guys are gonna get an A either way. Primary or secondary source first.”

“But this-”

“I swear to god, Addams. If you finish that sentence, I will tell Enid how you held her hand the entire time she was getting her wisdom teeth out.”

Wednesday promptly closes her mouth.

Yoko smirks. “Wow. If I had known it was that easy to get you to shut up I’d have said that hours ago.”

The seer grits her teeth. “I can still tell Divina how I caught you throwing away her shirt.”

Yoko eyebrows shoot up over her sunglasses in horror. “You promised-”

“I did no such thing.”

“That shirt was given to her by the girl she dated previously!”

Wednesday only stares back without sympathy.

“Ugh. Maybe one day you’ll understand if you ever finally tell Enid- OW!” The vampire grips her shin where the seer had just kicked her hard under the table. “What the hell??”

“Hey guys!” Enid comes bounding up, slipping off her headphones. She glances at Bianca laughing, Wednesday glaring, and Yoko holding her leg in pain. “What happened now?”

“Oh…” Yoko hesitates under the deadly stare of the seer across from her and decides not to push her luck. “Nothing.”

Enid rolls her eyes at the obvious lie and turns to her roommate with her hands on her hips. “Wednesday?”

The seer finally looks away from the vampire toward Enid, and very immediately regrets her decision.

Because suddenly she forgets basic biological functions. Like how to maintain a regulated heartbeat. Or form coherent thoughts. Or inhale air properly.

Enid is standing there, hands on her hips, in a tank top. Wednesday’s tank top. A simple black one that rides up ever so slightly at her waistline. That perfectly contrasts the colorful highlights in golden hair. And reveals an amount of lean, muscular arms that Wednesday thinks should be scientifically studied for how distracting they are.

“Well?” the werewolf asks again. Wondering why her usually eloquent roommate has suddenly fallen silent.

Now Yoko is the one kicking Wednesday under the table.

The seer doesn’t flinch at the pain, but gives the vampire the most murderous glare she can conjure. Though it does nothing to wipe the smirks off Yoko and Bianca’s faces.

“I was simply instructing Barclay on the proper way to write this paper,” Wednesday grinds out. Hoping it isn’t too obvious in her tone how dry her mouth is.

“Mhmm, right,” Bianca snickers.

Wednesday kicks the siren for good measure too.

Enid just shakes her head, fully bewildered by everything going on at the table. But she’s learned that she doesn’t always need to be clued in on her friends’ antics. In fact, sometimes it was better not to be. Plausible deniability and all that.

“Wends, do you want to go get dinner at Ricci’s?”

The seer nods her head. Standing up just a bit too quickly. Eager to get away from the insufferable vampire and siren.

“What, we aren’t invited?” Yoko asks slyly.

“Oh, uh…” Enid rubs the back of her neck. Going to Ricci’s was generally her and Wednesday’s thing after Gomez and Morticia had brought them there one time on a visit. “You guys can…”

Yoko waves her hand. “On second thought. You two go. Alone.”

Enid suddenly has the urge to kick the vampire in the shin as well. “Let’s just go, Wednesday.”

The two roommates head out of the library, neither looking at each other. Both fighting back heat on their cheeks. Ignoring the smirks of their friends behind them.

Wednesday is relieved when Enid pulls on a sweater before their outing. Simply because it was a more practical piece of attire for the chilled air. No other reason.

At dinner, she can almost pretend she had never seen the image of the wolf in her tank top. Except when Enid smiles at her across the table in the dim lighting.

Which was the entire time.

As soon as Enid heads for her evening shower back at the dorm, Wednesday pounds on the door to Thing’s house.

The hand scuttles out.

“You have to stop mixing up our laundry!” the seer whisper-yells.

Thing looks taken aback. What?

“Mine and Enid’s,” Wednesday growls. “Stop mixing it up.”

I don’t know what you mean.

Wednesday makes a fist. “Somehow, some of my shirts have ended up with Enid’s, and now she’s wearing them!”

