#enid tickle

[blushyeleven]

tickletober - DAY 28

spooked

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summary: enid watches a horror film by herself and gets scared, she calls Wednesday back in the dorm and Wednesday tries to distract her

characters: lee!enid, ler!wednesday

warnings: tickles, poorly written and very short😭

𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

that night in their cozy, dark dorm room, enid found herself completely alone. halloween was just around the corner, and she’d decided to get into the spirit by putting on a classic horror movie. she bundled herself in blankets, already a little nervous but excited too.

half an hour in, though, her bravery started to waver. the shadows in the room seemed to stretch further, and every creak of the old dorm felt just a little too loud. she pulled the blankets up to her chin, eyes glued to the screen, trying to convince herself it was all just pretend.

but then came a jump scare that was too much. she yelped and grabbed her phone, hurriedly texting wednesday to see if she was nearby.

wednesday, who had been studying late in the library, was unimpressed when she got the message. still, she sighed and made her way back to their room.

when she stepped inside, she found enid wide-eyed and huddled under her covers, clutching a pillow like her life depended on it.

“seriously sinclair?” wednesday asked, raising an eyebrow as she closed the door.

“you don’t understand!” enid replied, her voice a little shaky. “there’s something extra creepy about watching a horror movie alone on a night like this.”

wednesday’s eyes rolled as a sigh left her mouth, as she sat on the edge of enid’s bed. “you know, it’s only a movie. the killer isn’t hiding in your closet.”

“i know, but it feels so real,” enid mumbled, still hugging her pillow tightly. “can you stay before going back to the library? just for a little bit?”

after a few seconds of silence, wednesday nodded. “fine,” she said, her tone as flat as always. but seeing enid still curled up and nervous gave her pause. she wasn’t used to comforting people, and for a second, she looked almost puzzled. then an idea struck her.

“perhaps you need a distraction,” she said, almost thoughtfully. “what do you mean?” enid asked, glancing at her.

“this” wednesday replied, suddenly poking her fingers into enid’s side.

the unexpected touch made enid yelp and squirm, a burst of laughter escaping before she even knew what was happening. “w-wednesday! what are you-”

but wednesday just kept poking her fingers into enid’s sides, her expression unreadable, but clearly intent on her mission. “you said you were scared. i’m giving you something else to think about.”

enid’s giggles grew louder as wednesday’s fingers found all her most sensitive spots. “ah!! nohohoho nohot thehehere!!” she protested, but her laughter was so genuine it was contagious. it was clear she wasn’t exactly trying to get away.

wednesday continued without mercy, pressing her fingers just above enid’s ribs, then around her waist, even near her neck, watching as enid dissolved into fits of laughter, squirming and trying to curl up to protect herself. “please!” enid squealed between giggles. “stop! i can’t take it!”

“then maybe you’ll be brave enough to watch the movie alone next time” wednesday said, though her voice held a hint of amusement.

enid, finally gasping for air and with tears of laughter in her eyes, looked up at wednesday, a grin spreading across her face. “you’re the worst” she managed, still giggling.

“and yet, you’re smiling” wednesday replied, her own expression softening just slightly.

they sat together after that, the horror movie now forgotten. instead, they filled the room with laughter and little pokes and prods, leaving both of them smiling long after the scares had faded away.

[lopsicle]

Okay, so I finished Wednesday like 3 days ago and I’ve really been wanting to write a fic since, so let me know if this is any good!

Pairing: Enid x Wednesday (implies romantic, but not together yet)

Warnings: Tickle fic, mentions of death

Words: 2,300.

Overworked

No one particularly liked working hard, mainly due to how tired it could make you, or the task itself, but some still saw it as a necessary evil and would push themselves to their limits to get whatever it is finished. In our case, Wednesday Addams is hunched over her table, each exhale letting clouds of cold smoke exit her freezing lips. It was in the middle of winter, and if she was being honest, which she wouldn’t be, she was experiencing a burn out with her writing. However, she didn’t want to talk about with anyone, or make Enid think she was growing lazy, so the girl continued, no matter how small or meaningless the idea. Her hands were practically frosted over and each tap at her typewriter was a slow, awkward movement. Her teeth gritted in frustration each time her mind went blank, or when she simply couldn’t figure out how to continue her novel.

The girl continued like this for the better part of an hour, before she heard the door suddenly open. The girl’s fingers curled in as Enid merrily barged into the shared dorm. Living with the girl was like a rollercoaster for Wednesday. Enid had her upsides and her downsides, but much like a rollercoaster, it seems confusing as to why you’d like it. She was a polar opposite to the gothic girl, yet as Enid said, they worked, even if they didn’t know why. ‘Wednesday! You will never believe what me and Yoko did, I haven’t had time to write about it on my- are you alright?’ She asked, taking a few cautious steps towards her. The two girls were very observant of each other’s habits, and this definitely wasn’t how Wednesday wrote, her fingers were stiff and her movements had much less energy then usual. It was another mystery to Wednesday on why Enid cared this much about her, but after a while, she learned to accept it, even if she found it aggravating at times. She let out another breath of cold air, which just made Enid more concerned. ‘Yes,’ Wednesday replied. Okay, something was wrong. Her voice was quieter then usual, almost drained, and normally she’d have some kind of remark to make it against Enid, but this time it was just nothing. A lie. Enid walked towards the girl, and reclusively, Wednesday turned her body back to the typewriter, not facing the girl. The werewolf leaned down next to her, and placed her hand on Wednesday’s, causing the girl to let out a sharp exhale and tug her hand away. Enid nearly recoiled just from feeling the icicle that was Wednesday’s hand. ‘Jesus Christ, you’re absolutely freezing! How long have you been sitting there for?’ She asked, as Wednesday finally turned to with a look of irritation. She took her time pulling her paper out from the typewriter and sealing it in her box before giving the girl a response. ‘An hour,’ she said flatly, still too deflated to even shoot a remark at Enid for touching her. ‘An hour?!’ The colourful girl’s eyes widened and she shook her head. ‘No, no, you couldn’t of been sitting there for an hour!’ Enid said incredulously, she knew the girl lacked self preservation, I mean, she practically threw herself at danger at any opportunity, but this seemed stupid, even for Wednesday.

‘You have eyes, don’t you?’ Wednesday shot back at her, which Enid for the most part ignored. ‘You’re going to your bed right now,’ Enid said sternly, standing right behind the girl. Wednesday didn’t even bother looking back at her as she said ‘I’m not a child.’ Enid huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. ‘Well, your certainly acting like one, you’ve been here far too long, you’re feel like ice!’ Wednesday’s finger slowed over the typewriter. She couldn’t focus like this, not when Enid was caring about her, all she could focus on was her denial to let the girl help her, and she hated it. ‘I’m not acting like a child, you’re acting overbearing. I’m behind on my novel, I have to keep doing this,’ she explained, trying to keep a calm tone to not upset Enid further. The girl behind her fell silent, to which Wednesday assumed would be the end of their mini argument. But in reality, Enid wasn’t going to back down that easily, not at all. Wednesday had taken her attention away from the werewolf, which gave her some time to think about what she should do. Sure, she could pick Wednesday up and carry her to her bed, but the gothic one would definitely get disgruntled at that. There was the option of just giving her a blanket while she was on the chair, but Enid thought that would be too simply, especially since Wednesday had proven to be difficult right now. Though, there was one option that lingered in her mind. Wednesday’s arms were stretched in front of her as her digits tapped against the typewriter in an agonisingly slow fashion, and Enid’s eyes were drew to the girls side. Sure, it may seem uncharacteristic for Wednesday Addams of all people to be tickling, but it was worth a shot to at least try. She stretched out her index finger and took a long, colourful now before swiping it down Wednesday’s side. The girl practically recoiled away in surprise, nearly falling off her chair but she caught herself in the desk with her left arm. She flipped her head around to this her dorm mate with gritted teeth, ready to tear into her for even trying that, but the smirk the other girl was wearing completely tore away her confidence to that. ‘Don’t,’ Wednesday ordered firmly, wrapping her left arm around her stomach and holding out her right in Enid’s direction to be ready to try and stop the girl if she advanced. ‘Don’t what?’ Enid asked with the sweetest, oblivious smile as she took another step closer to the goth, causing her to lower herself in her chair and curl her knees to her chest. ‘You know what,’ she stated, her tone having the slightest hint of desperation in it, but that wasn’t gonna save her. ‘I don’t know, could you remind me?’ She asked, suddenly snatching Wednesday’s right wrist and holding her arm above her head. Normally, Wednesday would be able to fight the girl off, but that’s on a good day, not a sleep deprived, freezing day. The girl tightly pressed her lips shut, and covering her mouth already with her left hand. ‘Now, let’s see here..’ Enid’s fingers wrapped around Wednesday’s sides before she started rapidly squeezing against them, causing the cold girl to bounce with each touch from the werewolf’s hands. ‘Hm, you’re already getting really squirmy, someone must be very ticklish, that’s so fun!’ Enid smiled down warmly at the girl, who despite her current mannerisms, was still wearing a neutral expression.

