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A defeat to wage a war (wednesday has always loved a puzzle)

@its3amandimstillhere i am really, really sorry for how abysmal this is

The time had come. Most would call this petty revenge, but to Wednesday? No, to Wednesday, this was absolutely warranted behaviour.

Enid had managed to gain the upper hand in every previous tickle encounter up until right now. Right now, the blonde was the one sprawled on the floor, cackling uncontrollably, as Wednesday savoured each and every squeal and snort that left Enid's mouth.

Oh, sweet sweet revenge.

Wednesday had only very recently decided that Enid seemed to have become just a touch too comfortable with being the alpha in their weird little relationship. It seemed time to bring the wolf's ego down a peg, and it was only fitting to do that on a full moon. A full moon, like tonight.

It was not enough that the blonde had humiliated her to the point of screaming in their own shared privacy, but she had blabbed about it to Biance and now even walking through the halls seemed impossible without pointed fingers jabbing into her sides at every turn. Enough was enough. So Wednesday planned, and she planned.

That plan went out of the window when Enid decided that it was time to put a smile of the raven haired girl's face. No, there was no better time to strike than in pure retaliation. And so, with all of the strength Wednesday’s body could muster mid-squeal, she grabbed hold of the wolf's upper arms and pushed. It was harder than was necessary, sure, but there was no time for apologies.

Wednesday scrambled and shot forward to push her weight against Enid, her own lungs still trying to regain their usual rhythm. She slipped her hands straight into the blonde's underarms and wiggled her nails against the skin in an attack that was only supposed to stun the blonde, but the effect that it seemed to have on her was entirely worth Wednesday’s currently compromised position.

Enid howled, and not just in her usual full moon way. Her laughter shot out of her like a bullet.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The Latina was so very pleasantly surprised. Wednesday had always loved a good puzzle, obviously, but no puzzle has ever been better than the one that she was unravelling right now. The puzzle of ticklish spots on Enid's body. Which ones would make her flinch with incredibly cute giggles, and which would make her flip out of her skin with boisterous laughter.

She slipped her fingers out of the wolf's armpits, showing a sign of mercy that she definitely would not give to anyone else. She stared down at the girl beneath her, her own smile betraying her face.

"You will not tickle me again," Wednesday said. The reluctant smile on her face evident in her words.

Enid panted through her own words. "But you have the cutest laugh ever, Weds!"

At that insult alone, Wednesday moved her fingers down to the wolf's ribs and squeezed, her digits playing like a piano against Enid's skin. The reaction was not as good as her underarms, but it was still enough to keep her laughing.

"You take that back!"

"Nohohohoho!"

Wednesday's hands moved further down the blonde's body, trailing down her sider and stopping as she heard the snort that was brought forth by her nails trailing over Enid's belly.

The smirk that fell across Wednesday’s face was deliciously dark, whilst Enid's face showed signs of almost defeat. A hint of nervous laughter slipping through her lips.

"No! Wehednesday, don't."

But when has Wednesday ever listened to orders?

Her nails slipped under the girl's uniform with ease and proceeded to dance all across her belly. It was a delightful reaction, better than one could ever hope. Enid's head flopped in every which direction as she tried to arch her back and simultaneously suck in her stomach. Seemingly caught in a battle with her own instincts. The Latina's nails were her downfall as she located a spot just below her bellybutton.

"NAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHA! WEHEHEHE!"

The raven haired girl contemplated it. Enid did look defeated. Her hair was all over the place, and her clothes were creased and dusty, the mirror of her limbs, as she lay there panting like she had after her first transformation. This time, thankfully, holding fonder memories.

Wednesday looked into the wolf's eyes, her hands poised on the girl's stomach with just the right amount of pressure to keep Enid giggling.

"You will not tickle me again," she repeated, determined not to lose this one battle.

Enid nodded, still giggling as a single tear slid down her cheek. "You got it. No more. I promise!"

Victory. A somewhat easy victory, Wednesday speculated, as stood up off of Enid and dusted off her knees. "Good," she said, as she walked to her side of their shared quarters. A swift nonchalance about her, as if there hadn't been a screaming wolf on the floor just two minutes prior.

Enid lay on the floor, wiping a hand across her face as she tried to regulate her breathing. She looked over to her roommate, blinking lazily, slight giggles still pouring from her lips.