Thing starts laughing heartily, shaking his hand. That wasn’t me.

“Of course it was, who else would it be?” Wednesday huffs.

Hmmm, I don’t know, Thing signs sarcastically, pointing at Enid’s bed.

“Enid has never mixed up our clothing before.”

Maybe she…wants to?
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The seer is annoyed to note she’s fighting back yet another blush on her cheeks. “Don’t be foolish. I’m sure this is just a mistake.”

Sure.

Wednesday slams the door back in the hand’s face.

Enid returns from the shower a few minutes later. Still in a tank top, though mercifully one of her own bright pink ones now. At the very least, the color burned Wednesday’s eyes enough that they didn’t stray to exposed skin this time.

At least…not as much.

“Are you okay?” Enid asks curiously. “I heard you arguing with Thing.”

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Wednesday tries to say evenly.

The wolf supposes that’s true. “Okay, but you’ve been acting…strange today.”

“A bit ironic for you to say,” Wednesday mumbles, thinking of the clothing Enid had apparently just randomly decided to start stealing.

“What?”

“Nothing,” the raven responds hastily, pulling out her cello in an effort to do something to distract from the conversation.

“Uh, okay.” Enid shakes her head and flops on her bed. Not sensing any big secret being kept from her, only more oddness than usual which she can let slide.

Wednesday almost sighs in relief as the subject is dropped.

It was of no consequence anyway. Enid hadn’t said anything about the clothing, which meant only one thing.

It was all just accidental.

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None of it, is in fact, accidental.

Enid knows exactly what she’s doing.

And okay, she’s not overly proud of it. Because she didn’t exactly ask Wednesday about it. But she had been too afraid to.

I mean, how do you just go up to your best friend and say, ‘hey, can I borrow your clothes because my inner wolf thinks you’re my mate and misses your scent’?

Short answer? You don’t.

Long answer? You ignore it for nearly five years and shove down your feelings until your inner wolf goes so stir crazy that you have to start stealing your bestie’s clothes just to retain some semblance of sanity.

So that’s how Enid ends up here. Rummaging through Wednesday’s dresser in the few minutes she has while the seer is in the bathroom. Looking for something that Wednesday wore infrequently enough that she may not even remember she owned it. Hopefully.

She hadn’t been planning on stealing Wednesday’s clothes today. In fact, she hadn’t been planning on it any day. But Wednesday had woken her up with a light nudge to the shoulder this morning. Hair still unbraided, grumbling about how they were going to be late. And suddenly Enid’s wolf had to be near Wednesday.

Enid talked it down from tackling the raven back into bed and kissing her senseless. So they compromised on stealing Wednesday’s clothes. Again. For the third time in as many weeks.

She only hopes her roommate doesn’t notice. So far she hadn’t said anything at least.

A rapid tapping on the desk distracts Enid from her rummaging.

I knew you were stealing her clothes! Thing signs.

The wolf flushes a deep pink. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Thing gives his best incredulous look. So you’re not stealing Wednesday’s clothes because you’re secretly in love with her, but too scared to tell her, so you’re settling for this?

“Uh…no?” Enid squeaks.

And you say Wednesday is a bad liar. Thing rolls his proverbial eyes.

“I didn’t say that! I just said she’s easy to read when you know what to look for and- and you know what?? We’re getting off track.” Enid huffs and finally pulls out a sweatshirt she had rarely seen the seer wear. “You can’t tell Wednesday about this!”

Of course not. I will happily watch you two go around in circles for another five years.

“T-That’s not-we’re not…don’t you have better things to be doing??”

Thing shakes in amusement before hopping off the desk and moving toward the door. You could just tell her, you know. Would solve all your problems.

Enid’s wolf howls in agreement.

“I don’t have any problems!” Enid shouts at both the hand and her inner wolf.

Right. I can see that.

“Just leave!” Enid points at the door wildly.

Thing scuttles out.