Wednesday had been tickled before, so she learned how to control herself in the situation, however Enid was probing rather difficult for her. Wednesday didn’t mind the tickles at all, she was favourable to them, but she’d die before she’d admit that. I mean, with her other interests like death, and torture, you’d think admitting that she likes tickling would be easy enough, but it seemed far too off-brand and childish for her, she couldn’t allow herself to. That’s why Enid’s teasing was making it even harder for her not to crack and let out the giggles blocked up in her throat. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll stop at any time!’ Enid said thoughtfully, as her hands made its way around to Wednesday’s stomach. ‘As long as you take a break and get yourself warm, I mean, even your tummy is freezing!’ She exclaimed, scribbling her long painted nails around Wednesday’s stomach, sending sharp ticklish shocks all throughout the girl’s torso. Wednesday pressed her arms further against her face, not wanting let a single reaction slip as she buckled slightly at the devilish touch of her friend’s nails. Her head shook slightly in response to Enid’s statement, half because she still wanted to continue her writing, and half because she didn’t want it to end just yet. She bit down on the inside of her cheek as some laughter nearly threatened to spill, but kept herself composed nonetheless. ‘Fine, have it your way!’ Enid said, but her tone was only half serious, mainly because she was still concerned for Wednesday, but knew the girl wouldn’t listen to her normally. Her scribbling got even faster, with one hand clawing at the girl’s stomach and her other randomly scratching along with her nails. The nail on her pinkie finger even slipped into the girl’s belly button and started swirling against it in circles,vans finally, all the tickling attention caught up to the girl and she couldn’t contain herself anymore.

‘Kihihihihihihi!’ Wednesday’s legs kicked back and forth halfheartedly as a barrage of soft snickers exited her mouth. Her expression miraculously remained neutral, but her lips were curling at the end of her mouth. Enid’s heart melted at the sight of the squirming girl beneath her. ‘Aw, you have such adorable laughter! You should really start laughing more!’ She encouraged, but she knew it would be fruitless; Wednesday would hardly open up like that. However, the teasing was making this all the more torturous for Wednesday, slowly breaking down at her composure. The worst was yet to come for the girl as Enid’s nails trailed a bit further up and her nails were just barely tracing at her bottom rib. This tipped Wednesday over the edge, she held her hand tightly against her mouth and began twisting her body around in the chair, flailing her legs around as she tried to use her free arm to bat at Enid’s hands. ‘Aw, what’s wrong, did I find a bad spot?’ She cooed, letting her fingers wiggle and pinch against the girl’s ribs, which made her jolt and squirm around, her arms randomly flailing around as laughter carelessly poured out of her mouth. ‘Ah! E-e ihahahd! Stahahahp!’ The girl could only muster out a couple of words between her laughter, which Enid chuckled out. Enid slowly pulled away her fingers from the goth. ‘Hm, I could,’ and in an instant, she jabbed them all back against her ribs, letting them wriggle around and scratch against the sensitive spot. ‘But you have been difficult lately!’

Wednesday utterly exploded into loud, awkward laughter. ‘Ahahahaha my gahahahahad, fihahaahahne, I’ll tahahahahake a breahahahahak!’ She conceded, still flustered she was bested of tickling of all things. Enid slowly pulled her hands away, giving her ribs one last pinch which made the girl jump. Wednesday leaned back in her wooden chair, taking in deep breaths through her nose as she settled down tiredly. All the squirming had only warmed the girl up a bit, but she was still extremely cold. Enid smiled softly at the sight, proud of her new discovery. ‘Thanks for your cooperation.’ She decided that Wednesday looked tired enough and slowly, almost cautiously picked her up but Wednesday accepted the touch and even wrapped her arms around the colourful girl’s neck to make it easier for her to be carried. She pulled back the pitch black covers of the girl’s bed and placed her against the mattress, which she nearly melted into. Enid leaned down next to the bed. ‘How are you feeling?’ She asked compassionately. ‘Drained,’ Wednesday replied, but she wanted to say more. So much more. I mean, this could be her one opportunity to final receive any form of tickling, she wanted to take it so badly. And this was Enid she was talking about, the girl was so trustworthy and had accepted Wednesday’s other morbid interests, she’d be sure to accept a softer one, right?

‘I didn’t mind that..’ she muttered, barely audible but Enid picked it up with a teasing smirk. ‘Mind what?’ She asked, which caused Wednesday to subtly curl up a bit. ‘What you just did,’ she responded, her throat tightening a bit as the words left her mouth, unable to take them back. Enid raised an eyebrow at this and examined the exhausted girl again. She wasn’t messing with her, that was for sure, and she liked the tickling? Enid’s face took a second to process before breaking out in a wide smile, thinking of a careful response before saying ‘That’s okay! I think I liked it too!’ She offered, and Wednesday let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. ‘Maybe we could do it again sometime!’ Enid offered again, presenting it as just a possibility as she didn’t want to overstep. Wednesday pondered in silence for a moment, before finally saying ‘Just don’t tell anyone or I’ll rip out your tongue.’ She warned her, which caused Enid to giggle. ‘Of course! Our secret!’ Wednesday covered her mouth and let out a small yawn, her eyes blinking slowly and it looked like the girl was on the verge of passing out. ‘Okay, I’ll leave you to sleep now, night Wednesday!’ She turned to leave, but she felt a small, gentle pinch on the back of her trouser leg, behind her knee. She turned to see Wednesday’s arm stretched out to her, and she mumbled a small ‘stay here..’. Enid’s heart fluttered at the sight as she gave the girl a nod, seemingly loosing her ability to speak as she crawled into the bed next to her. Neither of the girls were that experienced with physical contact, so Wednesday leaned the side of her head on the girl’s lap as Enid pulled the covers of her, and the girl was finally starting to feel warm as her stressed expression was replaced with a peaceful one.

[44556678]

When Wednesday tickles Enid

Wednesday once tickled Enid at the park and she couldn't stop laughing. It was so much fun.

Later

Wednesday once tickled Enid on a walk and she was so embarrassed. But she just laughed harder and couldn't stop.

Later

Wednesday once tickled Enid at the zoo and she laughed so hard she fell down. But she just got up and kept laughing.

Later

And Enid went back to the zoo and she wanted to play with the animals.

Later

Wednesday once tickled Enid in there dorm and she was so embarrassed. But she kept laughing harder and couldn't stop. And Enid started to cry because she was so happy. Enid had been so happy when Wednesday tickled her.

[craftygalaxyspyfrog]

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

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

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

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

Oh, sweet sweet revenge.

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

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

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

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

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

"AAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

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

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

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

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

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

"You take that back!"

"Nohohohoho!"

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

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

"No! Wehednesday, don't."

But when has Wednesday ever listened to orders?

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

"NAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHA! WEHEHEHE!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[xmidnightfire]

Querida

It was after Botany class, when Yoko and Divina were making their way out of the classroom, that they overheard parts of a quiet conversation going on between their favorite pair of Outcasts. Just as they were about to step out of earshot, did they hear the small Seer slip out the affectionate term, with a tone so soft they could hardly believe their ears.

Smirking, Yoko leaned in to whisper to the Sirens ear: Or more like Queerida

Making Divina clamp down on her sudden need to laugh so hard that it resulted in a loud snort instead, earning a curious look from the Werewolf and a scowl from Wednesday.

