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(Writing Tickletober fics is hard but I still wanna participate!)
Sweater Stuck
Characters: Lee! Enid, Ler! Wednesday
Tickletober Day 1: Anticipation
Summary: Enid gets stuck in one of her sweaters but luckily Wednesday is there to..encourage her out.
Warnings: None, just fluffy tickles!
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‘Enid.’ Wednesday said firmly, her eyes locked intensely on her roommate.
‘…yeah?’ Came said roommate’s meek reply.
‘Do you need some help getting out of that hideous splash of colour?’
‘…maybe.’
Being back at Nevermore after Summer break was taking a lot of time to adjust. Of course, the two utterly contrasting roommates had kept in touch throughout the holidays in their own unique ways. Though when they came back, it was like they had never left, apart from an overexcited ‘welcome back’ huh from Enid that the goth girl was still getting used to.
There were a couple of things that had changed though, Enid had a growth spurt, making her even taller then Wednesday (something she had not shut up about since it happened), but she still insisted on bringing some of her old clothes. Her favourite of which was an orange and yellow sweater, the blonde practically only wore it while inside the dorm room, it reminded her of meeting Wednesday for the first time. Plus it looked cute, Enid couldn’t go back without it, even if wearing it now was more of a tight squeeze.
When the silence of night crept onto Nevermore Academy, Enid had intended on getting changed and going to sleep. Key word being intended, the sweater had gotten stuck at her elbows, forcing them in awkward pointing up pose. The collar of the sweater was covering half of the girl’s face, looking more like a mask as it left her eyes poking out, along with her dyed hair flowing around the sides of it.
Enid glanced upwards at Wednesday took silent steps towards her, taking a seat next to her before casually and wordlessly pulling her into her lap. The girl’s lips curled in on themselves, glancing up at her still faced roommate with a look of adoration, but also confusion.
‘Okay, you know I love your attention, but is now really the time?’
Enid whined, flapping her arms about from the inside of her fabric prison. Wednesday just looked down at her, her eyes a little more alive then usual, while one of her arms locked itself around Enid’s waist, firmly yet not forceful.
‘I am getting you out, you just need to be patient and trust my process.’
Enid spluttered a bit at Wednesday’s response, it was hard to tell what Wednesday was doing or thinking about normally, but now she had to think while getting affection from the girl? That just made her more confusing! Enid did take her advice to heart though, sitting with her knees crossed, keeping an eye on Wednesday’s hand, which gently pressed itself against her tummy, covered by a thin blue T-shirt.
‘Okay, you know, you can just explain what your do-hihihahang!!’
Enid yelped loudly, biting her tongue as she felt Wednesday’s cold hand press against her, unmoving for now.
‘Alright then, I’m going to tickle you like Hell until you squirm yourself out of there.’
The goth girl responded, coldly and flatly, yet there was some amusement in her eyes. Barely giving Enid a chance to take her words in, her black painted nails began scribbling and clawing all over her girlfriend’s tummy. Enid gasped quietly, her eyes widening in some mix of shock and longing before throwing her body back into Wednesday’s, buckling around against the girl’s arms. Enid’s legs kicked and kicked and kicked, unable to sit still as her socked heels constantly tapped against the bed frame, all while she howled with laughter.
‘W-wehehehehendsday!! Nahahahaahahaha!!’
This wasn’t the first time Enid had been the victim of Wednesday’s tickling attacks, yet they always caught her so off guard. They were so random that the only reason for it was a genuine love for tickling her girlfriend, which lead Enid to appreciate them every time she got them. That didn’t stop all her squirming and her giggly ‘nahahaha’s and ‘stahahahahp’s, Enid was one determined squirmy, something Wednesday constantly had to work around by pinning her down, though Enid had already done that job for her.
Although as soon as the tickling began, it stopped; Enid began wordlessly panting for breath, staring up at Wednesday’s face, then those Damm hands, and then those sharp, dark nails, resting on the fabric of her T-shirt.Wednesday could see the confusion written all over her girlfriend’s face and spoke,
‘Think of it like having hiccups. You have to be scared to remove them, and it has to be genuine. If I wanna squirm you out of this jumper, I have to surprise you, let you rest for a little bit and then head right back to-scribbling my nails all over your stomach!’
Wednesday spoke slow at first, letting Enid hang on to her every word as her nails shifted ever so slightly, leading to the werewolf staring down at them with an intense look of anticipation. Then at the end, she practically sprung to life,heading straight back to sinking her nails right down into Enid’s stomach before wriggling then around against her apparently sensitive skin.
‘T-thahahahahaht’s meahahahahaahn!’
Enid screeched though it was working. Her arms were wriggling down her tight sweater, albeit slowly in a desperate attempt to protect her waist which was practically on display for Wednesday’s ravenous nails.
‘Oh? I’m mean?’
Wednesday said, her tone becoming a little more threatening as she pinched the corner of Enid’s T-shirt, beginning to role it up so her belly was bare. Enid squeaked, glad her blush was covered by her sweater as she began squirming around even more. Wednesday kept a tight hold on her and leaned closer to her ear, whispering,
‘Then how about I show you how mean I can be?’
The girl chuckled a little to herself, before pressing both her hands right up against Enid’s sides and squeezing over and over again. She never stayed in one spot for too long though, Wednesday’s hands would slide up and down her sides, occasionally going to Enid’s hips and sometimes prodding at those sensitive little spots between her ribs. Though, those black nails started getting even meaner as they found themselves crawling all the way up to Enid’s armpits, who still had her arms trapped above her head.
‘WaiahaAHAHAahaht!! Nahahahat thehaahahaahahe!!’
Enid suddenly begged, wriggling about and bouncing around on Wednesday’s lap as much as she could, which was basically nothing.
‘Shh, it’s only a bit of tickling, you can handle it.’
Wednesday told her, before slowly tracing her nails around the girl’s armpits, not giving her a break from the anticipation. Her nails then came crashing down into those ticklish hollows, tickling and scratching against them like her life depended on it.
‘NAHAHAHAHAHAHA, WEHEHEHEENDSDAY, PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!!!’
Enid howled with laughter, her whole body being one squirming mess at this point. Eventually in a desperate attempt to break away from her girlfriend’s tormenting hands, she forced her arms right through the arm holes in her sweater, slipping right of it with a sense of victory knowing Wednesday was done with tickling her. She took a couple moments to catch her breath, while her girlfriend casually fixed her hair, messy from all the squirming and the tight collar of her colourful jumper.
‘Great, now that that’s out of the way, I can get to actually tickling you.’
What?!’
‘Oh, you didn’t think I’d just stop there, did you? No, no, I have a whole summer of tickling I need to make up to you, of course. So let’s so how much you can take.’
‘WEHEHEHEHEHNDSDAY!!!’
#sfw tickling community#tickle fic#tickle content#wednesday tickle#ler! wednesday#ler wednesday#lee enid#lee! enid#ticklish Enid#tickletober 2023#augtickletober2023
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Old sketch of Wednesday and Enid. My god is that AND THE MATERIAL OF THESE TWO OF TK WHERE IS IT AAAAAAAAAAAA
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From Pain to Laughter
Summary: Wednesday is in pain after fencing so Enid offers to give her a massage and discovers that her roommate is pretty ticklish
“Are you still in pain?” Enid asked.
Wednesday had hurt her back during fencing, but absolutely refused to see the nurse or let anyone know. Enid wouldn’t have known if Thing hadn’t tipped her off, much to her roomie’s disgruntlement.
“Yes,” Wednesday grumbled, half her face buried in her pillow.
“Wens, you should really see the nurse-”
“No.”
“But-” Enid was cut off.
“I don’t need to. I’m fine.”
Enid squawked in disagreement. “You’re totally not! You never lay down except for bed and you haven’t used your typewriter all day . Is this about Bianca?”
Wednesday didn’t want Coach Vlad to find out because then, inevitably, Bianca would too and she could simply not handle the humiliation of the siren finding out about a weak spot.