No. There will only be one winner here, and unfortunately for Wednesday, werewolves are highly competitive by nature.

Wednesday may have won this battle, but Enid will not lose this war.

[craftygalaxyspyfrog]

Is there anyway you can write a fic about Wednesday getting Enid back for the wrecking she’s given the raven so many times. Like Wednesday finding out Enid’s ticklish? Please. But if not it’s understandable

to be honest, i am finding it so hard to wade through everything at the moment. life has a way of catching up with you completely. i will add it to my list! absolutely, i will, but it might take a while. i apologise in advance for your wait, but thank you very much for sending in my very first ask! momentous times. i will get it to you. pinky promise.

:)

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I would just like to say that Enid deserves all the tickes. Thank you, that is all.

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how do people deal with "writer's block?" my muse has left me, and i am subsequently left to deal with five separate drafts that just don't seem to be able to flow. it is rather infuriating. please send help. & jelly tots. also send some jelly tots.

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a/n: i do not remember writing this at all, but it was in my drafts. i think that this might just have been a 3am thing as there is absolutely no plot to this whatsoever, so i am sorry that it makes no sense at all, but i thought that it was somewhat cute anyway and so here we are. enjoy?

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in pursuit of laughter (with the perfect degree of mirth)

Wednesday was outright refusing to rest. Each night, Enid could hear her clacking away at her typewriter, polishing her cello, stepping about in a quick pace around their shared room.

At first, the blonde hadn't questioned it. Wednesday was weird. We all knew that; it wasn't until she noticed the heavy bags that seemed to be pulling at the girl's eyelids that she decided to step in. The writer looked like she was in pain. Well, more pain than usual. Enid had spoken to Thing about it ad nasuem. He had expressed to her that she often does this. She goes through phases of insomnia. It wasn't entirely uncommon, but it didn't ever last this long. Five days. Wednesday hadn't closed her eyes in five days. Most people would have been driven mad by the third day, but not Wednesday. Because she was weird.

As if Enid had Beetlejuice-d her roommate with her mind, the latter came stomping through the door. Her movements were slow; her whole body drooping to the floor. She dropped her bag down beside her bed before collapsing onto her mattress with a sigh.

"Howdy, roomie!" Enid almost yelled.

Wednesday flinched at the decibel of Enid's tone before grunting at her roommate in response. This'd been the trajectory of how the majority of their conversations had concluded over the last few days. The werewolf missed her roomie. She had missed her usual not as cold, detached tone. These last few days had been far too cold for her liking.

After another minute of Enid staring at Wednesday and Wednesday pretending that she hadn't noticed, the raven haired girl stood up and started to move sluggishly towards their shared bathroom.

Enid followed her across the floor with her eyes. She needed to fix her friend and if Wednesday wanted to play hardball, well, so could she.

It had been a couple of minutes, but as the writer emerged from the bathroom, looking more worn out than when she had left those few minutes ago, the blonde decided that it was now or never.

Desperate times called for desperate measures. Enid pounced onto her roommate, the pair toppling to the floor with a very undignified thump. Wednesday struggled admirably, trying in vain to push Enid away from her. She should know by now that her tired spaghetti arms are no match for Enid's human strength, never mind her wolf strength. With little effort, the blonde forced Wednesday's hands behind her back and held them there with one knee.

"Enid, let me go," Wednesday hissed, her braid whipping around as she turned her head to face Enid.

The look that she gave to the other girl was almost enough to make her falter. Almost. Eyes on the prize, Enid. "No. You need to sleep, Wednesday."

The raven haired girl growled under her breath, hissing as she felt a hand latch onto her side. Her breath hitched as she realised what it was that Enid was planning to do.

"Enid, no. Don't." Her struggling became a little bit more frantic, but she was far too exhausted to really make it count.

"I'm sorry, Wednesday, but you leave me no choice. If you refuse to sleep then I will just have to make you."

And she went straight for the kill. Enid dug her fingers into Wednesday's ribs and hit the spots just between the bones that she knew drove the girl insane. The reaction was instantaneous.

"Ahahahahaha! Ehihihihinid!"

The werewolf couldn't help but smile along with the goth's laughter. She would never get tired of hearing her giggles and snorts. "Yes?"

The teasing lilt in her voice made Wednesday blush a shade darker than she had been. "Stohohohop it!"

