#enid sinclair drabble

[fandomsfanatic]

Can't hear you

Deaf Wednesday AU

Enid: wens, you need to stop leaving your old used knives everywhere!

Wednesday: When I leave things in certain places, I expect to return to them at a later time, in hopes that my narrow minded girlfriend won't move them from the spot I expected them to be in.

Enid gasping, moving infront of Wednesday : I am not narrow minded okay! You cannot leave thing all over the place-

Wednesday, taking out her hearing aid: Forgive me, due to my diagnoses of hard of hearing I am struggling to hear your argument.

Enid in sign language: You can't just Take your hearing aid when you hear something you don't like...

Wednesday closing her eyes:..???

Eenid: Wednesday!

[sinsdaycorp]

“you do see all her red flags, right?” Yoko asked as she saw what enid was doing.

Enid grinned. “are you kidding? They’re not warning flags… it’s more like a carnival!”

Yoko, sighed. “whatever you say, pup. Just be careful.”

Enid, beaming a smile as she folds up a piece of paper and taps Bianca’s shoulder. The siren turns to look at her curiously.

Enid hands her the paper and points to Wednesday as she whispered “pass this to Addams.”

Bianca grabbed the paper and leaned across her desk, poking Wednesday in the shoulder with her pen.

Wednesday glares but her look changes to confusion as Bianca hands her the folded note. She hesitantly takes it and bianca gestured to Enid who was watching with anticipation.

Wednesday turns to her desk properly and unfolds the note, Enid’s hastily written words stare back at her.

Would you like to be my date to the Rave’n?

🔳 🔳

Yes/No

(Tick a box!)

Wednesday glanced back towards the wolf, she appeared to be almost deflating with worry as Wednesday turned back to the page and picked up her pen.

The bell chimed as Wednesday finished on the paper, she folded it up and packed her items up. She had the next class with a seat right beside Enid, so the blonde could surely wait the extra few minutes.

-

Wednesday settled her pen, notebook, and the note neatly on her desk as she sat down. She glanced at the note before sucking in a breath and slid it towards Enid as the blonde took her seat.

Enid smiled tightly when their eyes met and took the note.

“Sinclair, Addams- no note passing. Separate!”

The teacher said.

“We weren’t, she was just letting me have a headache tablet,” Enid said, holding up her water bottle and a a strip of painkillers that she kept in her pencil case where she’d stuffed the note quickly.

The teacher nodded and Enid sighed in relief before taking a sip of her water.

She slid her bottle to the side and flicked her eyes to the note poking out, her gaze lifted to see the teacher watching her as he spoke and she shrunk in her seat slightly, her whole body burning with a need to read what Wednesday had spent the last minutes of the last class writing.

The teacher turned to the board, pointing as he spoke and she took her opportunity to pull the paper from her case, quietly unfolding it before she looked down at it, her head tilting before she coughed to cover a soft laugh.

Instead of ticking a box, Wednesday had quickly drawn an uno reverse card and written beneath it. “I was going to ask you tonight. Meet on the balcony at 7?”

Enid saw Wednesday looking at her out of her peripheral so she nodded quickly and tucked the note into her pencil case for safe keeping.

[dylan-hart]

⸻ these words that bring me to you

summary: You were dreading the day you would meet your soulmates, their words forever printed harshly down your forearm. Meanwhile, Enid and Wednesday can only think about finding their third, even if the two matching words on their wrists were odd. Besides, what could possibly happen that makes their soulmate’s first words to them be “Well, fuck”?

pairing: Enid Sinclair x Fem!Reader x Wednesday Addams, poly

warning(s): cursing, mentions of child neglect, Thornhill being creepy af (nothing drastic), bullying

word count: 2.4k

You were never normal. That’s a fact that you knew well. Ever since your odd birth and the years leading up to your sixteenth birthday, you were deemed abnormal. Weird, even. You were the quiet kid that sat in the back of the classroom, headphones blasting music to drown out the teacher’s rambling, and extremely antisocial — many went as far to believe that you were allergic to people.

