#wenclair tickle
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What about Enid (with Thing's assistance) tickles Wednesday bc she saw her smile once and really wants to see her dimples. (Hope this is ok. Just thought it would be cute lol. Jenna's dimples might be the cutest thing ive ever seen)
Oh! I actually had an idea similar to this, where Wednesday was trying to ask for tickles from Enid, but was struggling so Thing decided to tickle her to show Enid what she wanted, and I may end up writing that but right now I like this one more!
Smiles of laughter
Characters: Lee! Wednesday; Ler! Enid, Ler! Thing
Warnings: Death mention, tickle fic.
Enid’s fingers slowly moved the nail varnished covered brush down Thing’s sprawled out fingers, who was laying like a cat in front of Enid’s cross legged. Her movements were slower, and more absentminded because there was one image that she couldn’t take out of her mind. Wednesday Addams smiling. It seemed virtually impossible, totally out of character for the goth girl, but Enid caught a small glimpse of it earlier today when she entered the room.
Wednesday hadn’t even realised Enid saw her, she thought her face was mostly covered by the book she was reading, but it didn’t hide her rare joy to see her friend. The two had barely spoke tonight, Enid had no idea how to bring it up, or even to get her to smile again. Her thoughts were interrupted by a frantic tapping onto the vibrant covers of her bed. Looking back down at the severed appendage, she noticed some of the nail polish she was applying had accidentally been brought down to its finger. ‘Oh! I’m sorry, Thing!’ The girl quickly apologised, which caused Wednesday to briefly look at the two before turning back to her book. The werewolf reached her hand over to her drawer and pulled out a wipe and cleaned off the polish from Thing’s fingers, who shrugged at her, asking her why she lost focus. Enid stared down at Thing, then over to Wednesday to confirm she wasn’t paying attention, then back to Thing. She reached over and placed the hand on her shoulder, tilting her neck away from Wednesday as she spoke to it. ‘You gotta promise me you’re not gonna tell anyone,’ she prompted, which Thing tilted at, seemingly asking why. ‘Because she’ll kill me if anyone knows about this!’ She said in a whisper shout, which made Thing get the message as they waited patiently for an answer. ‘I saw her smile earlier.’ Thing practically jumped upwards in surprise, and Enid quickly raised her arms and caught the hand mid air. Wednesday turned again and raised an eyebrow, Enid could feel her heart beating faster as a bit of colour moved to her cheeks. ‘He..fell,’ she said slowly, not being able to think of any other convincing lie. Wednesday let out a small hum in response, not having the energy to retort against the girl.
Enid let out a sigh of relief as she turned to Thing was a disgruntled expression who apologetically tapped her wrist. Enid let out another low sigh and dropped Thing onto the bed, who crawled back onto her lap. He tilted at the Nevermore student, questioning what she’d do next which Enid also shrugged at. She let him crawl back up to her shoulder and kept talking, leaning her head back onto her bed frame. ‘It’s just..her smile was so pretty..’ she gushed quietly, her own smile curling onto her face as she played with a lock of her hair ‘and I don’t really know how to get her to smile more.’ Thing would smile at the girl if he could, the bond the two girls had was something different, it was stronger then anything else in the school walls. Though, it seemed like a small lightbulb went off inside of him when he thought of a solution to Enid’s problem. He moved closer across her shoulder and began gently scribbling his nails against her exposed neck. Her breathing hitched against the unexpected touch and she batted his fingers away,squirming her legs slightly as she bit on her lip to not let any laughter out. Thing quickly brought his newly painted nails away, seeing the girl already struggle to keep in her laughter. ‘Thing!’ She hissed at him with a quiet voice. ‘What was that for?’ He tapped on the bed, and then pointed over to Wednesday. Enid tilted her head in confusion at the hand, but something clicked inside her Jane he wiggled his fingers. Wednesday Addams was…ticklish? A second light bulb went off and her mouth went into a small ‘o’ shape. ‘That’s how I can make her smile!’ She whisper shouted at thing, her own smile curling onto her face as she looked down at a rather proud, or smug, it’s hard to tell, Thing.
Wednesday had been buried in her book for the last half an hour, and only recently had drawn her attention away to Enid and Thing. She knew the two could be hiding something, seeing as it wasn’t in Enid’s typical nature to remain quiet, but maybe she was being considerate for once. It wasn’t until she felt her mattress sink that she peered upwards, and saw an unusually happy Enid. Well, it wasn’t unusual for her to be happy, but she seemed even more overjoyed at the moment. She raised an eyebrow, almost expecting Enid to speak before breaking the silence. ‘Wouldn’t you prefer to stay on your own side?’ She prompted her to leave, though it was more polite then what she’d say to other people. ‘No, I think I prefer it here actually!’ She smiled even wider, which struck Wednesday as a little off. ‘If you want something, you have to ask for it,’ she said, deciding it to be the reason for the girl’s unusual behaviour. Truth be told, the colourful girl was only distracted her while Thing crawled onto the other side of the bed, leaving Wednesday between the two. ‘Well, I guess there is something I want,’ she said, leaning her back against the bed frame as she tilted her neck to be able to look at Wednesday. ‘Well, spit it out now then, Sinclair,’ she ordered, looking up at the girl expectantly.
As the words let her mouth, she felt a long nail begin to trace upwards from her hip. She flinched back towards Enid, turning to see Thing next to her, when Enid’s hand began squeezing her side. ‘Hm, whatever your doing, you should s-stop it, now,’ she barked out, trying to keep her composure. She did manage to keep a straight face and her laughter remained bottled up in her throat, but Enid could tell her methods were working. Like most things with Wednesday, she managed to keep her reactions very well hidden, but her roommate always noticed when something was off, like how she stuttered when she was talking, or the way she recoiled from Thing’s touch. ‘You really are ticklish!’ Enid gasped out, letting her hand trail over to Wednesday’s stomach. Given that Wednesday had rarely been tickled before, she was finding it increasingly difficult to find a way to react. Instinctively, she tried grabbing at Enid’s hands but that proved useless once Thing’s fingertips shot into her armpits. She pulled her arms down to her sides, and tried to refrain from kicking her legs. She bit down on her inner cheek, an action that thankfully went unnoticed by the two.
‘Come on, why don’t you laugh? Or at least smile, for me?’ Enid offered, but it was more of a demand as her king colourful nails sink into Wednesday’s stomach, making the girl wince, not out of pain, but out of annoyance from the tickling. Well, sort of. She did it on purpose, because she truthfully didn’t mind the tickling. She could never admit that though, it was too childish and happy of an interest that even her carefree self wouldn’t be able to admit it in the slightest, which she luckily wouldn’t have to do. ‘Hm, what if I tickle you right..here?’ Enid asked, scratching a single finger at the girl’s navel. With the tickling focused at a single, small spot, it became a lot harder to keep her composure. Her leg kicked once suddenly, her eyes squinted ever so slightly in seeming frustration and she couldn’t even open her mouth to send a remark at Enid, fearing that her La if her would pour out if she did. ‘Oh, that definitely got a reaction out of you!’ Wednesday shook her head quickly, denying her roommate’s accusation which Enid giggled at. ‘
‘Okay then, not here..then what about here?’ She asked, pinching and circling her fingers at the girl’s thighs. While her thighs weren’t her most sensitive spot, they were still fairly ticklish and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep a straight face. She allowed the edges of her lips to curl ever so slightly, it felt as if a weight was lifted, but an even heavier one was put on her when she felt a subtle scratching at her ribs from Thing. Her legs kicked once more, before she planted her heels against the bed, inching away from Thing’s fingers. ‘Oh, you must have found a good spot up there, huh?’ Enid teases once more, which just made the tickling all the more worse. The goth had no idea how to respond to teasing at all, she felt like she wanted to curl up, but didn’t want to look weak. It wasn’t until Enid’s nails suddenly plunged into the back of her knees that she lost her composure. Her legs jolted away from her nails, she softly batted at Thing and a very small smile made its way onto her face. With her having no idea what to do, she dropped her book onto her face to hide it muffled laughter poured out of her mouth. ‘Nahaahahahahaah!’
The sound made Enid perk up as she turned to the rather adorable sight. ‘Aw, Wednesday, you really should laugh more, it’s adorable!’ She cooed, scribbling her against her knees. Wednesday instinctively curled her knees closer to her, which just gave Enid a chance to crawl up to her. She pulled the book from her face as Thing continuously tapped at her ribs like a piano, and all she could do was try and wiggle away from him, or slap down on his fingers, which she much preferred. Needless to say, Enid could’ve practically melted at the sight that she saw. Wednesday’s eyes were squinted slightly, and her smile was so unbelievably pretty. She took a couple of seconds to just pause and stare down, more and more laughter being let out by the girl causing her to blush even more. ‘Staahaahahahap!’ Wednesday ordered, trying to sound threatening which was hard through all the laughter.
‘Oh! Right! Of course!’ Enid nodded, shaking her head and blinking a bit before shooing Thing away gently. Wednesday took in some deep breaths through her nose, fixing her face to her neutral, somewhat disgruntled expression before sitting up and turning to Enid. ‘If you tell anyone about this-,’ she started, but was quickly interrupted ‘yeah, you’ll kill me, I know, I won’t!’ Enid reassured her, which caused Wednesday to sigh and look away. After a moment of consideration, she asked ‘why did you do that?’
Enid took a few seconds to think. She didn’t really want to lie to Wednesday, but she wasn’t sure how she’d react. Still, her kind nature wouldn’t allow her to do she decided to tell her the truth. ‘I..wanted to see you smile,’ she said cautiously, ‘it’s pretty.’ She added.
Wednesday sat in silence for a couple of moments, before looking up to a somewhat worried Enid.
‘Yours is too.’
#lee! wednesday#wednesday tickle#lee wednesday#wednesday#tickle fic#sfw tickling community#wenclair#wenclair tickle
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Querida
It was after Botany class, when Yoko and Divina were making their way out of the classroom, that they overheard parts of a quiet conversation going on between their favorite pair of Outcasts. Just as they were about to step out of earshot, did they hear the small Seer slip out the affectionate term, with a tone so soft they could hardly believe their ears.
Smirking, Yoko leaned in to whisper to the Sirens ear: Or more like Queerida
Making Divina clamp down on her sudden need to laugh so hard that it resulted in a loud snort instead, earning a curious look from the Werewolf and a scowl from Wednesday.
The following weekend Yoko bursts into Enid and Wednesday's dorm, seeking out the Wolf for their weekly Girl's Night, while the goth is indulging in her writing hour and the blonde is applying the finishing touches to her makeup in the bathroom.
Yoko: ENID! Queerida!! You ready to go??
The sound of a violent keystroke reverberates into the room as Wednesday whips her head around, directing a thousand yard glare at the Vampire, as Enid's musical laughter and desperate gasps for air can be heard from the adjacent room.
Yoko is then chased out of the dorm by a series of throwing knives, cackling maniacally.