“You’re in pain,” Enid tried again when Wednesday didn’t say anything. “You should at least get some pills for it.”
“No.”
Enid groaned. Why did Wednesday have to be so stubborn?
She thought back to when her brother got hurt playing football with the rest of their cousins during a family reunion. He’d gone to get a massage because his upper back hurt that much. Maybe that would work for Wednesday too. Except she didn’t let anyone touch her.
But maybe -
“Can I give you a massage?” The question must have surprised Wednesday. She didn’t immediately refuse.
“What did you just ask me?”
“Can I give you a massage?” Enid repeated herself slowly, now wondering if this was a bad idea. “It'll make you feel better. My brother got one and it helped him.”
“And you believe I will allow you to do the same to me?”
Enid shrugged, despite her roommate not being able to see it. “I’m just trying to help, Wednesday.”
“I don’t need your help.”
Enid pouted. “Please? I really think it’ll help and you should do something if you won’t go see the nurse.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes. “If you insist then fine . But I don’t think it will do anything.”
Enid smiled victoriously. She climbed on the bed, pausing when she realized she was going to have to straddle her in order to be stabilized. “Don’t get mad,” she warned and Wednesday scoffed at her for this. “But I gotta...” She trailed off, sitting on the back of her thighs but keeping it light incase Wednesday reacted badly.
“ Enid .”
“Sorry,” Enid said quickly. “But I can’t get you as well from the side.”
The goth girl growled. “You are lucky I am allowing this.”
“Lucky? This is for you .”
“Get on with it,” Wednesday ordered, ignoring that last remark.
Enid glanced over at Thing, who was on the other side of Wednesday’s bed. “She’s so bossy today.”
Thing agreed.
“Is it okay to go under your shirt?” Enid asked, not wanting to just assume.
“If you must.”
Enid started off near her waist, digging her fingers into the skin. Slowly, she worked her way up and then went back down. To tell the truth, it was her first time doing it so she wasn’t really sure if she was doing it right but it didn’t seem that hard. And Wednesday wasn’t complaining or stopping her so it must have meant something .
At least, she thought until she felt Wednesday jerk underneath her.
“What’s wrong?” Enid frowned in concern.
“Nothing...”
“Okay,” Enid didn’t believe her but continued on, keeping her movements slow and her gaze on Wednesday in concentration.
Wednesday had to have been lying to her. The longer this lasted, the more she seemed to...squirm?
“What the-” Enid’s brain caught up to her a minute later. She grinned in delight. “Are you ticklish, Wednesday?”
“No,” her voice was muffled by the sheets.
“Wednesday, you totally are!”
“Do what you intended to and stop talking!” Her roommate sounded embarrassed.
Oh, that was how she was gonna be, huh? Enid did as she was told, for like a minute.
Then she let her hands slide down closer to where the goth girl’s stomach was, lightly tickling her there. She was encouraged by the snort she heard from Wednesday to keep going, skittering her fingers back up to where her ribs were, repeating this motion a few times.
“Ehnidid!”
“Yes?” Enid said innocently, biting her cheek to keep from giggling herself.
“Sthapahp!” Wednesday was effectively pinned down and could not flop to get away.
“Aw, but you need this, Wens! Look at you, someone’s got the giggles,” Enid teased.
“I’m nhohoot!”
“You’re not?” Enid tested this, letting her nails scratch up and down her sides a couple of times. She was victorious when Wednesday actually squealed .
“Sthohop!”
Enid switched spots, getting both of her armpits at the same time. Wednesday’s laughter got louder and she tried to clamp her arms down to stop it but that only trapped Enid’s there, doing nothing to get them away.
“Sorry, Wens, but the tickle monster’s got youuu!” Enid snickered at seeing her normally stoic roommate giggling her head off.
A few noises escaped Wednesday. She was trying to keep her mouth shut so no more laughter would spill out. Hempf . Well, that couldn’t happen.
“Thing, help me!” Enid called.
The disembodied hand was there in a flash, crawling up Wednesday’s side and up through her shirt like a spider. Her roommate’s laughter was belting out again, louder now that she was getting tickled in two places.
Wednesday tried to move, squirming wildly to get away but Enid’s weight on the back of her prevented this. She was rendered helpless, forced to endure the tickling.
“I didn’t know you were so ticklish!” Enid exclaimed. This would totally be some great payback whenever Wednesday got too mouthy with her.
“Ghehet off!” Wednesday cried through her laughter.
“Nope!” Enid declared. Wednesday moved her arms up to get away from her nails, just enough to give the blonde access to the entirety of her underarms. The Addams girl shrieked. Face pressed into her mattress, she laughed into it, no longer trying to resist.
Enid wouldn’t keep this up forever. She did let up after another minute or so. Thing stopped too, scuttling back to the end of the bed.
Her roommate laid there, panting.
“Did that help?” Enid asked cheerfully.
Wednesday turned over, shooting them dark looks. “ Never tickle me again.”
Enid couldn’t help but smirk. She was totally gonna do it again.
#tickle fic#tickling#wednesday tickle#wednesday tickles#wednesday addams#wednesday netflix#enid sinclair#thing addams#lee! wednesday#lee wednesday#ticklish wednesday#wednesday and enid
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When Wednesday tickles Enid
Wednesday once tickled Enid at the park and she couldn't stop laughing. It was so much fun.
Later
Wednesday once tickled Enid on a walk and she was so embarrassed. But she just laughed harder and couldn't stop.
Later
Wednesday once tickled Enid at the zoo and she laughed so hard she fell down. But she just got up and kept laughing.
Later
And Enid went back to the zoo and she wanted to play with the animals.
Later
Wednesday once tickled Enid in there dorm and she was so embarrassed. But she kept laughing harder and couldn't stop. And Enid started to cry because she was so happy. Enid had been so happy when Wednesday tickled her.
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Enid (In Werewolf form) tickles Wednesday
Summary: Wednesday takes a walk in the nearby woods at night, but stumbles upon Enid and some unpredictable events ahead.
Warning: Tickles, Fluff, Really short.
Ler! Enid, Lee! Wednesday.
Wednesday was enjoying her walk in the woods and begins to enjoy it a bit more when Enid shows up "Oh, hi Enid." Wednesday said. She didn't find it surprising. After all Enid did wolf out on this night. She was just hoping that Enid wouldn't mistake her best friend as a tasty snack. Lucky for both of them, she didn't.
After some more time passed Enid began cuddling with Wednesday and doing other various things that Wednesday either loved or hated. But the thing that really surprised her is when Enid began licking Wednesday, making the goth girl jump at the sudden touch and snort while moving away.
After some time Enid remembered how ticklish Wednesday was, and that's probably why she was jumping and moving so much. So Enid just decided to dig her big cold werewolf nose into Wednesday's pale ticklish stomach. "Hahaha!!" Wednesday laughed as the strong, tickly sensation kept smearing throughout her whole body. "Haha! Enid stop!"
After hearing Wednesday's pleading for a long time now Enid started slowing a little bit, making Wednesday try and use the opportunity to push Enid off, but failing miserably in the process. No wonder she couldn't do it. Enid was bigger than her in general, not just as a Werewolf, but also as a person. So it wasn't to surprising to see that she couldn't exactly do it. Sorry Wednesday.
Eventually Enid saw that Wednesday was about to pass out, pee her pants, die, or in other words just close to her breaking point. So Enid stopped tickling Wednesday and continued on her hunt.
The next day where both of them woke up on their own bed in their shared dorm, Enid ran up to Wednesday excitedly and said in that adorable sing song voice. "I loved the tickle fest we had last night!" But Wednesday wasn't having that. But she was having this. "Come here Enid!" Wednesday said.
"What are you doing? Go away!"