The following weekend Yoko bursts into Enid and Wednesday's dorm, seeking out the Wolf for their weekly Girl's Night, while the goth is indulging in her writing hour and the blonde is applying the finishing touches to her makeup in the bathroom.

Yoko: ENID! Queerida!! You ready to go??

The sound of a violent keystroke reverberates into the room as Wednesday whips her head around, directing a thousand yard glare at the Vampire, as Enid's musical laughter and desperate gasps for air can be heard from the adjacent room.

Yoko is then chased out of the dorm by a series of throwing knives, cackling maniacally.

[z-1-wolfe]

personally i find this hilarious

[dontknowmanijustworkhere]

From Pain to Laughter

Summary: Wednesday is in pain after fencing so Enid offers to give her a massage and discovers that her roommate is pretty ticklish

“Are you still in pain?” Enid asked. 

Wednesday had hurt her back during fencing, but absolutely refused to see the nurse or let anyone know. Enid wouldn’t have known if Thing hadn’t tipped her off, much to her roomie’s disgruntlement. 

“Yes,” Wednesday grumbled, half her face buried in her pillow. 

“Wens, you should really see the nurse-” 

“No.” 

“But-” Enid was cut off. 

“I don’t need to. I’m fine.” 

Enid squawked in disagreement. “You’re totally not! You never lay down except for bed and you haven’t used your typewriter all day . Is this about Bianca?” 

Wednesday didn’t want Coach Vlad to find out because then, inevitably, Bianca would too and she could simply not handle the humiliation of the siren finding out about a weak spot. 

“You’re in pain,” Enid tried again when Wednesday didn’t say anything. “You should at least get some pills for it.” 

“No.” 

Enid groaned. Why did Wednesday have to be so stubborn? 

She thought back to when her brother got hurt playing football with the rest of their cousins during a family reunion. He’d gone to get a massage because his upper back hurt that much. Maybe that would work for Wednesday too. Except she didn’t let anyone touch her. 

But maybe -

“Can I give you a massage?” The question must have surprised Wednesday. She didn’t immediately refuse. 

“What did you just ask me?” 

“Can I give you a massage?” Enid repeated herself slowly, now wondering if this was a bad idea. “It'll make you feel better. My brother got one and it helped him.” 

“And you believe I will allow you to do the same to me?”

Enid shrugged, despite her roommate not being able to see it. “I’m just trying to help, Wednesday.”

“I don’t need your help.” 

Enid pouted. “Please? I really think it’ll help and you should do something if you won’t go see the nurse.” 

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “If you insist then fine . But I don’t think it will do anything.” 

Enid smiled victoriously. She climbed on the bed, pausing when she realized she was going to have to straddle her in order to be stabilized. “Don’t get mad,” she warned and Wednesday scoffed at her for this. “But I gotta...” She trailed off, sitting on the back of her thighs but keeping it light incase Wednesday reacted badly. 

“ Enid .” 

“Sorry,” Enid said quickly. “But I can’t get you as well from the side.” 

The goth girl growled. “You are lucky I am allowing this.” 

“Lucky? This is for you .” 

“Get on with it,” Wednesday ordered, ignoring that last remark. 

Enid glanced over at Thing, who was on the other side of Wednesday’s bed. “She’s so bossy today.” 

Thing agreed. 

“Is it okay to go under your shirt?” Enid asked, not wanting to just assume. 

“If you must.” 

Enid started off near her waist, digging her fingers into the skin. Slowly, she worked her way up and then went back down. To tell the truth, it was her first time doing it so she wasn’t really sure if she was doing it right but it didn’t seem that hard. And Wednesday wasn’t complaining or stopping her so it must have meant something . 

At least, she thought until she felt Wednesday jerk underneath her. 

“What’s wrong?” Enid frowned in concern. 

“Nothing...” 

“Okay,” Enid didn’t believe her but continued on, keeping her movements slow and her gaze on Wednesday in concentration. 

Wednesday had to have been lying to her. The longer this lasted, the more she seemed to...squirm? 

“What the-” Enid’s brain caught up to her a minute later. She grinned in delight. “Are you ticklish, Wednesday?” 

“No,” her voice was muffled by the sheets. 

“Wednesday, you totally are!” 

“Do what you intended to and stop talking!” Her roommate sounded embarrassed. 

Oh, that was how she was gonna be, huh? Enid did as she was told, for like a minute. 

Then she let her hands slide down closer to where the goth girl’s stomach was, lightly tickling her there. She was encouraged by the snort she heard from Wednesday to keep going, skittering her fingers back up to where her ribs were, repeating this motion a few times. 

“Ehnidid!” 

“Yes?” Enid said innocently, biting her cheek to keep from giggling herself. 

“Sthapahp!” Wednesday was effectively pinned down and could not flop to get away. 

“Aw, but you need this, Wens! Look at you, someone’s got the giggles,” Enid teased. 

“I’m nhohoot!” 

“You’re not?” Enid tested this, letting her nails scratch up and down her sides a couple of times. She was victorious when Wednesday actually squealed . 

“Sthohop!” 

Enid switched spots, getting both of her armpits at the same time. Wednesday’s laughter got louder and she tried to clamp her arms down to stop it but that only trapped Enid’s there, doing nothing to get them away. 

“Sorry, Wens, but the tickle monster’s got youuu!” Enid snickered at seeing her normally stoic roommate giggling her head off. 

A few noises escaped Wednesday. She was trying to keep her mouth shut so no more laughter would spill out. Hempf . Well, that couldn’t happen. 

“Thing, help me!” Enid called. 

The disembodied hand was there in a flash, crawling up Wednesday’s side and up through her shirt like a spider. Her roommate’s laughter was belting out again, louder now that she was getting tickled in two places. 

Wednesday tried to move, squirming wildly to get away but Enid’s weight on the back of her prevented this. She was rendered helpless, forced to endure the tickling. 

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish!” Enid exclaimed. This would totally be some great payback whenever Wednesday got too mouthy with her. 

“Ghehet off!” Wednesday cried through her laughter. 

“Nope!” Enid declared. Wednesday moved her arms up to get away from her nails, just enough to give the blonde access to the entirety of her underarms. The Addams girl shrieked. Face pressed into her mattress, she laughed into it, no longer trying to resist. 

Enid wouldn’t keep this up forever. She did let up after another minute or so. Thing stopped too, scuttling back to the end of the bed. 

Her roommate laid there, panting. 

“Did that help?” Enid asked cheerfully. 

Wednesday turned over, shooting them dark looks. “ Never tickle me again.” 

Enid couldn’t help but smirk. She was totally gonna do it again. 

[bambinella]

Casual Wednesday Night

A/N: I FINALLY finished this one, took me way too long but I’m happy with it! And let’s be honest, we need more Wednesday and Enid around here! Enjoy!

Warning: none, just fluff

Word Count: 2581

Wednesday opened the door to her shared room with a little more force than required, making the wood slam against the stone and making her roommate, Enid, look up with a yelp. Although Enid had grown accustomed to the many moods of Wednesday, sometimes they still surprised her. Wednesday didn’t say a word as she slammed the door shut again, making her way towards Enid’s disgustingly pink bed. She stared at it for a moment, considering her options, before flopping down face-first onto soft covers. Enid, who had been scrolling on her phone, looked up briefly before continuing scrolling with a giggle.

“What poor, unfortunate soul do you want to murder today?” She asked. Wednesday let out a muffled grumble as a response.

“Xavier keeps asking me to pose for a painting. That’s the third time he asked in two weeks, and it takes a lot of effort to keep avoiding him. We all know he can paint perfectly fine from just his dreams, as weird as that sounds,” She huffed, sitting up straight. “So that means he’s just trying to get me to hang out with him. Why would he possibly do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe he’s actually in love with you or something,” Enid chuckled, earning a deadly glare from her roommate. As ridiculous as that sounded, she knew that Enid had a point. Xavier was stupid enough to fall in love with her, despite all the numerous death threats warnings she had given him.

“And since I have the Principal's eyes on me with the whole ‘Hyde’ situation, I can’t just murder him and get on with life. No! I have to be nice to him, I can’t even torture him now,” Wednesday grumbled under her breath, letting out a dramatic sigh, which earned another giggle from Enid. The blonde was used to those statements by now.

