#Enid Sinclair x Y/N

[teaaagan]

Evil

Y/N: I have found a foolproof method to determine if someone is truly evil.

Wednesday: And that is?

Y/N: If they dislike Enid, they are evil.

Wednesday, nodding in agreement: Yeah, ok, that’s pretty sound logic.

[wednesdayincorrectquotespt]

Y/n: Congratulations, you three have won gold, silver, and bronze in the morons’ Olympics.

Wednesday:

Thing:

Enid: who won gold?

[hermslore]

Coffee Shop

You and Enid volunteered to work at the Weathervane. She spots a customer flirting with you and decides to have a little fun.

Warning : Smut [Public sex, Pain Kink, Mommy Kink, Dom!Enid, Bottom!Reader, Fingering]

You and Enid ended up being the only staff at the Weathervane, the others leaving for a lunch break. Surprisingly, not many customers were in today, making it easy for you both to manage

A beautiful young lady walked in, and headed to the counter to place her order.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. What can I get you," you asked, with a polite smile.

"I'd like an expresso, please," she said returning the smile. "Alright, may I know your name?" you asked, writing down her order.

"Yoko, but you can call me yours.", she said with a wink and a smirk on her lips. You just smiled awkwardly at her as you were writing down her name. She proceeded to throw even more pickup lines at you, subtly trying to get your number.

What you didn't notice was Enid glaring at the lady from a distance. She had heard the whole interaction as she walked towards you with clenched fists.

She wanted to punch the lady for even trying to flirt with her woman. Walking over to you, she wrapped her hands around your waist, not giving a fuck about the woman across her who was trying to flirt. She noticed how the woman's smile faltered when she showed up.

Enid smiled triumphantly and pecked her girlfriends cheeks with a soft 'hey baby' as Y/N smiled at her actions and continued to take her order.

"So, would you like anyth-" Y/N cut herself off with a small gasp that left her lips when she felt Enid's hand slip inside her pants and brush against Y/N's clothed pussy. "Are you okay?" Yoko asked when she heard Y/N gasp.

"Y-yeah.. so uhm as I was saying, would like something else?" You let out, trying not to moan as Enid pinched your clothed clit. You quickly wrote down whatever Yoko was saying, as you struggled to pay attention when Enid's fingers slipped inside your panties and began to tease your clit.

You shot Enid a warning glance to which she just shrugged, not stopping her movements. You bit your lip to contain your moans as her fingers made their way inside you. Your brain was barely functioning at that point, focusing more on staying quiet rather than Yoko, who was asking you about food recommendations.

"Yeah, there's a restuar-", you cut yourself off biting your lips harshly as you felt Enid's fingers ram inside of you. Your vision almost went black as she hit all the right spots making it difficult for you not to scream out her name, you closed your eyes for a moment before opening them back again. "Are you okay, you look a little pale but also hot when you bite your li-" Yoko was cut off by "She's fine, don't worry. If you're done giving your order, could you please sit down at a table so that we can make it?" Enid said, almost letting out an animalistic growl at her.

Who the fuck does she think she is?

Yoko left, leaving you and your girlfriend behind the counter, alone. "Mommy.." you moaned, her fingers making you feel delicious. She quickly led you towards the washroom, locking it as soon as you both got in.

"Enid, oh god," you whimpered out, her lips trailing kisses down your neck. Her claws extended, leaving scratches on your stomach as you threw your head back at the pleasurable pain.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as her teeth sunk in, biting you to make a hickey. "Mommy.." you said, sighing pleasurably as her fingers made their way inside you again.

Enid smirked, she loved having you like this with your hair messed up, desperately clinging on to her and being a moaning mess. You loved calling her mommy, and you knew it drove her crazy.

"Fuck, baby," you sighed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as she made you cum. Your vision almost going blank for a second at how good the orgasm felt.

"Just wait until we get back, babygirl," she whispered in your ear, your body pressing into the wall she was pinning you to.

[huntfeld]

In the Shadows of My Heart

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x Reader

Summary: The reader loves Enid Sinclair, who is dating Ajax. At the Rave’N, the reader confesses their feelings, leading to a turning point in their relationship.

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The hallways of Nevermore Academy were always filled with a mix of creatures, each more peculiar than the last, but it was the same familiar sight that captured your attention day after day: Enid Sinclair. She was a whirlwind of color in a school that thrived on darker aesthetics. Her laughter danced in the air, brightening even the most dreary corners of the academy.

Yet today, your heart felt heavier than usual. Enid was walking hand in hand with Ajax, the laid-back guy with the sharp wit and an easy smile. The sight should’ve filled you with joy; they were cute together, after all. But the knot in your stomach twisted tighter with each passing moment.

“Hey, are you coming to the Rave’N tonight?” Enid called back to you, her voice bright and inviting.

You forced a smile, waving your hand dismissively. “I’m not sure. Maybe.”

“Come on! You’ll miss all the fun!” She bounced on her feet, and for a moment, you could see her colorful energy illuminating the entire hallway. But Ajax tugged at her hand, and she turned to him, her eyes sparkling with affection.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be there,” Ajax said, leaning in to whisper something that made Enid giggle.

As they walked away, your heart sank deeper. You’d watched Enid from the sidelines, cherishing every moment shared in fleeting glances and laughter, all while keeping your feelings tightly locked away. It was hard not to feel the weight of your unspoken words; you loved her. But how could you compete with Ajax?

Days turned into weeks, and as Enid and Ajax’s relationship blossomed, your longing only intensified. She would sit beside you during classes, her shoulder brushing against yours as she whispered jokes and offered encouragement when you felt overwhelmed. There was an undeniable chemistry, a warmth that spread through you, but it always felt like a ghost lingering just out of reach.

One afternoon, while studying in the library, you watched her across the table. She was animated, sharing a funny story with Wednesday, but then she looked over at you, her gaze lingering just a second too long. Your breath hitched, and your heart raced, feeling an electric connection, but Ajax was nearby, flipping through a book with a lazy smile.

“Hey,” Enid said, leaning closer. “Do you think you could help me with my history project later? Ajax has plans with his buddies, and I could use a study partner.”

The invitation made your heart leap. “Of course! I’d love to.”

As the sun began to set, casting warm hues across the library, you packed your things, nerves fluttering in your stomach. Enid stayed behind, waiting for Ajax to finish chatting with some friends. You tried to focus on your work, but your mind was buzzing with thoughts of her.

When Enid finally joined you outside, her eyes sparkled. “Thanks for helping me! I always feel more confident when we study together.”

You both made your way to a quieter part of the campus, the soft rustle of leaves surrounding you like a cocoon. “You’re amazing, you know that?” you said, glancing at her, your heart racing. “You always brighten my day.”

Enid’s cheeks flushed a light pink. “Really? I thought you just put up with me.”

“Never,” you replied, feeling brave. “You make everything better, Enid.”

For a moment, the air felt charged between you, a stillness that seemed to pulse with unspoken words. But then, the distant sound of laughter echoed, and you both turned to see Ajax waving at her, calling her over. The moment shattered.

“I should go,” she said reluctantly, biting her lip. “But I’ll see you later, right?”

“Yeah,” you said, forcing a smile. “Of course.”

As she walked away, your heart sank again. You watched her go, feeling the familiar ache in your chest. But this time, you knew you had to act before it was too late.

That evening at the Rave’N, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Colorful lights flashed as students danced and laughed. You leaned against a wall, hoping to see Enid, but it was hard to shake off the gloom hanging over you.

Then, through the crowd, you spotted her. Enid was laughing with Ajax, but her eyes scanned the room, searching. When they landed on you, something shifted in her expression. She slipped away from Ajax’s side and made her way over, her energy infectious.

“Hey!” she said, eyes bright. “You came!”

“Yeah, I wanted to see you… and have some fun.” Your heart raced, knowing you had to speak up. “Enid, can we talk?”

“Of course! What’s up?” She looked genuinely curious.

You took a deep breath, the music pulsing around you. “I know you’re with Ajax, and I don’t want to ruin anything, but… I can’t hide how I feel anymore. I really like you, Enid. Like, really like you.”

Enid’s expression changed, surprise etched on her face, but there was something else—relief? “I… I like you too,” she whispered, glancing back at Ajax. “But I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“What?” Your heart leaped, a rush of hope flooding through you.

“I thought maybe if I acted normal, it would go away,” she admitted, her eyes shining. “But I can’t ignore how I feel, especially when I’m with you.”

You took a step closer, the space between you charged with tension. “So, what do we do?”

Enid’s gaze flickered to Ajax, who was chatting with some friends a few feet away. “I don’t want to hurt him, but… I can’t keep pretending I don’t care about you.”

“Then don’t,” you said, taking her hands in yours, feeling her warmth. “Tell him how you feel. We deserve to be happy too.”

With a determined nod, Enid squeezed your hands. “You’re right. I’ll talk to him. I just… I want you to be a part of my life.”

The music faded into the background as the world around you blurred. The only thing that mattered was this moment, the spark of possibility igniting between you.

“Then let’s start with this dance,” you said, leading her to the dance floor. As the music enveloped you, Enid’s laughter rang out, bright and free, and for the first time, you felt a sense of hope.

As the song shifted to a slower rhythm, Enid stepped closer, her heart racing in the same way yours was. You could feel her warmth radiating, and for a moment, you both lost yourselves in each other’s eyes.

“Enid, you’re the most incredible person,” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the music. “I don’t want to keep feeling like this without knowing how you feel.”

“I don’t want to either,” she replied, her voice earnest. “You make me feel so alive. I just… I didn’t know how to break it to Ajax.”

Before you could respond, Enid glanced toward Ajax, who was now surrounded by a group of friends, oblivious to the turmoil brewing between you two. “I need to do this,” she said, determination shining in her eyes.

“Okay. Just… just be honest with him,” you encouraged, your heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety.

Taking a deep breath, Enid turned and walked back toward Ajax. You watched as she approached him, your heart in your throat. Ajax smiled at her, but Enid’s expression was serious. She took a moment, speaking softly, and you could see the tension growing between them.

Ajax’s smile faded as he listened, and for a moment, the world felt still. You couldn’t hear their conversation over the music, but you could see the surprise in his eyes, then a flicker of sadness.

You felt a wave of empathy wash over you, knowing this wasn’t easy for her. But you also felt a spark of hope. Whatever Enid was saying, she was finally expressing herself.

After a tense moment, Ajax nodded, his expression resigned, and Enid stepped back. She looked slightly shaken but resolute, and when her gaze met yours, your heart soared.

“Enid!” you called, stepping through the crowd to reach her. “Did you—?”

“I broke up with him,” she said, her voice steady but laced with emotion. “It felt right, like I had to do it. But it was still hard.”

You stepped closer, the noise of the Rave’N fading into the background as you cupped her face with your hands, wiping away the lingering uncertainty. “I’m proud of you. That took a lot of courage.”

“Thank you,” she said, her eyes sparkling with relief and determination. “And now I want to focus on what we could be.”

In that moment, the world around you faded completely, leaving just the two of you. Enid stepped forward, closing the distance between you, and before you knew it, she kissed you—soft and tentative at first, but then deepening as the weight of all those unspoken feelings poured out between you.

The kiss felt electric, like a spark igniting a fire. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, as the warmth radiated between you. It was everything you had dreamed of and more. When you finally pulled away, both breathless, a smile broke out on Enid’s face, brighter.

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[sunsetrendezvous]

Hi love can you please write some enid x fem reader headcanons

Enid Sinclair Relationship Headcanons

Summary: A brief overview of what a relationship with Enid would be like.

Note: I don’t know why my brain stopped working half way through this so I apologise if this seems lacklustre at best. I’ll probably redo this at a later date.

Congratulations, you’re now dating the personification of a human golden retriever.