Wednesday and Enid:
#wednesday#wednesday addams#enid#enid sinclair#emma myers#jenna ortega#Wednesday tickle#wednesday tickles#Ler! Enid#Lee! Wednesday
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I wrote this the morning after I watched ep4 😭
Characters: Wednesday!switch, enid!switch
Warnings: tickles and mention of gothic things
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“Wednesday..” enid called “what” as always Wednesday responded coldly. “I just wondered, why do you always act as if you care about nothing?” Wednesday was sat at her type writer. Taping at the keys, putting her thoughts and feelings.. well maybe not feelings but all of her dark twisted thoughts into words. “I do care about things. Revenge, death and torture” Wednesday replied, again showing no emotion. Enid screwed her face up “that’s.. not normal” she tried to gather her words without sounding to disrespectful. “Glad you noticed” Wednesday replied, not even tinting to look at her. Continuing to type.
“Come onnn! There has to be something huma- I mean, normal! About you” enid corrected and that’s when Wednesday turned around to look at enid, clearly not impressed. “nope, now will you do me the curtesy of being quite. It’s my writing time and you are distracting me” Wednesday turned back around “oh, sorry” enid said with a slight smile on her face. She then flopped back on her bed, thinking. Thinking of all the human things that her friends did to her that made her feel like she wasn’t just an outcast, made her feel some what normal. Play fights! no.. Wednesday would definitely win. To scary. Hugs? No. Wednesday isn’t a hugger. Tickling!…. Wait, that could work she thought excitedly to herself.
“Hey Wednesday” she called from her side of her room jumping up from her bed and unable to resist the smile tugging on her lips. Before she could respond Wednesday stopped typing and then slowly turned around to death stare at enid “if your still trying to figure out something normal about me, give up. My mother tried to do that for the last fifteen years, she gave up last year” “yea, well I refuse to believe there isn’t one thingggg” enid skipped over to the divided part of the room “what do you think your doing?” Wednesday asked as she stood up from her chair.
Enid just smiled and then poked Wednesday in the side. Wednesday inched back a tiny bit “I’m not ticklish” she said, her face still. “Come on! Everybody is ticklish!” Enid countered and then returned another poke to her side, this time causing Wednesday to inch back slightly further “do that again and I promise you I will smother you in your sleep” Wednesday threatened. Enid just smiled at her attempt to scare her off and then started to scribble her fingers over Wednesdays side. Immediately Wednesday jumped and ripped her hand of “I mean it, the last person that tickled me lost a finger” “well if you hadn’t noticed, I have claws so good luck trying to take my fingers off” enid mocked and then started to poke at her stomach. Wednesday sucked her stomach in and then covered it with her hands “as I told you. Not ticklish.” Wednesday sharply replied. “Now will you go back to your disgustingly colourful side of the room” Wednesday ordered, escaping Enid’s hands and sitting back down, focussing on her type writer again. In defeat enid walked back to her room “how can somebody not be ticklish?” She wondered and then let herself fall back onto her bed. Just laying facing the wall. Listening to the tapping of her typewriter
Until the taping stopped, she didn’t bother to look she just assumed Wednesdays ‘prime writing time’ was over but to her surprise she felt the impact of somebody sitting on her bed “thing, we’ll do manicures tomorrow” enid answered not even looking at what just sat on her bed, she just assumed it was thing. Well, clearly her assumption was wrong because Wednesday replied
“well I’m not here for a manicure” enid then rolled around seeing Wednesday sat on her bed “I’m here for one of the things I care about.. revenge” and then with that Wednesday started digging her fingers into enids side. “Eeek! nohohoh!” Enid shrieked, falling on to her back. A careless mistake “wehehehednehesdahay stohohohop! Thihihis ihisnt fuhuhunnyy!!” Enid giggled “Although I do find this entertaining, it’s also a form of torture which I greatly enjoy” Wednesday replied then started to claw her fingers into Enid’s stomach. “NAHAHAHAH WEHEHENSEHEDAHAHAYY!!” Enid squealed, releasing loud, squeaky laughter. “You had this coming. I warned you”
Wednesday showed no emotion. Just a stone cold expression while her deadly fingers worked there way over enids sensitive stomach “plus, you look like your enjoying this” Wednesday added. Enid felt her face becoming extremely pink and not just from all the laughter. “BAHAHAHAHA SHUHUT UHUP!” She squealed having no reasonable counter argument. Wednesday then crawled her fingers down to her hips and started pinching at them “gahahhahahahahahha okahahhahahayyy im sohohoohorrryy!” She stuttered through giggles “I don’t want your sympathy or an apology, this is just entertaining” she said and then decided to finish of strong, “I’m going for your worst spot” she warned before she started to manically scratch her fingers all over her ribs causing enid to yelp and explode into laughter “NOHOOHOHOOHO OKAHAHHAHAY NOHOHOT THEHEHHERRE” Enid’s laughter bounced off the walls and it filled the room “PLEHEHEHHEHEASE WHEEHEHEHNSDAHAHAYYY!!” She screamed “fine” Wednesday removed her fingers staring at enid trying to catch her breath “how did you know I was ticklish” “everybody is ticklish” she mocked what enid had previously said. “Okay fine, then how did you know my worst spot” enid questioned “lucky guess” Wednesday replied as she stood up and whent back to her type writer leaving enid questioning everything on her bed.
Did wensday addams, the scariest goth girl in nevermore just tickle her?
#tickle content#wednesday#Wednesday tickle#tickle#wednesday x enid#enid#enid tickle#Wednesday ler#Wednesday Lee#enid let#enid Lee#enid ticklish#jenna ortega#Jenna Ortega ticklish#swf tickle
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of cabbages and kings (why did the teddybear not want dessert?)
There are always two sides to every story, life doesn’t exist in black and white but rather an assorted gradient of greys that transition from one to the other. To truly weigh the worth of a choice, you must also take into consideration the motivations behind it.
That brings us to right now. Tuesday evening. There was nothing particularly special about this Tuesday evening. In fact, it was rather the opposite. For Yoko, this had become an increasingly systematic occurance. Enid seemed to regularly find herself stomping through her good friend's door. Her face full of anger, breathing like a pug; only to then fall down onto the vampire's bed, moaning and groaning about what her own roommate had said or done five minutes earlier. Yoko hardly batted an eye at her these days. It was easier for her own sanity.
Enid's eyes were redder than garnet today, they seemed to flicker between wolf and human multiple times before the girl was able to breath regularly again. Well, regularly for Enid.
Yoko looked up from her desk, forcing herself to look away from the paper that was due in tomorrow. Mr Kelser was not going to be pleased if this was not finished. She didn't believe that he would take a lover's quarrel as a viable excuse for it not being turned in. She took a deep breath before swivelling around on her chair to face the blonde.
"What's up, Enid?" She didn't try to hide the irritation in her voice.
If Enid noticed, she did not comment on it. "Wednesday was-,"
And, at that, Yoko tuned the girl out. She liked Enid, she really did, but there was a limit to how much talk of Wednesday she could actually take. Instead, she focused on the painting that was mounted on her wall - hanging just above Enid's head. She studied it. Has it always been this crooked?
"Are you even listening to me?"
Enid's voice pulled her out of her train of thought. She will fix the picture later. This essay needed to be handed in in less than twelve hours and she was not even half way done. She liked Enid, she really did, but she liked not failing her classes more.
"I'm sorry, Enid," she sighed. "You know that I love to sit here and listen to you talk about Wednesday for hours, but I really have to finish this essay."
Enid looked at her incredulously. "Seriously?! A paper? Over me?"
If Yoko wasn't so sure, she could have sworn that the wolf was using her puppy eyes to try and corrupt her thinking.
"Yes. A paper over you," she said, looking over her sunglasses at the girl that was still making herself at home on her bed. "If you can be quick about it, tell me what happened. If you can't then it can wait for tomorrow."
Enid scoffed, swinging her legs over the side of Yoko's bed and making her way back towards the door.
"Whatever, Yoko. If you don't care about me!"
Full of drama, as always. Yoko rolled her eyes at Enid as she slammed the door behind her. The vampire went back to her paper. She would get over it.