Enid hummed, her face appearing to be in deep thought for a moment before her movements became a little bit more aggressive. She was not playing around. "No, I don't think I will."

Wednesday tried to pull at her hands, which were still suspended behind her back, to no avail. She snorted as Enid hit that dreaded spot on her second rib. It made giggles turn to full laughter as her struggling became slower under the weight of her exhaustion and her cachinnation.

Enid grinned down at the girl underneath her. "Oh, right, this is a really bad spot for you," she teased, snickering to herself. "I forgot."

If Wednesday had access to her knives right now, the werewolf would be dead. In fact, as soon as she regained control of all four of her limbs, the werewolf would die.

The blonde let her hands retreat from Wendesday's body, the writer gasping in some much needed air. Her head dropped to the floor, forehead resting against dusty floorboards. If Enid didn't know any better, she could have sworn that she saw the writer's eyes close for a few seconds as she gathered herself.

Progress.

She looked down into Wednesday's eyes and could almost see that her resolve was breaking. "Do you want me to take you to bed?"

Wednesday turned her head just slightly to face the blonde's that was hovering above hers. "No, it is my writing -"

But the werewolf was having none of that. Enid wiggled her hand into Wednesday's short pocket and dug her thumb into the crease where the girl's leg met her body. It was a stab in the dark, to be honest. She wasn't entirely sure if the girl was ticklish there, but it was one of her worst spots. So she figured why not. She was not disappointed. Wednesday started snorting and cackling immediately. She tried to threaten Enid, to yell that she was going to use her bed springs to remove the werewolf's fingernails, but no words were making it past her manical laughter. It was frankly embarrassing how much of a reaction she was able to get out of her with just one finger.

Wednesday's face had reached an undiscovered shade of red as her head shot around in silent laughter. Enid used her thumb to dig into that spot whilst a claw simultaneously scratched circles onto her bottom ribs, bringing forth the perfect degree of mirth.

It wasn't until the girl had completely resigned herself to her fate that Enid retreated her hands again and released Wednesday's arms from their hold behind her back. Wednesday, for her part, lay on the floor in a puddle of her own limbs as she tried to gather herself together. Before she was able to regain full composure of her body, however, she felt herself be scooped up off the floor and carefully placed down onto her bed.

She stared tiredly up at Enid as the other girl brought the covers over her body, humming as she did so, and tucked the sides underneath her both of her arms.

The werewolf smiled down at her. "Sleep sweet, roomie," she said before skipping over to her own bed. Wednesday could have sworn that she saw the blonde fist pump Thing before her eyes drooped closed, and she fell into a very pleasant dream of revenge.

Enid was going to suffer, and Wednesday was going to enjoy every moment of inflicting said suffering.

[craftygalaxyspyfrog]

stop this!

I was going to work in a different fandom this week but now I’m too sad.

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Enid found out that Wednesday was ticklish one day, after the battle, when she came scurrying up behind her friend to embrace her in a hug. They did that now. Her nails accidentally grazed against the girl's side, and she flinched so suddenly that there just could not possibly be another reason for this reaction other than the fact that she was ticklish. At least, that was the argument that Enid was sticking with.

The grin that took over the blonde's face was devilish. Wednesday gulped at the look in her eyes. She liked to consider herself a strong woman, but the face of a wolf that had found a way to pester its prey that was staring back at her made her heart beat a little faster. It wasn't long before the werewolf unleashed her claws and just went to town on Wednesday’s upper body.

The writer's laugh emerged almost instantaneously as claws raked and dug into every part of her lightly protected skin. It was a desperate sound. Enid became infatuated with it almost as soon as she heard it. Wednesday put up a feeble defence, made weak by her laughter, and tried to push the other girl's hands away.

Enid only stopped when she saw a tear drop from Wednesday's eye.

She had decided that tickling Wednesday was her new favourite pastime.

Wednesday liked to extract her revenge at every given opportunity.

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Ava likes to pretend that she is the least ticklish of the pair. The truth is, she is just a lot more physically stronger than Beatrice. Thanks to the halo. She is able to get the upper hand in any situation quite easily, much to Beatrice's disdain.

Regardless of how hard the nun tries, she is always the one that ends up squealing her socks off. It can start off pretty strongly in her favour, but Ava is able to turn the tables far too quickly for Bea to enjoy any kind of power trip.

