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[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?”

[raine-or-shine]

warmth of the winter

✩summary: wednesday and enid spend a frigid evening in their dorm, pushing past the usual solitudes of winter

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

✩word count: 2.1k

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

“Ay de mí, llorona…llorona, tú eres mi chunca…”

The low voice of the woman that played from the record filled the room, as the staccato clicks of a typewriter methodically incited its own rhythm. These implements didn’t deter Enid in the slightest, they were commonplace when Wednesday found herself buried beneath her own thoughts, typing every word her mind could muster. But a rather inconvenient winter storm had caught Nevermore by surprise, and until further notice, their heating system was under repairs. Huddled on her bed with at least five different blankets, Enid groaned with an irritated scowl. Wednesday paused her typing for a moment, lifting her head briefly. “If you’re cold, get more blankets.”

“I’m already using all of them!”

A few seconds of silence, then a stream of clicks continued. Enid sighed, sliding down the side of her bed, and a shaggy pair of wolf ears emerged out from under her fleece beanie. “It is ridiculously cold—how can you focus on writing?”

“Physical environments don’t interrupt my train of thought.” She mumbled, her eyes remaining glued to the fresh sheet of paper that jerked upward. “Is this music really...y’know, motivational for your work?” The clicks halted once more, Wednesday inhaling slowly. “It’s about love that can never be reached, and how once your heart shatters, there’s the unending feeling of misery.” 

Enid snickered, climbing back on to the bed, “Okay, yeah—well, while you’re busy brooding over there, I’m getting warm.” Wednesday only shrugged her shoulders, and continued her work, while Enid huffed in disappointment, mumbling under her breath, “That was an invitation for cuddles–”

“I don’t cuddle.” 

“But you said you liked the hug that one time?” Her tone wasn’t pushy, the last thing she wanted was to make Wednesday feel like she had to do something she didn’t want to. Wednesday paused again, her head movement almost resembling a faint nod. “Well it's just like hugs! Just longer, and they’ll help you stay warm—especially now. Only if you wanna though!” Enid assured, awaited a further reaction, and couldn't help but smile from ear to ear once she saw Wednesday stand from her wooden chair. She’d turned with her arms folded, each breath leaving behind a translucent puffy cloud that faded as fast as it came to be. 

“Only for fifteen minutes. I have to continue the latest subplot.” 

Enid giggled with a wide grin, clearing the pillow and piles of blankets, and eagerly patted the spot beside her. “Oh look look! Y’know how ever since I wolfed-out I’ve gotten those weird headaches and back pains? Well—whaddya know!” She sat up with excitement, her shaggy ears perked up, covered in fur, accompanied by a fluffy slick tail that flicked into view. Wednesday didn’t reply right away, at first blinking with that same monotonous voice, “I thought your mom said they would go away after the first week.”

“They did go away—but now, I have these! Aren’t they cool?” She exclaimed, beaming at her newly acquired features. Wednesday nodded, finding herself bringing one of the blankets to her lap, the warmth of the fleece on her fingers never felt better. “God—Wednesday you’re freezing.” Enid’s words fell on deaf ears, the only thought racing in the other’s mind on repeat was a panicky what do I do now…

“Wednesday? You okay?” 

Enid’s voice broke through her trance, as she blinked in confusion. “Hm? Yeah, I’m fine…just cold.” She gradually found herself leaning against the other, her sunset-colored sweater still smelled of fresh lilies and prairie grass. “Yeah, no shit—you look a lil’ more half dead than usual.” A bit more bashful than she’d like to admit, Wednesday found herself at a loss for words. She’d never been this physically close with anyone, and the last thing she wanted was to do or say something wrong in front of Enid. Picking up on her sudden hesitance, Enid withdrew her hands, “We don’t have to—you can go back to writing, it's okay—” 

“I’ve never done this before…sorry.” She admitted under her breath, averting eyes as she gazed straight ahead at her typewriter that sat patiently atop the table, awaiting her return. Enid’s expression softened, her ears drooping a bit as a faint red hue appeared across her cheeks. “Well, like I said earlier, it's a lot like hugging! You just, uh, can I…?” She outstretched her arms a bit with a lopsided smile, awaiting her approval.

Wednesday turned to face her, and nodded slowly, leaning into her embrace with a slow but shaky exhale. Enid’s embrace was warm, and comforting, like a cup of hot herbal tea after a stroll in the autumn rain. Noticing her lessened tension, Enid snuggled closer to her, smile only growing when she noticed Wednesday reciprocate the action, now both snuggled together underneath a pastel pink blanket. 