Enid began the small walk back to her own dorm. Back to her stubborn roommate that had disrespected her snood.
Why was Wednesday such a weirdo? She was trying, really hard, to make the little corpse girl feel comfortable. She wanted Wednesday to feel at home here, with her, to be happy. Did Wednesday even know how to feel happy? Come to think of it, Enid had never once seen a smile on the Latina's face. Maybe her face was just broken. Maybe her lips didn't move beyond giving snarky remarks and sarcastic comments to people. Maybe that was it.
She didn't really have a lot of time to contemplate what exactly was wrong with Wednesday's face before she was stood outside of their shared room. She took a deep breath, mainly to steady herself for whatever argument was to come between them, before jiggling the handle and walking inside.
Wednesday was sat in exactly the same position as when she had left ten minutes ago. "I thought that you had gone to drown your sorrows with the vampire."
Sarcastic comment. Maybe that was all her mouth could do.
"Yoko has a paper due. I decided to leave her to it," she tried not to sound upset. It didn't work.
"She kicked you out."
It wasn't a question, just another snarky remark.
Two for two.
Enid flopped down onto her own bed before turning her head to face her roommate. Wednesday was sat at her desk, fingers clacking against the typewriter.
"Why have I never seen you smile?" Enid asked, her voice full of genuine intrigue.
Wednesday froze, pausing her fingers over the buttons on her typewriter. "You are just not funny."
The werewolf scoffed at that. Offensive. She was hilarious. She sat up on her bed, legs dangling off the side, "that is not true. I am very funny. Why did the teddy bear not want dessert?"
Wednesday didn't respond.
"Wednesday." Nothing.
"Wednesday." Nothing.
"Wednesday!"
The girl in question growled a little under her breath before raising her voice just slightly, "teddy bears are not able to eat anything. They do not have functioning stomachs."
Infuriating. Enid groaned. "Never mind. Forget I asked."
It was then that she heard a fast tapping behind her, a hand popping up from under her bed. Thing was trying to tell her something. He was rushing his words and she had no clue what exactly it was that he was trying to tell her, but it seemed important.
When she gave the appendage a blank look, Thing jumped up onto her leg and gave her kneecap a light squeeze before fluttering his fingernails underneath. Enid squeaked and lurched forward at the touch. She looked to the sentient hand with a touch of offence before it clicked with her what it was that he was trying to say. He was slyly trying to point at Wednesday. A light bulb went off in her head.
Wednesday Addams? Ticklish? He had to be joking. She looked between the hand that was currently perched on her knee and the girl that was still sat at her desk across the room. He didn't look like he was joking. He was still pointing her towards the Latina.
Thing jumped off of Enid and scurried back to his makeshift bed that he had made out of her stuffed animals. She looked back at him, he gave her a little nudge from afar and the werewolf stood up from her bed.
Okay. Wednesday Addams is ticklish. Let's test this.
Enid crossed the distance between her bed and the goth girl's typewriter.
Wednesday didn't hear her approach, too engrossed in writing out how Viper was about to torture a man for information, but she felt a sly jab to her side and practically fell off of her chair with how hard she recoiled. Thankfully, she was able to save herself from that embarrassment.
She whipped her head around to see Enid standing above her, looking very proud of herself, and she stood from her chair. Her original goal was to appear threatening, try to stop this from happening before it did, but it did not help that she was still a few inches shorter than Enid.
"Do not ever do that again," the girl practically growled at her roommate. The last thing that she wanted was for Enid to see her as weak. This was a weakness.
Enid well, being Enid, was far too happy with this newfound discovery to just let it slip by without experimentation. She shot her hand out again, ready to attack the girl's side, but Wednesday's reflexes were that of a mountain lion. She was quick. Luckily, Enid was quicker. That, coupled with her wolf strength, she had every advantage here.
Without much struggle on her part, she had managed to lower Wendesday to the floor. The writer had struggled as much as she could, growled and cursed as often as possible, but the wolf subsequently found perch on her waste; she was able to wrestle both of her hands down with little effort.
If Enid was to admit it, which she would not, she quite enjoyed seeing Wednesday like this. The girl's hair had come a little loose in her struggle, her face bright with just the smallest tint of red to it.
"Enid," she breathed out slowly. Trying to sound calm, but threatening. "Don't."
It did not seem to work. The grin had yet to leave Enid's face. She was ready to finally see her roommate's smile, hear her laugh.
"Wednesday," Enid drawled out, "are you ticklish?"
The Latina growled under her breath. "No. Let go."
It was a lie and, by the look on Enid's face, she did not find it at all convincing.
"Hmmm," the blonde hummed, appearing to be in deep thought. "Then you won't mind if I try?"
Wednesday was doing her best to try to remain calm. Her composure threatening to poor out of her like candy from and upturned jar. "I will rip your tongue out and use it as a floor mop."
Enid snickered at that. "Sure you will."
And before Wednesday knew it, there was a nail lightly scratching at her side. She took a deep breath, never once breaking eye contact with her roommate as she tried to grab hold of a wrist. No luck.
All five fingers were suddenly working to tear Wednesday apart and she was slowly starting to come undone at the seam. As Enid moved her spidering fingers to the girl's stomach, she watched as a corner of her roommate's mouth twitched. Now she was getting somewhere.
"Enid," Wednesday tried, her breath hitching as one finger trailed across her waistline. "Stop this now and I will make sure to spare your left leg."
"What about my right leg?" Enid asked, not even trying to hide the amusement that this whole situation was causing her.
"I am going to hang your right leg above my bed as a warning."
Something about their current position just made Wednesday seem a whole lot less intimidating.
Enid sighed halfheartedly. "Well, I guess I am just going to have to give you a lesson of my own."
Enid dug her hand into Wendesday's ribs and shook her fingers madly.
The sudden movement was enough to take the raven haired girl completely by surprise and she squealed. Followed by a snort. Today was not a good day for her.
"Ehihihihinid! Stohohohop it!"
The blonde looked into the face of the girl that was currently a giggling mess underneath her and her heart couldn't help but skip a bit at the smile on her face, the sound of her laugh. Wednesday had dimples! It was adorable. She was adorable.
Eager to hear more, she brought her other hand down and shook that into Wednesday's other side.
Her laughter rose and octave higher.
"AH! Ehihinid! Yohoho -"
She was cut off by her own laughter as the blonde located a spot on her second rib that was just full to the brim with fun reactions. She milked that spot for all of its worth.
Wednesday wasn't able to say much of anything at this point, she just batted at Enid's hands in her strongest attempt to get this highly unpleasant form of torture to stop. It wasn't helping.
Before long, Enid could tell that Wednesday was nearing her breaking point and when she started to tap her surrender onto the floor, the blonde stopped to give her a break. The girl welcomed that, sucking in air to her lungs whilst simultaneously trying to glare at her roommate - her smile doing little in the ways of intimidation.
"I'm almost done with you, don't worry!" Enid was still beaming from her discovery.
When Wednesday opened her mouth to say something, no doubt a snarky remark, Enid dropped her head down and snuck it underneath Wednesday's hoodie.
She could feel the werewolf’s breath on her bare skin.
The goth's eyes grew about three sizes as she realised what her roommate's plan was.
"Enid -"
The desperation in her voice was cut short by her own manical cackling as the sound of nomms and exaggerated swallowing, coupled with Enid nibbling on that sweet spot on her ribs, forced Wednesday into silent laughter. Fingers joined in to knead into the hollows of her armpits and all sense of composure was lost.
Wednesday kicked her legs off of the floor as she feebly tried to push Enid's head out from under her hoodie. Her own head thrown back, silent laughter racking throughout her whole body, this was indeed the worst kind of torture.
After a few more moments, the werewolf stopped in her pursuit of laughter and sat up. She took a long look at her handiwork. Wednesday was completely breathless, her face as red as Enid's jumper. Raven coloured hair was flying off in every direction and weak arms were wrapped around her torso as the last of the residual giggles left her system.
She looked beautiful. Enid was smitten.