#wenclair#my brain was just absolutely tickled by 'Queerida' after it popped into my head#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#yoko tanaka#wednesday netflix#incorrect wednesday quotes#wednesday x enid
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personally i find this hilarious
#wednesday#wednesday fanart#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wenclair#zenta draws#they tickle my brain#please take the quick dooble#something possessed me when i listened to this song
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Casual Wednesday Night
A/N: I FINALLY finished this one, took me way too long but I’m happy with it! And let’s be honest, we need more Wednesday and Enid around here! Enjoy!
Warning: none, just fluff
Word Count: 2581
Wednesday opened the door to her shared room with a little more force than required, making the wood slam against the stone and making her roommate, Enid, look up with a yelp. Although Enid had grown accustomed to the many moods of Wednesday, sometimes they still surprised her. Wednesday didn’t say a word as she slammed the door shut again, making her way towards Enid’s disgustingly pink bed. She stared at it for a moment, considering her options, before flopping down face-first onto soft covers. Enid, who had been scrolling on her phone, looked up briefly before continuing scrolling with a giggle.
“What poor, unfortunate soul do you want to murder today?” She asked. Wednesday let out a muffled grumble as a response.
“Xavier keeps asking me to pose for a painting. That’s the third time he asked in two weeks, and it takes a lot of effort to keep avoiding him. We all know he can paint perfectly fine from just his dreams, as weird as that sounds,” She huffed, sitting up straight. “So that means he’s just trying to get me to hang out with him. Why would he possibly do that?”
“I don’t know, maybe he’s actually in love with you or something,” Enid chuckled, earning a deadly glare from her roommate. As ridiculous as that sounded, she knew that Enid had a point. Xavier was stupid enough to fall in love with her, despite all the numerous death threats warnings she had given him.
“And since I have the Principal's eyes on me with the whole ‘Hyde’ situation, I can’t just murder him and get on with life. No! I have to be nice to him, I can’t even torture him now,” Wednesday grumbled under her breath, letting out a dramatic sigh, which earned another giggle from Enid. The blonde was used to those statements by now.
“Why don’t you just tell him no, instead of avoiding him?” Enid asked, finally putting her phone to the side to fully pay attention to her friend. Wednesday didn’t look at her as she shrugged.
“Boys are stupid, he simply wouldn’t understand, so there’s no point in me trying to explain it to him.” She said, laying down on her back this time. It wasn’t a complete lie, she had seen her fair share of boys being stupid. She just didn’t want to see Xavier. After coming to Nevermore, Wednesday had realized that her black heart was not as black as she had originally thought, especially after meeting Enid. For a reason she couldn’t exactly put her finger on, she had allowed Enid into her life, and the blonde had added colors to her existence. While Wednesday usually enjoyed pain and suffering, this was a torture she hadn’t been prepared for. However, slowly but surely she had gotten used to having Enid around her, and now she was at the point where she actually enjoyed the blonde’s presence. She’d never admit that out loud, of course, and while she had accepted Enid, she didn’t feel the need to accept anyone else like that. Xavier be damned.
“I guess I’ll have to stay in this room for the rest of my days,” Wednesday said with another dramatic sigh, causing Enid to playfully roll her eyes.
“Well at least you get to stay in this room with your favorite person in the whole world!” The blonde declared with a giggle, earning another glare from her dark haired friend.
“Don’t push it, Sinclair,” She muttered, yet there was no bite in her words. She had to admit that staying here, with Enid, was the lesser evil of the two compared to seeing Xavier. Even if the bed she was staying on was ridiculously soft and pink.
“Aw come on, we both know it’s the truth,” Enid giggled as she shuffled closer to Wednesday, who now refused to look at her. Instead, she was staring at the ceiling. “After all, we’re BFF’s!” Wednesday gagged at that, earning an eye-roll from Enid.
“I’d rather eat a piece of glass before I say that out loud.” She said with a deadpan stare.
“Oh now you’re just being dramatic! We both know it’s the truth,” Enid said with a grin as she sat next to her on the bed, deciding to push it despite the warning she had gotten earlier. “Just admit it, Wednesday!”
“Enid–” Wednesday started, thinking about the possibilities to threaten the werewolf with. All of that, however, was interrupted when said werewolf started poking her side to further persuade her. A sharp gasp left her lips as she sat up, and her hand immediately grabbed Enid’s wrist. Any other person would have gotten a broken hand - and possibly arm - for even thinking about touching her. Enid stared at her, eyebrows raised as she took in the reaction and the gentle yet firm grip. She had been raised by her older brothers, so it took only a second to realize what was going on. A mischievous grin slowly spread on her face, sending a shiver down Wednesday’s spine.
“Oh? Are you ticklish Wednesday?” The blonde asked, keeping a close eye on her friend. Wednesday stared at the blonde, considering her options. She could lie, yet she had a feeling Enid would be able to tell. She could threaten her, but Enid probably knew by now that Wednesday wouldn’t actually hurt her. Still, definitely worth a shot.
“Enid, the last person who tried to tickle me lost a finger. I wouldn’t if I were you.” Wednesday said in the most threatening voice she could muster, trying hard to ignore the weird, bubbly feeling in her stomach. Whenever her parents tried to tickle her, she absolutely despised it, and when her brother tried to tickle her she’d bury him alive for a few hours. She had hated tickling for as long as she could remember. So why didn’t she feel the same hate towards it now? Enid only grinned wider at her.
“Oh really?” She asked with a wide grin, turning into the predator she really was. Wednesday could tell that her threat didn’t work, and that Enid was up to no good, yet before she could escape Enid had already pounced.
“Enid! Get off of- ahAH! Ahahaha! I’ll kihihill you!” Wednesday tried really hard to hold back her laughter, but simply couldn’t as Enid shook her hands into her ribs. The blonde had straddled her waist, making it impossible to roll away.
“Oh. My. God! Wednesday, you need to laugh more, your smile is so cute!” Enid cooed, making her blush hard and wish she could die then and there to escape from the embarrassing display. Wednesday pushed as hard as she could against Enid’s arms, yet she was no match for the werewolf’s strength. The blonde giggled at the attempt and started kneading her sides, earning a loud cackle from her friend.
“Nohohohohoo! S-stohohop tihihihickling meehehehehe!” She tried to curl up into a ball to protect her own sides, yet Enid’s hands always managed to slip past her defenses.
“Okay! Just admit that we are BFF’s, and I’ll stop tickling you!” Enid said happily while clawing at her stomach. Enid’s claws were no joke, Wednesday realized, as they tickled more than anything she had ever experienced.
“Whahahahat?! Noohohoho! Nehehehehhever! Ehehenid staahahahahap!” She tried to give Enid a threatening glare, yet it was automatically defused by her giggles. Admitting that out loud? There was no way she’d admit that Enid was right!
“Never, you say? Well it looks like I’m not tickling you enough, then!” Enid declared with the most mischievous grin Wednesday had ever seen. Without a moment of hesitation, she shoved her hands into Wednesday’s underarms, earling a loud shriek from the girl as she started wiggling her fingers.
“No! NO! NOHOHOHOHO! OHOHOHO STOHOHOHOP!” Wednesday wanted to murder herself for laughing out loud like that, yet she couldn’t help herself. It really, really tickled. She kicked her legs and slammed her arms to her sides in a futile attempt to stop Enid.
“You know how to make it stop, Wednesday,” Enid sang teasingly, completely unbothered by her arms. She kept wiggling her nails into her underarms, laughing along with the usually stoic girl. Wednesday cursed herself for getting into this situation. There was no way she was going to say it out loud, and Enid wouldn’t stop until she did. Was this her end? Was Wednesday Addams going to be tickled to death?
“Ehehehenid! Enid stohohohohop ihihit! I’ll gehehehet yoHOHOU!” Wednesday shrieked, rolling side to side on the bed. Oh she was going to kill Enid, if she didn’t die herself. Enid merely chuckled at her.
“Sure you will! But until then, I’ll just– h-hey! Hehehehey nohohoho! Stohohoop!” Enid suddenly stopped tickling as she burst into loud giggles herself. Confused, Wednesday looked up to see what was happening, and couldn’t help but smirk a little while catching her breath. Thing had entered the room without either of them noticing, and was crawling up Enid’s torso while squeezing up and down at her side. Taking advantage of the situation, Wednesday wrestled Enid down until they had switched positions, straddling the young werewolf.
“Thihihihing! Why?” Enid giggled as the hand let go of her side to hop on top of her stomach, shrugging as he ceased his tickle attack. “What do you mean, because ‘you felt like it’?!”
“Took you long enough,” Wednesday said, yet smirked at Thing. “Now could you be so kind as to hold her arms up?” She said while cracking her fingers. The hand did his interpretation of a nod and used his surprising amount of strength to pin one of Enid’s arms over her head.
“Thing! You traitor!” Enid playfully cried out as she tugged at her arm, before looking at Wednesday with a nervous expression. “W-Wednesday! We can talk about this, right? Let’s talk about this!” She said. Wednesday looked at her for a moment, a smirk forming on her lips.
“No.” She said, dooming Enid to death by tickles as well. She jerked up her pink, fluffy sweater and started tickling her stomach, ironically earning a bark of laughter from the blonde. While Wednesday had at least tried to hold back her laughter, Enid seemed to let it out a lot easier. Having older brothers meant getting tickled to pieces on many occasions, so Enid was way more familiar with the topic than Wednesday, and didn’t seem to mind. She, however, was also very ticklish, and was now having a taste of her own medicine.
“Noooohohohohohoho!! Ohohoho it tihihihihickles!!” Enid howled, earning an eye-roll and a tiny smile from Wednesday. Enid looked adorable, as usual. She scribbled her black painted nails all over Enid’s belly, her smile growing wider as the blonde started kicking her legs.
“Of course it tickles, that’s the whole point of me tickling you,” Wednesday said matter of factly, as if she wasn’t sending Enid into a hysterical giggle-fit. She wiggled one finger into her bellybutton, earning another howl of laughter.
“NOOOohohohoho!! Ohohohoho stohohohohahp!” Enid cackled loudly, using her free hand to cover her stomach. Wednesday tsked and pinned it to the bed with one of her own, before continuing her assault on her bellybutton.
“The more you squirm, the more I will punish you. Usually I’d hang someone upside down by their ankles in the dungeon for tickling me, after cutting their fingers off, but…” Wednesday said, yet didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to, as Enid knew her well enough by now. Wednesday would never hurt her. Usually Enid would gush over such a statement, and probably attempt to hug her friend, but for now escaping from being tickled to death by Wednesday and Thing was a priority.
“Ihihi cahahaHAHAn’t hehehehelp ihihit! It tihihickles SOHOHO BAHAHAhahad!!” She laughed while arching her back, her nose curled up as she got a wide, toothy smile on her face. Once again Wednesday felt that bubbly sensation in her stomach while looking at Enid. She was… having fun. Tickling Enid was fun, and her laughter was very contagious, so it cost her all her willpower not to laugh along with her.