“You don’t mind the color?” Enid inquired innocently, giggling when Wednesday gave her an amused scoff. “If I’ve been roommates with you since the beginning of the semester, I think I’ll be alright.” As Wednesday slowly allowed herself to warm up to the affection, she couldn’t help but find her mind wandering, how long would it be like this? How much longer did she have with her? Before she realized–just like everyone else–that Wednesday Addams was just never really cut out for this sort of thing?

It was Enid’s cheek nuzzling up against Wednesday’s that caught her off guard, an unmistakable blush dusted across her cheeks now. Enid failed to fight off that dorky smile, after she gave a few quick pecks to her cheek. And to her surprise, they both listened to the consistent stream of thumps against the wall, as her tail had begun to wag. Wednesday chuckled, which made Enid’s face practically burn with embarrassment as her eyes suddenly became fixated on the blankets next to her. “Th-That happens a lot more now—” 

“I’m glad you’re happy.” Wednesday looked up from her lap to meet the eyes of the other, a small smile visible as she sat up a bit, suddenly giving her a quick peck to the lips. As if she hadn't melted into a puddle yet, Enid’s ears fell with a flustered squeak, as she sank into the mattress with her tail flicking from one side to the next. Wednesday only laughed as Enid brought her sweater over her face, her eyes peeking out a bit as the collar fell below her nose. Wrapping her arms around her as Enid had done earlier, Wednesday couldn’t help but take notice of the way Enid jerked to the side abruptly, a giggly squeak escaping as she desperately tried to sit still. “What was that?”

“What was what?” She replied back a little too quickly for Wednesday, who raised a brow with an amused smirk. “That, just now—what's wrong?” Enid only shook her head with a nervous smile, “Nothin’! Just, uh, cold.” She said a bit slower than usual, which only sparked Wednesday’s curiosity further. After a few moments of silence, which falsely persuaded Enid that she was in the clear—Wednesday conducted an experimental flurry of pokes to her torso, which as expected, earned a sudden fit of squeaky giggles. “Wednesdahay!”

“Hmm, ticklish?” Her question with the obvious answer only earned a flustered whine from the girl beside her, before she descended into another fit of giggles as fingers wandered over her sides. Enid could barely stop laughing to reply, her words turning into strings of giggly gibberish as Wednesday paused for the briefest moment, only to switch to scribbling over her stomach.

“If I didn’t know any better Enid, I’d think you might be enjoying this.” The unexpected teasing lilt in her voice only made Enid squeak out a “..w-what?!” before continuing her almost completely absentminded attempts to squirm away, which Wednesday caught sight of instantly.

“Are you even trying to stop me?” She mused, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips when she got a particularly high-pitched squeal, followed by a bubbly fit of laughter. It was also quite implausible for her not to notice Enid’s tail, which unapologetically swished back and forth. After a few more moments of Enid trying to hide her face behind her hoodie sleeves, Wednesday paused her attack, her eyes rising to meet Enid’s. “You’re mean–”

“I may be disconnected from a lot of emotions, but I think everyone knows that when a puppy’s tail is wagging, they’re experiencing some sort of joy or excitement.” She innocently smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she eagerly awaited a reaction.

Enid only giggled a bit nervously as she attempted to pull her beanie over her head again, but her ears perking up only making it harder for her to convince Wednesday otherwise. She only stayed silent, but it spoke volumes, and her demeanor overall told Wednesday everything she needed to know. “You’re cute. Stop hiding your face.”

Blinking for a moment, Enid huffed with a wobbly smile behind her sweater collar that still shielded half of her face. “Am not...hey!” She squeaked out, as Wednesday resumed her attack, giving a few experimental squeezes to her ribs, and her laughter raising in volume was response enough to Wednesday’s occasional “Does this tickle?” that had Enid’s brain scrambling for a response.

The fact that Wednesday went from barely so much as hugging her to tickling her silly within ten minutes made Enid question if she was really as cold and heartless as everyone said. She had only seconds to ponder that however, before hands squeezing at her upper ribs made her unable to focus on anything but squirming away, this time half-heartedly swatting at the hands that were now delivering sporadic pokes and squeezes. Wednesday raised a brow with a chuckle, “Hm, bad spot? Look, you’re actually fighting back now–” Something about her monotonous voice with the slightest teasing edge that should have made the teases less effective—but for some reason, worse.