I think it goes without saying that she’s very affectionate with you, more so than with anyone else.

Is almost always holding your hand, hugging you or pressing a kiss to somewhere on your face.

Whenever you let go of her hand, she’s eager to hold it again as soon as possible.

She absolutely adores cuddling with you at night. Definitely prefers being the small spoon but is happy with being big spoon too.

Enid seems like the type to hold you hostage in bed in the morning, using her werewolf strength to make sure you can’t escape from her cuddles.

Loves having dates at the carnival, going out shopping together, or doing any other type of fun activity.

You can bet that at least once per outing, she’ll be taking out her phone to take a picture of you to remember the moment, or a selfie of you both while you’re out.

Matching jewellery and clothes are a must. She likes having a little reminder of you on her at all times.

Enid is surprisingly well in tune with almost everyone’s emotions, more so if she knows them well. The second she notices something could be upsetting you, she’s there and offering you an empathetic ear and advice.

She gets even more affectionate after an interaction with her mother and seeks out your comfort and support immediately, please be sure to provide.

Overall, an incredibly wholesome with a lot of love and affection.

[lesone-shot]

Enid's Girl

Enid Sinclair x fem!reader In which, Nevermore guys are hitting on Y/N and flirting with her which causes Enid to be somewhat jealous, protective, and possessive of her best friend TW: swearing

Enid's POV:

I'm sitting here beside my best friend, Y/N L/N, in Miss Thornhill's class, learning about plants. I'm not paying attention to what she's saying as every time I try in her class I fail but when I don't I pass and do semi-decent. So, I'm trying not to listen too much and try too hard.

"Psst", I hear someone whisper when Miss Thornhill turns and faces the board, beginning to write an explanation for something. I turn and see a guy hand me a note and tilt his head toward Y/N. "Hand it to her, yeah?" he whispers to me. I take it and turn around, opening the note and reading it.

"You look really hot today—Xavier," the note reads. I immediately roll my eyes and fold it over, handing it to Y/N. Y/N looks at the note, then at me, and stares, not paying attention to Miss. She opens the note, reads it, shuts it over, scrunches it up, and puts it into the nearest bin. I smile and hear a sigh from a guy behind us, making me cover my mouth as I quietly laugh, watching her sweetly smile at Xavier and sit beside me.

"I thought you liked him," I whispered to her. She shook her head and stared in shock at my words.

"Definitely not" she replied, quietly, before laughing. "Don't want Bianca after me, do I?"

"No, that'd be terrible" I replied, nodding my head and she hummed as she faced Thornhill and went back to taking notes and paying attention like the goody-two-shoes she is. I envy her sometimes and her ability to do everything with ease. It's difficult for me to focus, write stuff down, memorize it- it's all too much for my brain yet for her, it's effortless.

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It's lunch right now, Y/N and I are walking to the quad, chatting away about whatever and she starts to tell me about this character in this franchise she's watching called 'Remus' or 'Moony'? I don't understand it but apparently, he's a werewolf and is called Moony and she's telling me how she wished to be called Moony because of how cool of a nickname it is. Someone budges past her which causes her to bump into me.

"Shit, sorry Enid" Y/N apologises to me, making sure Im okay and her inspecting me as if I had been punched or battered to the ground. While, out of nowhere, Ajax randomly appears and grips the guy's hand, turning him to face Ajax only to push him.

"Hey watch where you're going." He states angrily at the guy who barged into Y/N. Y/N immediately looks towards Ajax and stares in confusion.

"Shut up, man. Back off." The guy replies, Ajax scoffs and crosses his arms.

"You back off. You could've hurt h-"

"-Shut up Ajax, I'm fine. Just drop it" Y/N tells him to do which he agrees to, walking towards her and resting his hand on her back, directing her to the quad and I follow after Ajax and Y/N, who are bickering like siblings.

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Turns out the guy who bumped into Y/N is now public enemy number one. Some guy named Carter had done it, and ever since then, people have practically been glaring at him and he hasn't talked to anyone due to how a lot of the guys will just have a go at him for what he had done. Y/N, of course, found this ridiculous and shook her head.

"I hate men" Y/N comments, shaking her head as she gets up. She walked over towards Carter. I watch them interact and at first Carter seems nervous to talk to her but after a few seconds of talking, he seems relaxed, and they're talking, laughing and smiling. Y/N rests her hand on his forehead and smiles sweetly at him. "You need anything, you tell me, okay?" she asks him, and he nods. "You got that, pretty eyes?" she replies, pointing at him and smiling but raising her eyes as she tries to look as stern as possible which only makes him laugh, admiring her, nodding his head.

"Yes, ma'am" he confirms, she hums moving her finger down and no longer pointing.

"Good, that's more like it" she replies and rests her hand underneath her chin. "What class you got next? Better a free period so I can get to know you better, Carter" she expresses to him. Her bottom lip slips between her teeth as she leans closer in the middle, Carter leaning closer to the middle with her while Y/N is looking down at the piece of paper in front of him.

"Sadly not a free period"

"Oh well, that's unfortunate" Y/N replies sighing and getting off of her seat from across from him and removing her hand from underneath her chin. She walks around and hugs him, he hugs her back, his hand resting on her waist and I immediately get angry, wanting to hurt him. "See you around, Carter. Stay out of trouble, pretty boy, I don't wanna see that beautiful face broken" she says, gliding her hand over his arm and walking back over to my table but glances back at him and he nods.

"You got it, Y/N" he replies, Carter watching her walk away and smiling, his cheeks are slightly pink and Y/N turns to face us and sits down beside me, sighing contently and letting her shoulders fall. I roll my eyes, immediately knowing that Y/N has made the only boy who didn't know her name start to fall in love with her,

"He's fine now" Y/N informs everyone beforehand, she kept commenting on how she felt sorry for Carter and how all of the guys were being rude to him hence why she went over and talked to him.

"Yeah, cause of you" reply, stating the obvious which seems to be completely oblivious to Y/N, noticing her turn her head towards me with a sort've confused look.

"I didn't do anything?"

"Oh, come on, you so flirted" Davina defends me, her mouth falls open and she scoffs, waving it off.

"Did not. Tell her E, tell her. I didn't flirt" Y/N says, wrapping her arms around my right arm, which was the closest to her, she glances between my eyes and smiles widely. I look into her eyes which are so difficult to say 'no' to and sigh, dejectedly.

"You...did" I confirmed, noticing her groan and removed her arms from my arm and rested her forearms on the table.

"You lot always think I'm flirting" she complains, looking down at the table and sighing. Her lips slightly pursed outwards as if she was pouting.

"Cause you always are" Yoko quips, casually, which makes Davina laugh and Y/N's mouth fall open in shock, I try to hide my laughter due to how quick Yoko was with her quip. Y/N throws her fry at Yoko, which makes Yoko and Davina laugh together, both girls sharing a look with one another and then focusing on Y/N's upset demeanor. Spending the rest of lunch trying to reassure her that flirting isn't a bad thing but it is when the whole school is in love with her which she denied profusely.

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Me and Y/N are in her dorm room, her roommates are gone and she's showing me the third movie of the Harry Potter franchise. It's actually not that bad, I thought that it was for kids or something but it's actually really good. Reminds me of our school somewhat and when the name 'Remus' appeared, she began to tell me everything she researched.

"I see why you love the nickname 'Moony', it's actually really cool" I commented, noticing her smile widely and cuddle into me as we continued to watch the third installment. "Do you want me to call you that from now on?" I ask her, noticing her turn to me and her eyes light up.

"Really?" she asks, her voice slightly breaking due to her uncontained excitement which makes me laugh. I nod, she smiles and nods excitedly, focusing on the movie. I rub her back, continuing to watch the movie with her and feeling somewhat protective over her.

I don't want anyone to hurt her and I definitely want to stop anyone who tries to.

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I and Y/N are walking along the hallway to head to our next class and I notice a guy looking at Y/N, waiting got get her attention but she ignores him, completely engrossed in our conversation that she seems upset when she doesn't pay any attention to him.

"Hi Y/N" The boy greets her, and I immediately swap sides with her.

"Fuck off, Grant" I spit at him, he jumps in surprise and speeds away. Y/N giggles and looks at me in surprise, I smile at her. "Continue" I smiled.

"Uhm...you-you wanna tell me what was that about?" she chuckled, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at me. I shake my head.

"What was what about?"

"Come on, E, you know just as much as the next person that he didn't deserve that" Y/N attempts to tell me off but I shrug and shake my head.

"No idea what you mean" I confess, noticing her sigh and move her arm around my waist, my arm around my neck and we continue walking to class, her continuing the conversation where we left while we plan our next Harry Potter night.

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We're in class and I notice that we got told to be put into pairs.

"Moony!" I call on Y/N to see her immediately apologise to someone and point towards me, saying something and resting her hand on the guy's hand and stroking it saying something then walking towards me. "Hey partner" I greet her, she smiles and shakes her head.

"You just couldn't wait for me to get away from him, huh?" she teases, I smile and nod my head, her kissing me head and shaking her head.

"Hey, Y/N, wanna be partners?" another guy asked, she looked over at him and smiled sweetly. "I'm so sorry, I'm with Enid but I promise you next time. I'll find you, yeah?" she assured him, he smiled and nodded his head.

"All right, thanks"

"No problem- oh my god, I love your ring" she compliments, lifting his hand and admiring the ring.

"I can show you where I got it from if you want?"

"She's busy," I say, turning to face them, fed up with hearing any more of him talking to her. "Me and Moony got places to be after this, so mind just telling us where you got it?" I ask him, noticing him stare at me confused and tell Y/N the place then walk off. I face Y/N and see her staring at me, disapprovingly, but a wide smile is on her lips so I know she's not really going to scold me.

"Come on, you" Y/N says and faces the desk, both of us beginning to work in pairs and figure out what to do.

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"Luna!" I hear someone yell and when I turn around, I see Y/N jogging over towards me with a smile tugging on her lips. "I Figured out a nickname! Luna!"

"Luna's a name, love" I remind her, she hums and begins to point at me while the other hand rests on my shoulder.

"But it also means Moon" she counters, excitedly and smiling. "Ah-ah-ah! See? Proved you wrong. You're my Luna! I'm your Moony! It's perfect" she continues to express to me, continuing to walk with me. I shrug lightly and nod, humming afterward at the name in agreement.

"Anything for my Moony" I replied, wrapping an arm around her and she leaned into me. I notice a guy approach her and immediately growl, he sees me, eyes widen and he walks away.

"You really got to stop doing that" she smiled

"It's funny" I replied, giggling and walking alongside her.

My Moony really means MY Moony, no one else's.

[lesbianpepsi]

Congrats on 500 followers🎉 can you write some fluff for Enid there's never any fics on here for her

thank you so much!!:D and ofc, this entire world needs so much more enid fics istg

don't you see? i love you

pairing: enid sinclair x fem!reader

summary: you've loved enid for the longest time; when will you tell her?

words: 1.410k

warnings: not proofread (will proofread and edit when i get the chance)

authors note: i love enid so much it's unreal

"So you wear black and white 'cause they aren't colours, and you're allergic to colours, right?" You asked mindlessly as you laid on Wednesday's bed, looking over at her sitting at her desk typing away on her typewriter.

Wednesday didn't spare you a glance as she carried on writing at a speed that impressed you. "Indeed."

"Wait, black isn't a colour?" You heard Enid say as she glanced at you and the goth through the mirror she was looking at, putting on a thin layer of makeup as she was getting ready for your and hers date night.

You furrowed your eyebrows together as you stifled a laugh. "They're shades, baby, not colours."

Enid dropped her makeup brush as she fully turned to look at you, a look of shock on her face. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. She looked so adorable.