“Why don’t you just tell him no, instead of avoiding him?” Enid asked, finally putting her phone to the side to fully pay attention to her friend. Wednesday didn’t look at her as she shrugged.

“Boys are stupid, he simply wouldn’t understand, so there’s no point in me trying to explain it to him.” She said, laying down on her back this time. It wasn’t a complete lie, she had seen her fair share of boys being stupid. She just didn’t want to see Xavier. After coming to Nevermore, Wednesday had realized that her black heart was not as black as she had originally thought, especially after meeting Enid. For a reason she couldn’t exactly put her finger on, she had allowed Enid into her life, and the blonde had added colors to her existence. While Wednesday usually enjoyed pain and suffering, this was a torture she hadn’t been prepared for. However, slowly but surely she had gotten used to having Enid around her, and now she was at the point where she actually enjoyed the blonde’s presence. She’d never admit that out loud, of course, and while she had accepted Enid, she didn’t feel the need to accept anyone else like that. Xavier be damned.

“I guess I’ll have to stay in this room for the rest of my days,” Wednesday said with another dramatic sigh, causing Enid to playfully roll her eyes.

“Well at least you get to stay in this room with your favorite person in the whole world!” The blonde declared with a giggle, earning another glare from her dark haired friend.

“Don’t push it, Sinclair,” She muttered, yet there was no bite in her words. She had to admit that staying here, with Enid, was the lesser evil of the two compared to seeing Xavier. Even if the bed she was staying on was ridiculously soft and pink.

“Aw come on, we both know it’s the truth,” Enid giggled as she shuffled closer to Wednesday, who now refused to look at her. Instead, she was staring at the ceiling. “After all, we’re BFF’s!” Wednesday gagged at that, earning an eye-roll from Enid.

“I’d rather eat a piece of glass before I say that out loud.” She said with a deadpan stare. 

“Oh now you’re just being dramatic! We both know it’s the truth,” Enid said with a grin as she sat next to her on the bed, deciding to push it despite the warning she had gotten earlier. “Just admit it, Wednesday!”

“Enid–” Wednesday started, thinking about the possibilities to threaten the werewolf with. All of that, however, was interrupted when said werewolf started poking her side to further persuade her. A sharp gasp left her lips as she sat up, and her hand immediately grabbed Enid’s wrist. Any other person would have gotten a broken hand - and possibly arm - for even thinking about touching her. Enid stared at her, eyebrows raised as she took in the reaction and the gentle yet firm grip. She had been raised by her older brothers, so it took only a second to realize what was going on. A mischievous grin slowly spread on her face, sending a shiver down Wednesday’s spine.

“Oh? Are you ticklish Wednesday?” The blonde asked, keeping a close eye on her friend. Wednesday stared at the blonde, considering her options. She could lie, yet she had a feeling Enid would be able to tell. She could threaten her, but Enid probably knew by now that Wednesday wouldn’t actually hurt her. Still, definitely worth a shot.

“Enid, the last person who tried to tickle me lost a finger. I wouldn’t if I were you.” Wednesday said in the most threatening voice she could muster, trying hard to ignore the weird, bubbly feeling in her stomach. Whenever her parents tried to tickle her, she absolutely despised it, and when her brother tried to tickle her she’d bury him alive for a few hours. She had hated tickling for as long as she could remember. So why didn’t she feel the same hate towards it now? Enid only grinned wider at her.

“Oh really?” She asked with a wide grin, turning into the predator she really was. Wednesday could tell that her threat didn’t work, and that Enid was up to no good, yet before she could escape Enid had already pounced.

“Enid! Get off of- ahAH! Ahahaha! I’ll kihihill you!” Wednesday tried really hard to hold back her laughter, but simply couldn’t as Enid shook her hands into her ribs. The blonde had straddled her waist, making it impossible to roll away. “Oh. My. God! Wednesday, you need to laugh more, your smile is so cute!” Enid cooed, making her blush hard and wish she could die then and there to escape from the embarrassing display. Wednesday pushed as hard as she could against Enid’s arms, yet she was no match for the werewolf’s strength. The blonde giggled at the attempt and started kneading her sides, earning a loud cackle from her friend.

“Nohohohohoo! S-stohohop tihihihickling meehehehehe!” She tried to curl up into a ball to protect her own sides, yet Enid’s hands always managed to slip past her defenses. 

“Okay! Just admit that we are BFF’s, and I’ll stop tickling you!” Enid said happily while clawing at her stomach. Enid’s claws were no joke, Wednesday realized, as they tickled more than anything she had ever experienced.

“Whahahahat?! Noohohoho! Nehehehehhever! Ehehenid staahahahahap!” She tried to give Enid a threatening glare, yet it was automatically defused by her giggles. Admitting that out loud? There was no way she’d admit that Enid was right! 

“Never, you say? Well it looks like I’m not tickling you enough, then!” Enid declared with the most mischievous grin Wednesday had ever seen. Without a moment of hesitation, she shoved her hands into Wednesday’s underarms, earling a loud shriek from the girl as she started wiggling her fingers. “No! NO! NOHOHOHOHO! OHOHOHO STOHOHOHOP!” Wednesday wanted to murder herself for laughing out loud like that, yet she couldn’t help herself. It really, really tickled. She kicked her legs and slammed her arms to her sides in a futile attempt to stop Enid. 

“You know how to make it stop, Wednesday,” Enid sang teasingly, completely unbothered by her arms. She kept wiggling her nails into her underarms, laughing along with the usually stoic girl. Wednesday cursed herself for getting into this situation. There was no way she was going to say it out loud, and Enid wouldn’t stop until she did. Was this her end? Was Wednesday Addams going to be tickled to death?

“Ehehehenid! Enid stohohohohop ihihit! I’ll gehehehet yoHOHOU!” Wednesday shrieked, rolling side to side on the bed. Oh she was going to kill Enid, if she didn’t die herself. Enid merely chuckled at her.

“Sure you will! But until then, I’ll just– h-hey! Hehehehey nohohoho! Stohohoop!” Enid suddenly stopped tickling as she burst into loud giggles herself. Confused, Wednesday looked up to see what was happening, and couldn’t help but smirk a little while catching her breath. Thing had entered the room without either of them noticing, and was crawling up Enid’s torso while squeezing up and down at her side. Taking advantage of the situation, Wednesday wrestled Enid down until they had switched positions, straddling the young werewolf.

“Thihihihing! Why?” Enid giggled as the hand let go of her side to hop on top of her stomach, shrugging as he ceased his tickle attack. “What do you mean, because ‘you felt like it’?!”

“Took you long enough,” Wednesday said, yet smirked at Thing. “Now could you be so kind as to hold her arms up?” She said while cracking her fingers. The hand did his interpretation of a nod and used his surprising amount of strength to pin one of Enid’s arms over her head.

“Thing! You traitor!” Enid playfully cried out as she tugged at her arm, before looking at Wednesday with a nervous expression. “W-Wednesday! We can talk about this, right? Let’s talk about this!” She said. Wednesday looked at her for a moment, a smirk forming on her lips.

“No.” She said, dooming Enid to death by tickles as well. She jerked up her pink, fluffy sweater and started tickling her stomach, ironically earning a bark of laughter from the blonde. While Wednesday had at least tried to hold back her laughter, Enid seemed to let it out a lot easier. Having older brothers meant getting tickled to pieces on many occasions, so Enid was way more familiar with the topic than Wednesday, and didn’t seem to mind. She, however, was also very ticklish, and was now having a taste of her own medicine.

“Noooohohohohohoho!! Ohohoho it tihihihihickles!!” Enid howled, earning an eye-roll and a tiny smile from Wednesday. Enid looked adorable, as usual. She scribbled her black painted nails all over Enid’s belly, her smile growing wider as the blonde started kicking her legs.

“Of course it tickles, that’s the whole point of me tickling you,” Wednesday said matter of factly, as if she wasn’t sending Enid into a hysterical giggle-fit. She wiggled one finger into her bellybutton, earning another howl of laughter. “NOOOohohohoho!! Ohohohoho stohohohohahp!” Enid cackled loudly, using her free hand to cover her stomach. Wednesday tsked and pinned it to the bed with one of her own, before continuing her assault on her bellybutton.