Finally relenting, Wednesday withdrew her hands as a breathless Enid’s residual giggles died down, her cheeks still flushed bright pink. “Hmm, you’re cute.” Wednesday hummed, repeating herself from before as her eyes fell to Enid’s. Not seeking to make the same mistake twice, Enid only averted eyes with a bashful smile, her tail betraying her—once again thumping against the mattress.

With a small smile, Wednesday ran a hand through her hair, scratching behind a fluffy ear for good measure. “You’re…not cold and mean…” Leaning into her touch, Enid smiled up at her. “Well, not completely anyway. You gotta soft spot for someone…” She teased, immediately sitting up with a wide grin when Wednesday raised her hands again, fingers wiggling threateningly. “Nonono—stooop!” She whined with a few giggles of anticipation, the other slowly withdrawing again. 

“I am cold.” Wednesday assured, interlacing her hands in her lap with a sigh. “I’m…glad you don’t see that, though.” A few moments of silence, Enid sat up, grabbing Wednesday’s hand in hers. “Wednesday…I know you’ve probably thought showing emotion and all that is a sign of weakness but… like, when I show my emotions around you that I can’t with anyone else, that's strength—that’s love.” 

Wednesday still had her eyes locked in her lap, refusing to make eye contact, out of fear if she looked into Enid’s eyes and saw her sincerity, her true demeanor—that the dam would break. So instead she just nodded, rising to her feet and eyeing her typewriter. 

“It’s been fifteen minutes.”

Enid blinked, before nodding quickly as she also rose to her feet beside Wednesday. “Oh yeah, yeah! You better, uh, get back to writing right?” She tilted her head slightly, trying to get a look at Wednesday’s expression, but no luck as she made her way towards her desk. The cold air already sending a shiver through her body, made Enid sigh.

But before she could turn back to her bed, a grip on her shoulders startled her—and to her surprise, a teary-eyed Wednesday gazing back at her, cupping her face in her hands before their lips met. In that moment, she’d forgotten about her novel. She’d forgotten about the cold. Even the tears that trailed down her cheeks. Everything stopped. She wasn’t sure if this was right, was this what love felt like?

[mystey-here]

IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND THIS IS FANTASTIC

warmth of the winter

✩summary: wednesday and enid spend a frigid evening in their dorm, pushing past the usual solitudes of winter

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

✩word count: 2.1k

✩warnings: ♡This is a tickle fic, if that’s not your thing, move along♡

“Ay de mí, llorona…llorona, tú eres mi chunca…”

The low voice of the woman that played from the record filled the room, as the staccato clicks of a typewriter methodically incited its own rhythm. These implements didn’t deter Enid in the slightest, they were commonplace when Wednesday found herself buried beneath her own thoughts, typing every word her mind could muster. But a rather inconvenient winter storm had caught Nevermore by surprise, and until further notice, their heating system was under repairs. Huddled on her bed with at least five different blankets, Enid groaned with an irritated scowl. Wednesday paused her typing for a moment, lifting her head briefly. “If you’re cold, get more blankets.”

“I’m already using all of them!”

A few seconds of silence, then a stream of clicks continued. Enid sighed, sliding down the side of her bed, and a shaggy pair of wolf ears emerged out from under her fleece beanie. “It is ridiculously cold—how can you focus on writing?”

“Physical environments don’t interrupt a true author’s train of thought.” She mumbled, her eyes remaining glued to the fresh sheet of paper that jerked upward. “The music’s depressing—don’t you listen to anything more upbeat? Y’know, motivational for your work?” The clicks halted once more, Wednesday inhaling slowly. “It’s about love that can never be reached, and how once your heart shatters, there’s the unending feeling of misery.” 

Enid snickered, climbing back on to the bed, “Okay, yeah—well, while you’re busy brooding over there, I’m getting warm.” Wednesday only shrugged her shoulders, and continued her work, while Enid huffed in disappointment, mumbling under her breath, “That was an invitation for cuddles–”

“I don’t cuddle.” 

“But you said you liked the hug that one time?” Her tone wasn’t pushy, the last thing she wanted was to make Wednesday feel like she had to do something she didn’t want to. Wednesday paused again, her head movement almost resembling a faint nod. “Well it's just like hugs! Just longer, and they’ll help you stay warm—especially now. Only if you wanna though!” Enid assured, awaited a further reaction, and couldn't help but smile from ear to ear once she saw Wednesday stand from her wooden chair. She’d turned with her arms folded, each breath leaving behind a translucent puffy cloud that faded as fast as it came to be. 