"They're not colours?" Enid asked you again, you laughed lightly as you shook your head. "They're not. You've got three primary colours; red, yellow and blue. Then you've got your secondary colours which are orange, green and violet. Black and white aren't on the list since they're shades of the colours."

Enid didn't say anything as she slowly turned around to carry on with her makeup, you laughed as you shook your head in amusement.

Enid was truly a remarkable being, that was for certain. You got to experience how truly amazing she was when you and her started dating a few months before.

You were absolutely head over heels madly in love with the bubbly blonde, but there was one issue. Neither one of you had told each other the big 'I love you' before.

Fear wrapped around your neck every time you were about to utter those three special words, making you dryly swallow it and say something else.

You hated that you couldn't say it when the moment felt right, always backing out at the last second.

"Alright, I am ready to go!" Enid announced as she stood up with a nervous smile, heading towards you with a bounce in her walk. "How do I look?" She asked, giving you a quick twirl as she giggled.

Enid was wearing a lilac wavy skirt accompanied with a white shirt that matched her white converses, to some it was basic and not much to fawn over, to you Enid could wear a trash bag and look marvellous.

You gazed at the blonde in awe as a goofy grin rolled onto your face, you leaned up as you swiftly got off the bed, walking towards her.

"I think you look like the most gorgeous girl at Nevermore, scratch that, the most gorgeous girl in the world." You divulged, wrapping an arm around the girl's waist.

Enid giggled softly as a soft blush tainted her cheeks, grinning from ear to ear. "You think so?" She asked.

You nodded your head as you looked down at her. "I don't think so, I know so. You look stunning, baby." You whispered at the end as you gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

A gag was heard from behind you, you chuckled as Enid glared at the goth over your shoulder.

"You two are absolutely diabolical." Wednesday complained in her deadpan tone of voice, the clicks of her typewriter still loudly filling up the room.

"Diabolically sweet." Enid teased as she wrapped her surprisingly muscular arms around you, you smiled at her as you turned to look at Wednesday.

"Don't worry Addams, we'll leave you to your solitude now." You reassured as you began walking towards the door, Enid arms still wrapped around you as you did. Your heart swells at the adorable sight.

"And hopefully never return." The grumpy goth grumbled, her eyes maintained on her typewriter the entire time.

"Bye-bye Willa!" Enid said with a wave before she manoeuvred her way out of your grip to open the door, her slender fingers wrapping around your wrist as she dragged you out of the dorm room.

You laughed at Enid's eagerness as she pulled you towards the bus stop, never letting go of you once.

"Excited much?" Enid slowed down as she turned her head to look back at you, nodding her head happily. "Why wouldn't I be? I'm going on a coffee date with my girlfriend."

Girlfriend

That term coming from Enid's lips never failed to make butterflies appear in your stomach.

Enid didn't let go of you when you arrived at the bus stop, she didn't let go of you as you took your seat on the bus.

Not once, not even for a second.

On the bus ride to Jericho you and Enid stayed silent, the both of you having one earphone in as yours and Enid's playlist filled your ear.

After a few mindless songs passed a certain song caught your attention.

'Love Me Tender' by Stereo Jane began playing, you couldn't help but glance towards Enid as the song played.

Enid's face was resting in her hand as she looked outside the window, (you gave her the seat by the window since it was her favourite), her features completely relaxed as she did.

She looked so at peace.

As the song reached its chorus Enid turned to look at you, she had a nervous smile as she barked out a small laugh. "What?" She questioned.

'All my dreams fulfilled, for my darling, I love you and always will'

You smiled as you shook your head. "Nothin', you just look really pretty E."

Enid blushes prettily as she scrunches up her nose, giggling at your words. "You're too sweet, Y/n. You look pretty beautiful yourself."

You reached to hold Enid's manicured hand as Enid dropped her head to lean on your shoulder, shuffling closer to you as she did so.

Giving her a gentle squeeze you smiled to yourself.

A myriad of other songs played before you and Enid arrived at your stop; you had to wake up the girl since she somehow fell asleep briefly on the bus ride.

As you and Enid walked off it was as if all her earlier excitement returned in an instant and she practically began skipping towards the Weathervane, her interlocked fingers with yours holding a tight grip.

Entering the cafe it was surprisingly quiet for a Friday evening, something you didn't mind as Enid and you headed towards your and her signature booth. The one hiding in the corner right next to the large window.

You slipped into one side of the booth and Enid entered the other. You already knew what you and Enid were going to order, but knowing the blonde she wouldn't want to go order straight away.

“I still don't understand how you don't like cinnamon buns.” You groaned as you leaned back into the leather seat, the corners of your lips twitching into a smile. “The only cinnamon I like is Cinnamon Girl.”

Enid smiles cheekily as leaned onto her hands, gazing at you. “The fact you love Lana Del Rey and I love Taylor Swift makes me believe we were meant to be.”

You snorted a laugh, the corners of your eyes crinkled as you smiled brightly at her. “That was so corny of you.”

The blonde rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh shut up, you like me.”

You nodded your head weakly. “Yeah I do love you.”

“What?”

Your smile faded as realisation of what you just said hit you, shaking your head and straightening your posture. “I said I do like you.”

Enid smiled softly as she shook her head slowly. “No you didn't.”

“No I didn’t.” You muttered embarrassed, your cheeks burning with a scarlet red hue. “I'm so sorry, Enid, I know we've only been dating for a few months now and-"

“I love you too.” She interrupted with her wide smile, her eyes wide with a gleam of joy in them.

Your heart skipped a beat or two at her words, your jaw dropping. “You love me?” You asked, almost amazed at the thought.

Enid scoffed as she nodded her head. “I've been in love with you forever you big dummy.”

You couldn't even process her small insult as you smiled. “I love you, Enid Sinclair.” You said in the most confident tone that even surprised yourself.

The blonde was giggling with her own blush on her cheeks, her eyes staring lovingly into yours.

“I love you too, Y/n L/n.”

[simpsforwomen]

Can you do Enid x nb!disabled!reader(totes cool if you don’t know how to write it just like have the reader use a cane or smth) idk if that makes :(

; Also fluff plz :)

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❦ 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂

✧ warnings: n/a

✧ pairing(s): Enid Sinclair x gn!paralyzed!reader

✧ summary: (request)

✧ word count: 444

✧ a/n: I would like to say thank you for the request. It gave me motivation to write again especially since my depression came back these past few months. I've been focusing on school, extracurriculars, and the old requests from people I have piled up in my inbox. I feel guilty for not tending to those sooner so this is an apology to ya'll. I will start publishing them this week and actually finish making my masterlists. Again, I'm sorry you had to wait so long. I just I love you guys so much and don't want to let anyone down.

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Your legs have been paralyzed for most of your life but it wasn't always as bad as others make it seem. Sure, there were and will always be challenges throughout your life but people like Enid made them a lot easier.

It was the last day of school before summer break and you were in your wheelchair, being pushed by your girlfriend down the halls. She's really excited for summer and you knew from the moment you saw her this morning. The skipping said it all.

Enid leaned over your shoulder as she ran her fingers through your hair. "Babe?"

"Mhm?" You hummed, enjoying her gentle caresses.

"Do you wanna go somewhere together after school today?"

You barely gave the question any thought. "Sure, where were you thinking?" You'd do anything with your beloved girlfriend.

"Well...ooh! I heard there's a fair in town. We can go tonight for a date!"

"Sounds lovely, darling." You agreed, giggling at her excitement.

The two of you finished your last class of the year and arrived at the fair with the help of Principal Weems. Both of you were grateful she offered a ride. One that was filled with many loving caresses. And when all of you had reached the desired destination, Enid helped you back onto your wheelchair, thanking the Principal.

"Have fun girls!" Ms. Weems exclaimed as the three of you parted ways.

Knowing that you couldn't get on most rides, Enid suggested the two of you get food instead, not that she minded. You both settled down at a nearby picnic table after purchasing fries, burgers, and various flavors of cotton candy. She was eating her burger when you noticed some red sauce on her face.

"You've got some ketchup on your chin." You giggled as you reached across the table, helping her wipe the sauce away.

She blushed and looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Thanks." She muttered, just barely loud enough for you to hear.

Reaching under the table, you took ahold of her hand to caress it, causing her cheeks to turn a darker shade of red. "You're so cute..."

Right after the two of you finished eating, you heard an explosion coming from the sky. Looking up, you saw beautiful fireworks in all different colors and shapes. Taking your lover's hand, you placed a gentle kiss on the back, causing a familiar shade of red to return to her cheeks.

"I love you..." You said, resting your head on her shoulder.

With that, she began to stroke your hair. "I love you too, honey bun..."

[creamecafe]

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[aiakuma]

𝙴𝚗𝚒𝚍: 𝚂𝚘 𝚈/𝙽... 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎?

𝚈/𝙽: 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜.

𝙴𝚗𝚒𝚍: 𝙸 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎.

𝚈/𝙽: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎...

𝙴𝚗𝚒𝚍: 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝, 𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 5 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

[teaaagan]

Sauce

Y/N: can you get some laundry detergent on the way back, hon?

Enid: laundry detergent?

Y/N: you know, the liquid you pour into a washing machine

Enid: OH you mean laundry sauce

Wednesday, utterly disgusted: what the fuck

[wednesdayincorrectquotespt]

Y/n, whispering: you know I love you, right?

Wednesday: why are we whispering?

Y/n: so Bianca thinks we're conspiring against her

Wednesday: oooh

Bianca: what are they talking about?

Enid, having heard everything: murder

[hermslore]

Begin Again | Enid Sinclair x Reader

You just got out of a toxic relationship with Xavier and with Enid having her heart broken by Ajax too, she decides to ask you out on a date. [Reader is a vampire]

Inspo : Begin Again by Taylor Swift

You took a deep breath and entered the quad, this was the first time you were stepping out of your room after what happened with Xavier. You really liked him, but of course, he cheated on you with Wednesday.

It hurt you when he did that but you had to move on. You weren't looking forward to classes but you had to deal with it. Everyone was having breakfast and you had the first period free, giving you about an hour of free time. You were pretty popular in the school and your relationship was loved by many, so everyone knew about what had happened. Waving to many people, you made your way to the vampires.

Engaging yourself in conversations was really helping with your mood until people started gossiping about your relationship. "Y/n? Are you alright, we heard about you and Xavier," one of them quipped. "Is it true he kissed Wednesday?" another added. "He was an asshole anyway, I'm glad you got rid of him," "Wednesday didn't really seem to be his type-" "I thought he was more into Bianca," They continued with their comments which made you sick, "Stop! Enough, can you guys stop bothering her?" you heard a voice from behind you, shutting them all up.

You turned around to see Enid and smiled. You weren't very close to her but you both would always sit together in most classes and you had started to develop a liking towards her. She was friendly, smart, energetic and cared about people. You were glad to have her as a friend, although, sometimes you wondered if you both could have ended up in a relationship if Xavier hadn't happened. You were always interested in her but then Xavier came along and you had forgotten about your crush on her. "Y/n? Hey, you there?" She said, waving her hand around your face, bringing you back to reality. You shook you head and said, "Yeah, yeah." She giggled, taking your hand leading you away from the vampires to a place where you both could talk.