There is, however, a spot just above Ava's hip that is an instant guarantee for submission. It took a lot of perseverance to find it, but she did. And she was not disappointed. If Beatrice is careful and targets this spot in the first few moments of any tickle fight, Ava is just putty in her hands. She will scream uncle as fast as humanly possible. Anything to make it stop. It is the holy grail of winning any battle. Bea only has to look at the spot, and Ava is already holding her hands out in some kind of makeshift defence and snorting.

Ava is usually too tired from being the lee to form any kind of counterattack. Ergo, Bea wins. Just as nature had intended.

Naturally, Beatrice uses this information to her advantage whenever her girlfriend is being notoriously bratty or annoying or grumpy. Which is almost every day.

Ava - 492

Bea - 4

Gosh, I just love them.

[craftygalaxyspyfrog]

my favourite ships? why i am so glad that you didn't ask. don't worry - i will tell you anyway.

obviously, first up - avatrice. though i feel like that is a given. my babies. that is still a bit of a sore subject.

wenclair.

cophine.

clexa.

villaneve.

cazzie.

damie.

catradora.

i am just a lesbian supporting lesbians.

i will write for any of these relationships/fandoms, plus the women of marvel. (nat, yelena, wanda, kate, etc.)

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it's the little things (your laughter is almost as sweet as my revenge)

Have you ever heard the saying: "Never look a gift horse in the mouth?"

Well, that is exactly what Beatrice had gotten herself into. She had Icarus-ed herself; she'd flown too close to the sun. An innocent action that had led her down the path of unrighteousness.

She lay underneath Ava, snickering and snorting as the girl's dexterous fingers ripped her apart one flutter and prod at a time.

Both girls had been sitting in their latest dingy motel room; a layer of dust the only thing to welcome them upon their arrival. The bathtub was stained a very unsatisfactory brown colour, the sink and toilet the same. Why the room had a bathtub, neither girl knew. According to the woman at the desk, there was no running water. There had been no running water for a worryingly long time. They would have to wait to shower, it seemed.

After they had made themselves comfortable on the bed, legs interlaced as fingers curled together, the pair had gotten to talking about their lives post-nun. Ava spoke of her time stuck to a bed, the jokes that she had shared with Diego. Beatrice chose to delve into her boot camp days; a more fun time of learning the ways of the warrior nun.

"You fell," Ava found that she couldn't finish her sentence through laughter.

"It isn't funny!" Beatrice scolded.

Ava was still chuckling beside her. "Ha, you fell on your ass in front of Lilith!" She exclaimed, wiping a tear from her eye.

Beatrice scoffed. She wasn't too sure what possessed her to do it, but she pinched the girl's side purely to just be a cause of annoyance. What she didn't expect was for Ava to squeal and flinch away from her hand.

She had read about this. Ancient humans used to use a form of torture that would never leave a mark; a way that the person being punished for a crime could do nothing but laugh their life away.

Beatrice saw this act of humiliation as a crime. What better way to punish an annoying brat than have her laugh herself silly in a motel room that smelt like burnt tacos.

"Are you ticklish, Ava?!" She sounded a bit too excited about this discovery.

"No!" It was said too fast, too much mock enthusiasm, that it just didn't sound believable in the slightest.

Pity.

Ava may hold the halo, but Beatrice was not about to let this go. This was too good.

A struggle ensued, lasting no longer than a minute, but the nun found herself with the upper hand, sat on top of Ava's hips. Her hands were perched at her victim's sides, a silent threat, and judging by Ava's face; this was going to be good.

Before she was able to lose her dominance of the situation, Beatrice started to squeeze up and down the girl's sides. The reaction was instant.

"Nohohohohoho! Stohohohop!"

The older woman had always loved Ava's laugh. For some reason, it just seemed sweeter coupled with this current act of revenge.

"Are you sorry for laughing at me?"

Ava shook her head as the giggles poured out of her, snorting when Beatrice moved her fingers up to her ribs. Her laughter turned a little more desperate.

"Good spot?" Beatrice knew that she was being a brat herself right now, but this was such a gift. She had finally found a solution to silencing her girlfriend. Bonus points that she would get to see Ava's face turn a deep shade of pink as she laughed heartily underneath her.