“Only for fifteen minutes. I have to continue the latest subplot.” 

Enid giggled with a wide grin, clearing the pillow and piles of blankets, and eagerly patted the spot beside her. “Oh look look! Y’know how ever since I wolfed-out I’ve gotten those weird headaches and back pains? Well—whaddya know!” She sat up with excitement, her shaggy ears perked up, covered in fur, accompanied by a fluffy slick tail that flicked into view. Wednesday didn’t reply right away, at first blinking with that same monotonous voice, “I thought your mom said they would go away after the first week.”

“They did go away—but now, I have these! Aren’t they cool?” She exclaimed, beaming at her newly acquired features. Wednesday nodded, finding herself bringing one of the blankets to her lap, the warmth of the fleece on her fingers never felt better. “God—Wednesday you’re freezing.” Enid’s words fell on deaf ears, the only thought racing in the other’s mind on repeat was a panicky what do I do now…

“Wednesday? You okay?” 

Enid’s voice broke through her trance, as she blinked in confusion. “Hm? Yeah, I’m fine…just cold.” She gradually found herself leaning against the other, her sunset-colored sweater still smelled of fresh lilies and prairie grass. “Yeah, no shit—you look a lil’ more half dead than usual.” A bit more bashful than she’d like to admit, Wednesday found herself at a loss for words. She’d never been this physically close with anyone, and the last thing she wanted was to act stupid in front of Enid. Picking up on her sudden hesitance, Enid withdrew her hands, “We don’t have to—you can go back to writing, it's okay—” 

“I’ve never done this before…sorry.” She admitted under her breath, averting eyes as she gazed straight ahead at her typewriter that sat patiently atop the table, awaiting her return. Enid’s expression softened, her ears drooping a bit as a faint red hue appeared across her cheeks. “Well, like I said earlier, it's a lot like hugging! You just, uh, can I…?” She outstretched her arms a bit with a lopsided smile, awaiting her approval. Wednesday turned to face her, and nodded slowly, leaning into her embrace with a slow but shaky exhale. Enid’s embrace was warm, and comforting, like a cup of hot herbal tea after a stroll in the autumn rain. Noticing her less-tensed body, Enid snuggled closer to her, smile only growing when she noticed Wednesday reciprocate the action, now both snuggled together underneath a pastel pink blanket. 

“You don’t mind the color?” Enid inquired innocently, giggling when Wednesday gave her an amused scoff. “If I’ve been roommates with you since the beginning of the semester, I think I’ll be alright.” As Wednesday slowly allowed herself to warm up to the affection, she couldn’t help but find her mind wandering, how long would it be like this? How much longer did she have with her? Before she realized–just like everyone else–that Wednesday Addams was just a cold, soulless being?

It was Enid’s cheek nuzzling up against Wednesday’s that caught her off guard, an unmistakable blush dusted across her cheeks now. Enid failed to fight off that dorky smile, after she gave a few quick pecks to her cheek. And to her surprise, they both listened to the consistent stream of thumps against the wall, as her tail had begun to wag. Wednesday chuckled, which made Enid’s face practically burn with embarrassment as her eyes suddenly became fixated on the blankets next to her. “Th-That happens a lot more now—” 

“I’m glad you’re happy.” Wednesday looked up from her lap to meet the eyes of the other, a small smile visible as she sat up a bit, suddenly giving her a quick peck to the lips. As if she hadn't melted into a puddle yet, Enid’s ears fell with a flustered squeak, as she sank into the mattress with her tail flicking from one side to the next. Wednesday only laughed as Enid brought her sweater over her face, her eyes peeking out a bit as the collar fell below her nose. Wrapping her arms around her as Enid had done earlier, Wednesday couldn’t help but take notice of the way Enid jerked to the side abruptly, a giggly squeak escaping as she desperately tried to sit still. “What was that?”

“What was what?” She replied back a little too quickly for Wednesday, who raised a brow with an amused smirk. “That, just now—what's wrong?” Enid only shook her head with a nervous smile, “Nothin’! Just, uh, cold.” She said a bit slower than usual, which only sparked Wednesday’s curiosity further. After a few moments of silence, which falsely persuaded Enid that she was in the clear—Wednesday conducted an experimental flurry of pokes to her torso, which as expected, earned a sudden fit of squeaky giggles. “Wednesdahay!”