The blonde rolled off of her prey and decided to lay next to her on the floor.
"Well," she started, her face still split with a grin, "it seems that you're not the only one that is good at torturing."
Wednesday lay beside her, still trying to regain control of her breathing as she eyed the girl next to her. It had become a rare sight to see a smile that size on Enid's face recently. After Tyler and Weems' death and the murders and everything that had come of that, it was rare to see anybody at Nevermore smiling. It hurt Wednesday a little bit more to no longer be greeted in the morning by the blonde's sickening grin and falling asleep to her incessant humming of disgusting pop songs.
They had both missed each other’s worst qualities.
After regaining full composure of her body, Wednesday turned to face her friend roommate.
"Enid?"
"Hmmm?" Blue eyes fell onto brown ones.
"Why did the teddy bear not want dessert?"
As if it were possible, the smile on Enid's face almost doubled as she snickered to herself. "Because he was stuffed!"
It was said with such enthusiasm that Wednesday had to take a moment to process that punchline. She rolled her eyes at the girl and shakily stood up to go back to her writing, dusting herself off in the process.
"That is an absolutely horrendous joke," she said in her usual monotone voice, retaking her seat at her desk.
Enid smiled at the return to normalcy, still laying on the floor.
"Oh, and Enid?"
The girl looked over to her.
"If you ever do that again, I will lock you on the balcony and watch with amusement as you freeze to death."
The werewolf gulped at that.
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Finally decided to write something for Wednesday! I hope this is good enough :) <3
Summary: Enid blasts pop music while Wednesday is finishing up another novel. Since Wednesday and Enid have a close bond now, Wednesday has gotten a bit nicer (if you know what I mean.)
Lee Enid Ler Wednesday
Warnings: tickles, (NOT WENCLAIR) platonic pair only. Also this is the next semester in Nevermore.
Enid was usually a super sweet and outgoing girl. A lot of people loved Enid, since there honestly was nothing to like. The little werewolf was utterly adorable.
Wednesday was liked a lot for saving the school and sacrificing her life. But when you think of Wednesday Addams, you think of a gloomy, boring, and quite ‘emo’ girl.
But no one loved Wednesday more than Enid. Enid was always so proud to call Wednesday her roommate, no matter what other people said. And Wednesday knew how much Enid loved her.
They enjoy each other’s company in the small dorm room, and usually Enid wasn’t a huge problem to Wednesday.
Except for her loud pop music, full volume TikTok’s, and Enid’s loud laughter that fills the room every time she receives funny text messages.
Wednesday tells her to stop, and Enid mostly does, only by turning the volume down a little bit. Wednesday hated the pop music. Oi, was it annoying.
Wednesday just wanted to go over there and slap Enid. As much as she loved her, the music has got to stop.
“Don’t you have headphones you can put in? If you want to listen to loud music, go to the balcony.” Wednesday said.
“Just ignore it!” Enid replied cheerfully, putting on “Oh No!” By Marina. Still at full volume.
“Enid, I’m WRITING. I can’t focus if you continue playing that loud music, the ground is vibrating.” Wednesday snapped.
“But I love this song!!! I can’t turn it off now…” Enid whined.
“Turn it off. It’s easy. Just press the button on the speaker and go listen to it somewhere ELSE. Not where I am working.” Wednesday hissed.
After a few minutes, Enid finally listened and put in some headphones. Wednesday felt relieved, until…
“ONE TRACK MIND, ONE TRACK HEART! IF I FAIL I FALL APART! MAYBE IT IS ALL A TEST, CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I’M THE WORST, SO I ALWAYS ACT LIKE IM THE BEST!” Enid screamed with a smile across her face. Line after line, Enid didn’t stop.
“Alright, that’s it. I’m coming back there.” Wednesday said with anger building up in her tone, getting up from the chair and walking over to Enid’s side of the room and yanking the cord that connected the earbuds to the phone out, and then exiting out of all the music tabs.
“Heyyy!!!! W-Wednesday! I was listening to music!” Enid complained.
Wednesday whipped the phone at Enid’s giant pile of plush animals, so it didn’t break. Enid squirmed and tried to bear hug Wednesday. From behind, but Wednesday was too quick, and she tackled Enid to the floor and pinned her to the ground.
“What did you not understand when I told you to ‘keep quiet’.” Wednesday said with a very firm tone.
“But I like it! I guess I’m sorry, Wednesday, but I just like being loud!!!” Enid smiled.
Wednesday grabbed Enid’s arms and pinned them above her head, as Wednesday took a seat on Enid’s waist.
“Whahaht ahare youhou doihing, Wehehendesdahay?” Enid asked, a few giggles rising up her throat.
“Giving you what you deserve” Wednesday replied.
About a millisecond after she said that, Wednesday wasted no time in shoving her hands under Enid’s armpits and danced her manicured nails there.
“WEHEDENSDAY! NOHO! THAHAT TIHICKLES!!!!!!!!! MOHOVE SOHOMEWHEHERE EHELSE!!!!” Enid laughed harder.
“Poor choice of grammar on your end. Now you made it sound like you want me to tickle you.” Wednesday teased in her low-monotone voice.
“PFFFF HAHAHAHA!!!! IHI CAHANT TAHAKE IHIHIT!!!!!!!!!!!” Enid laughed really hard.
“Relax, it’s just a little bit of tickling, I’m barely even touching you. No need to be so overdramatic.” Wednesday teased more, switching spots and moving down to Enid’s ribs.
Enid continued to stay at her same level of giggles. Wednesday then shuffled down to Enid’s sides, making the werewolf shriek and go into silent laughter.
“Hm, well, this seems to be a real bad spot. Noted.” Wednesday couldn’t help but smile a little bit.
Enid thrashed and squirmed, her crop top type shirt riding up a little bit in the process. Wednesday didn’t want to make her completely uncomfortable, so very lightly Wednesday dragged her nail below Enid’s belly button, and then dragging her nails on Enid’s sides.
Enid was laughing a little too hard, her face was flushed red and her eyes were watering a bit.
“WHAHAT AHARE YOHOU DOHOING NOW!???!!!” Enid laughed, squirming at the light touch of Wednesday’s nails on her belly.
Wednesday pulled Enid’s shirt down a bit, and then blew a raspberry on her belly, half of the raspberry was on her shirt and the other half of it was on her bare stomach. Enid was literally dying.
After the raspberries, Wednesday nuzzled her face into Enid’s tummy, the tips of her braids brushing against Enid’s ticklish sides. Wednesday then gave Enid a ton of side squeezes, making her squeal.
“IHI GIHIVE! WEHEDNEHESDAHAY, PLEHEHEASE STOHOP IHIT!” Enid begged through her loud cackles and laughter.
After about 10 seconds, Wednesday stopped, released Enid’s arms, and got up off of her waist.
“I hope you learned, because if you do that again, I’ll tickle you so hard you’ll be crying. And next time I’ll blow 10x more raspberries. I have everything that just happened noted in my head.” Wednesday said, returning to her desk.
“Dang.” Enid said, getting up and fixing her messy hair and pulling her shirt down. Enid didn’t really want to tell Wednesday, but she really loved that experience.
After that, Enid tried and tried to tickle Wednesday, but it just didn’t work. Wednesday just ended up getting her back more times.
The end ;)
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this fic, I tried really hard! <3
#tickling#ehe#tickle#tickle community#wednesday tickles#wednesday netflix#wednesday#and i want to be in that situation#armpit tickling#belly tickles#side tickling#raspberry tickles#Wednesday tickle fic#wednesday tickle#slayyyyyy
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Yesss! I love Wednesday! Btw sorry about the unannounced writing shortage from me I was caught up in school stuff.
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It was a peaceful day in the dorms, but there was a slight issue in one of them…
“WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO RUDE WEDNESDAY!” Enid screeched at her roommate.
Wednesday just shrugged and went back to her writing. The keys of the typewriter clicking loudly with each stroke.