“Still not listening, huh? Let’s amp it up a bit,” Wednesday said, letting go of Enid’s arm to shake both hands into her ribs. “Thing, go get her feet!” She added. Enid gasped as the hand let go of her wrist and made a grab for him, her eyes wide open.
“Thing no! Don’t you daaahahahahare! Wednesdahahahahahay! Eehehehehee stohohop!” Her reaching arm immediately pulled back to curl in on herself when Wednesday touched her ribs, her legs kicking wildly to try and stop Thing from grabbing her ankle. Unfortunately for her, Thing managed to grab a hold of her foot, using his thumb to scratch against the bottom of her foot. The blonde completely lost it and let out a roar of laughter.
“Are you sorry for tickling me yet? Well?” Wednesday questioned, gently shaking and drilling her fingers into the ridiculously ticklish ribs. Despite her love for tickling, the combination of rib tickles AND her foot getting tickled was getting too much for the blonde.
“Yehehehes!! I am! I aaAHAHAHAM! OHOHO THIHIHING STOHOHOHOP!” Enid laughed her head off as Thing started tickling underneath her toes. Good thing Enid couldn’t concentrate enough to wolf out while being tickled, Wednesday thought. That would be problematic.
“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over your laughter,” Wednesday teased, unable to help herself. She enjoyed listening to her laugh. Enid was pushing against her shoulders to push her away, so she took the opportunity to tickle under her arms, making the blonde throw her head back in another fit of laughter.
“I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY! PLEEHEHHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!” The werewolf pleaded, and Wednesday could tell that she needed a break. Giving a look over her shoulder at Thing, the two of them stopped at the same time, allowing Enid to breathe.
“That’s what you get,” Wednesday chuckled as she slipped off of her friend, resuming her previous position next to the blonde. Enid, who panted heavily, wore a happy smile on her face as she looked at Wednesday.
“W-worth it,” She said, giggling at the somewhat playful glare she got. “I meant what I said, though, you’re really cute when you smile,” Enid added with a smile. Wednesday’s eyes widened as she looked away to hide a blush.
“Shut up,” She said, yet there was once again no venom in her tone. “... Your laugh is cute, too,” She mumbled after a short silence. Old Wednesday would kick her for saying something like that, but she didn’t really care right now.
“Awww!! See, we really are B–”
“Don’t make me tickle you again, because you will die this time.” Wednesday threatened with another glare, causing Enid to cover her mouth with a hand, both smothering the rest of the sentence and her giggles.
“Okay okay! Sooo, what do you wanna do now? Write another chapter?” Enid questioned as she looked over at her friend. Wednesday thought about it for a moment, before shaking her head.
“I think I’ll stay here for now. Once you get past the disgust for the color, it is a pretty comfy bed,” She said. Enid grinned widely and mouthed ‘BFF’ one more time, and this time Wednesday rolled her eyes with a small smile. She’d never say it out loud, but being BFF’s with Enid didn’t seem like such a bad thing after all.
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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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okay listen I’m an idiot😭 @maxnotmaxine56 requested Wednesday x enid tkl hcs but I replied to it and posted in by accident instead of saving it to drafts😭
So.. here they are anyway!
Wednesday<3
Lee:
-She’s hardly ever a lee but trust me, you wanna make the most of it when she is
-Suprisingly Wednesday has the most adorable quite giggles when she tries not to laugh
-I feel like she doesn’t squirm, she just sits there in a fit of giggles
-she’s quite hard to crack (unless it’s enid) but if you tickle her bad spots for long enough she will fall into silent laughter
-she’s the type to deny being ticklish even if she’s snickering
-“if you don’t stop I will kill you” through quite giggles
-unless you want to wake up, never call her adorable
-in the beginning she will half-heartedly bat at your hands
-she gets super embarrassed when people find out she’s ticklish
-she doesn’t mind being tickled
Ler:
-might be a bit obvious but Wednesday is 90% of the time a ler
-Wednesday will tickle people for revenge, been provoked, bored, or she hates to admit it but she will tickle people when they are sad
-I also see Wednesday having the most mischievous, teasy smirk
- WEDNESDAY IS THE MOST TEASY, EVIL, CARELESS, RUTHLESS LER YOU WILL EVER COME ACROSS!!
-Wednesday teases with her low monotone voice… omfg..
-Wednesdays teases are the most flustering thing… she’s so good at it and she knows it and uses it to her advantage
-At first Wednesday was super bad at aftercare but enid has warmed her up to physical touch so she will just softly cuddle her
-Wednesday is so persistent, she won’t give up until she has proven her point or she feels like your gonna pass out
-She is 100% convinced you like being tickled if you don’t try desperately get her to stop
-Her tickling style is evil! If she’s getting revenge she will mostly target your death spot
-before she gets into tickling you she will give you air tickles just to tease you (this may or may not be extremely flustering me)
-always starts off slow
teases she will use:
“Sweet spot? Awh what a shame!”
“Really? I’m not even touching you yet!”
“I’m sure you can handle a little tickling, I mean you deserve this anyway”
“Oh yea?” *tickles death spot* OR: “what’s that?”
“I really don’t feel sorry for you”
“Come on, stop acting like you don’t enjoy this, we both know to do”
“How are you this ticklish!”
(I can go on and on.. if you want a separate post just dedicated to teases that Wednesday will say then I will 100% do that!)
Enid!
lee:
-90% of the time a Lee!
-Enid is a lot more ticklish then Wednesday
-Enid cannot dish out teases because she’s just to soft
-Enid blushes extremely easily, especially when it comes to Wednesday (me to enid, me to)
-Enid is a big laugher and squirmer
-I see her having high-pitched, bubbly bursts of giggles
-WEAK to teases
-actually enjoys being tickled, sees it as fun
-always fails to ask so she will just give subtle hints
-gets extremely flustered over the t-word
-is extremely pen ticklish! Like if you were to draw on her arm in class she would have to try super hard to swallow her giggles
-wiggles uncontrollably
-her wolf ears are actually very ticklish
ler:
-Surprisingly, even though she just a fluffy lee, she is actually good at tickling
-she’s knows everybody’s worst spots, don’t try her
-tickled people either because she’s bored, because their sad or just because
-she doesn’t really use rough tickled unless you did something to deserve it
-will laugh at the state of you
-can’t be teasy for the life of her so she will just give you sympathy (eg: “awh! Your so ticklish”)
-if enid knows your ticklish… so does Wednesday
-underrated ler
-will use her wolf claws to lightly trace them into your bare skin
-mostly uses her fingers to scribble
Wenclair! <3
-I feel like they don’t have tickle fights because enid knows Wednesday will absolutely wreck her
-Wednesday will tickle enid for revenge
-Enid definitely kicks her legs when you tickle her stomach, Wednesday thinks it’s adorable
-enid can see when Wednesday has genuine had enough. Wednesday just doesn’t care unless enid is actually close to fainting-
-Wednesday will sometimes doodle on enids arm in class, seeing enid bite her lip and resisting her smile
-the amount of times that enid had started of as the ler, thinking it was funny and then Wednesday becomes the ler and enid gets scared
-enid always provokes Wednesday
-They usually tickle eachother for fun
-Wednesday only ever gives enid aftercare
-Wednesday is always extra teasy towards enid because she knows enid can’t handle teases
-Wednesday always pins her to stop her from squirming away
-Once Wednesday found out that enids wolf ears were extremely ticklish because she whent to pet enid and scratch her ears, and enid stayed wagging her tail and kicking her foot
-Enid always starts of by poking Wednesdays side
-enid targets her ribs when getting revenge
(Sorry it’s so short, I hardly had any ideas)
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Summary: Wednesday puts her feet in Enid's lap whenever they're on the couch together. One day, she learns a hard lesson when she ignores Enid in favor of her novel
Note: I don't ship wenclair but I didn't think this (her putting her feet in Enid's lap) worked if they were friends so here's my one and only wenclair fic
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Wednesday rested her feet in Enid's lap once the blonde had sat down. It was habitual for her, a rare show of affection since Wednesday wasn't fond of it usually even if came from Enid.
Her feet were in socks as they usually were. Black and white ankle ones. She never walked around barefoot, for reasons unknown to Enid.
Enid looked away from her phone to look at Wednesday. "Did you hear that Kent broke up with his girlfriend?"
Wednesday made a non-committal noise.
"Wednesday," Enid whined. "This is, like, super sad. He and Jenny were together forever!"
Still, the young Addams ignored her, too engrossed in the novel she was reading.
"Are you ignoring me?" Enid's jaw dropped. Mischievously, she gripped one of Wednesday's feet by the ankle, lightly dragging her nails down the pale sole.
Wednesday reacted immediately. She jerked, the novel falling off to the floor. Her lips thinned out as she pressed them together so she wouldn't laugh.
That was totally not cool! Enid used her arm to hold the foot, bringing the tickling to an agonizingly slow pace.
"Aww," Enid smiled sweetly, seeing the absolute tortured look on Wednesday's face. "Are you ticklish, Wens?"
The Addams girl shook her head wildly.
"I think you areeeee," Enid sing-songed.
"Stop," Wednesday choked out.
"Stop?" Enid repeated, donning a rarely shown smirk. "But why would I do that if you're not ticklish?"
Wednesday couldn't answer. She couldn't risk opening her mouth and letting all the laughter out that desperately wanted to come spilling out.
"I think I need to get this pesky sock off," Enid rolled it up to reveal half of her bare foot.
The second the tips of her nails came brushing against the sensitive skin, Wednesday lost it. It was a thousand times worse without the protective layer of her sock. She was overcome with girlish giggles, throwing her head back and desperately trying to yank her foot away.
"Does that tickle?" Enid teased. "Or how about here? Or there?" When she got to Wednesday's toes, the girl really started to thrash.
"Ehehehenid!" Wednesday is barely able to speak through her laughter.
"Are you gonna ignore me?" Enid demanded, watching her flop around like a fish.
Wednesday would probably say yes or something snarky any other day, but the tickling was driving her out of her mind so she frantically nodded no.
And then just stopped.
Enid grinned as Wednesday panted heavily. "Sorry, Wens. You know I hate being ignored."
#wednsday addams#wednesday x enid#enid sinclair#wenclair#tickle fic#tickling#ticklish Wednesday#lee! Wednesday#lee Wednesday#wednesday tickle#wednesday tickles
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outside the box
✩summary: wednesday’s writers block has left her irritation more prominent than usual, but enid and thing are quick to notice—and quick to help
✩characters: lee!wednesday, ler!enid (wenclair)
✩word count: 1.6k
✩warnings: This is a tickle fic, if that’s not your thing, scroll <3
“There! You’re all done!”