“Ugh!” The werewolf groans to herself before throwing the black sweatshirt over her head. Instantly her nerves are soothed by the familiar scent of ink and fresh mud. Only Wednesday freaking Addams could make the smell of wet dirt so attractive.

The bathroom door opens.

The wolf can feel the raven’s stare without even having to look over.

“You were arguing with Thing,” Wednesday says bluntly.

“Uh, yeah. I mean, no! I mean…it was just a slight misunderstanding.”

“That is unusual for you two.”

“Well, happens to the best of us. Ready to go to class?” Enid rushes to do anything to distract from the current subject at hand.

Wednesday just stands there, continuing to watch the wolf like a lab rat under a microscope.

And okay, Enid will admit, it’s not her best bluff by any means. But it’s not like she has anything that bad to hide and- oh who is she kidding? She’s totally screwed. Wednesday is definitely going to call her out. If not about Thing, then about the sweatshirt she’s currently wearing that very obviously belongs to the seer, even if she hardly ever wears it.

“W-Wends-” the werewolf opens her mouth to try to explain, but is cut off.

“Let’s go. We’re going to be late.”

Wednesday waltzes out the door without so much as a look back.

Enid frowns in confusion, unsure if she’s relieved or disappointed that her roommate hadn’t said anything about the sweatshirt.

Did Wednesday not notice? Did she not care? Did she think Enid looked bad in it?

Not questions Enid was going to get answers to now apparently. Because a quick look at her watch tells her they’re definitely going to be late to class.

She shakes her head and hurries down the hall after her roommate until they’re walking side by side. Shoulders brushing just a tad bit more than usual.

All the while, shoving down her inner wolf’s desire to reach out and grasp Wednesday’s hand.

Or maybe that’s simply her own desire.

Enid can’t really tell anymore.

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Wednesday considers herself an intelligent creature. A highly intelligent one to be honest. But she cannot, for the life of her, figure out why Enid keeps stealing her clothes.

She’s gone through all the options numerous times in her head.

Enid had run out of laundry? Nearly impossible given the sheer volume of clothes the werewolf has.

Enid liked the look of Wednesday’s clothes better? Highly unlikely given the wolf’s proclivity for color.

Enid was suddenly engaging in some sort of unknown friendship/roommate trend of sharing clothing? Even more unlikely considering they’d lived together for five years without this occurrence, and Enid surely would have mentioned such a ritual beforehand.

There was also the matter of the other small changes as well. Enid squeezing her hand before they went their separate ways to class. Or falling asleep using Wednesday’s sweatshirt as a pillow.

All of which pointed toward one final, impossible option.

Enid was trying to hint at something deeper between them. Something beyond just friendship.

Yet that is where the problem lies. Because no matter how much Wednesday wishes for it to be true, it was the least likely of all scenarios.

And so, here Wednesday sits. Watching the werewolf across the dinner table rambling loudly to Yoko and Divina about the latest gossip. Wearing Wednesday’s favorite black vest. As if the raven hadn’t worn it herself just the day before.

Not that the actual stealing of the vest is the issue. It still looked inexplicably (annoyingly) better on Enid anyway. But she still cannot figure out the underlying reason for it.

It had started off harmless enough, with simple shirts that Wednesday hardly ever wore. But recently Enid had been stealing more and more of her everyday attire. As if it was something they had always done. As if the wolf didn’t think Wednesday noticed.

“Take a picture, it will last longer,” Bianca mumbles teasingly under her breath.

Wednesday’s eyes snap over to glare at the siren before glancing back at Enid, relieved to see that the wolf didn’t seem to have heard the comment. Still deeply engrossed with her conversation with Yoko and Divina.

“I have some iodine in my pocket that would go well with your meal, Barclay.”

“Ha. That still doesn’t take away from the fact that Enid’s wearing your vest. In fact, she’s been wearing a lot of black recently. Does that mean you two-”

Wednesday presses her steak knife into the siren’s side. “Say another word and I stab.”

“So no.”

“There’s still time for me to sabotage our project.”