But what was that saying about never looking a gift horse in the mouth? Before she knew what was happening, Ava had flipped them over. The nun now lay underneath the girl and, by the look in Ava's eyes, this was not going to be good for her.

Ava smiled darkly. "You are going to regret that."

And she went straight in for the kill. Before Beatrice knew what was happening, fingers were digging into the depths of her underarms, and she screamed before falling into unintelligible madness.

How was Ava so good at this?

Fingers stayed, tormenting her underarms, before one shot down and found its way to her stomach, pinching at every muscle that was at its mercy.

Beatrice had absolutely no clue what to do in this situation. Her mind was slipping out from under her one marble at a time as Ava, some kind of tickle god, found every sensitive spot that her upper body had to offer.

"AHAHAHAHAVA! PLEHEHEHESE!"

Ava laughed back at her, an almost delicious sound, "What's up, buttercup?"

If not for her exploring fingers and Beatrice slipping in and out of silent laughter underneath her, it would seem as though she was holding polite conversation.

Beatrice tapped harshly on Ava's hands after regaining control of her flying limbs, and the girl took that as her queue to retreat across the bed.

The older nun lay there, gulping in as much air as possible, before rolling her head to the side to lay eyes on her attacker.

"That..you...mean." Her words were complete incoherence, but Ava knew what it was that she was trying to say.

"Hmm," she started, making her way over to the non working bathroom. Beatrice watched her retreat with weary eyes. "Maybe that'll teach you to not start shit you can't finish."

She flashed a smile to the woman that was still currently trying to regain her normal breathing as she walked into the adjacent room.

Noted. Don't ever tickle Ava again.

(she tickled ava again)

[craftygalaxyspyfrog]

this? this makes my heart sing 🥰

i am properly gutted that netflix has cancelled this masterpiece.

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sex education tickle headcannons that nobody asked for, but i feel is necessary

i have not actually seen a whole lot for this fandom, but it is one of my favourites, so i am going in. hold onto your socks

(i am just going to stick to the fab four for now, may expand at a later date)

OTIS

our poor little ticklish baby

has a very squealy laugh

can hardly control his laughter when any spot is targeted

his worst spots are his neck, his ears and his tummy

his thighs are also a pretty good spot

is the target of many attacks

eric and him used to get into tickle fights all the time

it was their little way of lightening the mood

it started after otis' dad left and they just never grew out of it (thank goodness)

eric likes to poke his side whilst they are biking to school and can't help but cackle when he falls off of his bike with a thump

he enjoys being tickled if he trusts the person

bonus: maeve tickles him alllllll the time. she just loves to see his smile. honestly, the moment that she found out he was ticklish; he was doomed

ERIC

not as ticklish as otis but he is still pretty bad

his laugh is full to the brim with snorts and loud cackles

he tries to hold in his laughter for as long as possible but it never usually gets him pretty far

he is a wizard in a tickle fight, but will tap out as soon as somebody moves towards his feet

if you are able to make it that far

skilled fingers

like he is playing you like a french horn (it sounded cool in my head)

his worst spots are his feet, the backs of his knees and his armpits

he tickles otis all the time

he tries to tickle connor all the time, too, but that doesn't usually end well for him

he is way more ticklish than connor

he is not used to losing a tickle fight

it was very humbling for him

MAEVE

is the second most ticklish of the group after otis

she wasn't tickled much as a kid so her friends are making up for that now

her laugh will usually start as quiet snickers but before long, if you are able to get her good, she will be a squealing mess with tears and her lovely smile

definitely more of a ler than a lee

her worst spots are her ribs, knees, and her hips

her hips are soooooo bad

aimee tickles her when she is in need of a good laugh

otis tickles her when she is being annoying

eric tried to tickle her once and almost lost a finger

she is a merciless taunter

but teases work just as well on her

tickle fights with elsie that end in snuggles

she would rather be forced to talk to her peers than admit to anybody that she actually doesn't mind being tickled