But you were okay with that fact.

Until the day a boy decided that you were the perfect target to jump and scare in the hallway. You barely remembered what happened that day, only that your vision tunneled when hands grabbed your shoulders from behind, his voice yelling loudly in your ears, and the sound of his friends laughing loudly in the distance had grated your nerves, until you felt something surge from your chest, into your veins and push out from your fingertips.

The boy went flying across the hallway, cracking his head on the floor.

Your life was never the same again.

The ability to move objects — or people — without even touching them, with only the thought of pure instinct or want, had flipped your life upside down. Expelled from your old school, rumors of being a witch that sent you spiraling, and the reveal of your newfound ability left your parents scared of you. Your father became angry, angrier than normal, and his yelling became more constant, screaming matches leaving both of your throats raw as your mother watched on blankly, not once saying a single word.

They were scared of you, scared of what you could do.

That’s why you found yourself being shipped off across the states to a new school, one that could hopefully fix you or keep you contained. A school of fellow freaks and outcasts much like yourself.

Nevermore.

You settled in quickly, quietly, not bothering to talk to your roommate — what was her name? Yoko? you mused — and kept up the same appearance as your last school: curled in on yourself, picking the chair furthest in the back, and keeping your headphones over your ears at all times, zoning in and out — you thanked the way you could easily pick up subjects, able to keep your grades high enough the school wouldn’t even think of contacting your parents. You didn’t make any friends — you didn’t want them, didn’t need them — and you didn’t speak during class, choosing to doodle away absently in your notebook.

And, when night came and your roommate was snoring away in her bed, you would trace the lines down your forearm, hoping that you never met your soulmates, hoping you would never see them or come into contact with them.

“Shit, that took forever to organize!”

“Scram before I fillet the skin off your bones and feed it to the piranhas.”

You sighed at the thought and rubbed at your eyes, fingers gripping your forearm. You had evidently messed up with one of your soulmates with their words were anything to go by while the other one was openly threatening you.

So, you wished you would never meet them, never have the chance to ruin such a beautiful bond with your freakishness.

Unfortunately, the world was never kind to you and you ended up meeting them at the end of the week.

__

“Miss (L/n), can you please stay after class?”

You paused and clenched your jaw, ducking your head down, the grip on your notebook tightening drastically. You watched from the corner of your eye as everyone filed out quickly, the last being a blonde talking loudly and animatedly to a girl with dark hair and her face blank, though her eyes were fond as she stared at her companion.

You sighed and watched the door close before you glanced up, shouldering your backpack, letting your headphones dangle around your neck. You fidgeted as Miss Thornhill smiled at you, something strange racing down your spine at the sight.

“You wished to speak with me?” you prompted when she continued to only smile at you.

“Ah, yes,” Miss Thornhill said, shaking out of her stupor. “I wanted to ask how you’re settling into Nevermore. Have the students been treating you good?”

You shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, they’re fine,” you answered.

“I see that you don’t really talk to anyone, though.” Miss Thornhill frowned, concern too obvious to be real on her face. “I know that things were rough in your last school.” You felt something like ice rush through your veins at the thought. “If you ever want to talk, about anything — your old school, your life, your parents…your powers…”

You shivered at the way she said the last part, something manic in her eyes behind that calm facade, something dangerous.

“I’m okay,” you forced out, throat closing up. “But I’ll make sure to take you up on your offer if it ever becomes too much.”

Miss Thornhill smiled and set a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. You forced yourself to stay completely still, bile lurching up the back of your throat and stomach churning. “Take care of yourself, Miss (L/n). I’m here if you need to talk.”

You nodded. “Thank you, Miss Thornhill,” you managed to choke out. She finally let go of your shoulder.