The siren snorts. “Please, as if I haven’t made backups. Because unlike you, I use 21st century technology.”

“Nothing a fire couldn’t handle,” Wednesday says ominously.

“A fire won’t cure your roommate problem.”

“I don’t have a roommate problem,” the seer hisses.

“Right, and the sky isn’t blue.”

Enid looks over and smiles at Wednesday before she can make good on burying her knife in Bianca’s gut.

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Two weeks later, it finally becomes incredibly clear that Wednesday does, in fact, have a roommate problem.

It starts with Wednesday waiting outside the dance studio for Enid after practice as she does every Thursday.

The werewolf comes out wearing a casual outfit. Grey sweatpants and a white tank top.

Typical? Yes. Distracting? Only slightly. (Though Wednesday insists this only has to do with the impractical tightness of the tank top and nothing else). A problem? No.

No, the problem only arises when Enid stops and pulls out an additional article of clothing from her bag.

A jacket.

A leather jacket.

Wednesday’s leather jacket.

With the word Addams embroidered on the sleeve.

Which Enid throws over her shoulders so casually that Wednesday wonders if she somehow blacked out and forgot some major life event. Like getting down on one knee and proposing. Because surely that is the only possible explanation for this.

Enid must already be her wife.

Bound to her for eternity.

Just as Wednesday always pictured it.

…Except that she’s not.

There’s no ring on the wolf’s left hand, despite the black nail polish on the ring finger. And Wednesday is sure that she has not yet dug their shared grave on her family’s estate, though she has every intention of doing so in the future.

Which means only one thing.

Wednesday Addams has a huge roommate problem.

Currently manifesting itself as her just flat out ogling Enid Sinclair as she packs up her bag.

Because leather jackets to Wednesday were purely meant to be functional. To protect from the elements, and road burns, and perhaps the occasional poisonous dart.

They were never, ever, meant to look that good on someone.

“Ready?” Enid asks with a smile, oblivious to the existential crisis she’s causing in her roommate.

Wednesday doesn’t trust herself to speak. She hardly even trusts herself to breathe. For fear it may give away her incredible obsession with the wolf in front of her that had been building for the better part of five years.

So all she can do is turn on her heel and begin to walk back toward their dorm. Vowing to add three more citations to the project just to spite Bianca for this turn of events.

Enid frowns as she watches the seer stalk off. Her wolf had been growing more and more desperate lately with each passing article of clothing she stole. She hoped the jacket would do the trick. Because even Wednesday Addams had to know what that meant, right?

Apparently not.

She sighs as she trudges after her roommate. Guess she’ll just have to spell it out for Wednesday.

Maybe in another five years.

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It only takes five days.

Sort of.

More like, it takes five days for Enid’s own game to fully bite her in the ass.

And then some.

“Ugh, you’ll never believe what happened in Modern Lit I was-”

Enid drops the large iced coffee she’s holding.

It splatters on the floor, coating her pant leg. Soaking into her socks.

But she doesn’t notice at all.

Because there stands Wednesday Addams. Arms crossed. Leaning against her desk. Staring expectantly.

Wearing Enid’s sweatshirt.

A blue and pink tie-dye one.

With black jeans and a raven pendant around her neck.

The only thing that saves Enid from the embarrassment of pressing Wednesday up against the desk and mapping the seer’s mouth with her tongue is the embarrassment of her slipping in the coffee she just spilled.

Enid groans as she lands on the floor. Almost relieved the fall had at least knocked some slightly more appropriate thoughts into her head.

She looks up to see Wednesday still just standing there. Arms crossed. Head tilted. Eyes sparkling with amusement.

Which does nothing for those appropriate thoughts Enid is desperately trying to hold onto.

“W-Wends, what are you doing?” the wolf stutters as she pulls herself up from the ground, grabbing a towel to drop on the coffee spill just to give herself something to do.

Wednesday only raises an eyebrow. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“This!” Enid moves closer to the seer and gestures wildly at her whole appearance. “Did we somehow swap bodies again and I didn’t notice?”