"So, how has it been? You know, life, I heard about what happened with Xavier, are you alright? You haven't stepped out of your room in weeks," she said, concern lacing her tone as she fiddled with her fingers. "I'm fine, Enid, don't worry, I just kinda miss him, you know? He was a good guy, well except for the cheating part," you said, shrugging as she gave you a small smile. "Well, that makes the two of us," she replied, making you raise your eyebrows. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I broke up with Ajax last week," she said as your mouth formed an 'O' shape. "So, um, I was thinking.. do you want to go to the Weathervane later today? I mean since we're both single, I- I mean uh-" you cut off her blabbering by a giggle. "You're so cute, Enid, if you want to ask me out on a date, just say so, the answer's yes, by the way." You said, walking away leaving her blushing. -- You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath. Xavier never liked it when I wore high heels but you were sure Enid wouldn't mind. You were really looking forward to the date as you made your way into the weathervane. You walked in, expecting her to be late but she was early, standing there waiting for you. She took one look at you, her jaw dropping. "Wow, Y/n, you look so good," she said, biting her lip. She signaled for you to sit down, sitting across you. Both of you indulged in conversations about various topics. She ordered drinks for you both and honestly, she got your order right in the first go. She told you so many stories but she couldn't tell why you were coming off a little shy. What surprised you the most was when she threw her head back laughing like a little kid, it was strange that she thought you were funny because he never did. You had a great time with her but it was getting pretty late so you both walked down the block back to Nevermore. You almost brought him up but she started talking about the Christmas movies she watched with her siblings which made you smile.

You had been spending the last few weeks thinking that all that love does is break and burn and end but she changed your perspective on that. You both reached your dorm as you turned around to look at her, smiling. "I had a great time, Enid, thank you for that, you're amazing," you said, making her cheeks go red.

"We should do this more, you know, friends hanging out?" she said, her eyes looking down at your lips for a second before coming back up as she bit her lip, fiddling with her fingers. You giggled, making her confused. "Oh, Enid, I like you too," You said, putting your palm on her cheek and pulling her in. She smiled into the kiss, putting her arms behind your neck as your lips moved in sync.

You thought you would be scarred for a while after Xavier and his asshole behavior, But, on a Wednesday, in a cafe, you watched it begin again.

[jjsmaybank20]

𝕎𝕖𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

✰ - Personal Favorite ✎ - Most inspired for rn

Wednesday Addams ✎

nothing yet

Enid Sinclair

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Bianca Barclay (Platonic Only)

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Yoko Tanaka (Platonic Only)

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Ajax Petropolus (Platonic Only)

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Eugene Ottinger (Platonic Only)

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[paxtito]

fire and the thud.

pairings: wednesday x fem!reader

word count: 7683

warnings: smut, 18+. knives, grave digging, swearing, wednesday almost kills someone, fingering, kissing, lesbian sex (all characters are 18+)

summary: your mother, larissa, was good friends with morticia back in their days at nevermore. when you and wednesday were born, you were practically attached to the hip. but, your father wanted you to live with him for a while, leaving you and wednesday without contact until now. you’d come back from visiting your father in england to find that wednesday had been enrolled at nevermore.

a/n: this fanfic has really been through some shit, changed the title and outcome so many times but i’ve finally settled on this. apologies in advance for any errors and also the length

MASTERLIST

The heavy oak doors of Nevermore creak as you push them open, the familiar scent of old wood and faint lavender filling your senses. The school looks almost exactly the same as when you left it—high arches, dark stone corridors, the peculiar, warm-yet-foreboding atmosphere that clings to every corner. You never expected to be back so soon, certainly not so suddenly, but here you are. And it feels strange, like returning to some half-forgotten dream.

You adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder, peering around the entrance hall. Somewhere above, the great clock ticks in its steady, methodical rhythm, echoing faintly down the halls. You’re looking for your mom, the Headmistress herself, but she’s nowhere in sight just yet. You smirk a little, wondering if she’s busy welcoming another batch of outcasts to her beloved school, as she likes to call them.

Then you hear footsteps, a soft, deliberate sound against the stone floor, and look up—freezing for just a second as your gaze lands on her.

Wednesday stands there, her face as pale and expressionless as ever, eyes watching you with an intensity you remember all too well. She hasn’t changed one bit, from the dark braids draped over her shoulders to the sharp, calculating gaze that seems to see right through you. She’s grown older, of course, taller maybe, but she’s exactly as you remember.

And you’d know her anywhere. After all, you practically grew up together—your mother, Larissa, and Morticia Addams were ‘best friends’ back in their Nevermore days. Some might say the two were as different as night and day, yet there was always a bond there, something that brought them back to each other despite the odds. And that bond, somehow, extended to you and Wednesday, two kids who had little choice but to spend time together while their mothers reconnected over tea and half-whispered memories of the past.

You take a hesitant step forward, feeling a strange swirl of nostalgia and nerves rise in your chest. “Wednesday?”

She tilts her head, her dark eyes assessing you coolly. “Back from England already?” Her voice is calm, as if no time has passed at all, like she’s still the same stoic, blunt child you remember.

“Surprise,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart is pounding.

There’s a moment of silence, charged with the weight of all the years you’ve been apart, and yet, something about it feels natural, like slipping back into an old habit.

“You look… different,” she says finally, her gaze sharp as ever as she sizes you up. “Taller.”

“So do you,” you reply, then add with a faint grin, “Except the taller part.”

She narrows her eyes at you in a way that only Wednesday could, but it’s almost… fond. “If I remember correctly, I was always the smarter one. Height is irrelevant.”

“Glad to see your sense of humor hasn’t improved,” you shoot back, grinning. It’s strange how quickly the old rhythm returns between you both, the teasing, the barbs exchanged without any real bite. It’s as if no time has passed at all.

Wednesday raises an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Your sense of humor has certainly deteriorated during your time abroad."

You roll your eyes, but can't help the smile tugging at your lips. "Maybe I just needed to be back among the living dead to rediscover it."

She snorts softly, the sound oddly endearing coming from her usually stoic demeanor. "I suppose being back at Nevermore will do that to a person."

As you stand there trading barbs, you can't help but let your gaze wander over her. She's still as pale as ever, her dark hair braided tightly against her skull. But there's a new edge to her, a sharpness that wasn't there before. It's in the set of her jaw, the way she holds herself with a quiet confidence that demands attention without saying a word.

"So," you say, breaking the silence that has fallen between you. "What have you been up to since I left? Still perfecting your taxidermy skills?"

A ghost of a smile flits across her lips. "Among other things. But some secrets are best kept buried."

You can't help but laugh at that. "Fair enough. I suppose I've got a few of my own to keep under wraps."

She tilts her head, studying you with those dark, penetrating eyes. "I'm sure you do. Though I must admit, I'm curious to hear about your adventures in the land of the living."

You shrug, trying to play it off as no big deal. "Not much to tell, really. Just your standard boring English school life.”

She arches an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Somehow, I doubt that."

You sigh dramatically. "Fine, you got me. It wasn't all bad. Made some friends, learned a few things. But nothing compared to the excitement of Nevermore."

A genuine smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "I'm glad to hear it. It would be a shame if you'd gone soft during your time away."

—

A few days have passed since your sudden return to Nevermore, and you're still adjusting to the odd juxtaposition of the familiar and the foreign. The school itself hasn't changed much, but you're older now, seeing it through different eyes. And then there's Wednesday, who seems to be everywhere you turn, her dark eyes following you like a specter.

It's late afternoon, and you're wandering through the grounds, trying to clear your head after a particularly dull history lecture. The air is crisp, the leaves crunching under your feet as you make your way towards an old oak tree.

As you approach, you see a figure already seated against the trunk, long legs stretched out, head bent over a book. Even from a distance, you recognize the shock of dark hair, the pale skin. Wednesday looks up as you draw near, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your approach.

"I thought I might find you here," you say, settling yourself onto the ground beside her.

She doesn't move, just continues to stare at you, her gaze unreadable. "Did you?"

You shrug, plucking a leaf from the ground and twirling it between your fingers. "Call it intuition."

She watches the leaf spin for a moment before speaking. "I've been thinking about that day. The day you left."

You freeze, the leaf falling forgotten to the ground. You've tried not to think about that day too much, the way it felt to leave Wednesday behind, to step into a world that didn't understand you the way she did.

"Yeah?" you say, keeping your voice carefully neutral.

She nods, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "I remember standing at the window of my room, watching your car disappear into the distance. I remember thinking that I wouldn't see you again."

A lump forms in your throat, but you swallow it down. "And now here I am."

She turns to look at you then, her gaze intense. "Yes, here you are. But you're different. Older. Changed."

She falls silent then, her eyes drifting back to the distant horizon. You can see the tension in her jaw, the way her hands clench around the book in her lap. It's clear that whatever she's thinking, it's weighing on her.

Finally, she speaks, her voice low and steady. "I know we haven't spoken much since you returned. But I want you to know that... I'm glad you're back, Y/N."

The words catch you off guard, and you blink, trying to process them. Wednesday isn't exactly known for her emotional outpourings, and hearing her say those words feels... significant. Important.

Wednesday's words hang in the air between you, weighty and profound. You can feel the sincerity behind them, the depth of emotion that she usually keeps tightly locked away. It's a side of her that few people get to see, and you feel a rush of warmth in your chest at the thought that she trusts you enough to share it with you.

"I'm glad too," you say softly, meeting her gaze. "Gladder than I ever thought I'd be."

She looks away then, a faint blush coloring her pale cheeks. It's a rare sight, and you can't help but smile at the sight of it.

“Cute.”

Wednesday's blush deepens at your comment, and she shoots you a sharp glare. "I am not cute," she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "Don't ever call me that again."

You hold up your hands in mock surrender, trying to keep the grin off your face. "Sorry, sorry. I meant 'formidable' or 'intimidating'. Those are much better descriptions of you, I'm sure."

She narrows her eyes at you, but there's a hint of something else in her gaze - a glimmer of amusement, perhaps, or maybe just a touch of affection. "You'd better believe it," she mutters, but there's no real bite to her words.

You settle back against the trunk of the tree, stretching your legs out in front of you. "So, what's new with you? Any exciting murder mysteries or occult rituals I should know about?"

Wednesday rolls her eyes, but there's a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Wouldn't you like to know? I'm afraid my secrets are safe with me."

"Damn," you sigh, feigning disappointment. "And here I thought we were friends."

She snorts softly, nudging you with her elbow. "We are friends, Y/N. But even friends have limits."

You grin at her, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest at the casual familiarity of the gesture. "Fair enough. I suppose I can respect that."

For a while, you sit in comfortable silence, watching the play of light through the leaves overhead. It's peaceful, in a way - just the two of you, lost in your own thoughts, content in each other's presence.

Wednesday's eyes drift shut for a moment, her face tilted towards the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves above. There's a softness to her features that you rarely see, a vulnerability that she only shows when she thinks no one is looking.

She's always been like that - guarded, cautious, quick to put up walls to keep people out. But with you, she lets her guard down just a little. It's a privilege, really, to be trusted with this side of her.

You watch her, committing every detail to memory. The way her dark lashes cast shadows on her pale cheeks, the slight parting of her lips as she breathes in the crisp autumn air.

A breeze rustles the leaves above, and Wednesday's eyes flutter open, fixing you with a questioning gaze. "What are you looking at?" she asks, her voice low and suspicious.

You shake your head, grinning. "Nothing. Just enjoying the scenery."

She narrows her eyes, but there's no real anger behind it. "You're strange, Y/N. You always have been."

"And you love it," you tease, nudging her back with your shoulder.

She doesn't deny it, just shrugs and turns her attention back to the book in her lap. But you can see the hint of a smile on her lips, the way her shoulders relax just a fraction.

It's in moments like these that you realize just how much you've missed her, how much a part of your life she's always been. And as you sit there, side by side beneath the old oak tree, you can't help but feel a sense of rightness, of belonging.

Whatever the future holds, whatever challenges lie ahead, you know that you'll face them together. You and Wednesday, the odd couple, the misfits, the outcasts. Together, you can weather any storm.

“Remember our little grave digging rendezvous? There’s an abandoned graveyard in the woods… Could pay it a visit tonight.”

Wednesday's head snaps up at your suggestion, her dark eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, she just stares at you, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.

"I thought you'd never ask," she purrs, her voice low and conspiratorial.