“The more you squirm, the more I will punish you. Usually I’d hang someone upside down by their ankles in the dungeon for tickling me, after cutting their fingers off, but…” Wednesday said, yet didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to, as Enid knew her well enough by now. Wednesday would never hurt her. Usually Enid would gush over such a statement, and probably attempt to hug her friend, but for now escaping from being tickled to death by Wednesday and Thing was a priority. 

“Ihihi cahahaHAHAn’t hehehehelp ihihit! It tihihickles SOHOHO BAHAHAhahad!!” She laughed while arching her back, her nose curled up as she got a wide, toothy smile on her face. Once again Wednesday felt that bubbly sensation in her stomach while looking at Enid. She was… having fun. Tickling Enid was fun, and her laughter was very contagious, so it cost her all her willpower not to laugh along with her.

“Still not listening, huh? Let’s amp it up a bit,” Wednesday said, letting go of Enid’s arm to shake both hands into her ribs. “Thing, go get her feet!” She added. Enid gasped as the hand let go of her wrist and made a grab for him, her eyes wide open. “Thing no! Don’t you daaahahahahare! Wednesdahahahahahay! Eehehehehee stohohop!” Her reaching arm immediately pulled back to curl in on herself when Wednesday touched her ribs, her legs kicking wildly to try and stop Thing from grabbing her ankle. Unfortunately for her, Thing managed to grab a hold of her foot, using his thumb to scratch against the bottom of her foot. The blonde completely lost it and let out a roar of laughter.

“Are you sorry for tickling me yet? Well?” Wednesday questioned, gently shaking and drilling her fingers into the ridiculously ticklish ribs. Despite her love for tickling, the combination of rib tickles AND her foot getting tickled was getting too much for the blonde.

“Yehehehes!! I am! I aaAHAHAHAM! OHOHO THIHIHING STOHOHOHOP!” Enid laughed her head off as Thing started tickling underneath her toes. Good thing Enid couldn’t concentrate enough to wolf out while being tickled, Wednesday thought. That would be problematic.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over your laughter,” Wednesday teased, unable to help herself. She enjoyed listening to her laugh. Enid was pushing against her shoulders to push her away, so she took the opportunity to tickle under her arms, making the blonde throw her head back in another fit of laughter. “I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY! PLEEHEHHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!” The werewolf pleaded, and Wednesday could tell that she needed a break. Giving a look over her shoulder at Thing, the two of them stopped at the same time, allowing Enid to breathe.

“That’s what you get,” Wednesday chuckled as she slipped off of her friend, resuming her previous position next to the blonde. Enid, who panted heavily, wore a happy smile on her face as she looked at Wednesday.

“W-worth it,” She said, giggling at the somewhat playful glare she got. “I meant what I said, though, you’re really cute when you smile,” Enid added with a smile. Wednesday’s eyes widened as she looked away to hide a blush.

“Shut up,” She said, yet there was once again no venom in her tone. “... Your laugh is cute, too,” She mumbled after a short silence. Old Wednesday would kick her for saying something like that, but she didn’t really care right now.

“Awww!! See, we really are B–” 

“Don’t make me tickle you again, because you will die this time.” Wednesday threatened with another glare, causing Enid to cover her mouth with a hand, both smothering the rest of the sentence and her giggles. 

“Okay okay! Sooo, what do you wanna do now? Write another chapter?” Enid questioned as she looked over at her friend. Wednesday thought about it for a moment, before shaking her head.

“I think I’ll stay here for now. Once you get past the disgust for the color, it is a pretty comfy bed,” She said. Enid grinned widely and mouthed ‘BFF’ one more time, and this time Wednesday rolled her eyes with a small smile. She’d never say it out loud, but being BFF’s with Enid didn’t seem like such a bad thing after all.

[nacho475]

Ajax tickling Enid until she wolfs out

[marvin-wtf]

Old sketch of Wednesday and Enid. My god is that AND THE MATERIAL OF THESE TWO OF TK WHERE IS IT AAAAAAAAAAAA

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Enid (In Werewolf form) tickles Wednesday

Summary: Wednesday takes a walk in the nearby woods at night, but stumbles upon Enid and some unpredictable events ahead.

Warning: Tickles, Fluff, Really short.

Ler! Enid, Lee! Wednesday.

Wednesday was enjoying her walk in the woods and begins to enjoy it a bit more when Enid shows up "Oh, hi Enid." Wednesday said. She didn't find it surprising. After all Enid did wolf out on this night. She was just hoping that Enid wouldn't mistake her best friend as a tasty snack. Lucky for both of them, she didn't.

After some more time passed Enid began cuddling with Wednesday and doing other various things that Wednesday either loved or hated. But the thing that really surprised her is when Enid began licking Wednesday, making the goth girl jump at the sudden touch and snort while moving away.

After some time Enid remembered how ticklish Wednesday was, and that's probably why she was jumping and moving so much. So Enid just decided to dig her big cold werewolf nose into Wednesday's pale ticklish stomach. "Hahaha!!" Wednesday laughed as the strong, tickly sensation kept smearing throughout her whole body. "Haha! Enid stop!"

After hearing Wednesday's pleading for a long time now Enid started slowing a little bit, making Wednesday try and use the opportunity to push Enid off, but failing miserably in the process. No wonder she couldn't do it. Enid was bigger than her in general, not just as a Werewolf, but also as a person. So it wasn't to surprising to see that she couldn't exactly do it. Sorry Wednesday.

Eventually Enid saw that Wednesday was about to pass out, pee her pants, die, or in other words just close to her breaking point. So Enid stopped tickling Wednesday and continued on her hunt.

The next day where both of them woke up on their own bed in their shared dorm, Enid ran up to Wednesday excitedly and said in that adorable sing song voice. "I loved the tickle fest we had last night!" But Wednesday wasn't having that. But she was having this. "Come here Enid!" Wednesday said.

"What are you doing? Go away!"

Wednesday and Enid:

[mystey-here]

I LOVE THEM AHHH

I wrote this the morning after I watched ep4 😭

Characters: Wednesday!switch, enid!switch

Warnings: tickles and mention of gothic things

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“Wednesday..” enid called “what” as always Wednesday responded coldly. “I just wondered, why do you always act as if you care about nothing?” Wednesday was sat at her type writer. Taping at the keys, putting her thoughts and feelings.. well maybe not feelings but all of her dark twisted thoughts into words. “I do care about things. Revenge, death and torture” Wednesday replied, again showing no emotion. Enid screwed her face up “that’s.. not normal” she tried to gather her words without sounding to disrespectful. “Glad you noticed” Wednesday replied, not even tinting to look at her. Continuing to type.

“Come onnn! There has to be something huma- I mean, normal! About you” enid corrected and that’s when Wednesday turned around to look at enid, clearly not impressed. “nope, now will you do me the curtesy of being quite. It’s my writing time and you are distracting me” Wednesday turned back around “oh, sorry” enid said with a slight smile on her face. She then flopped back on her bed, thinking. Thinking of all the human things that her friends did to her that made her feel like she wasn’t just an outcast, made her feel some what normal. Play fights! no.. Wednesday would definitely win. To scary. Hugs? No. Wednesday isn’t a hugger. Tickling!…. Wait, that could work she thought excitedly to herself.

“Hey Wednesday” she called from her side of her room jumping up from her bed and unable to resist the smile tugging on her lips. Before she could respond Wednesday stopped typing and then slowly turned around to death stare at enid “if your still trying to figure out something normal about me, give up. My mother tried to do that for the last fifteen years, she gave up last year” “yea, well I refuse to believe there isn’t one thingggg” enid skipped over to the divided part of the room “what do you think your doing?” Wednesday asked as she stood up from her chair.