Enid felt her face get red, and her cheeks puff out of frustration. She just had to do something about Wednesday’s attitude.
Suddenly she got an idea. Enid went towards her gloomy roomie and suddenly knocked her over from the chair she sat at.
“WHAT THE HELL ENID!” Wednesday shouted, obviously very irritated now.
“I’m making you not be so gloomy!” Enid exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with excitement and mischief.
That’s when Enid started running her nails across her roommate’s sides. Thankfully, Wednesday stiffened at the sudden contact.
“You ARE ticklish!” The blonde cheered. Now she targeted Wednesday’s ribs, trying to get her roommate to smile.
Wednesday let a small squeak before a smile started to form. Her giggles were high pitched and adorable, to Enid.
“Look at you! You’re just too cute, and those dimples are too!” Enid complimented her friend.
“Enihihid quihihit ihihihihihihit!” Wednesday giggles got a tad bit higher when Enid changed her speed.
“Absolutely NOT! You are just too fussy today and I’m not stopping till you fix your attitude!” Enid huffed out, bring her hands lower to the other’s hips.
“ENIHIHID! Ihihi’m sehehrihious!”
The blonde ignored her friend and decided to go just a tad bit lower.
“WAHAHAIHIHIT NOHOHOT THEHE THIHIGHS! ENIHIHID PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASE!” Wednesday begged as her worst spot was targeted.
“Ooooh, looks like I found the jackpot!” Enid cheered as she kept on tickling her friend.
“IHIHI WOHON’T IGNOHORE YOHOU FOHOR THEHE REHEHEST OHOHOF THEHE DAHAY! JUHUHUST STOHOHOHOP!”
At that Enid let her friend go. As Wednesday caught her breath Enid brought her into a hug.
“You are so mischievous Enid.” Wednesday sighed, patting her friend’s head.
Enid just smiled bigger, happy that she was getting attention.
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Nevermore OC
Hello everyone,
I got inspired to make a Wednesday OC...she doesn’t have a name though.
Sooo...whilst I work on some more Wednesday tickle art, I want you to come up with names.
Thank youuuu <3
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#Columbo#peter falk#jerma#<- ..? tell me if you want me to remove that tag. it's Tangentially related.#sparkle on!#it's wednesday!#don't forget to be yourself!#this tickles me so much you don't even know#i was grinning like an idiot as i made it#it's perfect. i love him#i like to imagine he practiced it and is giggling as he says it#columbo wednesday
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Okay, so I finished Wednesday like 3 days ago and I’ve really been wanting to write a fic since, so let me know if this is any good!
Pairing: Enid x Wednesday (implies romantic, but not together yet)
Warnings: Tickle fic, mentions of death
Words: 2,300.
Overworked
No one particularly liked working hard, mainly due to how tired it could make you, or the task itself, but some still saw it as a necessary evil and would push themselves to their limits to get whatever it is finished. In our case, Wednesday Addams is hunched over her table, each exhale letting clouds of cold smoke exit her freezing lips. It was in the middle of winter, and if she was being honest, which she wouldn’t be, she was experiencing a burn out with her writing. However, she didn’t want to talk about with anyone, or make Enid think she was growing lazy, so the girl continued, no matter how small or meaningless the idea. Her hands were practically frosted over and each tap at her typewriter was a slow, awkward movement. Her teeth gritted in frustration each time her mind went blank, or when she simply couldn’t figure out how to continue her novel.
The girl continued like this for the better part of an hour, before she heard the door suddenly open. The girl’s fingers curled in as Enid merrily barged into the shared dorm. Living with the girl was like a rollercoaster for Wednesday. Enid had her upsides and her downsides, but much like a rollercoaster, it seems confusing as to why you’d like it. She was a polar opposite to the gothic girl, yet as Enid said, they worked, even if they didn’t know why. ‘Wednesday! You will never believe what me and Yoko did, I haven’t had time to write about it on my- are you alright?’ She asked, taking a few cautious steps towards her. The two girls were very observant of each other’s habits, and this definitely wasn’t how Wednesday wrote, her fingers were stiff and her movements had much less energy then usual. It was another mystery to Wednesday on why Enid cared this much about her, but after a while, she learned to accept it, even if she found it aggravating at times. She let out another breath of cold air, which just made Enid more concerned. ‘Yes,’ Wednesday replied. Okay, something was wrong. Her voice was quieter then usual, almost drained, and normally she’d have some kind of remark to make it against Enid, but this time it was just nothing. A lie. Enid walked towards the girl, and reclusively, Wednesday turned her body back to the typewriter, not facing the girl. The werewolf leaned down next to her, and placed her hand on Wednesday’s, causing the girl to let out a sharp exhale and tug her hand away. Enid nearly recoiled just from feeling the icicle that was Wednesday’s hand. ‘Jesus Christ, you’re absolutely freezing! How long have you been sitting there for?’ She asked, as Wednesday finally turned to with a look of irritation. She took her time pulling her paper out from the typewriter and sealing it in her box before giving the girl a response. ‘An hour,’ she said flatly, still too deflated to even shoot a remark at Enid for touching her. ‘An hour?!’ The colourful girl’s eyes widened and she shook her head. ‘No, no, you couldn’t of been sitting there for an hour!’ Enid said incredulously, she knew the girl lacked self preservation, I mean, she practically threw herself at danger at any opportunity, but this seemed stupid, even for Wednesday.
‘You have eyes, don’t you?’ Wednesday shot back at her, which Enid for the most part ignored. ‘You’re going to your bed right now,’ Enid said sternly, standing right behind the girl. Wednesday didn’t even bother looking back at her as she said ‘I’m not a child.’ Enid huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. ‘Well, your certainly acting like one, you’ve been here far too long, you’re feel like ice!’ Wednesday’s finger slowed over the typewriter. She couldn’t focus like this, not when Enid was caring about her, all she could focus on was her denial to let the girl help her, and she hated it. ‘I’m not acting like a child, you’re acting overbearing. I’m behind on my novel, I have to keep doing this,’ she explained, trying to keep a calm tone to not upset Enid further. The girl behind her fell silent, to which Wednesday assumed would be the end of their mini argument. But in reality, Enid wasn’t going to back down that easily, not at all. Wednesday had taken her attention away from the werewolf, which gave her some time to think about what she should do. Sure, she could pick Wednesday up and carry her to her bed, but the gothic one would definitely get disgruntled at that. There was the option of just giving her a blanket while she was on the chair, but Enid thought that would be too simply, especially since Wednesday had proven to be difficult right now. Though, there was one option that lingered in her mind. Wednesday’s arms were stretched in front of her as her digits tapped against the typewriter in an agonisingly slow fashion, and Enid’s eyes were drew to the girls side. Sure, it may seem uncharacteristic for Wednesday Addams of all people to be tickling, but it was worth a shot to at least try. She stretched out her index finger and took a long, colourful now before swiping it down Wednesday’s side. The girl practically recoiled away in surprise, nearly falling off her chair but she caught herself in the desk with her left arm. She flipped her head around to this her dorm mate with gritted teeth, ready to tear into her for even trying that, but the smirk the other girl was wearing completely tore away her confidence to that. ‘Don’t,’ Wednesday ordered firmly, wrapping her left arm around her stomach and holding out her right in Enid’s direction to be ready to try and stop the girl if she advanced. ‘Don’t what?’ Enid asked with the sweetest, oblivious smile as she took another step closer to the goth, causing her to lower herself in her chair and curl her knees to her chest. ‘You know what,’ she stated, her tone having the slightest hint of desperation in it, but that wasn’t gonna save her. ‘I don’t know, could you remind me?’ She asked, suddenly snatching Wednesday’s right wrist and holding her arm above her head. Normally, Wednesday would be able to fight the girl off, but that’s on a good day, not a sleep deprived, freezing day. The girl tightly pressed her lips shut, and covering her mouth already with her left hand. ‘Now, let’s see here..’ Enid’s fingers wrapped around Wednesday’s sides before she started rapidly squeezing against them, causing the cold girl to bounce with each touch from the werewolf’s hands. ‘Hm, you’re already getting really squirmy, someone must be very ticklish, that’s so fun!’ Enid smiled down warmly at the girl, who despite her current mannerisms, was still wearing a neutral expression.
