#enid sinclair x you

[jybyls]

List

Y/n: *crying*

Enid: What happened ?? Who hurt you ?

Y/n: You want a list ?

Wednesday: Actually, yes.

[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, 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

[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.

[fandomnerd9602]

Enid, in her werewolf form, begs Y/N…

Enid: please! Baby please!

Y/N: you are terrible (laughs)

Enid: come on! Just once!

Y/N: oh fine

Y/N grabs a stick and throws it.

Enid wags her tail and happily gives chase…

[fruity-mega-coconut69]

Possibly, MAYBE could you do a fluff of Enid x reader?

For You

[pairings]: Enid Sinclair x Reader

[Summary]: You got into a fight. again. But luckily your beautiful girlfriend is there to take care of you.

[warnings]: There is not much. Maybe a little swearing. Also i'm not good at writing fluff soo, yeah.

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You never were someone who takes shit from others. Hence why you were always in trouble. But  then you met Enid, and your whole world turned upside down. At first you were admiring her from afar, but then one day she approached you. You guys started talking and after a while you gathered the courage to ask her out.  Soon you guys were the rather intense couple of Nevermore. You have met Wednesday. She isn’t really fond of you, but that’s just Wednesday.

One day you were walking the halls of Nevermore when a group of boys came up to you.

They started lightly with threads and slight pushes. But then one of them started talking about your relationship with a certain werewolf. That was the moment you snapped. Enid knew you were a little over-protective, possessive and all, but you never ever picked a fight because of her.

It surprised the group of boys when you punched one of them in his jaw. He looked at you and for a brief moment, you regretted it. Not because of him, but because of Enid. She made you swear you wouldn’t pick any fights anymore. Then the moment his fist collided with your stomach you knew you were long gone. After a while the whole group was fighting you and you were getting weaker and weaker by the moment. You didn’t notice the crowd of people surrounding you guys. You felt like you were about to pass out when all of you heard a loud shout.

 “ Enough! “ 

It was Ms.Weems, the principal. The next thing you know you were back at your dorm lying in bed with your fresh wounds, too tired to take care of them. After a while you heard a knock on your door. You groaned and slowly got up and headed towards the door. When you opened it you were  met with the sight of a worried and pissed Enid. Once you saw her face you took a step back. “ H-Hey, look. I-I was just- you know, like- i was- I’m sorry! “ You abandoned the thought of explaining and chose to apologize. She stepped into the room and as soon as she did, most of her anger was replaced by concern. She slowly took her hands and placed them on both sides of your face, holding it carefully. 

“Oh my god, are you okay? “ She said as she looked at your bloodied face.

“ Yeah i’m- “

“ Sit down “

And that you did. You sat down and she was quick to move between your legs and start inspecting your wounds. She let go of your face and went to get the first-aid kit. She came back and immediately started  treating the wounds on your face. After she was done she took a step back and looked at you “ Take off your shirt. “ You looked at her, raising your eyebrows. “ Oh, don’t give me that look. I just want to take care of the bruises and wounds you have there. “ She said with reddening cheeks. 

You smirked and took off your shirt. She slowly leaned down and started to clean the open wounds. After she was done she put away the first-aid kit and sat down beside you on your bed. “ Promise me, you are not going to do that again? “ She looked at you with her puppy eyes.

You sighed and nodded “ Okay. I promise “ You slid closer to her and kissed her lips softly. She giggled as you started to tickle her sides.

“ Stop! Stop!” She yelled while laughing.

“ Shh, I'm pretty sure it’s past curfew. So you better keep quiet” You whispered in her ear as she slowly calmed down and looked into your eyes. 

“ I love you “ 

You smiled and kissed her lips passionately, she pulled away with a  sigh and laid her head on your chest. “ I love you too “ You said as you saw her looking up at you. 

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A/N: It's really short, sorry!

[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.”

[themarvelousknight27]

Enid Smothered Y/N in kisses

Y/N: Wednesday help please

Wednesday: No Y/N you will suffer

Y/N: *Screams No loudly *

Enid: *Giggles*

[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 :)

✧ reply: Ask and you shall receive! :D

❦ 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..."

[jjsmaybank20]

𝕎𝕖𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

✰ - Personal Favorite ✎ - Most inspired for rn

Wednesday Addams ✎

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Enid Sinclair

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[tundra1029]

sneaku peak

JUST A LIL SNEAK PEAK! i havent finished with the ending headcannons yet but i will soon! just need some inspiration i still hate how you guys made angst the least desirable choice

[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]

Enid: Next question. You’re into Y/n.