AIMEE

our little sunshine girl

she isn't as ticklish as you would think

if you hit enough bad spots at once, however, she will be like putty in your hands

is definitely a squirmer

maeve tickles her the most out of everybody in the group

they live to hear each other's laugh

her worst spot is her armpits

she will try everything in her power to keep people out of there

she is not above bargaining her goat

is definitely in this situation more to make people laugh than laugh herself

she gets more joy out of tearing maeve to pieces

especially after her friend is being so grumpy

her finger nails are deadly

and her teases are above everything else

BONUS: LILY & OLA

tickle fights between these two are almost a daily occurance

like maeve, lily wasn't tickled a whole lot growing up

ola likes to make up for that now

ola was tickled a whole lot as a kid

her dad used to wreck her alllll the time

kisses that lead to cuddles that lead to tickle fights that lead to more kisses and cuddles

lily is more of a ler in this scenario because ola's laugh is just her most favourite thing in the whole world

ola is a screecher

if you hit a good spot, she will scream the house down

lily has more of a quiet laugh, but there are a few snorts mixed in there

ola lives to hear those snorts

ola's worst spot is her feet

lily's worst spot is her sides and hips

sly pokes in the middle of class to see who can keep their reactions under control the best

basically just couple goals

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of cabbages and kings (why did the teddybear not want dessert?)

There are always two sides to every story, life doesn’t exist in black and white but rather an assorted gradient of greys that transition from one to the other. To truly weigh the worth of a choice, you must also take into consideration the motivations behind it.

That brings us to right now. Tuesday evening. There was nothing particularly special about this Tuesday evening. In fact, it was rather the opposite. For Yoko, this had become an increasingly systematic occurance. Enid seemed to regularly find herself stomping through her good friend's door. Her face full of anger, breathing like a pug; only to then fall down onto the vampire's bed, moaning and groaning about what her own roommate had said or done five minutes earlier. Yoko hardly batted an eye at her these days. It was easier for her own sanity.

Enid's eyes were redder than garnet today, they seemed to flicker between wolf and human multiple times before the girl was able to breath regularly again. Well, regularly for Enid.

Yoko looked up from her desk, forcing herself to look away from the paper that was due in tomorrow. Mr Kelser was not going to be pleased if this was not finished. She didn't believe that he would take a lover's quarrel as a viable excuse for it not being turned in. She took a deep breath before swivelling around on her chair to face the blonde.

"What's up, Enid?" She didn't try to hide the irritation in her voice.

If Enid noticed, she did not comment on it. "Wednesday was-,"

And, at that, Yoko tuned the girl out. She liked Enid, she really did, but there was a limit to how much talk of Wednesday she could actually take. Instead, she focused on the painting that was mounted on her wall - hanging just above Enid's head. She studied it. Has it always been this crooked?

"Are you even listening to me?"

Enid's voice pulled her out of her train of thought. She will fix the picture later. This essay needed to be handed in in less than twelve hours and she was not even half way done. She liked Enid, she really did, but she liked not failing her classes more.

"I'm sorry, Enid," she sighed. "You know that I love to sit here and listen to you talk about Wednesday for hours, but I really have to finish this essay."

Enid looked at her incredulously. "Seriously?! A paper? Over me?"

If Yoko wasn't so sure, she could have sworn that the wolf was using her puppy eyes to try and corrupt her thinking.

"Yes. A paper over you," she said, looking over her sunglasses at the girl that was still making herself at home on her bed. "If you can be quick about it, tell me what happened. If you can't then it can wait for tomorrow."

Enid scoffed, swinging her legs over the side of Yoko's bed and making her way back towards the door.

"Whatever, Yoko. If you don't care about me!"

Full of drama, as always. Yoko rolled her eyes at Enid as she slammed the door behind her. The vampire went back to her paper. She would get over it.

Enid began the small walk back to her own dorm. Back to her stubborn roommate that had disrespected her snood.

Why was Wednesday such a weirdo? She was trying, really hard, to make the little corpse girl feel comfortable. She wanted Wednesday to feel at home here, with her, to be happy. Did Wednesday even know how to feel happy? Come to think of it, Enid had never once seen a smile on the Latina's face. Maybe her face was just broken. Maybe her lips didn't move beyond giving snarky remarks and sarcastic comments to people. Maybe that was it.

She didn't really have a lot of time to contemplate what exactly was wrong with Wednesday's face before she was stood outside of their shared room. She took a deep breath, mainly to steady herself for whatever argument was to come between them, before jiggling the handle and walking inside.

Wednesday was sat in exactly the same position as when she had left ten minutes ago. "I thought that you had gone to drown your sorrows with the vampire."

Sarcastic comment. Maybe that was all her mouth could do.