You can't help but grin at her enthusiastic response. "Thought you might be too busy with your taxidermy collection to spare a night for some good old-fashioned grave robbing."

She rolls her eyes, but there's a glint of amusement in her gaze. "Please. Taxidermy is a hobby, grave robbing is a lifestyle."

You laugh, shaking your head in mock disbelief. "Of course it is. I don't know why I even asked."

Wednesday leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Meet me at midnight by the old stone wall. Don't be late."

—

The sun has long since set by the time you make your way to the rendezvous point, the old stone wall looming ominously in the darkness. You can feel the chill in the air, the way it seeps into your bones and makes your breath mist in the night. It's the perfect weather for a little grave robbing, you muse to yourself, a wicked grin tugging at your lips.

As you approach the wall, you see a familiar figure waiting for you in the shadows. Wednesday is leaning against the stone, her dark hair a stark contrast against the gray of the wall. She's wearing all black, as usual, her pale skin almost glowing in the moonlight.

"Right on time," she says as you draw near, her voice low and teasing. "I was beginning to think you'd chickened out."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Please. Like that would ever happen."

She pushes off the wall, falling into step beside you as you make your way towards the woods.

The forest looms ahead, an impenetrable wall of darkness that seems to swallow the moonlight whole. Wednesday leads the way, her steps sure and confident even in the pitch black. You follow close behind, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

As you venture deeper into the woods, the air grows colder, damper. The trees seem to press in around you, their branches reaching out like grasping fingers. You can feel the weight of the forest, the way it seems to pulse with a life of its own.

After what feels like an eternity, you break through the treeline and into a small clearing. Before you lies the graveyard, a jumble of crumbling headstones and weathered crypts. The place has an eerie stillness to it, as if the very air is holding its breath.

Wednesday grins at you, her eyes glinting with a manic light. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise," she says, gesturing grandly at the graveyard.

You stare at the graveyard, your heart racing. The crumbling headstones and weathered crypts seem to loom menacingly in the darkness, casting eerie shadows across the overgrown grass. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched.

Wednesday seems oblivious to your unease, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she surveys the graveyard. "Isn't it beautiful?" she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "All this history, all these stories, just waiting to be uncovered."

You swallow hard, trying to muster up some of her enthusiasm. "Sure," you manage, your voice coming out a little higher pitched than you intended. "Beautiful."

Wednesday turns to you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Come on, Y/N. Where's your sense of adventure? This is what we've always dreamed of, isn't it? A chance to get our hands dirty, to delve into the unknown?"

You nod, trying to convince yourself as much as her. "You speak like a poet."

Wednesday grins at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Poetry is for the weak. I prefer the prose of the macabre."

She strides forward, her boots crunching on the dead leaves littering the ground. You hurry to keep up, your heart pounding in your chest as you weave between the headstones. Some are little more than crumbled ruins, the names and dates long since eroded away. Others stand tall and proud, their epitaphs still legible in the moonlight.

As you make your way deeper into the graveyard, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle, and you whirl around, half expecting to see some ghostly figure lurking in the shadows. But there's nothing there, just the endless rows of graves stretching out before you.

Wednesday, meanwhile, seems completely at ease. She moves through the graveyard like a cat, her steps silent and sure. Every so often, she pauses to examine a particularly interesting headstone, running her fingers over the engraved letters as if trying to read the secrets of the dead.

"Look at this one," she says, gesturing to a large, ornate tomb. "Elias Crane, died 1847. Apparently, he was a wealthy businessman. But rumor has it, he made his fortune through less than savory means."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. "Such as?"

Wednesday leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Grave robbing. Body snatching. All the things respectable society frowns upon."

You can't help but grin at that. "Sounds like our kind of guy."

Wednesday nods, a wicked glint in her eye. "Exactly. I bet he's got some fascinating stories buried with him."

You put your backpack down, pulling out a plastic spade, one that is obviously meant for kids at the beach.

Wednesday's eyes widen as you pull out the child's spade, a mix of amusement and disappointment crossing her face. "Really, Y/N? A plastic shovel? I was expecting something a bit more... professional."

She reaches into her own bag, pulling out a sleek, black shovel that looks like it could double as a weapon. "This is how you do grave robbing.”

She strides over to the nearest grave, kneeling down beside the headstone. You hurry to follow, your plastic spade feeling woefully inadequate in comparison.

"Alright, let's see what secrets Mr. Crane is hiding," Wednesday murmurs, plunging her shovel into the soft earth.

You do the same, your spade making a hollow 'thunk' as it hits the ground. Wednesday shoots you a look, one eyebrow raised in amusement.

“My shovel is cuter.”

Wednesday snorts, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Cuter? Really? We're going for aesthetics over functionality here?"

She shakes her head, but there's no real annoyance in her voice. If anything, she seems even more excited by the challenge.

"Alright then, Y/N. Let's see what you can do with that adorable little spade of yours."

With that, she plunges her own shovel into the ground, the blade slicing through the earth with a satisfying thud. You follow suit, your plastic spade making a far less impressive noise as it scrapes against the dirt.

For a while, the only sound is the steady rhythm of shoveling, punctuated by the occasional grunt of effort. Wednesday moves with a practiced ease, her movements efficient and precise. You, on the other hand, quickly find yourself winded, your arms burning with the unfamiliar exertion.

"Come on, Y/N," Wednesday calls over her shoulder, a teasing lilt to her voice. "Put some muscle into it. We're not here to dig a hole for a potted plant."

You grit your teeth, redoubling your efforts. Slowly, painfully, the hole begins to take shape, the walls of the grave yawning open like a hungry mouth.

As you work, you can't help but steal glances at Wednesday, marveling at the way she seems so completely in her element. Her pale skin glows in the moonlight, and there's a fierce determination in her eyes that takes your breath away.

"Watch it!" Wednesday yells suddenly, and you jerk back just in time to avoid smacking your shovel against hers. You stare down into the hole, which is now deep enough for you to stand in. The wooden coffin lies below, its surface covered in a layer of dirt and debris.

Wednesday tosses her shovel aside, dropping to her knees beside the grave. She runs her hands over the coffin, tracing the intricate carvings that adorn its surface.

Wednesday's eyes shine with excitement as she runs her hands over the ancient wood, tracing the intricate carvings etched into its surface. The coffin is clearly old, the once-polished finish now dulled by centuries of exposure to the elements.

"Look at this craftsmanship," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "They just don't make them like this anymore."

You peer into the grave, your heart hammering in your chest. The idea of what lies inside the coffin is both thrilling and terrifying, a reminder of the fragility of life and the inevitability of death.

Wednesday seems oblivious to your apprehension, her attention focused solely on the task at hand. She pulls a small crowbar from her bag, wedging it between the lid of the coffin and its frame. With a grunt of effort, she pries the lid open, the ancient wood groaning in protest.

The smell that wafts up from the coffin is overwhelming - the cloying scent of decay, of earth and rot. You gag, stepping back from the edge of the grave. But Wednesday seems unaffected, leaning forward to peer inside.

"Well, well," she breathes, a note of excitement in her voice. "Looks like our friend Elias is still with us."

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to look into the coffin. The body inside is little more than a skeleton, clad in the tattered remains of a funeral suit. The flesh has long since rotted away, leaving only bones and a few scraps of leathery skin.

Wednesday reaches into the coffin, her slender fingers brushing against the yellowed bones. She lifts out a human femur, examining it with a critical eye.

"Fascinating," she murmurs, turning the bone over in her hands. "Look at the way the marrow cavity has collapsed. That suggests a prolonged period of exposure to the elements."

She carefully places the bone back inside the coffin, her expression thoughtful.

You just blink, unsure of what to do now. “Well, that was exhilarating.” You mutter, sarcasm etched in your tone.

The moonlight filters through the trees, casting an eerie glow over the graveyard. Wednesday turns to you, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes. "What's the matter, Y/N? Not quite the thrill you were hoping for?"

You can't help but smirk back at her, despite the unsettling nature of your surroundings. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'm just not cut out for the macabre after all."

Wednesday scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Don't be ridiculous. You're the one who suggested this little adventure in the first place."

You shrug, trying to project a nonchalance you don't quite feel. "I may have gotten carried away. But hey, at least we found something interesting, right?"

Wednesday's gaze lingers on you, her expression softening slightly. "Yeah, I guess so. Though I'm not sure what we're going to do with Elias now."

You glance back at the open coffin, a shiver running down your spine. "Maybe we should put him back? Seems only right, considering we disturbed his rest."

Wednesday nods, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Probably for the best. Wouldn't want to deal with the wrath of a vengeful spirit."

Together, you carefully lower the coffin lid, sealing Elias back in his eternal slumber. As you brush the dirt back over the grave, you can't help but feel a sense of relief, a sudden desire to leave this place behind.

But as you turn to go, you find yourself face to face with Wednesday, her eyes wide and searching in the moonlight. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the air between you crackling with tension.

"Y/N," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I've been wanting to say..."

Your heart pounds in your chest, your breath catching in your throat. You know what's coming, have known for a long time, but hearing her say it out loud is still a shock.

Before you can utter a response, Wednesday closes the distance between you, her cool fingers curling around the back of your neck. She pulls you closer, her eyes locked on yours, a swirling vortex of emotions - longing, desire, and a hint of vulnerability.

Her lips brush against yours, soft and tentative at first, then with growing confidence and passion. You melt into the kiss, your arms encircling her waist, pulling her flush against you. The world falls away, the graveyard and the dead forgotten as you lose yourself in the taste and feel of her.

Wednesday's lips are cool and sweet against yours, her tongue darting out to trace the seam of your mouth. You part your lips, granting her access, and she takes full advantage, deepening the kiss with a low moan. Your tongues dance and twine, a sensual battle for dominance that leaves you both breathless.

When she finally pulls back, you're both panting, your hearts racing in sync. Wednesday's eyes are dark with desire, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. She rests her forehead against yours, her voice husky and low.

"I've wanted to do that for so long, Y/N. I hope I didn't misread the signs."

You chuckle softly, your fingers tangling in her silky hair. "Not at all. I've been waiting for this too."

You and Wednesday are still caught up in the afterglow of your first kiss, your bodies pressed close, when a sudden noise shatters the silence of the graveyard. It's a rustling sound, the crunch of dead leaves underfoot, and it's coming from the direction of the woods.

Wednesday's head snaps up, her eyes narrowing as she scans the treeline. "Did you hear that?" she whispers, her voice tense with suspicion.

You nod, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest. "It sounded like it came from over there."

Wednesday reaches into her bag, pulling out a small, wicked-looking knife. She hands it to you, her grip tight and urgent. "Just in case."

You take the knife, your fingers closing around the smooth handle. The blade gleams in the moonlight, its edge honed to a razor's sharpness.

Together, you creep towards the source of the noise, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of dead leaves. As you draw closer to the woods, you can hear the sound more clearly now - a low, guttural moan, followed by the unmistakable sound of retching.

Wednesday holds up a hand, signaling for you to stop. She points to a shadowy figure, hunched over just beyond the edge of the trees. The figure is swaying slightly, as if drunk or disoriented, and you can see the glint of a bottle in its hand.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a drunk," Wednesday murmurs, a hint of disgust in her voice. "Probably some vagrant who thought he'd find shelter in the woods."

You're about to suggest leaving the man be when he suddenly staggers forward, his eyes wide and wild as they lock onto yours. He lets out a low, animalistic growl, raising the bottle like a weapon.

"Hey, man, some of us are trying to sleep here!" he slurs, taking a stumbling step towards you. "Why don't you and your little girlfriend fuck off?"

Before you can react, Wednesday lurches forward, her hand outstretched. She aims the knife at the man's throat, her eyes narrowed.

The drunk man's eyes widen in fear as he sees the knife, his bravado evaporating like mist in the moonlight. He stumbles backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away.