Enid just smiled and then poked Wednesday in the side. Wednesday inched back a tiny bit “I’m not ticklish” she said, her face still. “Come on! Everybody is ticklish!” Enid countered and then returned another poke to her side, this time causing Wednesday to inch back slightly further “do that again and I promise you I will smother you in your sleep” Wednesday threatened. Enid just smiled at her attempt to scare her off and then started to scribble her fingers over Wednesdays side. Immediately Wednesday jumped and ripped her hand of “I mean it, the last person that tickled me lost a finger” “well if you hadn’t noticed, I have claws so good luck trying to take my fingers off” enid mocked and then started to poke at her stomach. Wednesday sucked her stomach in and then covered it with her hands “as I told you. Not ticklish.” Wednesday sharply replied. “Now will you go back to your disgustingly colourful side of the room” Wednesday ordered, escaping Enid’s hands and sitting back down, focussing on her type writer again. In defeat enid walked back to her room “how can somebody not be ticklish?” She wondered and then let herself fall back onto her bed. Just laying facing the wall. Listening to the tapping of her typewriter

Until the taping stopped, she didn’t bother to look she just assumed Wednesdays ‘prime writing time’ was over but to her surprise she felt the impact of somebody sitting on her bed “thing, we’ll do manicures tomorrow” enid answered not even looking at what just sat on her bed, she just assumed it was thing. Well, clearly her assumption was wrong because Wednesday replied

“well I’m not here for a manicure” enid then rolled around seeing Wednesday sat on her bed “I’m here for one of the things I care about.. revenge” and then with that Wednesday started digging her fingers into enids side. “Eeek! nohohoh!” Enid shrieked, falling on to her back. A careless mistake “wehehehednehesdahay stohohohop! Thihihis ihisnt fuhuhunnyy!!” Enid giggled “Although I do find this entertaining, it’s also a form of torture which I greatly enjoy” Wednesday replied then started to claw her fingers into Enid’s stomach. “NAHAHAHAH WEHEHENSEHEDAHAHAYY!!” Enid squealed, releasing loud, squeaky laughter. “You had this coming. I warned you”

Wednesday showed no emotion. Just a stone cold expression while her deadly fingers worked there way over enids sensitive stomach “plus, you look like your enjoying this” Wednesday added. Enid felt her face becoming extremely pink and not just from all the laughter. “BAHAHAHAHA SHUHUT UHUP!” She squealed having no reasonable counter argument. Wednesday then crawled her fingers down to her hips and started pinching at them “gahahhahahahahahha okahahhahahayyy im sohohoohorrryy!” She stuttered through giggles “I don’t want your sympathy or an apology, this is just entertaining” she said and then decided to finish of strong, “I’m going for your worst spot” she warned before she started to manically scratch her fingers all over her ribs causing enid to yelp and explode into laughter “NOHOOHOHOOHO OKAHAHHAHAY NOHOHOT THEHEHHERRE” Enid’s laughter bounced off the walls and it filled the room “PLEHEHEHHEHEASE WHEEHEHEHNSDAHAHAYYY!!” She screamed “fine” Wednesday removed her fingers staring at enid trying to catch her breath “how did you know I was ticklish” “everybody is ticklish” she mocked what enid had previously said. “Okay fine, then how did you know my worst spot” enid questioned “lucky guess” Wednesday replied as she stood up and whent back to her type writer leaving enid questioning everything on her bed.

Did wensday addams, the scariest goth girl in nevermore just tickle her?

[lopsicle]

~Don’t Leave~

TickleTober Day 11 Hug:

Characters: Lee! Enid, Ler! Wednesday

Summary: Enid gets pouty when Wednesday has to leave for class and demands a goodbye hug. Wednesday complies.

Warnings: Tickle Fic.

Perfect. Everything was absolutely perfect for Enid. After the whole Hyde situation had crashed and burned and the two roommates had a little time to relax and process everything over the Summer break, Enid was finally back with Wednesday and more clingy than ever.

Even though Wednesday was more averse to physical affection, she made a special exception for Enid. She wouldn’t be seen dead cuddling with anyone else. Well, it was more like she was laying down comfortably on her own dark bed, with Enid’s curled up against her, clinging her limbs around Wednesday’s body with her face buried in her cold neck. Wednesday didn’t mind it at all, it was actually quite enjoyable, she was always cold and Enid was always warm. It wasn’t sappy or lovey dovey, it was just mutual benefit.

That was until it wasn’t good for Wednesday anymore. She’d be counting in her head since Enid had made her way over and clung to her like a koala, noting she only had about ten minutes to get to her first class of the day. It pained her a little to pull Enid away from her, it felt akin to kicking a puppy, or a scorpion in Wednesday’s mind. Still, she spoke up.

“Enid, I should be going now.” Wednesday announced, raising slightly on the bed. Enid shifted to look up at her as a disgruntled whine left her lips.

“Nooooo, you just got here,” Enid defied, but she only put up a weak fight as Wednesday carefully pulled her body away from her away.

“Actually, I’ve been here for 43 minutes and 37 seconds, keep better count.” Wednesday lightly teased, standing up off from the bed and slipping on her thick boots. She began making her way over to the door when Enid called out to her.

“Wait!” Enid rose from her bed as Wednesday turned around to face her, a little unsure of why she was listening to her so obediently. That was a bad habit she’d gotten into with Enid.

“Can’t I at least get a hug first?” Enid asked, meekly pushing her arms out to her sides. Wednesday cocked an eyebrow, recognising that her unconfident movement was just an attempt to get Wednesday to pity her to give into her demands. Wednesday knew she shouldn’t reward such behaviour, but also that having such a cynical attitude towards being asked for a hug wasn’t the smartest idea.

“Your really pushing your luck today, Enid.” Wednesday replied though she also opened up her arms to Enid, who immediately beamed with a smile that reminded Wednesday of why she let her this close to her. Immediately, she bounced to Wednesday’s arms, who wrapped around her comfortable, resting near the back of her waistline. Given the extra height Wednesday’s boots gave her in comparison to Enid’s socks, she had to reach up a bit to wrap her arms around Wednesday’s neck, closing her eyes in content. Wednesday on the other hand, was having a few other ideas. She had missed Enid quite a bit herself after all, waking up to annoying pop songs, seeing Thing have a fresh coating of vibrant nail polish, the smell of vanilla that seemed to radiate from the bubbly girl. There was one thing that stuck out to her in this moment, a small thought crossed her mind which bubbled into action. Wednesday began scratching her fingertips so lightly it almost felt nonexistent against the bottom of Enid’s sides, who gasped and broke out into quiet giggles.

“W-wehehends?” Enid squeaked out in confusion, to which Wednesday just looked at her with a slightly playful glint in her eyes.

“What is it? I’m just giving you the hug you requested,” Wednesday feigned ignorance as of now, squeezing Enid’s hip once she tried to rebuttal her, leaving only a squeal in place of her argument. Enid’s face flushed pink as she squirmed about in Wednesday’s hold.

“You knohohow what yohohohour dohohohing!!” Enid huffed, burying her face in Wednesday’s chest in an attempt to hide her blushing cheeks. Inside, she was freaking out that Wednesday was tickling her again, without even making her ask for it! It was no secret between the two of them that Enid absolutely loved physical affection and tickling was no different, apart from just how easily flustered it could make her, which Wednesday was exploiting to its full benefits. She began rubbing and circling her fingertips into Enid’s hips, sometimes deciding to tap her way up and down her sides before resuming her circling.

“Hm, do I? Do you think maybe you could tell me, or say what I’m doing?” Wednesday prompted her, earning a frustrated whine from Enid; getting tickles without Wednesday trying to tease her was impossible. She squeaked and curled her knees up occasionally, whenever Wednesday’s fingers brushed up on those little extra-sensitive spots.

“Yohohour just beheheing meahahahahahan!!” Enid complained, gripping onto the back of Wednesday’s collar, shifting her balance between her legs as if the floor was lava, practically relying on Wednesday to be standing upright. Wednesday smirked a little at Enid’s whining, jabbing her nails into her side.

“Aw, how rude, and while I’m giving you a hug as well. But if you want me to be mean…” Wednesday didn’t finish her sentence, instead suddenly slipping her hands beneath Enid’s shirt, scratching and skittering her nails against her sides and tummy, randomly switching between the two spots. Her nails moved at a lightning quick pace, excitedly rediscovering all of Enid’s sensitive spots.

“W-WEHEHEHEDNESDAY!!” Enid shrieked her, her cheeks shifting to a more red hue as she thrashed from side to side in Wednesday’s tight hold fruitlessly. Her grip tightened on Wednesday, accidentally bumping her legs into hers over and over , keeping her tummy sucked in a meaningless attempt to avoid her nails.