“That would take a level of obliviousness I don’t think even you can achieve.”

“You’re one to talk,” Enid grumbles. As if anything could be more obvious than wearing a jacket with the word Addams literally embroidered on it.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. What are you doing??” Enid repeats again. Firmer this time. Getting more annoyed as the shock of everything wears off. Because this has to be something, right?

If it’s not, Enid may just strangle the seer. Or beg her to marry her. Tossup really.

“I think the better question is, what are you doing?” Wednesday challenges.

The wolf frowns and looks around the room. “Uh, standing here with coffee stains on my pants?”

“In my jacket.”

“What? No, I’m-” Enid’s eyes go wide as she glances down at herself. It’s true. She’s wearing the leather jacket again, and hadn’t even realized it. It was like a reflex at this point. Easily her favorite article of clothing of her roommate. Not that that’s…a thing.

Wednesday just gives a classic, unimpressed stare.

“S-Sorry…” Enid mumbles, moving to take the jacket off.

A firm hand grabs the side of it, holding it in place.

“Answer the question,” Wednesday says in a low tone. “What are you doing?”

Enid swallows at the seer’s proximity. At the dizzying smell of ink and mud. At the brown eyes burning into her soul.

Everything bubbles to the surface.

“I’m sorry!!”

In her surprise at the outburst, Wednesday lets go of the jacket. Allowing for the wolf to start to pace the floor in front of her.

“I didn’t mean for it to go this far! I-I just…my wolf…”

“Your wolf?” Wednesday asks in confusion.

“Yes! It’s been going stir crazy recently.” Enid looks up desperately, hoping that somehow explained everything without her having to go on further.

“Stir crazy.”

Okay so maybe it didn’t explain everything.

“Y-Yeah like making it hard for me to concentrate.”

“I fail to see how that has anything to do with you wearing my clothing on an increasingly regular basis.”

Enid’s jaw drops to the floor. “You noticed this entire time??”

“I am not visually impaired,” the seer says bluntly.

“But you never said anything about it!”

“Neither did you.”

Wednesday’s eyes silently plead with the girl in front of her. Because for the last five days, she had been running her calculations again. Countless times. Each time only landing on one conclusion. The most unlikely one. But the one she so desperately hoped for. So desperately wanted the wolf to just say.

Enid fiddles with the jacket sleeve nervously. “B-Because I…”

“You…?”

“Was scared!”

“To ask to borrow my clothing?”

“No! I mean, yes…kinda?”

“Enid.”

“Okay! Okay.” Enid takes a deep breath. Trying in vain to calm her racing heartbeat, and not think about how the ensuing conversation may just dictate the rest of her life. “The truth is…my wolf kinda just…wanted your scent.”

“My scent.”

“Are you just going to keep repeating back everything I’m saying?” Enid huffs in frustration and embarrassment.

Wednesday struggles to maintain a neutral expression, feeling both terrified and exhilarated that her hypothesis is looking more and more plausible. “Why did your wolf want my scent?”

“Because!”

“Because?”

Enid throws her hands up. “What did I just say about repeating back what I’m saying!”

“Well if you’d just answer the question-”

Oh this fucking-

“Because it thinks you’re my mate, Wednesday!”

The words echo around the dorm room before completely dying out. Leaving them in total silence aside from the music blasting seven doors down the hall.

Wednesday can only stare in shock as all of the implausible fantasies she had conjured in her mind over the years suddenly become a possibility.

Mate.

That was even better than what she had dared to hope.

“It…thinks?” Wednesday asks softly.

Enid lets out a defeated sigh. No point in trying to shove the cat back in the bag now. “Yeah.”

The raven takes a half step closer. “And what do you think, Enid?”

The wolf’s eyes flicker at the question. “I-I…I don’t know.”

“And you say I’m a bad liar.”

“You are.”

“Enid.”