You move forward, your hand gripping over Wednesday’s, stopping her from going too far. “No.”

Wednesday hesitates, her grip on the knife faltering. She looks at you, confusion and frustration warring in her eyes. "What are you doing?" she hisses, her voice low and urgent. "We can't just let him get away. Who knows what he might do?"

The drunk man stumbles further back, his eyes darting between you and Wednesday. "Hey, look, I don't want any trouble, alright?" he says, his voice shaking. "I'm just trying to find a place to sleep, that's all. I didn't mean no harm."

Wednesday scoffs, her grip tightening on the knife once more. "Oh, and I suppose disturbing our private moment is no harm done? I don't think so."

The man's eyes widen in panic as he realizes the precariousness of his situation. He raises his hands in a placating gesture, the bottle still clutched in one trembling fist.

"Please, I'm sorry, I'll go, I won't bother you again, just please don't hurt me," he babbles, his words slurring together in his haste.

Wednesday's jaw clenches, her eyes narrowing to slits. She takes a step forward, the knife glinting in the moonlight.

"You should have thought of that before you interrupted us," she snarls, her voice dripping with venom.

The man's eyes dart to you, pleading for help, for mercy. You can see the terror in his gaze, the knowledge that he is completely at the mercy of these two strange girls.

“Goddamn it, Wednesday. Stop it.”

Wednesday's grip on the knife loosens slightly at your command, but she doesn't lower it. Her eyes are still fixed on the drunk man, her expression a mix of anger and contempt.

"Why should we stop?" she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "He's just some pathetic vagrant. No one will miss him."

The man's eyes widen in fear, his body trembling as he backs away from you both. "Please," he whimpers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want any trouble. I'll leave, I swear."

You step forward, gently placing a hand on Wednesday's arm. The touch is light, but the gesture is clear - a plea for her to stand down, to show mercy.

Wednesday's eyes flick to you, surprise and confusion written across her face. She's so focused on the drunk man that she hadn't expected your intervention.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" she asks, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "This man needs to be taught a lesson."

The drunk man takes another stumbling step backwards, his eyes darting between you and Wednesday in terror. He's clearly aware of the precariousness of his situation, the thin line between life and death that he's currently balancing on.

For a moment, Wednesday seems torn, her gaze flickering between you and the drunk man. You can see the conflict in her eyes, the war between her darker impulses and the bond she shares with you.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Wednesday lowers the knife. She lets out a long, shuddering breath, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Fine," she says, her voice tight. "But if he steps out of line again, he's fair game."

The drunk man lets out a shaky sigh of relief, his body sagging with the realization that he's been spared. "Thank you," he mumbles, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'll go, I promise. Just please, no more trouble."

He turns and staggers off into the woods, his footsteps crunching on the dead leaves. You watch him go, a sense of unease settling in your stomach.

You can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, a nervous energy buzzing through your veins. "Where did you even get that knife, Wednesday? I didn't realize you were packing heat on our little graveyard rendezvous."

Wednesday's lips quirk into a wry smile, her eyes glinting with mischief in the moonlight. "Always be prepared, Y/N. You never know when you might need a little... protection." She tucks the knife back into her bag with practiced ease, her movements fluid and graceful.

You shake your head, a mix of amusement and exasperation coloring your voice. "I swear, sometimes I think you're just looking for an excuse to use that thing. What would your parents say if they knew?"

Wednesday scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Please. They'd probably be proud. 'Our little girl, all grown up and ready to defend herself.' Besides, it's not like we actually used it."

You can't argue with that logic, even as a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of what might have happened if you hadn't intervened. "True enough. But maybe next time, let's stick to less... lethal forms of self-defense, hmm?"

Wednesday shrugs, her expression unrepentant. "Can't make any promises. But I'll try to keep my bloodlust in check, for your sake."

Despite the morbid humor of the situation, you can't help but feel a surge of affection for Wednesday. Her dark sense of humor, her fierce protectiveness, her willingness to embrace the macabre - it's all part of what draws you to her.

You step closer to her, your hand finding hers in the darkness. "Come on," you murmur, tugging her gently towards the edge of the graveyard. "Let's get out of here before anyone else decides to crash our party."

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The heavy door of the dorm room creaks open, revealing the dimly lit space within. Wednesday stumbles inside, pulling you along with her. Her lips never leave yours as she kicks the door shut behind you, her hands roaming eagerly over your body.

You're lost in the moment, your senses overwhelmed by the feeling of her mouth on yours, the press of her body against yours. It's only when you feel the edge of the bed hit the back of your knees that you break the kiss, gasping for air.

Wednesday's eyes are dark with desire, her hair mussed and her lips swollen from your passionate embrace. She tugs at your shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons in her haste to get it off.

"Wednesday, wait," you breathe, your voice husky with need. "Are you sure about this?"

She pauses, her eyes meeting yours in the dim light. There's a flicker of uncertainty in their depths, a moment of hesitation. But then she's pressing against you again, her mouth finding yours once more.

"I've never been more sure of anything," she murmurs against your lips. "I want you, Y/N. I've wanted you for so long."

You surrender to the moment, your hands tangling in her hair as you deepen the kiss. Clothes are shed in a flurry of fabric, landing haphazardly on the floor as you tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated skin.

A soft groan, followed by the rustle of sheets, startles you both out of your passionate haze.

"W-Wednesday?" a sleepy voice mumbles. "Is that you?"

Wednesday's eyes widen in horror, her face flushing crimson as she realizes the mistake she's made, scrambling to cover herself with the nearest piece of clothing.

“Oh, hey, Enid.” You smile, trying to appear nonchalant.

Enid sits up in her bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She blinks a few times, her gaze adjusting to the dim light. When she focuses on you and Wednesday, her eyes widen in surprise.

"Oh, um, hi," she stammers, her cheeks flushing pink. "I didn't realize you two were... I mean, I thought..."

There's an awkward silence, broken only by the sound of Wednesday's heavy breathing and the distant chirping of crickets outside.

Enid clears her throat, pulling the blanket up higher around her shoulders. "So, uh, are you two going to...?" She trails off, her eyes widening as she realizes the implications of her question.

Wednesday's face is beet red, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. "No!" she blurts out, her voice uncharacteristically high-pitched. "We weren't going to... I mean, we weren't..."

Enid's eyes widen, her mouth falling open in shock. "Wednesday, are you... are you blushing?"

Wednesday scowls, crossing her arms defensively over her chest. "I am not blushing," she snaps, her voice tight with embarrassment. "I just... I didn't expect you to be awake at this hour."

Enid blinks, her expression softening. "It's okay, Wednesday. I'm not judging. I'm happy for you, really." She smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I always knew you had a thing for Y/N."

—

Since that night in the dorm room, things had been undeniably awkward between you and Wednesday. The air was thick with unresolved tension, the memory of passionate kisses and wandering hands lingering like a ghost in the room. You couldn't look at her without feeling a flush creep up your neck, your heart racing at the slightest brush of her fingers against yours.

Even Enid seemed to notice the change in your dynamic, her knowing smiles and raised eyebrows a constant reminder of the unspoken desire simmering beneath the surface. You tried to focus on your classes, to push aside the distracting thoughts of Wednesday's lips on yours, but it was a losing battle.

As you walked down the hallway towards your next class, your mind was miles away, replaying the events of that fateful night. Wednesday's touch, her breathless moans, the way her body had felt pressed against yours...

Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your wrist, yanking you roughly into a nearby janitor's closet. The door slammed shut behind you, plunging you into darkness. You stumbled, your heart leaping into your throat as you struggled to make out the silhouette of your attacker.

"Do you have any idea how hard it's been for me to focus on anything since that night?" a familiar voice growled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes adjusted to the dim light, revealing Wednesday's face, etched with a mixture of frustration and desire. She stepped closer, her body mere inches from yours, her breath hot against your cheek.

"I can't stop thinking about you, Y/N," she whispered, her voice low and urgent. "Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is your face, feel your touch..."

Her hands slid up your arms, her fingers digging into your skin as she pulled you closer. "Tell me you feel it too," she breathed, her lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me you want me as much as I want you."

You feel Wednesday's breath on your ear, her words sending a jolt of electricity through your body. The suddenness of her actions catches you off guard, but the desire in her voice is undeniable.

"I... I do," you manage to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been thinking about you too, Wednesday. Nonstop."

Wednesday's hands slide down your sides, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She presses you back against the wall, her body molding to yours in a way that makes your head spin.

"Then why haven't you done anything about it?" she demands, her voice a low growl. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. "I wasn't... I mean, I didn't think..."

Wednesday cuts you off with a searing kiss, her lips claiming yours with a hunger that takes your breath away. You melt into her, your hands tangling in her hair as you lose yourself in the sensation of her mouth on yours.

When she finally pulls away, you're both breathing hard, your chests heaving against each other. "I can't wait anymore," Wednesday pants, her eyes wild with need. "I need you, Y/N. Right here, right now."

Your mind races, the implications of her words sinking in. You're not in your dorm room, where you can take your time, explore each other at a leisurely pace. You're in a janitor's closet, surrounded by cleaning supplies and the faint scent of bleach.

But the desire in Wednesday's eyes, the way her body is pressed against yours, makes it hard to think straight. Your hands slide down to her waist, your fingers digging into her hips as you pull her closer.

"We shouldn't..." you start, even as your body betrays you, arching into her touch.

Wednesday silences you with another kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth as her hands roam over your body with a desperate urgency. "Don't think," she breathes against your lips. "Just feel."

Wednesday's hands slide under your shirt, her fingers skimming over the smooth skin of your stomach. You gasp, your back arching off the wall as she trails her touch higher, brushing against the soft swell of your breasts.

"Wednesday," you moan, your voice breathy with need. "We can't... not here..."

But even as the words leave your lips, you're arching into her touch, your body betraying your true desires. Wednesday's mouth finds your neck, her teeth grazing against your pulse point as she sucks and nips at the sensitive skin.

Your head falls back, your eyes fluttering closed as you lose yourself in the sensation. Wednesday's hands are everywhere, sliding under your clothes, mapping the curves of your body with a desperate hunger.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you're about to do. With a sudden burst of strength, you reverse your positions, pinning Wednesday against the wall with your body. She lets out a surprised gasp, her eyes widening as she looks up at you with a mix of shock and desire.

"My turn," you murmur, your voice low and commanding. Your hands slide under her shirt, your fingers skimming over the smooth expanse of her stomach. Wednesday shivers, her skin breaking out in goosebumps under your touch.

You lean in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Wednesday moans into your mouth, her hands fisting in your hair as she pulls you closer. Your tongues tangle together, the kiss growing more heated with each passing second.

Your hands continue their exploration, sliding up to cup Wednesday's breasts through her bra. She arches into your touch, her nipples hardening under your palms. You break the kiss, trailing your lips down her neck, your teeth grazing against her pulse point.

Wednesday's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with need. "Please," she whimpers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Touch me, Y/N. I need you."

Your fingers find the clasp of her bra, undoing it with a deft flick. The garment falls away, exposing her breasts to your hungry gaze. You lower your head, your tongue swirling around one hardened peak.

Wednesday cries out, her back arching off the wall as you lavish attention on her breasts. Your hands slide down her body, tugging at the waistband of her skirt.

With a swift movement, you yank the garment down, leaving Wednesday in nothing but her panties. She steps out of the pool of fabric, her legs trembling with anticipation.

Your hands slide up her thighs, your fingers hooking into the waistband of her underwear. With a slow, deliberate movement, you tug them down, revealing her most intimate parts to your eager gaze.

Wednesday is bare before you, her body laid out like a feast for the taking. You take a moment to admire her, your eyes drinking in every feature.