“And now your shouting for no reason, you should quiet down before anyone hears how loud your getting.” Wednesday teased her, talking into her ear in a way that made Enid feel like her heart was about to stop. She bit down on her lip, trying to muffle her laughter but the dam was already broken and she couldn’t stop it from pouring out anymore.

“I-I CAHAHAHN’T HEHEHEHLP IHIHIT!!” Enid wailed, sweet, high-pitched laughter filling the room, which Enid desperately tried to stop by hiding in Wednesday’s neck. Wednesday however recoiled from the ticklish sensation, squeezing Enid’s sides instinctively, producing a loud squeal.

“Oh, but you can, all you have to do is tell me what’s making you laugh so much.” Wednesday reminded her in a matter of fact tone, causing Enid to whine, of course she was still being stubbornly persistent about that. To make matters worse, Wednesday jabbed her nails right into Enid’s stomach, one of her worst spots. Enid absolutely exploded with laughter, wriggling and bouncing all about in Wednesday’s hold, clinging onto the hug desperately.

“PLEAHAHAHSE, THAHAHT’S NO-NOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR!!” Enid screamed out, seeming right at her breaking point with all this attention, and trying to convince Wednesday to back down was like talking to a brick wall.

“You just have to use your words darling, it can’t be that hard.” Wednesday commented, Enid felt her face redden ten times more before she admitted defeat in a whimper, followed by her screaming,

“IHIHITS BEHEHEHCAUSE YOHOHOHUR TIHIHICKLING ME!!” Enid forced out, barely able to focus on how flustered she was when her body was overwhelmed by the buzzing sensations in her belly, making her feel like her torso was on fire.

“Oh, was that it? You were struggling with saying the word tickle, were you? Why? Because your so ticklish?” Wednesday apparently felt like being extra annoying to Enid today, to which Enid stomped on her foot.

“WEHEHEDNESDAY!!” She whined, making it clear just how tickled out she was, if he beet red face wasn’t enough of a clue for that already. Wednesday slowed to a stop, her hands resuming their original placement in the hug, holding Enid warmly and securely as she caught her breath, recovering.

“I’ve missed your laughter,” Wednesday admitted, keeping her gaze forward with her chin resting on Enid’s shoulder, not facing the girl. Enid could already feel a smile creeping into her face as she squeezed Wednesday tighter.

“You really that mean?!” Wednesday nodded, not wanting to repeat herself. “Thank you, thank you!” Enid cooed, utterly adoring the compliment. “I missed you too!”

Wednesday smiled a little bit fixed her expression as she pulled away from the hug, her fingers lingering on Enid’s shoulder for a little longer, having half the mind to skip her class, but she wasn’t willing to admit that she cared that much yet.

“I’ll see in an hour, okay?” Baby steps. Wednesday looked down at Enid tenderly, who was still beaming, nodding enthusiastically.

“Of course!” As Wednesday turned to leave the room, Enid called out to her. “I’ll get you back then!” She promised, giving something Wednesday to think about for the next sixty whole minutes. Wednesday quickly left the room to hide her blush.

[44556678]

Wednesday tickles Enid.

Summary: Enid dances near Wednesday trying to impress by her cutie moves and ends up regretting it.

Warnings: Tickles, not Wenclair just really close friends, fluff! Lots of fluff!

Settings: Ler!Wednesday Lee!Enid

"What are you doing Enid?" Wednesday asked from her side of the room, It was not unusual to see Enid do all sorts of things such as Dance, sing, yell, be loud, in a good way of course, and play music, really loud music with tiktok, Wednesday was not exactly happy with all the distractions but, she lived with her and it all no problem. Yeah there was a problem. "Me? I'm dancing, wanna join me?" Enid replied in a cute tone and Wednesday could kick her self for liking that smiling face a cheerful eyes, she really was getting affected by it, "No, and please stop. It's my writing time and you are disturbing me."

"Oh I'm sorry." Enid said in a cute, mocking, and somewhat teasing tone. Making Wednesday give her the death-stare. But Enid stopped dancing but didn't exactly stop stop if you know what I mean. Enid blasted pop music and began dancing joyfully to the nice and soothing voice that lied inside it. "Enid stop! This is your last warning!" Still, Enid didn't stop. "Sorry Wens, the music is wayyy too loud, and your wayyy too quiet." Enid said in a very teasy voice that was too much to handle which got Wednesday fired up, "That's it! I'm coming over there!" Wednesday yelled and got up from her seat, walking towards the girl who turned off the music just there, but the end of Enids hellish distractions didn't stop her from taking her own sweet, and bloody or should I say tickly revenge. "Enid, Please take a seat." Wednesday said in a surprisingly calm tone but in reality she was fuming with anger, rage, and a thirst for revenge. "Ok so, you might be wondering why I was dancing and playing music right?" "Yes, could you please tell me why you were doing all that?"

Enid was surprised by Wednesday all the sudden calm attitude, but she was also thinking that Wednesday was just putting a mask around her face so Enid wouldn't get skeptical, worried, scared.

"Well, I was bored and I just wanted someone to talk to about my problems, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad." Enid said in a calm and apologetic tone. "Ok, well, you could come closer." Wednesday said with a smirk coming across her face, two black glistening eyes, and pale, bright, skin. Enid began to feel endangered but she began to come closer to her vengeful roommate. "Ok, is this close enough?" Enid said as she got 2 inches closer to Wednesday, and her vengeful spirit, both waiting to catch their pray in their black glued net. "Yes, now, stay still." Wednesday said as she was leaning on the poor girl and getting their hands on what seemed to be a sensitive spot. "Wednesday! Hahahahahhahaha what are you doing. Leave myyyyy sides alhohhhohoone!" Enid said as the poor the ticklish werewolf cried for help. No-one was there, Nobody even heard. "Now, since I have you in my grasp I shall toy and play with you a little bit so you can know to never be a distraction again." Wednesday said in her low monotone voice making Enid fill with dread. "I'm sorry, I'm nohohohohohoho! Not there!!!" Enid yelped as her tummy was now showing and Wednesday grew a huge smile across her face, Wednesday Addams was smiling, but this was no ordinary smile, no. This was a menacing grin forming on her face. It was only two seconds until. "Pfffftt" "Wednesday! Hahahahha hahahahahhahaha no!" As Wednesday stopped and got off the poor girl she kept on looking at her with warmth in her eyes, as if Wednesday enjoyed that experience, she liked having her near, and that she liked getting her tasty revenge.

[mysteriouslee]

Wednesday tkl headcanons cuz no one asked

Wednesday

Ler:

Tickles the shit out of Pugsley as torture

Wrecks Enid when she's being a little shit.

Wednesday is a scary ass ler when she's ready, only is soft on Enid and Eugene.

Bianca has suffered her wrath and let's say Bianca is secretly terrified.

Will tickle a person past tears.

Lee:

Is surprisingly ticklish

very good at restraining her laughter

giggles weirdly

Thing wrecks her and is lucky it's still is in one piece.

Enid gets a pass (cuz I love Wenclair).

ticklish back

Enid traces her claws on Wednesday all the time and the poor girl can barely take it.

Enid

Ler:

EVIL

Poor Ajax

Her wolf claws are the best worst tools ever.

Tickles Wednesday and Thing

Lee:

Poor bby cannot take what she dishes out

She loves it tho

Sensitive tum

Bubbly laughter that even Wednesday can't resist

Will provoke you for it

Eugene

Ler:

Will lose in any tickle fight

Will use his bees to help him

Tries to get Wednesday or Enid but that hasn't ended well

Lee:

Will die

Squeals and high pitched laughter

Literally everyone's target

Walking tickle spot

That's it for now, the rest will come later

[raine-or-shine]

outside the box

✩summary: wednesday’s writers block has left her irritation more prominent than usual, but enid and thing are quick to notice—and quick to help

✩characters: lee!wednesday, ler!enid (wenclair)

✩word count: 1.6k

✩warnings: This is a tickle fic, if that’s not your thing, scroll <3

“There! You’re all done!” 