Wednesday had been tickled before, so she learned how to control herself in the situation, however Enid was probing rather difficult for her. Wednesday didn’t mind the tickles at all, she was favourable to them, but she’d die before she’d admit that. I mean, with her other interests like death, and torture, you’d think admitting that she likes tickling would be easy enough, but it seemed far too off-brand and childish for her, she couldn’t allow herself to. That’s why Enid’s teasing was making it even harder for her not to crack and let out the giggles blocked up in her throat. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll stop at any time!’ Enid said thoughtfully, as her hands made its way around to Wednesday’s stomach. ‘As long as you take a break and get yourself warm, I mean, even your tummy is freezing!’ She exclaimed, scribbling her long painted nails around Wednesday’s stomach, sending sharp ticklish shocks all throughout the girl’s torso. Wednesday pressed her arms further against her face, not wanting let a single reaction slip as she buckled slightly at the devilish touch of her friend’s nails. Her head shook slightly in response to Enid’s statement, half because she still wanted to continue her writing, and half because she didn’t want it to end just yet. She bit down on the inside of her cheek as some laughter nearly threatened to spill, but kept herself composed nonetheless. ‘Fine, have it your way!’ Enid said, but her tone was only half serious, mainly because she was still concerned for Wednesday, but knew the girl wouldn’t listen to her normally. Her scribbling got even faster, with one hand clawing at the girl’s stomach and her other randomly scratching along with her nails. The nail on her pinkie finger even slipped into the girl’s belly button and started swirling against it in circles,vans finally, all the tickling attention caught up to the girl and she couldn’t contain herself anymore.
‘Kihihihihihihi!’ Wednesday’s legs kicked back and forth halfheartedly as a barrage of soft snickers exited her mouth. Her expression miraculously remained neutral, but her lips were curling at the end of her mouth. Enid’s heart melted at the sight of the squirming girl beneath her. ‘Aw, you have such adorable laughter! You should really start laughing more!’ She encouraged, but she knew it would be fruitless; Wednesday would hardly open up like that. However, the teasing was making this all the more torturous for Wednesday, slowly breaking down at her composure. The worst was yet to come for the girl as Enid’s nails trailed a bit further up and her nails were just barely tracing at her bottom rib. This tipped Wednesday over the edge, she held her hand tightly against her mouth and began twisting her body around in the chair, flailing her legs around as she tried to use her free arm to bat at Enid’s hands. ‘Aw, what’s wrong, did I find a bad spot?’ She cooed, letting her fingers wiggle and pinch against the girl’s ribs, which made her jolt and squirm around, her arms randomly flailing around as laughter carelessly poured out of her mouth. ‘Ah! E-e ihahahd! Stahahahp!’ The girl could only muster out a couple of words between her laughter, which Enid chuckled out. Enid slowly pulled away her fingers from the goth. ‘Hm, I could,’ and in an instant, she jabbed them all back against her ribs, letting them wriggle around and scratch against the sensitive spot. ‘But you have been difficult lately!’
Wednesday utterly exploded into loud, awkward laughter. ‘Ahahahaha my gahahahahad, fihahaahahne, I’ll tahahahahake a breahahahahak!’ She conceded, still flustered she was bested of tickling of all things. Enid slowly pulled her hands away, giving her ribs one last pinch which made the girl jump. Wednesday leaned back in her wooden chair, taking in deep breaths through her nose as she settled down tiredly. All the squirming had only warmed the girl up a bit, but she was still extremely cold. Enid smiled softly at the sight, proud of her new discovery. ‘Thanks for your cooperation.’ She decided that Wednesday looked tired enough and slowly, almost cautiously picked her up but Wednesday accepted the touch and even wrapped her arms around the colourful girl’s neck to make it easier for her to be carried. She pulled back the pitch black covers of the girl’s bed and placed her against the mattress, which she nearly melted into. Enid leaned down next to the bed. ‘How are you feeling?’ She asked compassionately. ‘Drained,’ Wednesday replied, but she wanted to say more. So much more. I mean, this could be her one opportunity to final receive any form of tickling, she wanted to take it so badly. And this was Enid she was talking about, the girl was so trustworthy and had accepted Wednesday’s other morbid interests, she’d be sure to accept a softer one, right?
‘I didn’t mind that..’ she muttered, barely audible but Enid picked it up with a teasing smirk. ‘Mind what?’ She asked, which caused Wednesday to subtly curl up a bit. ‘What you just did,’ she responded, her throat tightening a bit as the words left her mouth, unable to take them back. Enid raised an eyebrow at this and examined the exhausted girl again. She wasn’t messing with her, that was for sure, and she liked the tickling? Enid’s face took a second to process before breaking out in a wide smile, thinking of a careful response before saying ‘That’s okay! I think I liked it too!’ She offered, and Wednesday let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. ‘Maybe we could do it again sometime!’ Enid offered again, presenting it as just a possibility as she didn’t want to overstep. Wednesday pondered in silence for a moment, before finally saying ‘Just don’t tell anyone or I’ll rip out your tongue.’ She warned her, which caused Enid to giggle. ‘Of course! Our secret!’ Wednesday covered her mouth and let out a small yawn, her eyes blinking slowly and it looked like the girl was on the verge of passing out. ‘Okay, I’ll leave you to sleep now, night Wednesday!’ She turned to leave, but she felt a small, gentle pinch on the back of her trouser leg, behind her knee. She turned to see Wednesday’s arm stretched out to her, and she mumbled a small ‘stay here..’. Enid’s heart fluttered at the sight as she gave the girl a nod, seemingly loosing her ability to speak as she crawled into the bed next to her. Neither of the girls were that experienced with physical contact, so Wednesday leaned the side of her head on the girl’s lap as Enid pulled the covers of her, and the girl was finally starting to feel warm as her stressed expression was replaced with a peaceful one.
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ANOTHER COMISSION ANOTHER COIN HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
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Revenge Is Sweet
Hearing that Addams was ticklish was not something Bianca thought she'd ever hear. It didn't seem probable, but Enid let it slip that it was true. It was by accident, the brightly colored werewolf begged her not to tell anyone. Bianca told her she wouldn't.
But she never promised she wouldn't test it out.
It felt too good to be true. Addams had been a permanent thorn in her side since her arrival. This would be just the ticket to putting that little goth back in her place. Bianca barely concealed her smirk during her walk to Ophelia Hall, just picturing breaking the stoic Addams girl into a laughing mess.
Hell, just getting her to laugh would be satisfying. Addams hardly ever showed emotion.
The door to her and Enid’s dorm was cracked. Bianca pushed it open, finding the girl seated at her desk, typing away on that typewriter of hers.
“I see you are back already,” Addams noted without turning around. “Or have you forgotten something?”
“Turn around, Addams.”
She did, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “Barclay,” she acknowledged. “What do you want? Another rematch to soothe your wounded ego?”
“I’m not the one who’s going to need soothing,” Bianca shut the door, striding into the room.
Addams simply rose a brow. “I have no use for your cryptic statements. Now I suggest you leave. You're interrupting my writing time.”
“You aren’t getting rid of me that easily,” Bianca crossed the room until she was nearly face-to-face with the other girl. Addams was tensing up, gearing for a fight. “I heard an interesting secret about you earlier.”
“I would hardly find any drivel you’d hear from our fellow classmates interesting ,” she said snidely, facing her desk again.
It was time to make her move.
“So you aren’t ticklish?”
Bianca’s lips formed a wicked grin. Addams froze, thrown for a loop by the question.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” She mocked.
“Who told you that?” Addams was scoffing. Saving face , Bianca told herself. Because of course she wouldn’t just admit to it.
“Enid did.” Addams looked furious. “It was an accident. She begged me not to tell anyone.”