You turned and headed for the door, keeping your pace even enough that she didn’t think you were running away. You finally stepped out of her classroom and waited until the door closed before you leaned heavily against the wall, forcing down your power as it thrashed restlessly in your veins, panic rearing up that had you taking deep breaths to calm it.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You glanced up and saw a boy with long hair staring at you in concern. “I’m fine,” you brushed off harshly and pushed yourself from the wall, marching away.

“Well, okay then,” you heard him mutter but you ignored it.

You practically stormed towards your dorm room, classes be damned, but, when you turned around the corner, you smacked into something hard. You grunted and fell, hearing a crash in front of you. You blinked your eyes open when you realized they were closed and glanced up, finding the pair from before standing there, a binder and folder on the floor, pages a mess on the ground.

“Shit, that took forever to organize!” the blonde groaned out, glancing towards you.

You froze, your breath rolling from your lungs. No way. There’s no way this is happening to you—

The dark haired girl glowered at you, cold fury in her eyes. “Scram before I fillet the skin off your bones and feed it to the piranhas.”

You choked on air, fingers trembling as you stared up at them, eyes wide and panic resurfacing.

“Hey, are you okay?” the blonde asked tentatively after a moment, brows furrowing the longer you simply stared up at them.

The dark haired girl scoffed under her breath, crossing her arms, and scowled down at you, looking moments away from committing murder.

You blinked. And then blinked again. You chuckled humorlessly. “Well, fuck.”

It happened in an instant.

They both froze. The blonde’s eyes went wide in disbelief, jaw dropping, papers forgotten. The dark haired girl zeroed in on you intensely, straightening up in her spot. They stared at you in a new light, shock coloring their faces — though the dark haired girl less so than the blonde.

You glanced between them and decided then and there to leave the situation completely. You shoved yourself up from the ground quickly and twisted on your heel, rushing away from them, from your soulmates despite their warnings for you to come back.

You never did look back.

——

Your schedule changed after that. You would make sure to arrive to class a second before the bell to avoid your soulmates but you were also always the first to leave, escaping them even as they tried to catch you. Yoko — your roommate, you were right about her name — would stare at you weirdly every time you came back to your dorm before she brought up the subject because apparently, your luck would have it that she was one of your soulmate’s best friends because of course she was.

You learned their names: Enid Sinclair, the school’s social butterfly and social media sweetheart and Wednesday Addams, Nevermore’s morbid outcast and possible serial killer.

You were annoyed as you found yourself listening to Yoko tell stories about Enid and Wednesday, found yourself hating it that you craved to know more about them, to know their quirks and what they liked and disliked, what they were like.

You hated it but you couldn’t stop when Yoko offered to talk to you about them.

“They’re looking for you, you know,” Yoko mentioned one night.

You grimaced and glanced away from her.

“You want to know about them?” Yoko continued. “Out of everything I told you about them, the first and main thing you should know is that they never give up, that they always find a way to get what they want. Every. Single. Time.”

You found yourself wishing you had taken Yoko’s warning to heart when, one night when your roommate had decided to sleep in her soulmate, Bianca’s, dorm, you heard harsh knocking coming from your door. You grunted and scowled at the door before pushing yourself up from your bed and shuffling towards it, yanking the door open with a glower.

And there they stood, side by side — one smiling shyly and the other staring back at you stonily.

You tensed up at the sight, frozen in place.

“Can we come in?” Enid asked hesitantly.

You swallowed hard before finding yourself nodding, stepping aside. They both walked in and you shut the door behind them, fidgeting with your fingers and refusing to look at either of them.

“You’ve been avoiding us,” Wednesday deadpanned.

You winced.

“Wednesday,” Enid hissed under her breath at her soulmate.

But Wednesday ignored her.

“Why?”

You stared down at your feet, not saying a word.

“Is…” Enid started quietly. “Is it because you don’t want us?” Her voice wobbled dangerously.

Your eyes widened and you snapped your head up to look at them. “What? No!” you denied, shaking your head.

“Then why can you never look at us?” Enid whimpered.