Wednesday: That’s not a question.

Enid: So you agree, it’s a fact.

[evgar]

guess who's back in her wenclair era

[ornii]

Date

Wednesday watches her sibling (Y/n) leave the Apartment.

Wednesday: Where Are you going?

(Y/n): I’m taking Enid on a date…

Wednesday: Where?

(Y/n): The Dog Park.

Wednesday: But… you don’t have a dog.

(Y/n): Yes I do, I’m taking her there on the date, hanging around everyone must have dulled your brain cells sister.

(Y/n) leaves and Wednesday just stares at the door in confusion and disbelief.

Wednesday: … What?

[aiakuma]

Why do I lowkey wanna end up with Wednesday.. BUT I ALSO WANT ENID-

Can I Be The One? • pt 2

— Wednesday Addams x Reader | Enid Sinclair x Reader

Summary: You are a cupid known for your ability to match people up, yet you have had trouble finding your own happy ending. After finally admitting your unreciprocated love for Wednesday, you decide to try to move on.

Warnings/Genre: fluff, angst, unrequited, one-sided, jealousy, love triangle (?).

Words: 4.9k

Note: I'm so sorry if the 'soon' took a month! 💀

→ Part 1 | Part 2

Wednesday watched with scorn as you hurried out of the Rave'N Ball. What could possibly be wrong with you? She asked herself, but her curiosity was too great to ignore.

She abruptly left Tyler mid-dance, not even bothering to give him an explanation, and followed after you.

Enid was excited to attend the Raven Ball, and she had put a lot of effort into her outfit and makeup. She was walking towards the entrance when someone accidentally bumped into her.

She turned around to see who it was, and to her surprise, it was you.

You mouthed an apology, but it seemed like you didn't recognize who you had bumped into.

"Y/N!" Enid shouted, hoping you would stop. However, you kept walking, leaving her no choice but to follow you.

Wednesday stood there, watching you go, her heels glued to the spot. Her thoughts were screaming at her.

Follow her.

She hears the silence in the deafening music, she feels the coldness in the warm air. She wishes she could reach out and touch you, to pull you back to her, to make you stay.

But her pride and stubbornness pushed back against her curiosity. She was too prideful to admit that she cared that much. She turned on her heels and walked away, ignoring the urge to follow you and Enid.

Enid called out to you again, and this time, you turned around. She saw that your eyes were bloodshot and swollen, as if you had been crying for hours.

She could feel the pain radiating from you, and she instinctively felt the need to comfort you. "What happened?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

You shook your head and said, "It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does matter," she insisted, matching her pace to yours. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened, Enid."

When you finally reached your dorm room, you hesitatingly opened the door, looking at Enid with a pained expression. "Is everything going to be alright?" Enid asked, concern and tenderness emanating from her voice.

"Yes, you should go back to the ball," you say, closing the door and leaving.

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You lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You take a deep breath, trying to clear your mind of any worries or thoughts.

You can't help but feel frustrated with yourself.

Why can't you just move on? Why do you keep hoping for something that will never happen?

You know that what you're feeling is unrequited, and yet there's this tiny little string that keeps pulling you in, making you hope that somehow, someway, she'll reciprocate your feelings one day.

But the fact of the matter is that you're just setting yourself up for heartbreak. You wish you could just turn off your feelings like flipping a switch, but it's not that simple.

Love is a strange and powerful thing, even for a cupid like you.

As the old saying goes, "love hurts," and you're the prime example of that.

If only you knew, back when you first began to fall for Wednesday, what love felt like, you never would have allowed yourself to become so wrapped up in your feelings.

It's clear now that you should have listened to your own advice to focus on yourself and not let your emotions control your life.

But here you are, lying in bed, wondering what could have been.

Still, you know you have to try to move on. You can't keep torturing yourself by dwelling on your feelings for Wednesday.

You're ready to face the challenges that come your way and to finally let go of the love that's been holding you back.

—

The soft light of the moon illuminated you as you perched on a branch, your wings and bow in hand.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you transformed into your child self. Your innocent, childlike appearance contrasted with the mature power you held in your hands.

The couples around you wandered aimlessly, unaware of the influence you wielded over their destinies.