A few thumps of glee, and the appendage flexed its fingers, giving a thumbs up. Enid clapped her hands together with a prideful grin at her latest achievement. After some convincing, Thing’s nails now glimmered with a glossy coat of charcoal polish. Tapping a few fingers together, it then waved around, and Enid nodded with a smile, “Well yeah, it’ll take a few more minutes to dry, but you look amazing!”
The door creaked open, and the severed hand spun around, hopping up and down with glee to greet Wednesday, who simply looked it up and down as she approached Enid’s bed. “Hmm. It’s a new look, for sure. Maybe it’ll stick after a week.” Thing only waved a few fingers, before tapping Enid’s hand followed by a thankful snap.
“Glad I could help! You look fantastic, don’t worry.” She assured, and they exchanged fist bumps before Wednesday cleared her throat, making her way over to her desk. “I see you and Thing are getting along nicely.”
“Yup! We’ve had a few heart-to-hearts, and I learned how much he needed some reimagination for himself—sooo, that’s the nails!” She hopped to her feet, her tail flicking to the side as she tried to get a glance at Wednesday’s expression, but as usual remained blankly concentrated on her next task. She sat to continue her writing, the steady stream of clicks from the typewriter now filling the room. But as soon as they had started, they ended, Wednesday squeezing her eyes shut with a sigh, Thing climbing up her desk and drumming a few fingers against the wooden top.
“I’m fine.” Wednesday mumbled, her eyes opening to an unconvinced finger wag from the appendage, and Enid's brow furrowing in confusion. “He’s right, you’ve been acting weird—well, weirder than usual.” Wednesday turned her gaze to meet Enid’s, the girl's ears perked in curiosity.
“I’m stuck.” The discouraged air to her voice only proved her sincerity, as she pushed her chair back with a constrained creak against the wooden planks below them. Enid’s mind remained at a standstill for a few seconds, blinking before raising an eyebrow, “Writer’s block?” Wednesday gave a silent nod, frustration evident with an exhale. Enid folded her arms in thought, pacing over back to her side of the room. “Wait wait—what always helps me when I’m bored—”
“…Boredom is not the same thing as writer’s block—”
“Well I know that, but they’re both unavoidable states of frustration right? In this case, like a block of your creative flow!” Thinking out loud at this point, her tail flicks only confirming her concentration as she paced about. Also joining the determined effort to help, Thing hopped down from the tabletop, scampering over to the foot of Enid’s bed, where she now sat. It extended an index finger, and Enid’s ears perked up once again, her eyes now wide with resolution. “That’s it—Wednesday!”
The other lifted her head in response, awaiting Enid’s words. “Try to think outside the box…trapping yourself in a box of what you want to write about can limit your ability to write or think!” A few lengthy moments of silence, now wondering if she’d even heard her, caused her brow to furrow as she rose to her feet again. “...Wednesday?”
Her voice fell on deaf ears, as the other only remained silent, eyes glued to the typewriter. Enid’s ears fell, her eyes now focused directly on her, as she gradually made her way over to the desk. Thing wasn’t far behind, even crawling up the legs of the chair to rest on its top. Wednesday was either deep in thought, or didn’t care enough to respond to either of them. It wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary, but Enid found her eagerness to help fend off the writer's block that plagued her partner more defining than a simple zoning out.
Thing patience however, was immune to Wednesday’s apathy. Her surprised jolt from a swift poke to her side had brought her back to reality, feeling her cheeks reddening as she inhaled sharply. “Do that again and you’ll lose a finger.” The vexed tone in her voice only made Thing hop down from his pedestal to the floor, while Wednesday still attempted a look of irritation, which was almost ruined by the red hue making itself more visible by the moment. Enid couldn’t help but notice as much, her ears perking up with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. She was blushing? Oh, this was too good.
“Oh my god—Wednesday, are you ticklish?!” Her face lit up with a wide grin, the excitement of a puppy strongly resembled through her now swishing tail. Thing’s fingers drumming against the floor somehow was enough of an expression for Enid to pick up on, Wednesday quickly rising to her feet, “The last person to tickle me lost a finger. Try me.” She uttered, her composure slowly slipping away as Enid rocked from side to side with that shit-eating grin, a strategy clearly brewing. “Mhm, like that time you were also going to smother me in my sleep? Bury my snood in the graveyard?”
Wednesday swallowed dryly, blinking in response as she slowly backed a few steps back. The giggles from Enid were enough to convince her of her fate, her heart skipping a beat when she placed Thing atop her shoulder. “What it sounds like to me is that you have quite a few empty threats, wouldn’t you say?” Still at a loss for words, Wednesday didn’t know what to do besides remain standing. Making a run for it surely wouldn’t end well—the last thing she wanted was for anyone else to see what fate would possibly await her.
“I’m not.” She finally managed after a minute, startling herself with her sudden difficulty with making eye contact. “…ticklish, I mean.” She clarified with a slight furrow of her brow, realizing the need to clarify when Enid’s head cocked to the side in confusion briefly. What a feeling, a very odd one at that, she couldn’t recognize at all. It was like butterflies in her stomach but, why wasn’t she anxious? Why was she intrigued?
Before she could finish that thought, Thing’s fingers drumming against her sides had her preoccupied with a lip bite, swallowing back any giggles that threatened to make an appearance as she crumpled to the floor. Afraid if she spoke she’d lose composure, she swatted at her companion with furrowed brow. Enid only skipped over not long after, giggling as she gave some quick squeezes to her sides, her face lighting up when Wednesday’s lips quivered into a faint smile.
“Well, I seem to still have all ten of my fingers—and you seem like you might be ticklish.” Enid’s words only earned a death glare from the other, but it quickly crumbled away with the sudden prodding up her ribs from the appendage, replaced with a wide grin, giggles following close behind. Enid couldn’t help but gush over her reactions, her eyes lighting up when she saw her smile only grow.
“Wednesday—you have dimples?! Oh my god—you're adorable!” She found herself laughing along with the other, the comment making Wednesday’s cheeks flush darker. Thing halted its movements for a moment, jumping up and flexing its fingers briefly. Enid grinned from ear to ear, suddenly scribbling her fingers up her ribs, “Oh, go for the ribs? Ahaww—you’re right!” She cooed, Wednesday’s laughter picking up in volume as she squeezed around her upper ribs. Enid’s eyes only widened with a grin at every new reaction she discovered, laughing at a few snorts she didn’t expect.
“God I had no idea you could laugh like this! You’re adorable, holy shit!” She snickered at the weak shove Wednesday attempted at her hands, which only pinched at her sides for a moment, before halting her attack. “Oh my god,” Enid repeated again, her grin still present as she tilted her head a bit, trying to get a good look at Wednesday’s expression. And to her pleasant surprise, she was still smiling. In fact, not even a second later she was leaning into Enid’s touch, which only encouraged a growing flush against her face.
“You had fun didn't you?” Enid sang with a few additional pokes to the other’s torso, her tail thumping happily against the floorboards as Wednesday dissolved into another quite giggle fit, offering nothing in response but laughter. “I-I’ll get you—“ She managed to get out, still giggling even when Enid withdrew her fingers.
“Mhmmm, I know I know! But now I can get you.” She smirked with a playful hum, Wednesday rolling her eyes once Thing waved around. “This whole thing was your fault, wasn’t it?” The hand was still for a moment, before swiftly scampering off. Enid chuckled, “Don’t be mad at him, it was my idea.” Her ears drooped as her cheeks flushed slightly, averting eyes, “You were so in your head and upset about writing so…I just wanted to help get your mind off of it?” She offered a lopsided smile, and Wednesday blinked, before nodding slowly.
“I see what you meant…I appreciate the efforts.” She mumbled the last bit, staring up at the ceiling now. What was it she said about thinking outside a box? A box was restricting…isolating.
With a sigh, Wednesday rose to her feet. “Maybe you and Thing could stay. I think having company might help me get out of this…box.” She stated, before walking over to her typewriter and cracking her knuckles. Enid couldn’t help but smile, her gaze fixed on the girl in front of her. Wednesday Addams was difficult to read for sure, but that’s only if she wanted to make it hard for someone to. Counting herself lucky to be one that she didn’t feel the need to hide behind any mask, Enid stood with stretch.
“What chapter are you on again?”
#wednesday tickle fic#wednesday series fic#golden retriever lesbian (enid)#miércoles addams lmao#lee! wednesday#ler!enid#wenclair tickles#wenclair gremlin shit#raine writes! <3#tickle fic
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W rizz
Wednesday rizz
Ler!Wednesday Lee!Enid
Something shifted on Wednesday's day. Like it seemed like a normal school day in Nevermore, but something was off. On a sunny, shining morning Enid wasn't in her bed. It was routine that Enid came jerking and waking up Wednesday until she demanded Enid to stop it. It was odd, she didn't come to lunch, she skipped one of the few classes they had together, then ran to be alone in Eugene's lair of bees. Before their last class, Wednesday went to Yoko, keeping her monotone voice but inside she was seconds away from her voice cracking down and her balling into tears.
Wednesday: Enid hasn't annoyed me all day. Tell me where she is now or else I'm harming the first person I lay my eyes on. Starting with you.
Yoko: Chill, don't hurt me. Enid got into a fight with her parents yesterday, she's fine now but it was rough this morning.
As bubbly as she is Enid periodically keeps the sad stuff to herself. Wednesday didn't know until today from Yoko about Enid's parents, and how her Mom constantly pushes her into wolf conversion camp. When the sweet girl is sad, she never wants it to affect Wednesday. She instead separates herself and comes into public view until she's ready. Wednesday spent the remaining break time shedding her tears and expressing her thoughts to Thing in the bathroom stall. Thing said she saw Enid laughing it up with Bianca, however, Wednesday knew a part of her was only being happy as a way to hide her struggles. Thing suggested to do the code word: two snaps, Wednesday pulls a heavy sigh. Not that she didn't want to do it, but she still struggled with the how. But Thing tells times where Enid truly smiles, to where Wednesday misses it and lets her guard down by smiling. Her recalling how ticklish she is was now Wednesday's reason to make her gf happy.
Wednesday: Fine, but tell a living soul about this and I'll restrict your manicure time with Enid.
Thing swore to Wednesday as she goes to class where Enid waves at her. She apologizes for the absence and says it's because she was doing her missing assignments for other classes. Wednesday couldn't believe that excuse, she was a Straight A student all around. The whole class was spent in a study hall, both were concentrating on their textbooks about anatomy. While Enid was lodged in her book Wednesday snuck in a few side pokes which made Enid jump. She looks around, thinking it's Yoko or Ajax but they're on the other side of the classroom. It happens again, two pokes that make her jump and drop her pencil and water bottle. She checks under the desk for Thing, no sight of them but just a pair of fingers painted black that was tickling her sides again. Enid covers herself in the book and whispers to Wednesday who pretends to not be bothered by Enid's dilemma.
Enid: Addams, are you the one tickling me?
Wednesday: Yes.
Enid: But why?
Wednesday: You don't want to know why.