Wednesday's breath hitches as you drink in the sight of her, her body quivering under your appraising gaze. The air between you is electric, charged with a heady mix of desire and anticipation.

You step closer, your body pressing against hers in a delicious friction that sends sparks racing through your veins. Wednesday's hands come up to rest on your shoulders, her fingers digging into your skin as she anchors herself to you.

"Please," she breathes, her voice a desperate whimper. "I need you, Y/N. I've been dreaming of this moment for so long."

Your hand slides between her legs, your fingers brushing against the slick heat of her core. Wednesday gasps, her hips bucking forward, seeking more of your touch. You tease her, your fingers dipping just barely inside before retreating, driving her wild with need.

Wednesday's breath comes in short, sharp gasps as your fingers tease her most sensitive spots. Her hips grind against your hand, seeking more of your touch, more of the delicious friction that's building inside her.

You can feel the heat of her, the slickness coating your fingers as you work her higher and higher. Wednesday's head thrashes from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut as she loses herself in the pleasure.

"Don't stop," she whimpers, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, Y/N, don't stop."

Your fingers plunge deeper, curling inside her in a way that makes her see stars. Wednesday's back arches off the wall, her nails digging into your shoulders as she rides the wave of sensation.

You can feel her tightening around your fingers, her body tensing as she nears the edge. You double your efforts, your thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

Wednesday's cry echoes off the walls of the small closet, her body shaking as the orgasm crashes over her. She clings to you, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

You hold her through it, your hand gentle as you help her down from the high. When she finally stills, you pull your hand away, bringing your fingers to your lips. You lick them clean, savoring the taste of her on your tongue.

The taste of Wednesday on your fingers is exquisite, a heady mix of sweet and salty that makes your head spin. You savor it for a long moment, your eyes locked with hers as you lick them clean.

Wednesday's body is still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm when you pull your fingers from her slick heat. The taste of her essence lingers on your tongue, a tantalizing reminder of what you've just shared.

You meet her gaze, your eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. "I should get going," you murmur, regret tinging your voice. "I don't want to be late for class."

Wednesday nods, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She reaches out, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you in for one last, searing kiss.

"Until next time," she whispers against your lips, her voice a promise of things to come.

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[idkdudethisisntpermanent]

Elixir - pt.ii

wednesday addams x female reader

part i | part ii

summary: Wednesday’s sudden affectionate behavior has you feeling all sorts of conflicted… You need to find a way to reverse this elixir, and fast!

word count: 4.4k

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Wednesday looks at you expectingly awaiting a response. Her dark eyes look at you in a way that feels...different.

"Wednesday, what was that?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm while gesturing to the empty glass bottle.

For the first time since you've known the girl, she hesitates. "It was... nothing," she replies, though her voice lacks its usual certainty.

During this entire exchange, you notice that Enid is unusually quiet, not her typical inquisitive self, and you find it strange since this situation especially should call upon those traits of hers.

Almost like she read your mind, Enid speaks, "Wednesday, why did you drink from that bottle?"

But Wednesday isn't listening. Instead, she steps closer to you, her gaze inviting and seductive. "You know," she begins, her voice unusually soft, "there's something about you that I find... compelling."

Your heart skips a beat, confusion mixing with a hint of fear. "Wednesday, what are you talking about?"

"I mean," she continues, her tone almost... tender?  "I've always appreciated your spirit, your defiance. There's a fire in you that's hard to ignore."

You blink, utterly bewildered.  Your eyes widen as realization starts to hit, "Enid, I think that bottle wasn't just any potion. It could be a love potion!" You whisper the last part.

"Oh my god a love potion?!" you exclaim, letting the words you spoke settle in.  You take a step back as Wednesday moves even closer, her eyes still locked onto yours.

"Wednesday, snap out of it!" you say, your voice a mix of panic and desperation.

But Wednesday just smiles, an expression so out of place on her usually stoic face that it sends chills down your spine. "Why would I want to snap out of it?  Being close to you feels... right."

Wednesday steps even closer leaving little to no room between you two.  She grips the knot of your tie while maintaining eye contact with you, and slowly wraps your tie around the fist of her other hand. Just as she was about to tug on your tie, Enid quickly steps in, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from Wednesday's reach. "Come on, we need to figure out how to reverse this, now."

You nod, your mind racing. You both run out of the dorm room and bolt to the East Wing library knowing that it will be empty.  The vampires think they're too elite to hold their book club in any place other than the grand library and that worked in your favour for once.

You and Enid frantically catch your breath as you collapse onto the couches in the library.

"You okay?" Enid asks, "You're quite red."

"I-I just, that was so out of character for Wednesday, did you hear the things she was saying to me?" You say flustered, gripping the knot of your tie, the very spot Wednesday was holding a moment ago.  Loosening your tie, you cover your face with both your hands and groan into them.

Enid laughs, "Hmm are you blushing Y/n/n?"

"Absolutely not," you feel your face burn up even more and refuse to take your hands away from your red cheeks until you've cooled down a little. 

"Okay we need to find that book with the potion recipes. It has to be here somewhere."  Enid nods and jumps up into action, heading towards the dusty bookshelves trying to find anything that could help.

Meanwhile you go to another bookshelf, hoping it would give you faster results.  "So we think it's a love potion right?" You yell across the library to Enid.

"Uhh yeah," Enid mutters while flipping through books.

Minutes pass and it's dead quiet in the library. "Found it!" You pull a thick, ancient book from the shelf, the cover worn and faded, with the title Elixirs. "Let's see... love potions, love potions... ahh, here it is!"

As Enid walks toward you, she can't help but notice your blushing cheeks, the way you're fiddling with the edge of your tie, and the panicked state you're in. It's a stark contrast to your usual composed self, and it doesn't go unnoticed.

You start reading aloud, "The Amore Certo, commonly referred to as the Love Potion, is a potent and rare elixir known for its ability to intensify and bring forth feelings of love and affection in the drinker."

Enid nods confirming that this matches what Wednesday seems to be experiencing.

"Upon consumption, the potion works by subjecting the drinker with a deep sense of affection towards the first person they set eyes on. This connection feels natural and all-consuming.  The drinker's heart will race, their thoughts will be consumed by the object of their affection, and they will feel a powerful urge to be near them, showering them with adoration and devotion."

As you read, your heart begins to pound. The words resonate with what you've seen in Wednesday, the way her eyes linger on you, the subtle but undeniable pull between you two.  A part of you wants to rush back to the dorm, just to see if reality aligns with what you're reading.  Only to confirm if this is truly the potion affecting her, of course... no other reason.

"Does it say anything about an antidote?" Enid says getting impatient, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"The only known antidote to the Amore Certo is the Elixir of Clarity, which must be administered within three days of consumption to fully negate the effects.  However, it is said that true love cannot be entirely undone, and a trace of the potion's magic may remain in the heart of the drinker, even after the effects have worn off. Blah blah blah, and look here's a list of ingredients to make the Clarity Elixir." You point to the long list of ingredients while looking at Enid.

The blonde lets out a sigh of relief, "Okay I'm glad we're getting somewhere.  I say we call it a night today, and we'll spend tomorrow making the Clarity Elixir and getting Wednesday back to normal."

"Wait why can't we just start now?"

"Y/n how in the world are you going to get Solar Sun Whiskers at 2 a.m in the morning?" Your friend crosses her arms with a laugh.

With that you and Enid walk back to her dorm room, so you can grab your bag and she can keep an eye on Wednesday for the night. You two decided it was probably for the best if you didn't spend the night sleeping over.

Enid pushes the door open to see Wednesday intently watching the movie that you two had put in earlier.  You look to the tv to see the credits now rolling.

She watched the movie to completion...

"Y/n!" She exclaims finally noticing you and Enid at the door. You freeze as the excitement when seeing you catches you off guard. A very large part of you can't help but secretly enjoy the way her eyes light up when she sees you.

"Wednesday, hey," you respond nervously. "We were uhm, just grabbing my bag."

She stands up from the bed, and walks towards you with a light smile tugging at her lips. "You left before we could finish our evening together. I took the liberty of finishing the film. But we can always start another one if you'd like? Or perhaps we can discuss the film and what we enjoyed about it? If I remember correctly you've seen this one before right?"

It's hard to hear the girl with the sound of your thumping heart. God she's so adorable right now. Watching the girl before you fiddle with her fingers because she's nervous around you, has made you nervous yourself. Discuss the film? That's such a Wednesday expression of love you smile to yourself. You're intrigued that this love potion has shown you what a love sick Wednesday would do and not just make her do the generic romantic things.

Wait what are you thinking. Did you just think Wednesday was adorable? You scold yourself mentally. None of this is real Y/n, this isn't Wednesday, she doesn't actually love you. This is the girl that released spiders in your room to prove a point.

"...in the film he learned a language for the girl he loved. Would you like that Y/n/n? Enid mentioned that you were studying Greek—I could learn it for you if that's what your heart desires.

You ignore the pang in your chest reminding yourself that none of this is real.

Enid looks over to you and sees you struggling, she can understand why, and steps in to break the tension. "Actually, Wens, we were thinking of calling it a night. It's late, and Y/n/n needs to get some rest. We'll hang out more tomorrow, okay?"

The thought of Enid having to console Wednesday over spending time with you feels surreal, but then again, you are friends with a werewolf—anything is possible.

Wednesday's expression falters for a millisecond, a flash of disappointment crossing her face before she masks it with her usual stoic look. "If that's what Y/n wants," she says her tone soft.

Grabbing your bag, you make your way out the door, but something makes you pause, "Goodnight Wednesday," you smile softly, not entirely sure why you felt compelled to do so.

She steps forward, the same intensity in her eyes you've seen for the past couple hours, "Goodnight Y/n."

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That night you couldn't sleep at all. You were alone in your dorm room twisting and turning disturbed with the events of the day. Not necessarily with Wednesday's actions, but with how they make you feel. Realizing it's in yours and Wednesday's best interest to get some sleep, you finally close your eyes thinking about how in the world you were going to get Solar Sun Whiskers tomorrow.

The next morning began like any other. After getting dressed, you texted Enid, who agreed to meet you outside your dorm. As you gathered your things, a commotion outside your door grew louder, making you roll your eyes in frustration. Why couldn't people be more considerate at 7 a.m.?

Curious about the noise, you opened your door to find dozens of curious eyes staring back at you. Glancing down, you noticed a bouquet lying at your doorstep. Quickly, you scooped it up and retreated back into your room, eager to escape the prying gazes.

You carefully place the bouquet onto your bed and just stared at it. You realize very quickly that the people outside weren't buzzing because they thought you had a secret admirer, but because of the unique arrangement you received.

The bouquet in front of you seemed to be fresh black roses intertwined with small, gleaming knives and arrows, all meticulously wrapped in a blood-red bow.

That's when you notice a small index card stabbed by one of the arrows, with writing on it. Picking it up carefully you begin to read: "Good morning, Mia Cara. I hope you appreciate the flowers. I've included some weapons for your protection, given the recent attacks at the academy. Stay safe."

"Mia Cara?" You repeat back to yourself in a whisper.

"Yeahh," you hear a tired voice drawl behind you. You jump at Enid's voice startled by her appearance. Seems like she let herself in. "She heard me call you Y/n/n yesterday and decided she needed a nickname for you too. After three hours of intense discussion, she finally settled on 'Mia Cara.' Said it was perfect," the werewolf yawns.

A warm blush creeps up your cheeks as you imagine Wednesday sitting there, stubbornly insisting on the perfect name for you. It's both baffling and oddly touching. You shake your head, trying to dismiss the fluttering in your chest. "I can't believe she did that," you murmur, more to yourself than to Enid. You clear your throat, "Come on let's go get those ingredients."