You aimed your bow at the couple closest to you. With a steady hand, you let loose the arrow, sending it soaring towards the couple.

And then, in an instant, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

The couple's conversation, which had been so stilted before, suddenly flowed effortlessly. They laughed and joked as though they had known each other for years, and before long, they were walking side by side, deep in conversation, and completely focused on each other.

Satisfied with your work, you let out a contented sigh and returned your bow and arrows to their proper place. But in that same moment, a question arises.

Will you forever remain a spectator to the love stories you so expertly create? Or will there come a day when you, too, find the love you seek?

You finished up your work for the day and were ready to call it a night.

You flew to your dorm room at Nevermore, still in your child form. You landed on the balcony and opened the window, only to discover Enid opening the door with a book in her hands.

The two of you screamed in unison, and Enid immediately grabbed you, holding you up in the air.

"What the hell is a kid doing in here?" Enid demanded, carrying you around. "Put me down!" you exclaimed, causing you to transform into your recent form.

"Y/N??" Enid shouted, looking utterly shocked.

She quickly turned around and faced the wall, noticing that you were naked. "Get a pair of clothes!" she yelled, and you hurriedly dressed yourself.

You turned back to face Enid, still with your wings behind you and your bow at your side on the desk. "You can turn around now," you said, slightly embarrassed.

Enid turned around to look at you up and down. "You're...you're..." she stuttered, staring at your wings. "...an angel?" she asked, stepping closer to touch them, but you stepped backward awkwardly.

"Yeah, sort of," you admitted, still feeling embarrassed about revealing your true identity as a cupid to Enid.

"Sort of? What do you mean by 'sort of'?" she asked you, looking visibly confused. "I am a cupid," you said, feeling like you had to confess your secret to her.

Enid fell silent, watching you with intense interest. You just wanted to disappear into the ground.

"What are you doing here anyway?" You asked, breaking the tense silence between the two of you. "Wednesday told me to give these books to you...to help with your project," she explained, handing you some books about botany.

You cleared your throat, staring at the door, and Enid nodded before leaving.

Before she could exit the room, you reached out and grabbed her arm, turning her around to face you once more. "Please, don't tell this to anyone," you begged.

"Okay," Enid said simply, understanding the severity of the situation. You nodded before releasing your grip on her arm and watching as she left your dorm.

You took a moment to collect yourself before getting ready for bed, still feeling a little shaken by the events of the day.

You had just revealed your identity as a cupid to someone who was not a cupid, and you weren't sure if she would be able to keep your secret.

—

You entered the botany class and walked towards your usual seat. Wednesday was already sitting there, as if she had claimed it for herself.

Normally, you would have eagerly approached her and struck up a conversation, but you chose not to, and you decided to ignore her altogether. Maybe that was easier than dealing with her sharp tongue and dry sarcasm. She probably would have been rude anyway, so why bother?

You looked around for an alternative place to sit. You caught Enid's eyes, her empty seat next to her was a welcome invitation. Hesitant but eager for some form of human interaction, you made your way over to Enid and sat down beside her.

Once the lesson began, Enid leaned into your ear, her hair tickling your skin. She whispered in her hushed voice, which echoed in your ears, "So...how does it feel being a cupid?"

You instinctively shushed her, worried that someone might have heard your secret. After looking in all directions to ensure no one was listening in, you replied, "Don't ask questions like that." Enid nodded as you continued, "And don't ever ask that again either."

You rolled your eyes, your annoyance now growing, and pulled out your notebook, determined simply to focus on your work.

However, while you tried to ignore Wednesday, you didn't realize that she was watching you out of the corner of her eye. Her brows were furrowed, and she seemed to be trying to understand why you were avoiding her.

—

You sigh as Enid bombards you with question after question. She has been asking you a lot of questions about your abilities and life as a cupid since she discovered you are one.

One day, while walking through the quad, Enid approached you with a smile on her face and asked, "Have you ever accidentally shot the wrong person with your arrow? I mean, it would be super awkward if you shot one into someone's eye by accident! You do have good aim, right...?"

Later that day, Enid approached you again in the hallway and asked another question, "Can you shoot your arrows at other emotions besides love? Like, would you shoot an arrow at someone who is really angry and make them chill out?"

Enid's questions didn't stop there. In the fencing class, she asks you yet another question, "What's the weirdest place you've ever shot one of your arrows? I know that love can happen anywhere, but seriously... inside a volcano?"