Enid hated Wednesday's short answers but loved that she might potentially get tickled. Any feeling or thought of getting tickled can easily erase the bad day Enid has been feeling. She secretly cheers from inside her book before going back to her sad aura for the entire period. After more pokes, and Enid's improvement in holding in her laughs the long period was over. Enid was still focusing on her note-taking until everyone left the room, Wednesday did a surprise attack on her side and neck making Enid laugh and fall off her high stool chair. Wednesday was smirking over the book, she has a thing for Enid's high-pitched laugh.
Enid: HEHEHEHE why did you do that??
Wednesday: Your tickling laughter is much different than your normal laughter?
Enid: So you like my laugh?
Wednesday: Don't push it Sinclair.
Enid did think the constant teasing and the sudden attack were all Wednesday had to offer to cheer her up. She was feeling better at the thought of Wednesday being kind enough to tickle her. But soon the black cloud came back during Enid's sailboating class, all she wishes and craves is Wednesday to tickle her. It's been clogging up her mind so badly that Yoko got mad at how distracted she was. But luckily those thoughts made her not think about what she was originally sad about. She went back to her room, coming in she didn't see the sight Wednesday doing her typewriting activity. When she closed the door she was met with the surprise of Wednesday tackling her to her pink-infested bed, tickling her sides insanely. Wednesday didn't need to pin Enid down, the deep side tickles were ticklish enough for Enid to not endure. Wednesday worried for nothing if Enid was the sensitive type who would laugh at anything.
Enid: WENSWENSWENS PLSHAHHAHHAH
Wednesday: You were quite dumb for thinking this wasn't going to happen, I gave you hints all day.
All there was as a hint was Enid being poked a few times, she never expected Wednesday to pull a tickle monster attack. While Wednesday was tickling Enid's armpits and neck relentlessly she was starting to understand the liking of tickling. Besides Enid's big smile causing a pink shade on Wednesday's face she liked that tickling was technically a torture method. A torture method that doesn't cause any harm just laughs. She liked Enid's reactions and her squeaky laugh, also how she stands up whenever the pinching got close to her hips. Since no one was here she can smile freely at Enid's laugh. When Enid had enough for now Wednesday stopped momentarily. Enid was too tired to notice Wednesday was smiling at how tired she was from the tickling. Enid wasn't out of breath, but not too passed out to call it quits. However, the call out of Wednesday's sudden attitude made her punished with tickles.
Enid: You're smiling WAITHAHAHAHAHA
Wednesday: I told you I'll kill you if you noticed my smile.
Enid: SORRYSORRY
She went back to tickling Enid's tummy, this time adding her feet to the equation. Her body was curled up, which took the right opportunity to tickle her feet and eventually get her armpit at the same time. Enid was yelling thru her screaming laughs, wondering how Wednesday became good at this. Wednesday just said it's easy, which is particularly true since her demand got Enid to lift her arms to tickle every part of her armpit. The secret is, she learned from Thing as sometimes Enid shares her secrets with the hand who's a good listener. She did another break since Wednesday and is worried that Enid would soon lose her voice over the amount of laughing she's doing. But soon the tickling intrigues her when she rubs Enid's stomach and her foot moves. She forgets how Enid's wolf powers are still engraved into her human self, which Wednesday thought was pretty cute. Which she won't admit to Enid.
Wednesday: My puppy...
Enid: What did you say HAHAHAHAHA
Wednesday: Oh nothing...
Then Wednesday ruins the sweet moments by pinching and squeezing every part of her ticklish tummy. Wednesday was becoming terrible at keeping a straight face thru her enjoyment of tickling Enid. Any slight chance of her gf catching it makes her tickle her ribs to forget what she saw five seconds ago. The thighs were a deadly spot, Wednesday was happy over Enid's NONOs when she approaches her thighs. Her laughter over Wednesday pinching her thighs was top-notch. It was a dangerous combo for Wednesday to tickle her thighs, but also move to her toes. Enid officially gave up as her body was sore from the endless hour of laughter Wednesday gave to her.
Enid: STOP STOP HAHAHHAHAIM HAPPY NOWHAHHAH
Wednesday: I don't believe you.
Enid: THELAUGHINGSHOULDOFGAVEITAWSY
Wednesday stopped, and Enid gave Wednesday a long hug. It struck a strong emotion in Wednesday, a feeling of warmth that warms up her cold heart. They looked at each other, still, Enid laying on the bed setting her hands on Wednesday's soft cheeks. Enid didn't want this to be awkward until the other friend softly kissed her, causing a sweet but unexpected moment. Their eyes widen after, but they went back to kissing. Then Wednesday took this small opportunity to give a neck raspberry to Enid, which she laughed hard at. Wednesday started to smile at how red Enid's face was, it was the cutest thing she's ever laid eyes on. Now Enid was back to normal, her puppy smiles and big smile being on and her ready to annoy Wednesday with facts about K-pop idols.
Enid: I was thinking we- HAHAHAHAHAHA
Wednesday: Or maybe I should keep going.
Wednesday says massaging her sides and digging her thumbs for it which causes Enid to go crazy over it. She's crazy over a lot of things, mostly over how evil Wednesday can be with tickling. More evil than usual. After finally getting all those giggles out she hugged Wednesday, tighter than before since she loves tight hugs. Especially the ones where she doesn't have the range to move her arms. She hugs her for a straight five minutes before kissing her again. Then they continued their activities of doing hw and Wednesday spent her night playing the cello. They ate dinner with their friend group and they were surprised at how Enid bounced back from her happy self. She lied and said she watched some Seventeen videos when in reality her girlfriend was wrecking her. They looked at each other and smiled, holding hands from under the table. They whisper I love you in each other's ears.
Enid: Love you Wens.
Wednesday: You too my little bad wolf.
Enid was blushing so hard after that.
#Yeaa I'm finished#But I made this around 3am yk the drill#Wenclair my favorite ship#Also yes my writing is terrible but I was planning on making a fic about these two#Even tho I'm not sure if this would ever happen#Prob tho#Anyway enjoy#Tickle#Wednesday#Wenclair#enid
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Just an old fanfic I did back in the day, about Wednesday lol
I had uploaded it to Ao3 but I said to myself, why not upload it here too? There are two parts, it is possible that I will upload the second part later or tomorrow, enjoy :D
OH YES SORRY FOR THE BAD ENGLISH OK-
The day had passed normally at Nevermore School. the students did what they wanted, after all, they were teenagers, and we all know how they can be. Meanwhile, Wednesday and Enid were in one of the rooms, the roomies who had little or nothing in common, but who managed to take their strange friendship one step further. Wednesday would never admit that she is Enid's girlfriend, yet everyone knows it because that wolf cub would not stop yelling it right in the face of anyone who was interested in hearing it.
They were both on the colorful side of the room, Wednesday just wanted to be free of all that black for a moment, change the scene to see if she could get some inspiration for her novel, which clearly didn't work out but she was comfortable since Enid was lying down on her lap looking at her phone.
Enid was begging for a long time for caresses from the brunette until she finally agreed, that could de-stress her a bit, she was thinking for a long time, she deserved it. She gave soft caresses to the werewolf's stomach, mostly to make her feel good. While she saw her reactions out of the corner of her eye, she had noticed that Enid at times moved her leg as if she were a dog, what made her curious.
“Your leg… doesn’t stop moving every time I scratch you” Wednesday said with a soft tone, although her face remained expressionless.
“Huh?” Enid looked away from her pone to see her girlfriend, the looked down at her belly “Oh, yeah. That happens haha! It’s like an involuntary reflex”
“a reflex?” She did not hesitate to scratch a little more to see her girlfriend’s leg moving again.
“Yep! It’s like dog. Weird, isn’t it?”
“More than weird is… curious, I guess. Apparently causes knismesis”
“...Kni what?” tilt her head like the confused puppy that she is.
“Knismesis, the kind of tickle that don’t make you laugh but causes you to move the leg, and there’s the other kind, Gargalesis” While scratching the blonde’s torso she had begun to fit her fingers a little. “Those are the ones that produce laughter, that everyone usually does”
“¡EEK!” She squealed due to the sudden tickling and reflexively slapped Wednesday’s hand. Realizing what she did, and that in fact, her girlfriend was staring at her with a shocked expression had scared Enid “Wednesday I’m sorry! I-I didn’t… I-I…”
“Hm… Do you know Enid? Tickling at some point in history was considered torture, not foy physical harm, it didn’t leave a single scar” She dug her fingers into Enid's stomach again, causing her body to tense. “All the damage was psychological, they spent hours and hours tickling the victims” Wednesday began to slowly move her fingers, slowly increasing the pace as she spoke.
“P-Pff O-Okay okay understood, do you want to sto-” and was interrupted by Wednesday's talk.
“They came to spend days in torture, even months just laughing non-stop while all those tickles tormented their bodies.” Despite talking about something as silly as tickling and, by the way, doing it, she looked serious and that intimidated the blonde, so she doesn't move from her place. Her fingers moved all over her torso, digging and scratching without stopping, when Enid wanted to stop her, Wednesday moved her hand to another side further away from her girlfriend's hand.
“H-Hahahahahaha!! W-Wednesday!” She looked up again to see her brunette girlfriend “I-I Gehehehehe it!! Cahahahahan you sto-pfff!!” At this rate she was laughing out loud, Enid was starting to kick as the tickles were too precise, it was like Wednesday knew where to attack.
“Something like that was how the victims begged, no matter how much they asked for mercy they never stopped, at least until they fainted from lack of air. I'd really like to try that method, but I can't find anyone ticklish enough to push them to that limit.” That last one seemed more like a joke, but no one knew that, she said it so seriously.
At this point, the blonde was laughing uncontrollably, twisting her body as she kicked, even cowering to try and cover herself, but nothing was working. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! W-WEHEHEHEHDNESDAHAHAHAY!!!”
“Tell me, Enid” She looks down to finally notice her girlfriend. A small smile forms on her lips from the way she laughs and twists, she thought her desperate laugh was so cute, but she wasn't going to say it out loud.
“STOHOHOHOHOHOP IT!!” The brunette nods her head removing her hand from the body of the little puppy who was still laughing while taking a breath, a couple of tears in her eyes. “Y-You… *chuckles* you're good…at this”
“Meh, I only read some of the techniques in the torture books”
Enid had risen from Wednesday's legs to sit on the bed beside her. Despite having laughed so much, she looks already recovered, a werewolf thing. "You know? When someone tickles you and stops, it's legal to tickle that other person”
“Yeah, you can see that I don’t have”
“Really? Is that an invitation to find some sensitive spot on your body, honey?” she had a mischievous grin on her face, she even raised her hands wiggling her fingers a little.
“If that’s what you prefer to do all night, go ahead” Her voice was firm. Wednesday was sure of herself… but was what she said it right? What if Enid could find some weak spot in her?
Stay tuned.