“Hmm, ticklish?” Her question with the obvious answer only earned a flustered whine from the girl beside her, before she descended into another fit of giggles as fingers wandered over her sides. Enid could barely stop laughing to reply, her words turning into strings of giggly gibberish as Wednesday paused for the briefest moment, only to switch to scribbling over her tummy. “If I didn’t know any better Enid, I’d think you might be enjoying this.” The unexpected teasing lilt in her voice only made Enid squeak out a “..w-what?!” before continuing her almost completely absentminded attempts to squirm away, which Wednesday caught sight of instantly. “Are you even trying to stop me?” She mused, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips when she got a particularly high-pitched squeal, followed by a bubbly fit of laughter. It was also quite implausible for her not to notice Enid’s tail, which unapologetically swished back and forth. After a few more moments of Enid trying to hide her face behind her hoodie sleeves, Wednesday paused her attack, her eyes rising to meet Enid’s. “You’re mean–”

“I may be disconnected from a lot of emotions, but I think everyone knows that when a puppy’s tail is wagging, they’re experiencing some sort of joy or excitement.” She innocently smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she eagerly awaited a reaction. Enid only giggled a bit nervously as she attempted to pull her beanie over her head again, but her ears perking up only making it harder for her to convince Wednesday otherwise. She only stayed silent, but it spoke volumes, and her demeanor overall told Wednesday everything she needed to know. “You’re cute. Stop hiding your face.”

Blinking for a moment, Enid huffed with a wobbly smile behind her sweater collar that still shielded half of her face. “Am not...hey!” She squeaked out, as Wednesday resumed her attack, giving a few experimental squeezes to her ribs, and her laughter raising in volume was response enough to Wednesday’s occasional “Does this tickle?” that had Enid’s brain scrambling for a response. The fact that Wednesday went from barely so much as hugging her to tickling her silly within ten minutes made Enid question if she was really as cold and heartless as everyone said. She had only seconds to ponder that however, before hands squeezing at her upper ribs made her unable to focus on anything but squirming away, this time half-heartedly swatting at the hands that were now delivering sporadic pokes and squeezes. Wednesday raised a brow with a chuckle, “This must be a really ticklish spot, hm? Look, you’re actually fighting back now–” Something about her monotonous voice with the slightest teasing edge that should have made the teases less effective—but for some reason, worse.

Finally relenting, Wednesday withdrew her hands as a breathless Enid’s residual giggles died down, her cheeks still flushed bright pink. “Hmm, you’re cute.” Wednesday hummed, repeating herself from before as her eyes fell to Enid’s. Not seeking to make the same mistake twice, Enid only averted eyes with a bashful smile, her tail betraying her—once again thumping against the mattress. With a small smile, Wednesday ran a hand through her hair, scratching behind a fluffy ear for good measure. “You’re…not cold and mean, are you?” Leaning into her touch, Enid smiled up at her. “Well, not completely anyway. You gotta soft spot for someone~” She teased, immediately sitting up with a wide grin when Wednesday raised her hands again. “Nonono—stooop!” She whined with a few giggles of anticipation, the other slowly withdrawing again. 

“I am cold.” Wednesday assured, interlacing her hands in her lap with a sigh. “I’m…glad you don’t see that, though.” A few moments of silence, Enid sat up, grabbing Wednesday’s hand in hers. “Wednesday…I know you’ve probably thought showing emotion and all that is a sign of weakness but I want you to know, it's one of the greatest strengths. When I show my emotions around you that I can’t with anyone else, that's strength—that’s love. And I love you more than you’ll ever know..” 

Wednesday still had her eyes locked in her lap, refusing to make eye contact, out of fear if she looked into Enid’s eyes and saw her sincerity, her real love—that the dam would break. So instead she just nodded, rising to her feet and eyeing her typewriter. 

“It’s been fifteen minutes.”

Enid blinked, before nodding quickly “Oh yeah, yeah! You better, uh, get back to writing right?” She tilted her head slightly, trying to get a look at Wednesday’s expression, but no luck as she made her way towards her desk. The cold air already sending a shiver through her body, made Enid sigh. But before she could turn back to her bed, a grip on her shoulders startled her—and to her surprise, a teary-eyed Wednesday gazing back at her, cupping her face in her hands before their lips met. In that moment, she’d forgotten about her novel. She’d forgotten about the cold. Even the tears that trailed down her cheeks. Everything stopped. Wednesday wasn’t sure if this was right, was this what love felt like? Even if it wasn't, how could she stop? Her emotions were like an unrelenting storm, she couldn’t bury them any longer.