Her questions just made you wish that Enid didn't find out your secret, "Is it true that cupids make a 'ping!' sound when they fire their arrows? I'm just imagining a huge cupid battle with love arrows flying everywhere, and all you can hear is 'ping, ping, ping...'"

"Enid, stop." You close the book you were reading and turn to face her.

She sits up on the bed, her legs still folded beneath her, and leans forward with a smile on her face. "Sorry, but there are just so many questions I want to ask.”

You shake your head, feeling a little bit exasperated but also amused by her childlike sense of wonder. "Alright, go ahead then," you say, not wanting to ruin her fun completely.

Her last question makes you tense up a little bit. "Do cupids ever accidentally shoot their arrows at themselves? I heard that a cupid can fall in love with a human.. do you think that's true?!"

But before you could answer, Wednesday walked into the room. She looked at you up and down, seemingly surprised to see you there, before sitting down at her desk and pulling out her typewriter.

You and Enid both looked at each other awkwardly, unsure of what to do now that Wednesday was in the room.

Realizing that things might get sticky, you decide to make an excuse. "Excuse me, Enid. I think I forgot to do something," you said, standing up from the floor.

Enid looked up at you, surprised. "Oh, really? What did you forget to do?"

You hesitated for a moment, trying to come up with a convincing lie. "Well, I think I left something important in my room."

Enid shrugged. "Alright. See you later."

You take one last glance at Wednesday's back, a feeling of unease making its way up your spine.

As you continued to walk away from Enid's room, you found yourself deep in thought.

"Do cupids ever accidentally shoot their arrows at themselves? I heard that a cupid can fall in love with a human."

The memory of your conversation with Enid remained on your mind like a pesky tick that refused to let go. The more you tried to push it away, the more it echoed in your thoughts, tormenting you like a dark cloud on a clear day.

You reflected back on the story of Cupid and Psyche, where the god of love also fell in love with a beautiful mortal woman.

As a Cupid yourself, it's ironic that you're the one who now feels like the mythological princess Psyche, struggling to move on from your unrequited love for Wednesday.

She, too, had fallen in love with a being who was out of her reach. You too have fallen in love with someone who seems untouchable and unattainable, and now you find yourself struggling to move on from that person, even as you feel the pull of their presence in your heart.

You spent countless nights tossing and turning in your bed, imagining what it would be like to hold Wednesday in your arms, to run your fingers through her midnight-black hair, and to stare into her soulful dark eyes.

But even as you longed for Wednesday's love, you couldn't help but wonder if you were just deluding yourself, chasing after something that could never be.

After all, Wednesday was a dark, mysterious person whose heart was hidden behind a wall of ice and iron.

How could you hope to melt such a heart, to win her love and make her yours, when you could barely even understand her yourself?

You wondered if the gods were playing a cruel joke on you, a modern-day Psyche who was destined to suffer the pangs of unrequited love, forever bound to an ideal that was beyond your grasp.

—

Later that week, while working on your joint project in Wednesday's dorm room, you only talked to Enid. You didn't try to make conversation with Wednesday, knowing that it would be too tempting to slip back into your old patterns.

You tried to finish your project as quickly as possible so that you wouldn't have to spend any more time around Wednesday.

The next day, you and Wednesday's project were the first ones turned in, and you received an A from Ms. Thornhill. From that day on, you made it a point to avoid Wednesday as much as possible.

For the first week, you intentionally avoided making eye contact with Wednesday, unsure of what might happen if you did.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and you found yourself slowly growing used to the idea of not having any contact with Wednesday.

It wasn't easy at first, but the more time passed, the easier it became, and you found yourself no longer feeling the need to turn back when she walked past you in the hallway.

You felt no nervousness when she sat opposite you at the table. And you didn't get swept away by her eyes when you occasionally made eye contact with her.

Your relationship with Enid grew stronger, and you spent more and more time together.

Wednesday became an afterthought, fading into the background of your life. While you never forgot what she looked like, you stopped caring about her, content to live a fulfilling life without her.

—

You and Yoko watched in awe as Wednesday and Bianca sparred in the fencing court. As usual, both of them were evenly matched, exchanging blow after blow with precision and power. It was one of the many reasons you enjoyed this particular fencing class so much.

Your friend turned to you and asked, "Do you still like Wednesday?”