You flinched back and your fingers grabbed where their sentences are printed on your skin, holding on tight enough it hurts. “I just…I’m not—” You groaned loudly, trying to find the words. “I’m not normal.”

Wednesday huffed out a breath. “I have psychic visions occasionally when I come into contact with someone or something. Enid can grow claws and transforms into a werewolf every full moon. None of us are normal, (L/n).”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” you snapped. “I’m- I’m different. I’m a freak. A witch. I fuck up everything I touch. Why would I destroy something as precious as a soul bond with my presence?”

Wednesday frowned, brows twitching in what looked like a mixture of concern and rage.

Enid took a step towards you. “You’re not a freak. Who told you that?”

“Who hasn’t told me that?” you countered with a scoff, crossing your arms as if to protect yourself.

“You’re not a freak,” Enid said firmly, a fire in her eyes. “And you won’t fuck up our soul bond. She” — Enid jerked a thumb towards Wednesday, who cocked an eyebrow up at being addressed — “tried to push me away the first time she realized we were soulmates.” Enid grabbed the shorter’s hand despite her scoff. “But everything turned out okay in the end.”

“Trust me, (L/n), if there was a way to harm the soul bond, I would’ve already achieved it,” Wednesday drawled.

You stood still and processed what they were saying. A part of you screamed and yelled not to trust what they were saying, shouting that you didn’t deserve such a precious thing as soulmates, that you would mess it all up and end up alone again. But, there was also a part of you that yearned…that wanted so badly for this to happen; a part that wanted to just say fuck it and accept the bond as it is, to finally open up to someone.

“I…” You took a deep breath and stared at them, at your soulmates, who both stared right back, a certain vulnerability in their eyes. “Okay…okay, we can try this soulmate thing.”

Enid squealed and darted forward before pausing, arms outstretched. “Wait, am I allowed to give you a hug?”

You made the mistake of glancing into her doe eyes and found yourself nodding. She grinned and practically barreled into you, strong arms wrapping you up tightly, pulling you close to her. You tensed up at the feeling before slowly relaxing into the hug, tentatively wrapping your arms back around her. It felt like you had hugged for eternity before a dry voice spoke up.

“You two are disgustingly cute,” Wednesday said. “It makes me want to vomit.”

Enid laughed loudly and pulled away, nudging you. “That means that she loves us.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. You glanced over at Wednesday and hesitantly let your fingers brush against hers. She glanced down at your hand before wrapping her pinkie around yours. You smiled a small smile at her and watched her lips twitch slightly in response.

“Aw,” Enid cooed. “And you talk about us being adorable.” She leapt forward and grabbed your other hand, ignoring Wednesday giving her a warning glance for calling her adorable.

You three basked in the comfortable silence, warm pulsing between your connected hands and you let your eyes slip shut at the feeling, the bond pulsing happily between the three of you.

“I want names.”

“What?” you asked, blinking your eyes back open and turning towards Wednesday, who stared at you.

“I want the names of who made you think about yourself the way that you do,” Wednesday clarified.

“Why?”

“So they can be disposed of,” Wednesday answered unblinkingly.

You blanched. “It was mainly my parents.”

“That can be arranged.”

Enid’s eyes flashed. “Wednesday, what have we talked about murder?”

“That it’s allowed if one of our soulmates are suffering because of it,” Wednesday replied.

“What? No, we didn’t — Wednesday, put down the knife we are not going to go kill (Y/n)’s parents—”

You cracked a smile at their bickering.

Yeah, maybe the soul bond wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[p4rallel-universe]

nice-sharp?

(Enid Sinclair x male vampire! reader)

summary: Enid and reader decide to take things further than just kissing, however, their respective quirks make for an interesting experience.

(very vaguely sexual)

you and Enid are sat on her bed. Wednesday is out of the dorm, presumably on some wild goose chase - which she has definitely been advised not to go on by everyone consulted.

the two of you being left alone for the forseeable of course led to kissing. kissing Enid was both fun and addicting. she was hyper at the best of times, and something about kissing you made her giddy. no matter where or when, she's all over you the second your lips touch.