“Fine! You want to know what I think?” Enid runs her hand through her hair in frustration. “I think my wolf is right, okay? I mean, it’s certainly been nagging me long enough about it!”

Wednesday tilts her head. “So you’ve only been doing this because of your wolf.”

“What? No!”

“Well you’ve yet to offer any other explanation-”

“Oh my god! I know it’s right, Wednesday! I know it’s right because I’m in love with you. Me! Enid Sinclair! The human. Is in love with you, Wednesday Addams. I fell in love with you long before my wolf ever decided for me. Is that what you wanted to hear??”

“Yes.”

Before Enid can conjure a retort to the infuriating response, Wednesday is grabbing the collar of her jacket and pulling her in for a bruising kiss. Mouths and teeth crashing with inevitable force that knocks the breath from both of their lungs.

Until it mellows out just enough for Wednesday to run her tongue over pink lips.

Just enough for Enid to turn it feral again.

A growl escapes the wolf’s throat as she grabs the raven by her hips and lifts her onto the desk. Pressing closer to win their fight for dominance.

Enid’s hands are on the sweatshirt next. Her sweatshirt. Grabbing at the drawstrings, the pockets, the sleeves. Anything to mark Wednesday as hers.

Eventually her fingers grasp at the hem. Slipping under ever so slightly to run along smooth skin.

Well actually, not very smooth.

“Shit!”

Enid breaks the kiss with a loud smack.

“You’re breaking out!”

“It’s fine,” Wednesday huffs, trying to tug the wolf back in.

“No it’s not!” Enid exclaims, even as she whines against insistent cool lips.

“I took my medicine earlier. It will kick in soon.”

“I swear if you’re lying,” Enid mumbles between urgent kisses.

“You’ll what?”

“Tear this sweatshirt off you,” the wolf all but growls in the raven’s ear. Tailing a fiery path of kisses up her jaw.

Now Wednesday wishes she was lying.

Their lips meet again fervently. Desperately.

Almost as if they’d spent five years waiting for this moment.

“You’re so…” Enid takes in a gasping breath, feeling overwhelmed by her wolf’s excitement and the relief of finally having her mate this close.

“So…?”

“Annoying.”

Enid cups Wednesday’s face in a desperate effort to wipe the smirk off dark lips. Pleased that she does so quite successfully with only a few swipes of her tongue.

When the kiss finally slows, Enid pulls back with a blissful smile on her face. “My wolf really is happy.”

Wednesday raises an eyebrow. “Only your wolf?”

Enid rests their foreheads together. “I’m really happy too.”

Wednesday’s eyes soften, and she reaches up to trace along the scars on the werewolf’s cheek. “The feeling is incredibly mutual.”

“Yeah?”

A nod.

“You’re not freaked out that my wolf thinks we’re mates?” Enid asks anxiously.

“On the contrary, I would have been more disturbed if it thought anything otherwise.”

“God, I love you.” Enid leans in for another kiss, inner wolf rejoicing as Wednesday deepens it. Knowing that it represented reciprocation and acceptance. When the wolf pulls back again, her eyes are almost hazy with affection. “And I still can’t believe you’re wearing my sweatshirt.”

“It only seemed fair given the amount of my clothes you’ve stolen the last several weeks.”

“Yeah, but it’s not fair you look better in my clothes than I do.”

“As if you are not guilty of the same,” the seer mumbles shyly.

Enid grins wolfishly. “Does that mean you like me in your clothes?”

Wednesday only tugs on the leather jacket again.

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“Finally,” Bianca sighs as she sits down.

Wednesday scowls. “What?”

“You fixed your roommate problem.”

The seer frowns in confusion. Had Enid already told their friends? Not that it really bothered her, it was just…fast.

Bianca smirks. “Stop overthinking it. You have lipstick on your neck.”

Wednesday quickly reaches up and wipes at her neck. Sure enough, red lipstick appears on her fingertips.

She was going to kill her mate.

Or Bianca.

Or both.

“I’m adding more references to the project."

“Way ahead of you, Addams.”