You shook your head. "No, not anymore."

Yoko messed up your hair playfully, saying, "Finally! You've moved on from that witch."

"Don't call her that."

Yoko tilted her head to the side and asked, "But I thought you didn't like her anymore?"

"She's my friend, Yoko," you continued, feeling a hint of irritation at her dismissive attitude towards one of the few people you really cared about.

SPLAT! A stream of blood ran down Wednesday's cheek, and Bianca smirked at her mischievously. "Got distracted, Wednesday?" she taunted.

Wednesday chose to ignore her and instead focus on her fencing technique.

Yoko's eyes wandered off, and she said, "Don't worry, there's always someone around there. You probably just didn't know." You were so engrossed in your conversation with your friend that you didn't notice she had been eyeing Enid.

"And who is that someone? Is it you, Yoko? Never!", you said, chuckling.

Yoko lightly punched your arm. "Rude!"

"Y/N! Go help Wednesday!" Coach Vlad called you out, causing you to snap out of your conversation. "What? Uh, right away!" You rushed over to her side and followed Wednesday into the infirmary.

Wednesday stood in the middle of the dimly lit infirmary, the sting of her wound pulsating with each heartbeat.

As if sensing her discomfort, someone entered the room. She sighed, expecting to see Coach Vlad, but instead, it was just you.

"Leave," Wednesday said flatly, refusing to turn around. She didn't need your pity, and your presence was only making her feel more vulnerable. "I don't need your help," Wednesday said, her voice laced with anger. "I can take care of myself."

You took another step towards Wednesday, the medical kit in your hand, your fingers trembling. "But Coach Vlad wanted me to help-"

She turned around to face you. "I don't care what Coach Vlad wants," Wednesday shot back, her voice rising. "I can handle my own wounds. I don't need you or anyone else."

You sighed, feeling a lump in your throat. "But I-"

"But nothing," Wednesday said, her voice cutting you off. She stepped toward you, so close that you could feel her breath on your skin. "I don't need your help. I don't need you."

You felt your heart sink into your stomach. You tried to say something, anything, but the words caught in your throat.

"Why do you care anyway?" Wednesday spat, her patience wearing thin.

"Because I am your friend," you immediately replied, clutching your fist.

"You're not," Wednesday said, her voice quiet but no less devastating. "You're just someone I sat next to in botany class. Someone I'm partnered with for a stupid project." She scoffed, as if the idea of your friendship was hilarious.

You felt yourself grow defensive, your fists clenching and unclenching. You want to hurt her just like she's hurting you right now.

The words flowed out of your mouth before you could even think about them, as if they were from a part of you that was tired of being dismissed and ignored. "I wish I hadn't met you.”

Wednesday's face crumpled for a second, as if she were taken aback by your sudden outburst.

Before she could respond, you spun on your heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you so hard that it shook the walls of the infirmary.

Comeback.

There she stood, frozen to the spot once again. The words she wants to say and the actions she wants to take are all but locked inside a prison she can't escape.

It's almost like a twisted game of freeze tag, where she is frozen in place while the clock ticks away, and the only thing she's able to do is watch.

—

"Are you okay?" Enid asks as she approaches you, and you let out a heavy sigh. She looks at you sympathetically, knowing that something must be wrong.

Despite wanting to lie, it's already obvious you're not. "I'm not," you replied, feeling a little awkward.

She pauses for a second, clearly debating whether or not to continue pressing the matter. In the end, she decides to drop it. "I know something that will put you in a better mood," she says with a small smile on her face.

"Oh, really? What is it?" you ask as you walk alongside her away from the infirmary.

"Yoko...refused to go out with me on a movie date," she admits, fidgeting with her hands. "I wanted to ask you out instead."

You pause mid-stride and cross your arms, a playful smirk forming on your face. "So, I'm your second choice, then?" you teased her, trying to lighten the mood.

"No! Not at all," Enid says immediately, and then she groans, realizing the impression the earlier statements may have given off. "I meant to ask you first, but Yoko asked who the ticket was for, and I lied and said it was for her, and she refused, which actually made me... happy that.. she refused," she explains, her tone turning sheepish.

You can't help but chuckle at her awkwardness, even as your own feelings of sadness and frustration creep up on you. "Well, in that case, I'll meet you outside the school."