Enid, forever eager, pulls you on top of her without even thinking about it. you continue kissing through giggles before you both pause for a second and realise the position you're in. a blush grows on her face,

"so," she grins, "here we are..." she looks up at you, her eyes shining,

you look down at her, lips parted, "you...are so beautiful." you tell her and kiss her again, she smiles into it, her arms snaking around your neck.

taking things a bit further, you move to her neck and start slowly kissing all over. her fingers thread through your hair. you nibble at a particular spot slightly and she gasps, before squeaking in pain,

"hey, hey, what's wrong? did i hurt you?" you panic, putting a hand on her cheek, she chuckles,

"no!! no, uh, it's just um, your fangs?" she runs her finger across your bottom lip as she says this. of course. your fangs. you hadn't even realised.

"ohh- fuck, haha, i'm sorry. i guess they are uh, pretty sharp." you let out a breathy laugh and she giggles,

"they're uh, nice sharp." she beams at you. god, she's so pretty.

"nice sharp?" you question the strange statement, and she nods before bringing you in for another kiss.

the kiss grows heated and this time, you stay clear of traveling down her neck. however, you feel her hand tug at the bottom of your shirt and take the hint to lift it off, parting the kiss. Enid only stares for a second before going back to kissing you with even more eagerness than before.

her nails scrape gently up your back, reaching your shoulder and you groan. enid can't get enough of feeling your hot skin against her. getting her to return the favour, you tug on the bottom of her shirt. just as she moves to take it off, a clicking sound is heard. and you feel a stabbing pain in your shoulder. the hand that was placed there has of course, sprouted claws. definitely a product of Enid's combined nervousness and anticipation.

she panics immediately, pulling her hand away,

"ohh my god, Y/N, i'm so sorry!!", she retracts her claws, "it just, it happens when i get overexcited, or nervous.", she rambles and you just kiss her into silence,

"it's okay. they're...nice sharp." you say through kisses and Enid giggles,

"nice sharp?" she asks, chuckling,

"uh huh." you reply and kiss her again.

for the rest of the night, there are no more interruptions, be it fanged or clawed...(except, of course, Wednesday sneaking back into the dorm at 3 AM, and pretty much scaring you both senseless).

[problematic-camren]

"What is that on your neck?" Yoko tilts her sunglasses down to take a good look at Wednesday's suspicious bruising.

Wednesday stares at her, not blinking, while Yoko squints her eyes trying to figure out what sort of creature that has victimized her friend.

"Did a vampire bite you??"

"Of course not."

"It better not be, dude, because I'll be hurt," Yoko scoffs.

"May I ask why?" Wednesday asks, her tone monotonous as usual. "How are your emotions correlated to whatever bit my neck?"

Yoko jumps off the table and sits beside her friend on the bench. Wednesday immediately moves a foot away, but at least she doesn't walk out anymore.

"See, if it was another vampire, I would be offended, right?" Yoko explains. "Because I'm a whole ass vampire, Addams, and I've been begging you since forever to lemme taste you... So if I hear you've been offering your pale neck to some random bloodsucker I'll be terribly pissed."

Wednesday stares at her emotionlessly. But she gets her point. She, too, will be annoyed if Yoko allows herself to get staked in the heart by a stranger instead of her.

"Well, I assure you it was not a vampire," she shrugs, biting into her bacon strip.

"I'm still curious though."

"It pains my heart to say that your curiosity will never be satiated, as I am not inclined to divulge the source of this particularly pleasurable torture I have experienced."

Yoko sighs.

The door to the cafeteria loudly slams open, as a huffing Enid Sinclair looks around the large room, smiling when she sees the back of her roommate's head, unmistakable amidst a sea of Nevermore students littered around -- quite distinct as if there's a permanent stormcloud attached above her.

"There you are, Wednesday! You forgot your snood to cover your --"

"It was Enid??!" Yoko gasps.