A few thumps of glee, and the appendage flexed its fingers, giving a thumbs up. Enid clapped her hands together with a prideful grin at her latest achievement. After some convincing, Thing’s nails now glimmered with a glossy coat of charcoal polish. Tapping a few fingers together, it then waved around, and Enid nodded with a smile, “Well yeah, it’ll take a few more minutes to dry, but you look amazing!” 

The door creaked open, and the severed hand spun around, hopping up and down with glee to greet Wednesday, who simply looked it up and down as she approached Enid’s bed. “Hmm. It’s a new look, for sure. Maybe it’ll stick after a week.” Thing only waved a few fingers, before tapping Enid’s hand followed by a thankful snap. 

“Glad I could help! You look fantastic, don’t worry.” She assured, and they exchanged fist bumps before Wednesday cleared her throat, making her way over to her desk. “I see you and Thing are getting along nicely.” 

“Yup! We’ve had a few heart-to-hearts, and I learned how much he needed some reimagination for himself—sooo, that’s the nails!” She hopped to her feet, her tail flicking to the side as she tried to get a glance at Wednesday’s expression, but as usual remained blankly concentrated on her next task. She sat to continue her writing, the steady stream of clicks from the typewriter now filling the room. But as soon as they had started, they ended, Wednesday squeezing her eyes shut with a sigh, Thing climbing up her desk and drumming a few fingers against the wooden top. 

“I’m fine.” Wednesday mumbled, her eyes opening to an unconvinced finger wag from the appendage, and Enid's brow furrowing in confusion. “He’s right, you’ve been acting weird—well, weirder than usual.” Wednesday turned her gaze to meet Enid’s, the girl's ears perked in curiosity. 

“I’m stuck.��� The discouraged air to her voice only proved her sincerity, as she pushed her chair back with a constrained creak against the wooden planks below them. Enid’s mind remained at a standstill for a few seconds, blinking before raising an eyebrow, “Writer’s block?” Wednesday gave a silent nod, frustration evident with an exhale. Enid folded her arms in thought, pacing over back to her side of the room. “Wait wait—what always helps me when I’m bored—”

“…Boredom is not the same thing as writer’s block—”

“Well I know that, but they’re both unavoidable states of frustration right? In this case, like a block of your creative flow!” Thinking out loud at this point, her tail flicks only confirming her concentration as she paced about. Also joining the determined effort to help, Thing hopped down from the tabletop, scampering over to the foot of Enid’s bed, where she now sat. It extended an index finger, and Enid’s ears perked up once again, her eyes now wide with resolution. “That’s it—Wednesday!”

The other lifted her head in response, awaiting Enid’s words. “Try to think outside the box…trapping yourself in a box of what you want to write about can limit your ability to write or think!” A few lengthy moments of silence, now wondering if she’d even heard her, caused her brow to furrow as she rose to her feet again. “...Wednesday?”

Her voice fell on deaf ears, as the other only remained silent, eyes glued to the typewriter. Enid’s ears fell, her eyes now focused directly on her, as she gradually made her way over to the desk. Thing wasn’t far behind, even crawling up the legs of the chair to rest on its top. Wednesday was either deep in thought, or didn’t care enough to respond to either of them. It wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary, but Enid found her eagerness to help fend off the writer's block that plagued her partner more defining than a simple zoning out. 

Thing patience however, was immune to Wednesday’s apathy. Her surprised jolt from a swift poke to her side had brought her back to reality, feeling her cheeks reddening as she inhaled sharply. “Do that again and you’ll lose a finger.” The vexed tone in her voice only made Thing hop down from his pedestal to the floor, while Wednesday still attempted a look of irritation, which was almost ruined by the red hue making itself more visible by the moment. Enid couldn’t help but notice as much, her ears perking up with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. She was blushing? Oh, this was too good. 

“Oh my god—Wednesday, are you ticklish?!” Her face lit up with a wide grin, the excitement of a puppy strongly resembled through her now swishing tail. Thing’s fingers drumming against the floor somehow was enough of an expression for Enid to pick up on, Wednesday quickly rising to her feet, “The last person to tickle me lost a finger. Try me.” She uttered, her composure slowly slipping away as Enid rocked from side to side with that shit-eating grin, a strategy clearly brewing. “Mhm, like that time you were also going to smother me in my sleep? Bury my snood in the graveyard?” 

Wednesday swallowed dryly, blinking in response as she slowly backed a few steps back. The giggles from Enid were enough to convince her of her fate, her heart skipping a beat when she placed Thing atop her shoulder. “What it sounds like to me is that you have quite a few empty threats, wouldn’t you say?” Still at a loss for words, Wednesday didn’t know what to do besides remain standing. Making a run for it surely wouldn’t end well—the last thing she wanted was for anyone else to see what fate would possibly await her. 

“I’m not.” She finally managed after a minute, startling herself with her sudden difficulty with making eye contact. “…ticklish, I mean.” She clarified with a slight furrow of her brow, realizing the need to clarify when Enid’s head cocked to the side in confusion briefly. What a feeling, a very odd one at that, she couldn’t recognize at all. It was like butterflies in her stomach but, why wasn’t she anxious? Why was she intrigued? 

Before she could finish that thought, Thing’s fingers drumming against her sides had her preoccupied with a lip bite, swallowing back any giggles that threatened to make an appearance as she crumpled to the floor. Afraid if she spoke she’d lose composure, she swatted at her companion with furrowed brow. Enid only skipped over not long after, giggling as she gave some quick squeezes to her sides, her face lighting up when Wednesday’s lips quivered into a faint smile. 

“Well, I seem to still have all ten of my fingers—and you seem like you might be ticklish.” Enid’s words only earned a death glare from the other, but it quickly crumbled away with the sudden prodding up her ribs from the appendage, replaced with a wide grin, giggles following close behind. Enid couldn’t help but gush over her reactions, her eyes lighting up when she saw her smile only grow.

“Wednesday—you have dimples?! Oh my god—you're adorable!” She found herself laughing along with the other, the comment making Wednesday’s cheeks flush darker. Thing halted its movements for a moment, jumping up and flexing its fingers briefly. Enid grinned from ear to ear, suddenly scribbling her fingers up her ribs, “Oh, go for the ribs? Ahaww—you’re right!” She cooed, Wednesday’s laughter picking up in volume as she squeezed around her upper ribs. Enid’s eyes only widened with a grin at every new reaction she discovered, laughing at a few snorts she didn’t expect. 

“God I had no idea you could laugh like this! You’re adorable, holy shit!” She snickered at the weak shove Wednesday attempted at her hands, which only pinched at her sides for a moment, before halting her attack. “Oh my god,” Enid repeated again, her grin still present as she tilted her head a bit, trying to get a good look at Wednesday’s expression. And to her pleasant surprise, she was still smiling. In fact, not even a second later she was leaning into Enid’s touch, which only encouraged a growing flush against her face. 

“You had fun didn't you?” Enid sang with a few additional pokes to the other’s torso, her tail thumping happily against the floorboards as Wednesday dissolved into another quite giggle fit, offering nothing in response but laughter. “I-I’ll get you—“ She managed to get out, still giggling even when Enid withdrew her fingers. 

“Mhmmm, I know I know! But now I can get you.” She smirked with a playful hum, Wednesday rolling her eyes once Thing waved around. “This whole thing was your fault, wasn’t it?” The hand was still for a moment, before swiftly scampering off. Enid chuckled, “Don’t be mad at him, it was my idea.” Her ears drooped as her cheeks flushed slightly, averting eyes, “You were so in your head and upset about writing so…I just wanted to help get your mind off of it?” She offered a lopsided smile, and Wednesday blinked, before nodding slowly. 

“I see what you meant…I appreciate the efforts.” She mumbled the last bit, staring up at the ceiling now. What was it she said about thinking outside a box? A box was restricting…isolating. 

With a sigh, Wednesday rose to her feet. “Maybe you and Thing could stay. I think having company might help me get out of this…box.” She stated, before walking over to her typewriter and cracking her knuckles. Enid couldn’t help but smile, her gaze fixed on the girl in front of her. Wednesday Addams was difficult to read for sure, but that’s only if she wanted to make it hard for someone to. Counting herself lucky to be one that she didn’t feel the need to hide behind any mask, Enid stood with stretch. 

“What chapter are you on again?”