#tickling content#tickling community#aaaaaaaaaaaa#wednesday tickle#wednsday addams#enid sinclair#wenclair
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wenclair au where wednesday stumbles into the nearest establishment she can find to take shelter from the sweltering summer heat, only to discover it’s a cat cafe.
she hates the colours, she hates the fur that tickles her nose, she hates the tackiness of the tabletop, sticky little ring silhouettes left behind as spectres of the ridiculously syrupy drinks that lay there before; and above all, she hates the unnecessarily cheerful blonde abomination stood grinning at her behind the counter as she squirts whipped cream directly into her mouth, the glittery nametag informing her of a name she equally hates - Enid.
she hates that she returns the next day, and the next, and the one after that. she hates that she’s slowly learning the difference between Milly and Molly, two near identical black cats that have taken a liking to her.
she hates how she now knows the back booth is reserved exclusively for her, the table pristine, a freshly made quad over ice waiting expectantly. she hates the soft “thank you” that falls from her lips.
she hates the way she finds herself smiling softly as she watches the barista have what appears to be a very serious conversation with Alfred, an incredibly old, incredibly deaf ginger tom.
she hates the way the blush creeps up her neck when she’s caught staring, a wolfish grin and a wink thrown casually in her direction. she hates the way Enid’s name is permanently at the tip of her tongue as though she’d been saying it all her life, she hates the way she can’t help but add a softness when she allows her tongue the freedom to say it.
she hates the way Enid stumbles over her words as she asks to take her out to dinner. she hates that she replies with the affirmative before the blonde has even finished her sentence, both turning a violent shade of red.
she hates the weakness in her knees, the light perspiration of her palms and the way she can feel her cheeks dimple as another rogue smile finds its way upon her face.
she hates how reminiscent she is of her father, and how easily she had allowed herself to be ensnared by her enigmatic opposite. she hates the steadying weight of Enid’s hand in hers, she hates the way her traitorous heart thunders as the mere thought of the woman, but mostly, she absolutely despises the way she doesn’t hate it at all, not one, tiny bit.
#wenclair#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wenclair au#i’m literally just talking to myself here idk what this is#wednesday: i hate you. kiss me#i’m rambling
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Wooo, I made amazing progress on a Wednesday fic today! It’s not lee! Enid like I promised, but I will make a Christmas themed fic to do with that! The fic should be around 1500 words when it’s done!
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Llama, Llama Baby Drama | Wenclair One-Shot for @based7100
Summary: Enid gets an emergency call to babysit on a date night. When Wednesday shows up with intentions of having it anyway, they have a much-needed conversation about their future.
(separate from my established Wenclair universe in CftF or Black Menagerie)
WC: 4,979 (STILL UNDER 5K OKAY)
Rated: All Ages
trigger warning: a baby
Prompted by @based7100, "Wednesday and Enid having the do you want kids talk" as part of my >5k writing (post-taxes) challenge
“Why is it sticky?” Wednesday asked with a grimace as Enid tickled the baby that was perched on her hip. The infant gave a loud squeal of laughter that drew a deeper cringe from Wednesday at the sudden pitch.
“She is sticky because she just ate, and I didn’t want you breaking and entering and setting off the home alarm! You’re lucky I have werewolf hearing, otherwise I would have made you be the one to settle her down.” Enid said with a smile of exasperation, opening the door wider, allowing Wednesday entry to a townhouse. Enid pressed buttons on a keypad when Wednesday came into the doorway of the space with some agitated trepidation. Monsters, serial killers – entering the lair of either would’ve brought her glee, but entering the space of an eight-month-old was like being dropped into a hostile landscape without adequate preparation.
She noted Enid in her stocking feet and untied her boots, staring up at Enid and the little she with unblinking eyes, attempting to assert her dominance in the small person’s home. Enid just rolled her own and gave Wednesday a peck on the cheek as she stood tall again, clutching her backpack strap. Enid looked at the entryway clock and added, “I’m going to get her cleaned up – it’s close enough to time – I’m going to get her in the bath if you wanna just make yourself comfortable! You’re like, forty minutes early, so don’t blame me that you’re bored!” The baby stuck her entire fist into her mouth, gurgling while a trail of saliva slipped her all the way down to her elbow. Again, Wednesday was sure she made a face, unable to help her disgust.
Make yourself comfortable was quite a loaded statement, as Wednesday didn’t have a portable bed of nails handy. She and Enid had their third Saturday night date cancelled in a row; the last minute “emergency” babysitting request coming through from a Normie family she’d made friends with in Jericho (really, Wednesday considered grandma falling down the stairs more of a coming of age event than an emergency) dampening a makeup date from a makeup date. Unable to tolerate three weeks in a row of a Saturday night without her girlfriend, Wednesday had cautiously accepted the invitation to come over after the baby was in bed. The child’s mother had said that was acceptable – and though she feared becoming a 80s movie babysitter cliché of making out on the couch while there was a killer outside, she’d taken the chance as the next week was supposed to be just as busy for the seniors at the end of their school year as they’d all been. (It was unlikely the house had a landline for anyone to ask if Enid had checked on the baby, anyway.)
Enid disappeared with her down the hall, using a different tone in her voice than usual to talk to the baby, who obviously couldn’t comprehend what she was saying regardless of her cadance. Staring after them for a long minute, Wednesday gave a tiny blink and took a look around – finding a stereotypical portrait of a family sitting in a field of leaves with their infant from the fall. The picture-perfect matchy-matchy white, suburban American aesthetic completely draining her before she even properly entered the home.
Exiting the foyer into the living area, she recoiled a touch at the explosion of color and plastic toys. Wishing she’d brought Thing to put him to work, she thought about perching herself on the edge of the wooden rocker in the room, not touching anything when she realized – if she didn’t pick up the toys while Enid was picking up the baby, it would just be that much longer before they’d be able to sit together on the plush loveseat under the window.
Wednesday let out a silent sigh, dropping her shoulders, taking a sharp glance around trying to figure out the organizational method when she realized – there wasn’t one. Unable to tolerate such a disaster, she began sorting the toys into piles, little rubbery blocks with forever chemicals laced into them together, tiny plastic people that probably had lead in the paint, and stuffed animals that had polyurethane filling which would outlive them all.
She found a few collapsible baskets that had never been put together near a stack of unopened mail on a bench, keeping everything separate as she got it off the floor. She rolled up the blankets, then went so far as to wipe down the tabletop when she couldn’t identify the crusty material that was gathered on top, using a deplorable smelling baby wipe.
It seemed like Enid at least hadn’t been forced to make anything for the baby, as there was just a spoon and a little plate in the sink and cleaning off the high chair tray. (Wednesday could handle blood spatter, entrails, and digging through bones, but honestly – the mush and droll were going to push her over the edge.) After putting everything that seemed dirty in the dishwasher, Wednesday followed the sounds of splashing and giggles to the bathroom down the hall.
Enid was on her knees in front of a tub, where the baby was in some sort of special seat. Not sure if she needed to avert her gaze for privacy, Wednesday almost disappeared but Enid shook her head, “You can come in! It’ll be a few minutes. Bailey loves to play in the water!”
Bailey. That was surely, the name of a dog, not a human child. Certainly – not an adult someday who needed to enter the workforce someday.
Avoiding yet another dramatic sigh out her nose, Wednesday hovered, her arms crossed as she stared the child down, who dropped her silly little face full of joy at the leer. Bailey frowned severely, suddenly – and Wednesday took the cue to leave, wandering into the baby’s nursery.
The room was surprisingly neutral, which Wednesday did appreciate with the lack of stereotypical pink. The baby’s crib was simple, and though Wednesday might’ve joked about smothering Enid in her sleep the first day they’d met, she knew that it was important to just keep a fitted sheet on so the baby didn’t manage to do so to themselves. There was a second rocking chair – a glider, in the corner, a small bookshelf, overflowing with titles, a dresser that seemed to be doubling as a changing table, based on the diapering supplies, and a few unopened boxes of toys that she probably wasn’t developmentally prepared to play with stacked in the corner. The walls had simple wooden, cut-out letters that read the girl’s name, and three photos above the dresser of her with the family, a few peel-and-stick bunnies at her eye-level beneath them.
Wednesday squatted down to examine the child’s literature selection, shaking her head in disapproval. How did they expect to raise a well-rounded child if she lacked the classics? There wasn’t a Homer, Miguel de Cervantes, Shakespeare, Stephen King, or even a single Orwellian novel on display. Her own father had been sure to get through all of the works of Poe and War and Peace before Wednesday had even left the womb!
Pulling out a few titles that didn’t sound horrendous, Wednesday shook her head at the modern children’s literature; thinking it was a damn shame that some of the best sellers clearly had no concept of rhythm. What a chore some of the books would be to have to read aloud, a near burden and waste of a tree’s time on earth.
She sat in the glider with a stack, ready to provide Enid with what she hoped would be interpreted as a humorous, critical review of some of the books, when her girlfriend came in with the baby all wrapped up in a towel, cheeks rosy – but significantly cleaner. “Forgive me, baby Bailey – I was so rude not to properly introduce you. This is Wednesday. Don’t mind the glare, that’s her friendly one.”
Wednesday was about to start her joke reception of Brown Bear, Brown Bear but Enid kept talking. She took out a yellow onsie with ducks on it, placing Bailey on her back on the changing pad, giving that same high, fake voice that was just so grating, even from someone she loved. “Okay, sweet baby – let’s get all dry…yeah, we’ll dry your little feet-feet-feet,” The baby kicked and laughed while Enid kept going, rubbing the towel along her. “And your legs-legs-legs,” She shifted into sing-song, “And your belly-belly-belly, and your arms-arms-arms…”
It went on for so long. Wednesday just continued to watch the spectacle, as she started with a disposable diaper and then worked her into the front-zipper pair of baby pajamas. “All done!” She waved her hands in a way that Wednesday knew was sign-language, and the baby copied it. Enid kissed her all over her face, making Baily whirl in happy sounds and Wednesday was sure, she was glowering, unable to help her jealousy – even if it was a baby she was being paid to watch getting Enid’s physical and emotional attention.
Finally, Enid completed the scene, looking at Wednesday with a seriously sort of expression. “We’re almost done. Can you hang in there?” She asked, using nearly the same voice that she had for the baby. Practically growling, she was about to stand up, when Enid developed an evil sort of twinkle in her eye and came forward, depositing Bailey suddenly onto Wednesday’s lap. Thankfully – she had some sort of protective instinct, and her reflexes kicked in before she could let the baby fall backwards. She went to make a snide, argumentative comment, but Enid just wasn’t having it. “Start reading to her, I’ll make her bottle, and we can be done in half the time.”
“Enid – I can’t –!?”
“Read?” She teased sassily, putting her hands on her hips, perching a brow. “Nice try. Here, she loves this one,” She reached down to a paperback (the very feeling of the thin cardboard cover making Wednesday’s skin crawl) with a worried looking farm animal on top.