Enid squeals with delight at your proposal and gives you a tight hug, which catches you off guard. "Really? I-" she starts, but before she can continue, she quickly removes her arms from around you and takes a step back, her mind racing as she tries to not make the situation even more awkward than it already is.

She realizes what she did, and her already red face turns even scarlet as she says, "I'm sorry... I'll meet you there. Bye!" With that, she waves you off and hurries away, leaving you to process what just happened while trying not to smile.

—

You waited outside the Nevermore School grounds, patiently scanning the horizon for any signs of movement. As the silence grew heavier, a faint sound of footsteps echoed towards you from beyond the gate.

"Y/N!" Enid exclaimed as she eagerly rushed to your side, her steps growing slightly unsteady. "Oh no, sorry, I'm a little bit... uh, it took me forever to find something to wear." Her voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"It's totally fine," you reassure. "You look gorgeous, as always."

You failed to notice how her cheeks became even redder. "Thank you! You're too kind."

You turned to resume your walk, and Enid easily fell into stride beside you. "So, where should we head to watch a movie? Last I checked, Jericho doesn't have a cinema.." you asked, glancing down at her.

"Don't worry, it's not a problem. We can head out to Burlington, it'll be fun!"

You frowned, a feeling of uneasiness rising inside you. "Out of town..?" you repeated, eyeing her warily. "Is that even allowed? It's dangerous out there."

"No one's gonna know, we'll be fine. Trust me!" Enid snorted, tossing her head back with a carefree chuckle.

"C'mon! We're going to have an adventure!" she added, taking your hand and dragging you along with her.

—

"Popcorn?" you ask her with a subtle smile as you stand in line at the counter. Enid takes a minute to think about her order, furrowing her brow. "Ummm..." she starts, and you think she's going to take forever to decide. "Can we get the cheese flavor?" You nod and order two large bags of popcorn.

You made your way to the theater entrance, showing your tickets to the attendant. Enid grabbed your arm and pulled you inside, pointing to the time on the board. "Hurry, we don't want to miss the start!" She laughs, not realizing she's causing you to drop a few pieces of popcorn on the floor.

You followed her, noting how she'd already eaten half of her popcorn, even though the movie hadn't even started yet.

Inside the theater, the darkness and coldness are a sharp contrast to the lively atmosphere. The only light is coming from the big screen up front and the theater is filled with people chatting and eating their snacks.

Enid spots your seats and eagerly guides you towards them, still chowing down on her popcorn. "This is one of my favorites!" she remarked, popping a piece into her mouth.

"I'm glad you like it," you said with a smile, taking a bite of yours. "But aren't you worried about getting your hands all greasy before the movie starts?"

She shrugged. "That's part of the fun! Nothing beats greasy popcorn and a good movie. And I can't wait to see what we're in for tonight." You noticed how she's already finished her popcorn and is now starting to munch on yours.

You chuckle and pull it away from the eager Enid, but not before letting her have another piece.

As the movie starts, you become transfixed by it, completely forgetting about Enid sitting on her side. However, as she laughs at the jokes with you and you catch her looking at you multiple times, you start to wonder what's up with her.

The movie reaches its romantic climax. You turn towards Enid, ready to say something witty, when you catch her staring at you again. Her eyes are shining, illuminated by the glow of the cinema lights.

You notice her gaze. She's already looking right at you, and she realizes she's been staring at you for who knows how long. Her cheeks heat up with blush, and she quickly turns around, hoping no one notices the intensity of her admiration.

But the damage is already done. She can feel her heart pounding furiously against her ribs.

"I-I think..." she stammers. "There's cheese on the side of your mouth," she said, trying to cover the redness on her face.

You placed your hand on the armrest and felt Enid's pinky finger brush against yours. It was as if there was a string attached to your finger, pulling you closer and closer to hers.

You're not sure what's happening, but you feel a warmth in your chest. You take a deep breath and gently interlace your fingers with hers, feeling the warmth of her touch.

You didn't quite understand it—this feeling that you had never felt before. But what you did know was that you were willing to let yourself fall, to let yourself be vulnerable, and to let yourself love.

—

"Wow, that was definitely an experience!" you say with a smirk as you walk out of the cinema.

"I know, right?" She nods in agreement, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she recalls the silly, romantic moments from the film you both watched. "It was kind of cheesy, but it was also..." Enid pauses for a second, searching for the right words.

"Cute," you finish for her with a smile. "Exactly," Enid says, nodding enthusiastically.