Wednesday smirks ever so lightly as she allows Enid to wrap the black snood around her neck.

[mydayy]

Wednesday goes on a field-trip

Enid: “why are you carrying a casket to newyork?”

Wednesday: “because I’m dead inside.”

Enid: “check out.”

[thinkingabthim]

Wednesday Incorrect quotes!

Y/n: Where are we going Ajax?

Ajax: To pick up

Y/n: Pick up what?

*phones rings*

Y/n: Hi mom! We’re just gonna pick up!

Y/n: She wants to know what we’re picking up

Ajax: Drugs.

Y/n: Salad

(from Skins: 2007 - 2013)

Ajax: Trust me, I’m like a natural mother.

Y/n: Yeah, a natural mother fucker.

*Enid and Bianca bursts out laughing*

(from Brooklyn 99)

Y/n: You eat so fucking gross Enid, like do you eat like that on dates?

Enid: I don’t go on dates.

Y/n: Exactly, there’s a reason why, no one takes you on dates.

Enid: damn who hurt you today ☠️

Y/n: I swear sometimes I feel like I’m dating a child.

Ajax: You better watch who you’re calling a child Y/n, because if I’m a child, you know what that makes you? A ped*phile. And I’ll be damned if I stand here and be lectured by a pervert.

(from Family guy)

Some person: You just lost a customer.

Y/n: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Tyler:

[paranoidwriter]

"I miss you"

“How was Hannukah?” Asked Enid, pulling up some of her blankets to rest under her chin.

Wednesday tilted her head to remain upright even as Enid laid down. Even through Enids laptop screen, she knew Wednesdays hands were probably fiddling with something. Enid just knew from all the time “It was good. Except, Pugsley nearly lit himself on fire when we were lighting the mennorah.” Enid felt herself frown, a slight dip of concern poking her heart. “Oh, did he ruin it?” Wednesday pursed her lips, actually laying down so that she needn't tilt her head to speak to Enid, the two of them now laying in their beds as they talk. “Just about, it disappointed me when he didn't even burn his hair” Enid began to laugh at such a *Wednesday* thing to say. “What else happened?” Enid inquired, feeling her smile only grow looking at Wednesday through her Computer screen.

“We ate some Kugel, and Sufganiyot.” Wednesday gestured to a plate of doughnuts next to her bed, piled up high. “We're not permitted to fast on Hannukah, so my Mother—” Wednesday and Enid scoffed in unison, causing a giggle fit to overtake Enid, placing her painted fingers against her lips to quiet herself. It was, after all, past midnight. “My mother,” said Wednesday again with a hint of tilted lip, “has been stuffing me full of every single food we have. My Father as well” Wednesday moved her new phone, revealing on her dresser and desk multiple plates of food. Tamales, Challah, Latkes, Brisket, Tres Leches, so much food. Enid could barely hold back a very ungraceful snort at the sight. Wednesday turned the camera back to her face, cheek pressed against her pillow. “You should see Pugsley's room.” “I'll bet it's not nearly as black and dreary as your room is” Wednesday moved her head slightly to shake her head, braids falling across her chest carelessly. “Definitely not. His room is full of fish and octopus.” Enid didn't even want to know, though it definitely sounded on point for the Addams family. “I should come over sometime, it sounds fun” Enid mumbled, biting back a yawn. Wednesday crossed her arms across her chest as though she was a corpse. “I agree. I,” Wednesday swallowed. Enid suddenly felt a cold hand grip her heart, nervous tingles resting in her belly.

“I..."