Before she could protest again, Enid adjusted Bailey more in Wednesday’s lap, putting her back closer to her chest. Bailey looked at Wednesday with as much certainty as she returned, looking like she was about to cry. “Start reading and she’ll totes be fine.”
“Enid, I swear –”
At the empty threat, Enid dashed out of the room and down the hall. Wednesday let out a breath, grumbling, “Llama, Llama, Red Pajama…creative. Endlessly, creative.”
With a sigh, she started to read and Bailey settled at the familiar rhyme. Wednesday followed through, managing to go for the first few pages until she read, “Llama, Llama, red pajama feels alone without his mama. Baby Llama wants a drink…oh, no. No, no, no. This Llama is playing games with his caregiver and she needs to ignore him before she develops horrific behavior cycles that take years to break. Next thing she knows, she’s going to have nine-year-old llama walking in on mama and dada llama fornicating and traumatizing him like Pugsley because they never put an end to his bedtime drama. Oh, llama, drama – I suppose that’s nearly clever.”
Sighing, she flipped through the pages to find that indeed, the mother gave into the child’s tantrum and Wednesday snapped the book shut. Reaching into a stack, she pulled out another title. “Fine, Corduroy. At least Lisa understands that the value of something doesn’t lay necessarily in the perceived perfection of it, but in what it means to the individual. This is a better message for you to internalize.”
With that, she found herself actually gliding the chair back and forth, starting and finishing the story. Bailey yawned and gave a clap at the end, looking up at Wednesday, squeezing her hands open and shut.
Enid gave an amused chuckle from the doorway, shaking a bottle. “It’s right here, sweet girl.” Bailey kicked her little feet and reached her hands for it. Enid gave her the bottle and she held it with one hand, using the other to twirl at her own, light-brown hair as her eyes instinctively went half shut, but turned back to the book. Wednesday tried to hand her over, but Enid winked. “I think you’ve got this. Look, she’s relaxing on you!”
“I don’t like this,” Wednesday grumbled, but didn’t fight it too hard, not wanting to make the baby choke. In general, she wasn’t about to be the good Samaritan to help somebody experiencing that in public, as it seemed like a solid natural consequence, but she didn’t want to be the reason that Enid lost her babysitting gig. (She stubbornly refused to always allow Wednesday to pay for things and insisted on odd jobs around town to make her own money.)
“You’re doing great,” Enid promised, kneeling at her side, putting a hand on Wednesday’s knee. “It’s good to challenge yourself to do things that make you uncomfortable.”
She flickered her gaze down to the hand on her knee, wishing it were elsewhere on her body… “Give me another book,” She demanded as the baby was practically guzzling her bedtime bottle.
With two more selections (far better choices for her interest level of reading aloud to an infant – though she swore, if she ever ended up coming again, she’d bring some proper literature), Wednesday closed the third story up and looked at Enid, who was looking at her with…
…fondness? Desire? She couldn’t quite read the emotion. As the baby finished, Wednesday passed her over to Enid, where she curled instinctively into her neck, holding onto her shoulder with a contented sigh. Watching the sight herself for a long moment, she started to feel a strange discomfort and took the empty bottle, excusing herself as Enid started to pat her back and rock her to sleep.
With simple deduction in the kitchen that the bottle required to be hand-washed, Wednesday completed the task, then found Enid’s phone on counter. Unlocking it and logging into her own account for a food delivery application, she placed an order for a local favorite that was still open at the evening hour, and wrote threatening instructions not to knock or ring the bell. If that baby woke once it was placed in the crib, so help her…
It was hardly ten minutes later that Enid stepped out of the room with a little monitor in her hand, placing it on the end table that had little rubber bumpers on the corners, giving a stretch and a yawn before looking at the stiff-sitting Wednesday fondly.
“Hey,” She greeted, plopping herself down on the loveseat, turning right into her.
“Howdy,” Wednesday spoke in reply. “Is the small gremlin asleep?”
Rolling her eyes again, Enid put a hand on Wednesday’s cheek, turning it towards her to press a long, sweet kiss on her lips. “She’s out. Thanks to your help. I appreciate it.”
“I have been told I have a soothing reading voice,” Wednesday spoke of herself, squaring her shoulders a little bit. “I would still prefer to have been at the steakhouse and then stargazing in the cemetery with you, though.”
“I know,” Enid wrinkled her nose. “I’m sorry. I’d usually say no to a same day request – but nana in the E.R. is a pretty valid reason. Imagine poor Bailey stuck there with them all night? She’d have been miserable.”
“You seem to do a good job at keeping her happy. I claim she’s still sticky, though.”
“Wednesday, she’s a baby,” Enid gave a tired chuckle, leaning back on the couch, intertwining their hands. “Thank you for being willing to even come over. I thought you might give me the silent treatment tonight.”
“I considered it,” She said honestly. “But…with time fleeting from us so quickly these days, only a month left until graduation – it seems prudent to spend as much time together as we possibly can, even if it includes minors.”
“Hopefully it’s a one-time thing. I told Bailey’s mama when I got here, I think that emergencies-pending, I’m tapping out for the rest of the year. There’s way too much fun left to be had and I don’t want to regret missing out for cash.”
“As I have repeatedly insisted, it is unnecessary. But I understand the desire to be productive and contribute to capitalism in your own way. I do hope you told her, she’s not allowed to have any emergencies next weekend.”
Giving almost a purr of a sound, Enid traced Wednesday’s jaw. “Not when I’ve convinced you to be my date to the Dark Prom.”
“As if I’d let you go alone,” Wednesday let out a little breath through her nose. “I’ve ordered dinner, so we can still have a touch of our date tonight as well.”
“Thank you,” Enid said quietly, kissing her again. “Hey…while we wait for that…let’s chat, since the topic is indirectly here, anyway.”
At the sound of sincere need for a challenging conversation, Wednesday’s defenses immediately went up. “Or I could pull you onto my lap and have you put your tongue in my mouth.”
“Well, I’m going to do that, anyway,” Enid giggled, straddling her to prove the point, giving her a long kiss. Thinking she was off the hook, Wednesday went to slide her hands along her back, just above her hot-pink pants, when Enid caught them and brought them together near her chest, pushing a kiss to her fingers. “We should talk.”
“We should keep doing that.”
“I’m serious,” Enid said quietly. “Look, I love you, so much. But – you’ve been very clever and used incredible evasive tactics each time we’ve tried to have a chat on any sort of serious front like the one that we really need to.”
Feeling trapped, Wednesday’s heartrate doubled in speed and she had to exercise every molecule of self-restraint she had not to shove her girlfriend to escape the situation. “I know, you’re not afraid of anything, but the future…it’s nerve wracking to think about. And, unfortunately – it’s really only a month away. I love you. I know that I love you, and I know that you love me, too. But we do need to start talking about what we want in life beyond just that we love each other. For your mom and dad, it was so easy – as they graduated Nevermore, they just ran off on trips and quests and got married and had more fun than they knew what to do with. We already know that our lives are going to be different than that. So…I just want to talk about that, a little bit – before we makeout anymore, okay?”
“Enid…” Wednesday tried to avoid her gaze. “I didn’t come over her to make things difficult, I thought since you would put the baby to sleep by seven-thirty, we could just spend time together-”
“We are. We will. But…Wednesday – do you want to have babies with me someday?”
Feeling like the springs in the couch cushions had just given out, popped her off and through the roof – Wednesday knew the color drained right out of her face, her eyes glazed over and when no words could form in her throat –
“Hey, hey…” Enid put her hands on her cheeks, snapping her awareness back. She pushed a sweet kiss to Wednesday’s lips and tilted her head. “Stay with me. I think that I’ve got my answer.”
“I didn’t say anything!” Wednesday responded with far more hostility than she needed to.
“Okay, okay…” Enid lifted her hands up in defense and sighed. “I’m sorry. That was so not a good way to lay that out there. But I’ve been trying to ask you more direct questions for months and you always avoid them, Wednesday. It’s frustrating! I want to plan for the future, and I want a future with you. I just want to know what that means.”
Wednesday swallowed thickly, trying not to feel overwhelmed and guilty. Her pulse was throbbing in her ears, her palms were sweaty –
“I told my mother that I would never be like her. I would never be a housewife, or a mother.”
There was a flicker on Enid’s face. Barely there, but obvious to the girl who knew her the most, who knew her the best, who loved her more than she’d ever thought possible.
“I mean, we’d be working, no doubt,” Enid said through a bubble of barely concealed emotion. “I can’t see you ever just wanting to sit about at home, and even if you were, you’d be writing or composing music or solving contracted murder cases, for sure…”
Cutting off her ramble as guilt was the next emotion that she started to experience, Wednesday hated how her harsh could snap out Enid’s light so quickly, even when she tried to hide it. “I…didn’t mean…Enid, when you just throw these things at me, I’m bound not to have an eloquent speech planned.”
“Well,” Enid shrugged, biting her lip. “We’ve talked about being married. That it might be possible for us. Just know – I’m open to having a family with you. Whether that’s us and a disembodied hand and a one-eyed cat, or us and a little…human-person, you know, I’m open to it. Just so you know.”
Getting a little lost in her comment, Wednesday popped a questioning brow. “Why would the cat only have one eye?”
Enid recoiled a little. “You seriously think you’d have a normal pet? Be real, Wednesday. The one-eyed cat would be a sign that he’s a street fighter. That’s way more your style than a cuddly, perfect Persian.”
Wanting to acknowledge the other part of Enid’s sentence, she found words locked in her throat again. She gave a shrug and balled her hands into fists at either side of Enid’s ankles on the couch.
“We know we have the next four years together, so like – this isn’t a convo that has to happen right now, I guess. I’ve just…read, that the longer a couple takes to talk about their wants and desires for the future, the more challenging it is if those things are different from one another. I don’t want things to be challenging with you. I love you. And I want to know – your wants, so that…I can prepare myself for making them happen.”
She leaned forward and initiated a kiss and Wednesday immediately felt her heart rate drop. After letting it go on long enough that her hair was a little messy in the back from Wednesday’s wandering hands, Enid pulled away with a wink, wanting to check the baby monitor. “Oh, she’s out. I had her outside until just before she needed dinner. The fresh air always does that.”
Just as Wednesday was about to try and tug her in for more affection, an alert on Enid’s phone indicated that the food had arrived. She deactivated and reset the alarm after securing it in her hands. “It’s no steak, but carne asada will totally do instead of whatever frozen post-partum diet food Bailey’s mama has in the freezer. Ick.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes. “A mother feeling pressure to return to her pre-pregnancy size is such a horrific societal pressure that needs to be popped.”
Enid brought them plates and forks, giving an approving sigh. “I know, right? Like – you just grew a whole-ass human! Give yourself a minute, mama – you just performed a miracle, and you should appreciate your body.”
Biting back a comment befitting her father of appreciating Enid’s body, Wednesday thanked her for the dinnerware and served them, listening to Enid blather about how excited she was for the following weekend and all the songs she hoped the DJ would play, singing a few dramatically to remind Wednesday of how they went (as if she could forget the earworms).