"Yoko has a paper due. I decided to leave her to it," she tried not to sound upset. It didn't work.

"She kicked you out."

It wasn't a question, just another snarky remark.

Two for two.

Enid flopped down onto her own bed before turning her head to face her roommate. Wednesday was sat at her desk, fingers clacking against the typewriter.

"Why have I never seen you smile?" Enid asked, her voice full of genuine intrigue.

Wednesday froze, pausing her fingers over the buttons on her typewriter. "You are just not funny."

The werewolf scoffed at that. Offensive. She was hilarious. She sat up on her bed, legs dangling off the side, "that is not true. I am very funny. Why did the teddy bear not want dessert?"

Wednesday didn't respond.

"Wednesday." Nothing.

"Wednesday." Nothing.

"Wednesday!"

The girl in question growled a little under her breath before raising her voice just slightly, "teddy bears are not able to eat anything. They do not have functioning stomachs."

Infuriating. Enid groaned. "Never mind. Forget I asked."

It was then that she heard a fast tapping behind her, a hand popping up from under her bed. Thing was trying to tell her something. He was rushing his words and she had no clue what exactly it was that he was trying to tell her, but it seemed important.

When she gave the appendage a blank look, Thing jumped up onto her leg and gave her kneecap a light squeeze before fluttering his fingernails underneath. Enid squeaked and lurched forward at the touch. She looked to the sentient hand with a touch of offence before it clicked with her what it was that he was trying to say. He was slyly trying to point at Wednesday. A light bulb went off in her head.

Wednesday Addams? Ticklish? He had to be joking. She looked between the hand that was currently perched on her knee and the girl that was still sat at her desk across the room. He didn't look like he was joking. He was still pointing her towards the Latina.

Thing jumped off of Enid and scurried back to his makeshift bed that he had made out of her stuffed animals. She looked back at him, he gave her a little nudge from afar and the werewolf stood up from her bed.

Okay. Wednesday Addams is ticklish. Let's test this.

Enid crossed the distance between her bed and the goth girl's typewriter.

Wednesday didn't hear her approach, too engrossed in writing out how Viper was about to torture a man for information, but she felt a sly jab to her side and practically fell off of her chair with how hard she recoiled. Thankfully, she was able to save herself from that embarrassment.

She whipped her head around to see Enid standing above her, looking very proud of herself, and she stood from her chair. Her original goal was to appear threatening, try to stop this from happening before it did, but it did not help that she was still a few inches shorter than Enid.

"Do not ever do that again," the girl practically growled at her roommate. The last thing that she wanted was for Enid to see her as weak. This was a weakness.

Enid well, being Enid, was far too happy with this newfound discovery to just let it slip by without experimentation. She shot her hand out again, ready to attack the girl's side, but Wednesday's reflexes were that of a mountain lion. She was quick. Luckily, Enid was quicker. That, coupled with her wolf strength, she had every advantage here.

Without much struggle on her part, she had managed to lower Wendesday to the floor. The writer had struggled as much as she could, growled and cursed as often as possible, but the wolf subsequently found perch on her waist; she was able to wrestle both of her hands down with little effort.

If Enid was to admit it, which she would not, she quite enjoyed seeing Wednesday like this. The girl's hair had come a little loose in her struggle, her face bright with just the smallest tint of red to it.

"Enid," she breathed out slowly. Trying to sound calm, but threatening. "Don't."

It did not seem to work. The grin had yet to leave Enid's face. She was ready to finally see her roommate's smile, hear her laugh.

"Wednesday," Enid drawled out, "are you ticklish?"

The Latina growled under her breath. "No. Let go."

It was a lie and, by the look on Enid's face, she did not find it at all convincing.

"Hmmm," the blonde hummed, appearing to be in deep thought. "Then you won't mind if I try?"

Wednesday was doing her best to try to remain calm. Her composure threatening to poor out of her like candy from and upturned jar. "I will rip your tongue out and use it as a floor mop."

Enid snickered at that. "Sure you will."

And before Wednesday knew it, there was a nail lightly scratching at her side. She took a deep breath, never once breaking eye contact with her roommate as she tried to grab hold of a wrist. No luck.

All five fingers were suddenly working to tear Wednesday apart and she was slowly starting to come undone at the seam. As Enid moved her spidering fingers to the girl's stomach, she watched as a corner of her roommate's mouth twitched. Now she was getting somewhere.