".....I...have missed you, Enid.” Enid let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, a bubbling of a gentle laugh escaping her in relief. “I miss you too” Enid admitted, reaching out to press her fingers against the screen. The stiffer lines of Wednesdays face softened, and she reached out to join hands through the glass, pressing a hand to join Enid's. “Is that dark blue on your nails I see?” Enid hummed curiously with a teasing grin, moving her head just barely to see Wednesdays nails. “Yes.” She admitted, with maybe a tone that lingered bashfully. “For Hannukah.” Enid turned her hand to show off her own nails, a contrasting black from her usual neons. She had put tiny snowflake designs on her nails too for the winter solstice. “I've got my Winter solstice nails” exclaimed Enid in the most energetic voice she could. She was very tired from celebrating today, but she really wanted to talk to Wednesday. Wednesday lowered her own hand but kept it on the screen. Enid pressed her fingers once more against the screen, feeling her heart ache.

“I miss you so much” Enid admitted, pulling her blanket tighter around her. Well, Wednesdays blanket. Right before school let out, they had traded blankets. It was jarring to see Wednesdays wrapped in pink fluff. “I miss you as well” Wednesday said quietly. Enid felt her smile only tilt up at the curve of Wednesdays lips. And before she knew it, they were both asleep.

Enid awoke to a bright light shining against her head. She hissed, squeezing her eyes even tighter shut from the assault against her. But when she finally did open her eyes, she felt her cheeks blush. Wednesday was still on the call, asleep right next to her through the screen. And with further examination, Wednesday noticed that their hands still remained pressed against the screen in a virtual touch. And when Wednesday awoke to Enid's face on her screen with a sleepy grin, Enid knew she wouldn't mind waiting a bit longer to see Wednesday for real

(A/N): Hiii! Sorry I haven't posted for awhile, I've been sick for a while and my home life is shaky. Another rewrite of a fic close to my heart! Posting more soon :)) )

[tundra1029]

A/N: This song gives out sad and fluffy vibes that i can imagine a neglected!Reader x who ever you want as a s/o. Im hyperfixated with Wednesday tv series so i will set this in one of the dorms at Nevermore. Could be g!n/male/fem reader, just a lil sad prompt.

You were in your room and cleaning it alone while music is playing in the background, trying to drown the noise outside.

You look at your bedside table to see your picture with your s/o, you stare for a moment as the memories of the day when it was taken flashes in your eyes and you smile sadly.

You close your eyes and start swaying your body to the melody that is springing your emotion that were kept deep inside your chest while sweeping the floor. a tear start running down your cheek as you try to drown out the sad memories with the good ones, convincing yourself they are just busy, that the reason why they are pushing you away is more important than you. You pause yourself as you thought of that and shakes your head as if to get rid of your thoughts. No, they love you of course you are important to them.... Are you?

You stop in your tracks and bit your lip as you put aside the broom and sit down on your bed as you think of the last few weeks where your s/o kept ignoring you and refuse to hang out with you as they are "busy". You bury your face into your hands as you tremble, music drowning your sobs.

A/N: i ended up doing a drabble while listening to the song instead of a prompt. But basically this is just reader realizing their situation and having a mental breakdown.

Tag: @i984

[starzday]

As the dust settled and the ring clattered against the ground, Bianca’s shoulders visibly relaxed and she exhaled slowly.

But Wednesday couldn’t find respite in the defeat of Joseph Crackstone just yet. He was far from their biggest problem, he was just a momentary distraction from the real danger that had been unleashed upon Jericho and Nevermore. And the one left dealing with that danger…

“Enid,” Wednesday breathed and, without another word in Bianca’s direction — honestly, she’d forgotten the siren was there in the flash of panic that stung her veins so harshly it almost blinded her — she burst into a run, whirling through the courtyard and towards the back entrance of the school as though she hadn’t been bleeding out in a crypt less than an hour ago.

Bianca followed her without question. She had to make sure her friends were safe.

Wednesday followed the sounds of the evacuated students’ concerned voices into the woods, coming to a halt at the open wrought iron gate as her dark gaze flickered desperately from face to terrified face in the cluster of students, searching for the only person who truly mattered right now. The dim orange glow of the lamps on either side of the crowd weren’t helping as she searched for even a flash of pink or the moonlight reflecting on locks of silky blonde hair she had grown so used to seeing at her side.