And so you and Enid spend the next four hours, grabbing the ingredients for the Clarity Elixir, some more challenging to obtain than others. After defeating the sun goddess in an intense game of checkers, you've obtained the Solar Whiskers, the final piece needed to brew the reversal potion.

"How are you so good at this?" You ask as you intently watch Enid concoct the potion back at your room.

"Webbers potion making class?" she shrugs, giving the potion one last swirl before using a funnel to pour the liquid into a glass bottle identical to the one Wednesday drank from.

Determined to act quickly, you and Enid rush back to her dorm room. According to the Elixir book, the reversal potion must be administered within three days of consuming the love potion. Time is of the essence, and you're already on day two of this fiasco.

As you approach the familiar hallway you see Xavier Thorpe on his knees pleading for his life, and of course standing in front of him is the Wednesday you're typically used to seeing with a knife in hand.

"I told you! I haven't seen her at all today. There! Look! She's right behind you!" As Wednesday turns to look at you, Xavier scrambles to his feet and runs in the opposite direction.

"Y/n," she hurries over, gently cupping your cheek as she looks you over with concern, as if checking for any injuries. "I was worried when I couldn't reach you today. I even tried contacting Enid, but had no luck," she adds, nodding towards her roommate with a hint of relief.

"Come on, let's head inside," you whisper, keeping your voice as soft as possible. Wednesday's touch has you feeling unusually flustered, and you don't want your voice to give away how affected you are.

"Did you receive my flowers?" Wednesday questions suddenly with a quirk of her head.

"Yes I did, thank you," you respond, while you take notice of Enid laughing to herself. Sometimes you forget to realize how unusual this behavior of Wednesday is, since you're too busy being flustered half the time.

Wednesday hums in satisfaction, "Were you able to see the moon last night from your dorm room?"

You raise an eyebrow, not knowing where she was going with this, "No my window doesn't face that way."

"Such a pity," she begins, glancing toward the balcony on her side of the room. "As I was out there yesterday, all I could think about was how much I longed to ravish you under the moonlight, Mia Cara." She finishes with sincerity, and her eyes even darker, not knowing that was possible.

Enid breaks out into laughter, cackling at the subject matter of Wednesday's words. Never in a million years did you think you'd hear the word 'ravish' come out of Wednesday Addams' mouth. Clearly at a loss for words, Enid takes over.

"I think we should give her the Elixir," Enid says in between laughs, "It seems like the potion's effects becomes stronger as time passes.

All you could do is nod. Enid passes over a vial of the potion to her roommate, and Wednesday takes it in her hands cautiously, looking back at you, almost as if asking is this safe?

Once again you nod, urging her to drink it. You could tell that she was confused, but in the state that Wednesday was in you could tell that she would do anything that you asked of her.

As you wait for the elixir to reverse the potion, you can't help but slightly frown. A small part of you was going to miss this Wednesday that cared so strongly for you, but you also knew that you missed the real Wednesday even more.

Twenty minutes have gone by and Wednesday has moved to sit on her bed. You alternately look at Enid and the girl. "Has it worked?"

"I don't think so," Enid says defeated, "She would've scolded us for staring by now if it did."

"The book said that the clarity elixir works immediately," you say to yourself. "Maybe it'll work gradually?"

Wednesday suddenly speaks, "That tasted horrible."

You and Enid look at each other, "maybe the potion did work," Enid whispers.

"I apologize if my comment about ravishing you under the moonlight made you uncomfortable. But please, don't feel the need to torment me by making me drink these dreadful concoctions, my love," she adds gently.

"Nope, did not work," you groan with a faint blush on your cheeks at the mention of ravishing again.

You hated the inner turmoil you were experiencing.  It was confusing to have Wednesday Addams be the first girl to ever get you flowers and make you blush like you are now. It made you angry that the same girl that thrived off of making you lose control, is the same one you're worrying tremendously about.

Storming out of the room you go back to the library hoping you can figure out how to treat Wednesday fast because you didn't know how much more of this confusion you could take.

Pulling nearly every book you can find about potions out, you were now surrounded by papers and books all about the art of potion making.

"Y/n," Enid's voice gently approaches you after fifteen minutes. You don't respond, still immersed in your search for answers, though it's clear you're not making any progress.

Sensing your frustration, Enid places a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Hey, talk to me. What's going on?"

You sigh, closing the book in front of you. "I don't know, Enid. I don't like seeing Wednesday like this."

"None of us do," she agrees softly. "She's acting like the polar opposite of herself. Poor thing."

"Yeah, there's that," you admit, "but what's really throwing me off is how it's affecting me. I don't hate it, Enid. I don't hate how caring she's being. In fact, it's confusing me... I wouldn't mind experiencing more of it. And that's bad. I shouldn't be getting used to this because none of it's real," you finish, voicing your thoughts for the first time.

As you start to lose hope in finding a solution, a sudden realization hits you.

That potion was originally on Enid's side of the room. She moved it to Wednesday's desk when she almost knocked it over. But why would there be a love potion in Wednesday's dorm? And why hasn't Enid seemed surprised by any of this?

"Enid, did you make that potion?"

Enid freezes, a guilty look crossing her face. "Wait... let me explain, okay?"

You turn to her, desperate for answers. "What is it?"

"Y/n, the potion wasn't a love potion. It was an enhancer. It amplifies pre-existing emotions."

You stare at her, trying to process this revelation. "So, you're saying..."

"Wednesday already had feelings for you," Enid explains gently. "The potion just brought them to the surface."

The realization hits you hard. Beneath all the arguments and tension, there was something more—something neither of you had acknowledged until now.

"But why? Why would you even make something like this?" you ask, genuinely confused and a little hurt.

"It's frustrating that my two best friends can't get along," Enid says sadly. "We learned about this potion in class, and I thought if you drank an enhancer potion, you'd better understand your issues with Wednesday. Maybe then you two could start getting along."

"Wait... hold on. The potion was meant for me?!"

"Yeah," Enid admits, lowering her head. "I thought it would help you figure things out, and maybe if you talked to me about it, I could help bridge the gap between you and Wens so we could all be happy," she finishes with a nervous smile.

You shake your head, trying to make sense of it all. "So why did you let us waste time making the clarity elixir?"

"I honestly thought it might work," Enid says defensively. "A part of me even wondered if I had messed up the potion and accidentally made a love potion instead. I had no idea Wednesday had feelings for you."

This is all too much to take in. You sigh, "Okay, so how do you reverse an enhancer potion?"

"A heartfelt conversation."

"No, seriously, Enid. How do we get Wednesday back to normal?"

"I'm serious, Y/n," Enid insists. "The whole point of an enhancer is to amplify what's already there or reveal what was hidden. A heartfelt conversation, one where you address the things that were left unsaid, will make the enhancer's effects wear off."

"Stay here please," You tell Enid, as you slowly get up and leave the library, walking towards the room where a lovesick Wednesday Addams shall be.

You didn't know what you were doing or what you were going to say, you didn't know how you felt yourself, and how you were going to get Wednesday in the state she was in, to talk about her genuine feelings for you. But you wanted this to be solved sooner rather than later. The weekend was almost over, and you can't have Wednesday making a fool of herself when the school week starts and all students are back on campus.

With a deep breath, you gather your resolve and head towards Wednesday's dorm room. When you reach the door, you pause for a moment, your hand hovering just above the doorknob. What would you even say to her? How do you navigate this tangled mess of emotions and misunderstandings?

And holy shit Wednesday likes you?! You haven't even let yourself process the fact and now it's got you feeling all shy.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you twist the knob and step inside. Wednesday is sitting on her bed, flipping through a book, her expression more serene than you've ever seen. It's unnerving, in a way, seeing her so calm and... content.

She looks up as you enter, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Mia Cara," she greets you warmly, her voice sending a strange flutter through your chest. "I was wondering when you'd come back."

You force a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside you. "We need to talk, Wednesday."

Her eyes narrow slightly, sensing the seriousness in your tone. She sets the book aside and gives you her full attention. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

You take a seat at the edge of the bed, your heart pounding. "This whole situation... it's complicated. I know you're feeling things intensely right now, but I need to know—how much of this is really you? How much of it is the potion?"

Wednesday tilts her head, studying you with that familiar, analytical gaze. Her jaw tightens, her gaze moves to a point just beyond you, as if avoiding your eyes might make the conversation easier. "I don't see how discussing this will change anything."

Hmm so the potion doesn't necessarily make the communication aspect easier.  You are slightly annoyed though, since this means that you have to take more of an emotional burden when talking about your feelings with Wednesday.

"Because it's important," you press, feeling your heart race. "I need to know what's real, Wednesday. This whole weekend, I've seen a side of you that I didn't think existed, and now that it's out there... I need to understand it. I need to understand you."

She's silent for a long moment, her face a perfect mask of indifference. But you can see the tension in her posture, the way her hands are clenched tightly at her sides. Finally, she sighs, a rare sound that tells you how much she's struggling with this.

"I've spent most of my life burying emotions," she admits, her voice low.  "They complicate things, make people weak. I've always believed that.  But then you came along, and for some inexplicable reason, you've managed to... disrupt that order."

You swallow, sensing that you're getting closer to the truth. "What do you mean?"

Wednesday's eyes finally meet yours, and there's a flicker of something vulnerable in them, though she quickly tries to hide it. "You irritate me," she says bluntly. "You make me feel things I'd rather not feel. And that's... problematic."

You let out a soft, almost relieved laugh. "So, I irritate you?"

"Yes," she replies, though there's a slight softening in her tone. "But not in the way you think. It's... more than that. I've tried to ignore it, tried to push it away, but the potion made it impossible."

"So the potion?" you drag out in question, needing Wednesday to explicitly say what you already know.

Wednesday looks down at her hands, clearly struggling to say what she feels despite the help of the potion, but after a minute she speaks, "I didn't fabricate feelings that didn't exist.  It merely amplified what was already there."

You feel your heart skip a beat at her words, the realization slowly settling in.

Wednesday's expression remains inscrutable, but there's a slight hesitation in her voice that you've never heard before.  "What I'm saying, Y/n, is that my feelings for you aren't solely the result of some alchemical concoction. They were there long before."

Finally, you meet her gaze, and in that moment, you know you have to be truthful—not just for her, but for yourself.

"I- I think I like you too," You stammer, the words still being difficult to hear yourself.  I guess there was always something behind those arguments we've had, you were right all along.  Maybe I did want to have those banters with you," you nervously laugh.

"But I'm scared, Wednesday. This is all so new and confusing." You quickly add.

Wednesday reaches out, taking your hand in hers, she gives it a light squeeze, "You're right.  And maybe this is the potion making me talk but I think we'll figure it out."

"Yeah we will," you smile lightly.

"So does this mean the potion will wear off?" Wednesday asks still holding your hand.

"Yeah, according to Enid, a heartfelt conversation was the antidote, and if that wasn't what we just had then I don't know what to tell you," you chuckle.

Wednesday's lips curve into a small smile, and you find yourself mirroring it. Your hands remain clasped together, a silent acknowledgment of the fleeting moment you both know is slipping away. The effects of the enhancer will soon fade, and Wednesday will return to her usual stoic self, guarded and reserved, her displays of affection rare and restrained.

But you're okay with that. Because it's in those quiet moments, in her subtle glances and the unspoken understanding between you, that you've come to cherish her the most. It's the Wednesday you've grown to care for, the one who doesn't need grand gestures to show how much she feels.

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You wake up the next morning, unsure if the heartfelt conversation had the intended effect. After leaving Wednesday's room when Enid arrived, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between you two.

Rolling over, you reach for your phone on the nightstand.  A notification from an unsaved number catches your eye.  As you read the message, a small laugh escapes your lips.

"Looks like the potion wore off."

unsaved number Please tell me Enid was making up that absurd notion about me desiring to 'ravish you under the moonlight.' Such theatrics are beneath me.