Once you reach the street, Enid stops suddenly, turning to face you. She looks into your eyes as if she’s trying to communicate something to you. You have no idea what she could possibly be thinking.

“That… was amazing." You nod in agreement, feeling grateful for the experience you just shared. “Let’s do it again sometime,” you say, your tone earnest.

Enid's cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and she looks down for a moment before meeting your gaze once again. "Yeah," she says, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips

"Let's go buy something." She points to the jewelry store across the street.

You walk inside the shop and find a plethora of colorful bracelets and other accessories.

"Wow, it’s so beautiful!” Enid exclaims, looking around in wonder. “I’ll just get something for me real quick,” she says, waving her hand dismissively as she heads off to the back of the store.

You’re left standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by a flurry of bracelets and other accessories.

After a few minutes, Enid turns to you with a frustrated expression on her face. "I can't find what's right for me," she says, looking around intently.

You take the initiative and start searching for something suitable. As you wander around, you stumble upon a pastel-colored bracelet with subtle beads. You grab it and hold it up to the light. The colors shimmer in the golden glare.

"This is more you," you say, looking Enid straight in the eyes. She moves her wrist closer, and you slip the bracelet on.

"See? It suits you!" you say, checking the bracelet on Enid’s wrist. "Yeah, it does, thank you." But that’s not all, Enid seems to have something up her sleeve as she continues,

"Oh, I also have one for you!" and hands it to you. The bracelet is the color of your favorite, and you can’t help but smile at the thought. "Wow, it’s so cute!" you say, checking out the bracelet on your wrist.

—

Enid lay down on her bed, clutching the bracelet to her chest. "It's so perfect!" she gushed, showing Wednesday her wrist.

Wednesday raises an eyebrow and looks at Enid with disgust. "Oh, great, Y/N's been filling your head with her nonsense."

"It's not nonsense!" She protests indignantly, her voice getting louder by the second. "Y/N and I went out and saw this jewelry shop, and she picked this up for me."

"and we went on to watch a movie.. and, oh, we held hands!" Enid suddenly blurted out, lying down on her bed with her bracelet in hand, like it was her lifeline.

Wednesday's typewriter stopped mid-sentence, and she turned to look at Enid, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, 'we held hands'? What are you talking about, Enid?"

"I mean Y/N and I! Like this!" She clasped her hands together, showing Wednesday how. "It's so, so amazing, I don't know what to say!"

Wednesday stares at her blankly before turning back to her typewriter.

Her fingers hit the keys so hard that it sounded like she was bashing the machine, but still, she typed with such intensity that it seemed as though she was releasing all of her emotions onto the page.

She felt a burning sensation in her chest that she had never experienced before.

The typewriter groans beneath the force of her typing.

As Wednesday entered the gates of Nevermore Academy, she swore she would never lose herself to love like the rest of her weak-minded peers.

The mere thought of allowing her emotions to make decisions for her felt disgusting, and she promised herself she would not fall into the same trap as everyone else.

She was the only one in control of her own destiny, and she was determined to keep it that way.

But, of course, things rarely go according to plan.

Why did her heart race at the thought of you? Why did Enid's stories of your date make her blood boil with jealousy? Why did the idea of you with someone else feel like a knife to her heart?

Her friend, Enid, just couldn't stop herself from talking about her recent date with you.

Her constant chatter was like a knife being driven into Wednesday’s heart, a knife that slowly but surely started to tear it apart. Enid's words were like poison, poisoning her mind and making her feel a strange pain in her chest.

It was like she was being physically stabbed with a thousand knives, each one causing her pain that was so great that she couldn't even bear it.

This insufferable feeling threatened to tear her chest open.

She kept typing furiously on her typewriter, the buttons clacking against her fingers with each frantic stroke. She typed and typed, writing and rewriting, trying to capture the emotions that were running wild in her head.

The sound of the keys clicking away like the tapping of a reaper's scythe, the sound of death itself, drowns out Enid's endless chatter about her date with you.

She finally stood up and threw her pile of papers at the wall.

"What's wrong?" Enid asked, trying not to laugh.

"You're what's wrong," Wednesday snarled back. "You and your stupid dating story." She turned back to her typewriter, determined to put her feelings into words, even if it killed her.

How could she, Wednesday Addams, feel such a pathetic emotion? It was a mystery to her, one she feared she would never solve.

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