After taking care of the dishes and putting the leftovers in the fridge, Wednesday knelt in front of Enid as she flipped through a streaming app, knowing it would be some time before she landed on something for them to watch.
When she put her hands on Enid’s knees, the same way that Enid had done when she was rocking the baby, Wednesday locked eyes on hers. Enid dropped the remote. “You okay?” She asked in a serious, worried way, rubbing her shoulder.
Nodding, Wednesday let out a breath through her nose and shrugged. “I’m open…to whatever feels right for us.”
Enid lowered her hand from her shoulder to take Wednesday’s both in hers. “You don’t have to say that just because I said it first,” She promised. “I meant it as in, there’s no pressure, like - one way or the other. I’m serious. I just want a life with you.”
“What if we found a two eyed cat…and a one-eyed child at the same time?”
Blinking, Enid smirked. “I’m not sure what circumstances would lead to that, but of course. I don’t care how many eyes a kid has. If it feels like they’re part of our family, of course they should join it!”
Wednesday gave a curt nod, finding the words that had been locked away. “I don’t know that I’d ever want to carry a child. Physically, I mean – in utero. It seems like a distressing invasion of my personal space that I’m not sure I would ever recover from, and not due to societal standards of looking a certain, outward way afterwards.”
Enid’s eyes grew a watery sheen to them. “Of course, Wednesday. We’d never put you through something that made you uncomfortable that way. I’m, ugh,” She groaned. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by practically forcing you to hold baby Bailey earlier. That was wrong, I’m s-”
“That was an okay sort of discomfort,” Wednesday promised. She’d very much survived that moment. “It’s good to prove to myself that I can be gentle sometimes. But…maybe – if we don’t happen upon any orphans with limb differences who need space in our home, and you feel that you would like to carry a child and technology advances in such a way that it is possible for them to share our genetic makeup and we have space and have open hearts and we decide it’s what’s best for us and our family in our situation -”
Enid cut off her near-breathless ramble with a very sweet kiss. “I love you. I love this. Keeping our hearts open. That’s all I wanted to know, Wednesday.” She beamed at her. “You did a great job with Bailey, tonight.”
“You’re the natural. I would likely have a large learning curve.”
Enid raised a brow. “I’m not so sure. I think if it was a child of your own, not one already on a firm schedule and routine, you’d be quite instinctive. What aren’t you good at Wednesday?”
“Engaging in conversations and expressing my feelings,” She muttered as she proved that very point that night.
“Well, it’s not your strength, but both are totally mine, so – that’s where you lean on me, because I’m your partner, who loves you. And,” She kissed her again. “I appreciate you, coming out here tonight, just to spend this time with me like we’d planned. And having this tough talk. I love you. Come put your butt on this couch so I can sit on you and kiss you again.”
Not needing to be told twice, Wednesday took that direction very well, enjoying about twenty minutes of heated kisses, heavy petting and almost a little bit more when a fussing sound came from the monitor.
Enid groaned as she pulled away. “Right now, my heart is so not open to this,” She giggled.
Wednesday smirked, following her, having an idea as they moved to the nursery. Bailey was crying, mostly asleep, but wanting…something.
“I’ll change her real quick,” Enid whispered, nodding, “That bedtime bottle will run right through a baby.”
As Bailey whined and grumbled when Enid made to lay her back down in the crib, letting out a loud cry that made Wednesday wince, she shook her head, reaching her arms out. “I’ll talk to her.”
With an amused smirk, Enid passed her over and Wednesday sat back in the gliding chair, holding her awkwardly in front of her, explaining to the baby, who stopped, staring at her with exhausted eyes, “You’re fine. You’re safe. You’re warm. You’re full. You’re dry. You have everything you need, except about ten more hours of sleep. So, I’m going to rock you, and in five minutes, I’m putting you back in the crib, and you’re going to sleep. Do you understand?”
It was as if the baby said ‘yes’ when she gave a coo, reaching forward. Wednesday gave a curt nod. “That’s the rule. Five minutes of rocking, then back to bed.”
With the firm expectation set, she brought Bailey up to her shoulder the way she’d seen Enid do earlier. She snuggled right in, surprisingly – and thankfully – she wasn’t overtly sticky or snotty, as Enid had wiped her face pretty well after changing her. Gliding back and forth and patting her back, Wednesday thought that perhaps – if she had a beautifully haunting Russian composition playing softly in the background, it would help her stay asleep – adding that to her mental toolbox of notes in case the situation ever arose for her to develop a routine with a baby…
As she expected, once she’d put her foot down with the rule, Bailey knocked out on her shoulder. Enid whispered and motioned for how to transfer her into the crib, and as she did so, onto her back, Wednesday almost smiled at their tag-team success.
Back in the hallway, Enid winked and gave her a kiss. “You are a natural, Wednesday. You just do things in your own way. Now come here,” She gripped her collar, making Wednesday flush. “I’m about to have my own way with you.”
#wednesday 2022#fanfic#oneshot#wenclair#author hates babies#thank you for the prompt this was so easy to write I did half of it on my prep period today lol#also fuck llama llama so hard#he's banned in my classroom as is Pete the damn Cat and Skippy Jon Jones#layla's >5k challenge
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So here's the thing : The Addams Family is a very difficult fandom to write for (speaking as someone who arguably have some experience of writing for this fandom) - seriously, it is really really difficult to be creative here and here's why - they are perfect family unit, loving and supportive and whats not. Good. Great. This is why we love them, right?
Gomez and Morticia? Couple goals. Madly in love and absolutely devoted to each other. As parents - A+++ parenting. Their children are supported and encouraged to explore their independence and individuality. Brilliant. Perfect.
So where do you go with it story wise, what new content can you create that wasn't already done and recycled? Nowhere. There's no story.
There's a reason why majority of fan fiction in the TAF fandom are one shot smuts or (very few) significantly AU chapter stories (this goes for my own writing as well) because those characters are too perfect and too cartoonish to work with outside of parameters of what was already explored in the 60s tv show and 90s movies.
So what do you do? You create artificial drama - artificial, even cliché conflict which in the Addams Family works primarily between two characters Wednesday and Morticia. It's artificial and ooc but it's practically the only way to create something tangible within this universe without going wildly AU.
Charles Adams created cartoons, and those characters are just that - cartoonish. There's no depth and no real character progression to speak of, nothing to really sink your teeth in. As a writer, you practically work from scratch - 60s Morticia and 90s Morticia are practically completely different, beside the fact that they are both devoted to their family, loving wives etc.) but essentially, Anjelica Huston created her own Morticia. So realistically, where can Catherine Z Jones, in her own portrayal of Morticia, go from there? Or Jenna in her Wednesday? What can the writers do with those characters that would please the fans but without copying from what was done before because what's the point of recycling the material again and again? What story can they create within this universe that would be new, not recycled, not copied from what was already done within the Addams Family but would be close to the original idea? Honestly, I have no idea. Which is why I'm far from criticising netflix's Wednesday.
Is the new show rocking my boat? No. I have no interest in the school life of a teenage Wednesday and her friends. Zero cares given. But I can still appreciate what they’ve done to create, arguably, a completely new Addams Family content that seems to resonate with a lot of young people, Wenclair fans included - it is really not bad. Not bad at all. Not everyone will like it and that's completely fine, because not all content is created specifically for us and you're not going to enjoy every incarnation of the Addams Family no matter how devoted you are to the fandom.
Now, Gomez and Morticia are my OTP. Do I want to see the adventures of teenage Gomez and Morticia in Nevermore Academy? Fuck no, because I'm an adult and TV show about teenagers, even if it's Gomez and Morticia, doesn't tickle me at all.
Ideally? I would love Gomez and Morticia focused live action movie that would cater to older demographic. I want it dark and I want it sexy and not at all a family movie. What are the chances of that happening? Probably zero.
But anyway, this is my take on this.
#the addams family#personal opinion#wednesday netflix#Wednesday 2022#writing#Fan fiction#morticia and gomez#addams family#morticia addams#gomez addams#wednesday addams#jenna ortega#catherine zeta jones#anjelica huston#wenclair
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cherry pit
wenclair x @doxyali /part elf!oc
summary: tickling isn't so fun when you're on the receiving end.
warnings: fem!reader/oc, african american reader/oc, requested by @doxyali
a/n: you can read it as an x reader too<3
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The two girls have given up in trying to figure Rose out, being part elf means she was harder to read than most. She only has certain elfish traits, and the other are humans.
And despite inheriting her mother's pointed ears, the sensitivity of it laid somewhere else.
It started when Rose had found out that Enid was extremely ticklish on her neck, since then it was endless torture for the werewolf, always fighting againts her girl's hands snaking onto her neck.
Wednesday was safe for now, having hid her weaknesses well, she only indulges in the suffering of Enid.
This to the blonde, had meant war.
She had lost sleep and wasted time trying to figure out her death spot, from her ears to her toes, but to no avail was it figured out.
"Give up Enid, I'm invincible." Rose teased with wide grin, lying on her back on the bed.
Enid growls and slumps herself next to her.
"You are not invincible." Wednesday declared.
"Enid just haven't tried hard enough."
The werewolf rolled her eyes. "That's brave coming from someone who doesn't even want to participate."
The raven haired girl gives them a rare smirk and shook her head, going back to her typewriter.
That night, Rose laid on her right side with her back againts Enid's chest. Their hands intertwined as she slightly toss and turn, unable to sleep.
Enid groans and releases her hand, letting it fall to her waist, grazing her stomach.
The elf flinched and gripped Enid's hand, pulling it away from her belly. "That tickles, stop it." She grunted in her sleep.
The room was silent for a second before Enid slowly moves her hand back to the spot.
Rose snaps up and glares at her sleepily, "I will bite your nose off." You warns. "I didn't do anything!" She replied with a big grin.
The elfling sighed and walked up towards Wednesday's bed, rolling in next to the sleeping girl.
Closing her eyes despite Enid's protest, she turns her face down in the pillow to resume her sleeping, only to feel Wednesday's hands creep at her belly button.
Rose jumps awake and curses loudly, feeling the girl smile againts her shoulder as her hands move to tickle her.
"Stop-" Her words turns into a bubbles of laughter as Wednesday pushes her down and starts tickling her.
"We've figured it out." She stated as Enid jumps on from her bed, both of them holding her down and torturing her poor stomach.
"Stop- I'm going to die-" She breathed out, still giggling. "I survived your tickling, you'll do just fine." Enid said matter of fact-ly and snorted.
Rose manage to toss a pillow from her head at Wednesday's face, hearing a yelp from her as her hand releases the tickling. She takes the chance to roll of the bed, only to fall off with Enid as well. Both rolling on the ground as she tries to get to her bellybutton.
Wednesday joins in on the ground as revenge for the pillow slam and in the rarest of times, she was smiling throughout the whole night.
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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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