“Enid is mistaken,” Addams snapped.
“Is she?” Bianca said slowly, deviously. “So you aren’t ticklish?”
“Of course not.”
“Hmm,” Bianca hummed. “That I find hard to believe.”
“I don’t particularly care whether you do or not,” Addams said coldly.
Someone’s compensating , Bianca almost snickered.
“Now I am not going to ask you again, Barclay. I want you out of here-” Addams started to walk towards the door, presumably to slam it in Bianca’s face. But she had a different idea. She was easily able to overpower the small goth girl, pushing her on her bed on her back, pinning her down.
“Get off me!” Addams snarled.
“Not just yet,” Bianca pulled her black and white striped shirt up, revealing her pale stomach. “Time to laugh, Addams.”
She started off with one fingernail just to test the waters. Addams stiffened underneath her which implied some sensitivity there but it wasn’t enough for Bianca. She wasn’t laughing yet, not even when she slowly dragged it over her sides. She pursed her lips.
“What a surprise,” Addams had the gall to say dryly. “You clearly don’t know what you’re doing. Do you intend to lay over me some more or can we end this pathetic attempt at reasserting dominance?”
Bianca wasn’t going to take all this mouthing from a half-pint size goth who thought she was better than everyone else. She’d show her who was boss.
And make it something Addams wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
Taking the bull by the horns, Bianca used multiple fingers to tickle Addams’ midsection. The girl’s stomach quivered. Bianca even felt her very slight jerks. A smile emerged on the siren’s face, victorious at having found a weakness that she couldn’t dispute.
“Something the matter?” She said slyly. “You not ticklish are you, Addams?”
“No,” the girl denied through grit teeth.
“No?” Bianca mocked, circling Addams’ navel with her nail. As a futile attempt at getting away from Bianca’s fingers, Addams sucked in her stomach. It wouldn’t do any good. She was going to reduce Addams to a laughing mess if it killed her. "Maybe if I do this -"
She used both hands now. All ten fingernails to hopefully drive Addams wild. She was getting to her, having heard an honest to God whimper from her.
"I think you lied, Addams," Bianca smirked. "I think you're ticklish after all. I bet you wish you could get away from my nails, huh? I bet they tickle, don't they?"
Wednesday was openly thrashing now. The noises she was making were muffled. Not even a real laugh but more of a choking sound.
Bianca clicked her tongue. "I expected better from you, Addams. What, you can't take a little tickling?" She taunted, relishing in this magnificent moment. "Is it too much for you?"
When she tickled the girl's navel, the dam finally broke loose.
"Sthahahahp!" Addams' head was jerking around as she delved into hysterics.
"Stop?" Bianca's smirk widened. "Why would I do that? You act like you can handle anything. Here's your chance to prove it."
She went up a bit higher to scratch at the girl's lower ribs. That must have been a bad spot too; Addams wiggled harder, her laughter going up an octave.
"Guess you're not as tough as you thought," Bianca said loudly over Addams' delicious squealing that came from her scraping her nails over her lower stomach. "Wonder what everyone would say if they knew Little Miss Tough Girl's secret?"
"Nohohohohoho!" Addams wailed.
Bianca pretended to think about it. "You know how you're always running your mouth during fencing? I could easily do it then. I could tickle your ticklish tummy in front of everyone and make you scream."
Bianca wouldn't stoop that low.... probably. But she saw no problem with putting some much needed fear into Addams, who would do anything to avoid such a mortifying secret being known.
Addams shrieked with more laughter, words garbled and barely coherent to Bianca, but she caught the word "no" in there somewhere.
"No? Why shouldn't I?" Bianca was more than satisfied with how this was turning out. She really didn't think Addams was this fast to break. "Seems to me that you deserve it."
" No!" Addams' voice came out in a scream. Bianca briefly wondered if anyone would come knocking to find out what all the noise was. Oh, and what a treat that would be, Addams having to explain herself for that one.
"Maybe I'll have mercy on you this time, Addams," Bianca slowed her tickling down but did not stop. She was still on the girl's stomach, grinning smugly at hearing the girlish giggles that were coming from the normally emotionless Addams. "But just remember that if you ever open your mouth to me again, all of Nevermore will know about your little secret. Do we understand each other?"
Addams was refusing to talk. Trying to muffle her laughter as best she could. Well, Bianca would make her.
“I said do we understand each other?” She gave her sides a squeeze. Addams practically jumped out of her skin and cried out a confirmation.
“Good.”
She took herself off of Addams, pleased to see the humiliation on her face. “You may think you’re something, but remember who’s really in charge around here.”
Bianca left the Addams girl panting and red-faced.
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The perfect way to start Summer Vacation
Fandom: Wednesday
Characters: Wednesday & Enid
Warning: Tickling, light swearing & fluff
Ler, Wednesday. Lee, Enid.
Enid, after a long 24/7 day of school, flopped on her bed practically fell asleep. As it was the last day of school for that certain grade, they had somewhat of 2 and A half months until they had to go to school for the next grade.
In the morning Wednesday was awoken by Enid's loud pop music, as usual she told her to turn it off, and again as usual Enid just turned it down A little bit. "Do you need me to come over again?!" Wednesday said. "Do you need therapy?" Enid joked. However it did not hit Wednesday the way she wanted it to. *Enid, this is you last fucking warning." Wednesday said as she got up from her bed and turned the music off. "Hey! Way to start Summer Vacation!* Enid whined as she folded her arms and frowned at Wednesday, Wednesday ignored her attempt at trying to make her feel guilty as she asked her a question. " Why did you decide to blast Music while you could clearly tell I was sleeping?" Wednesday asked her dear friend as Enid just stood there silent "Hello?" Wednesday snapped her fingers a few times to try and get Enid's attention, it was useless. "Well, looks like I'm gonna have to tickle the truth out of you then" Wednesday said.
Before Enid could even react she was already on the floor with a smirking goth girl above her. As Wednesday looked her up and down, as she searched where to tickle first. "Enid, if you the chance to redeem yourself, would you take it?" Wednesday asked the baby teen werewolf before going for the kill. "W-well maybe, I don't know!" Enid said, her voice scared, eyes wide, and mouth slightly open out of excitement, I-I mean fear. "Well, looks like I'm going for your worst spot." Wednesday said as she went for Enid's unreasonably ticklish chest. As Wednesday was tickling Enid she started thinking of all the things they should... Not should, could do together, it was going to be a fun one. She thought to herself. It is going to be a fun one! She thought to herself more confidently this time. "HAHAHA WEDNESDAY I'LL TELL YOU! I'LL TELL YOU I'LL TELL YOU I'LL TELL YOU!" Enid screamed of laughter, as Wednesday stopped and got off of Enid she didn't demand the truth, instead, she decided to make Enid feel just slightly happier. "Now Enid, was that fun?" Wednesday asked her girlfriend I-I I-I I-I I-I mean friend while smiling nicely. "Wednesday... That smile is adorable! And yes, I did have fun!" Enid said as she smiled back. "Good, this was the best way to start Summer wasn't it." "Yeah, it was." They both embraced each other in a kiss *spits out water* I mean a Hug, yes, just a normal hug, perfectly normal, (it was a kiss.)
#wednesday#wednesday tickle#enid#wenclair#jenna ortega#wednesday addams#emma myers#Wednesday Addams#enid sinclair#Enid lee#Wednesday ler
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Enid: Where are you Wednesday? School just ended.
Wednesday: Finally, I've got you!
Enid: Wednesday! Finall- Hahahahahaha Wednesday stohop! Hahahahahahahaha P-please!
Wednesday: It is nice seeing you laugh, you know that?
Enid: You could've just showed me something funny.
Wednesday: I don't do funny, I do tickle.
Enid: Nohohohohohahahahahaha
#enid sinclair#wednesday tickle#tickle content#Wednesday Addams#Enid#Lee! Enid#Ler! Wednesday#Jenna Ortega#Emma Myers
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