"Enid," Wednesday tried, her breath hitching as one finger trailed across her waistline. "Stop this now and I will make sure to spare your left leg."

"What about my right leg?" Enid asked, not even trying to hide the amusement that this whole situation was causing her.

"I am going to hang your right leg above my bed as a warning."

Something about their current position just made Wednesday seem a whole lot less intimidating.

Enid sighed halfheartedly. "Well, I guess I am just going to have to give you a lesson of my own."

Enid dug her hand into Wendesday's ribs and shook her fingers madly.

The sudden movement was enough to take the raven haired girl completely by surprise and she squealed. Followed by a snort. Today was not a good day for her.

"Ehihihihinid! Stohohohop it!"

The blonde looked into the face of the girl that was currently a giggling mess underneath her and her heart couldn't help but skip a bit at the smile on her face, the sound of her laugh. Wednesday had dimples! It was adorable. She was adorable.

Eager to hear more, she brought her other hand down and shook that into Wednesday's other side.

Her laughter rose and octave higher.

"AH! Ehihinid! Yohoho -"

She was cut off by her own laughter as the blonde located a spot on her second rib that was just full to the brim with fun reactions. She milked that spot for all of its worth.

Wednesday wasn't able to say much of anything at this point, she just batted at Enid's hands in her strongest attempt to get this highly unpleasant form of torture to stop. It wasn't helping.

Before long, Enid could tell that Wednesday was nearing her breaking point and when she started to tap her surrender onto the floor, the blonde stopped to give her a break. The girl welcomed that, sucking in air to her lungs whilst simultaneously trying to glare at her roommate - her smile doing little in the ways of intimidation.

"I'm almost done with you, don't worry!" Enid was still beaming from her discovery.

When Wednesday opened her mouth to say something, no doubt a snarky remark, Enid dropped her head down and snuck it underneath Wednesday's hoodie.

She could feel the werewolf’s breath on her bare skin.

The goth's eyes grew about three sizes as she realised what her roommate's plan was.

"Enid -"

The desperation in her voice was cut short by her own manical cackling as the sound of nomms and exaggerated swallowing, coupled with Enid nibbling on that sweet spot on her ribs, forced Wednesday into silent laughter. Fingers joined in to knead into the hollows of her armpits and all sense of composure was lost.

Wednesday kicked her legs off of the floor as she feebly tried to push Enid's head out from under her hoodie. Her own head thrown back, silent laughter racking throughout her whole body, this was indeed the worst kind of torture.

After a few more moments, the werewolf stopped in her pursuit of laughter and sat up. She took a long look at her handiwork. Wednesday was completely breathless, her face as red as Enid's jumper. Raven coloured hair was flying off in every direction and weak arms were wrapped around her torso as the last of the residual giggles left her system.

She looked beautiful. Enid was smitten.

The blonde rolled off of her prey and decided to lay next to her on the floor.

"Well," she started, her face still split with a grin, "it seems that you're not the only one that is good at torturing."

Wednesday lay beside her, still trying to regain control of her breathing as she eyed the girl next to her. It had become a rare sight to see a smile that size on Enid's face recently. After Tyler and Weems' death and the murders and everything that had come of that, it was rare to see anybody at Nevermore smiling. It hurt Wednesday a little bit more to no longer be greeted in the morning by the blonde's sickening grin and falling asleep to her incessant humming of disgusting pop songs.

They had both missed each other’s worst qualities.

After regaining full composure of her body, Wednesday turned to face her friend roommate.

"Enid?"

"Hmmm?" Blue eyes fell onto brown ones.

"Why did the teddy bear not want dessert?"

As if it were possible, the smile on Enid's face almost doubled as she snickered to herself. "Because he was stuffed!"

It was said with such enthusiasm that Wednesday had to take a moment to process that punchline. She rolled her eyes at the girl and shakily stood up to go back to her writing, dusting herself off in the process.

"That is an absolutely horrendous joke," she said in her usual monotone voice, retaking her seat at her desk.

Enid smiled at the return to normalcy, still laying on the floor.

"Oh, and Enid?"

The girl looked over to her.

"If you ever do that again, I will lock you on the balcony and watch with amusement as you freeze to death."

The werewolf gulped at that.

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