Never in her life had she considered herself religious, or stupid enough to pledge her life to following the rules of beings in the sky or below the ground, but now she threw out silent prayers to whoever might be listening and waiting to claim her eternal soul, begging for Enid to have survived the clash of claws and teeth with Tyler.

Begging for them to do something about it if she hadn’t.

Wednesday knew for sure now that she indeed had a heart, however rotten it might be, as it hammered against her rib cage so hard it was becoming difficult to breathe. As the waves of students parted like the red sea, it stuttered and threatened to stop altogether as anticipation zapped through it.

Only to jump start again when her eye caught sight of a blush coat, however muted the colour may have been amongst the dirt and leaves stuck to it.

Wednesday took a hesitant step forward, no matter how desperate she was to lunge ahead and make sure it was really her, but she didn’t have to. Enid was already running to her, with the other students following close behind her.

As she drew in a deep breath of relief, the cool night air filled her starved lungs and brought life back to them. Her tense body relaxed, and she almost managed a smile as she met Enid’s azure eyes. Enid tossed herself at her, wrapping her arms tight around her waist and squeezing, and Wednesday was almost knocked back with the force of it, but she couldn’t find it in herself to shove the girl away.

In fact, when Enid stepped back on her own after a mere moment, Wednesday ached to feel her arms tight around her again. She was gone far too soon. When they were so close, she could feel Enid’s heart thumping, the warmth of her body seeping through her clothes, and the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathed — all things which confirmed Sinclair was truly alive and not some figment of Wednesday’s desperate imagination.

As she regarded Enid and took in the mess of her hair, the leaves still stuck to her even after most had blown off in the wind, and the blood covering her beautiful face — she realised it was her fault. If Enid hadn’t been protecting her, she wouldn’t be covered in blood, and Wednesday couldn’t figure out if it was Tyler’s or her own, but the usually morbid part of her was gone and she didn’t want to know. It was a strange feeling.

So many questions brewed in Wednesday’s mind — How could Enid be stupid enough to risk her life for her? Was she hurt? What happened to Tyler? How could she be stupid enough to risk her life for her? — But she couldn’t ask any of them. Not now.

All she could do now was drag her close again and shove her face into her neck, letting her eyes flutter shut as she basked in the ray of sunshine that was Enid Sinclair. She didn’t care if the whole school was watching. She didn’t care if Enid wouldn’t ever let her hear the end of it. And she definitely didn’t care if anyone found out that her ice cold heart was slowly being melted bit by bit in Enid’s presence.

All she cared about was Enid’s safety.

And she made a silent vow to keep her safe, for as long as Enid would allow.

[sinsdaycorp]

Enid is relaxing on her bed when Wednesday storms into the room, slams the door and tosses her backpack carelessly across to the Color-bare side of the room.

Enid sits up a little, leaning on her elbows about to question Wednesday when the raven closes her eyes, clenches her fists and takes a few deep breaths to try and calm herself.

Thing wobbles a little as he crawls out of Wednesdays bag and scurries to Enid’s side of the room, tapping and moving his fingers quickly.

Pugsley is transferring to Nevermore.

Enid blinks a little then stands, giving thing her phone so the hand can play a game on it while she hesitantly moves towards Wednesday, carefully resting a hand on the goths elbow.

“What can I do to help?”

Wednesday opens her eyes and is a little taken aback that she didn’t check the room before her tiny tantrum.

“Nothing. I apologise if I distracted you from anything.”

Enid rolls her eyes but opens her arms. “C’mon, Nes. Give your favourite wolf a hug. They’re very calming.”

Wednesday’s lip twitches at the corner as she tries to fight the smile the blonde always manages to bring to her lips. Stepping forward, Wednesday hid her face against Enid’s neck, her arms dangling at her sides as Enid wraps her in a tight hug.

“Tighter?” Enid asked after a moment.

Wednesday nodded, a sigh escaping her as Enid tightened her hold and Wednesdays back rippled and popped with a crack running up her spine.

“Thank you,” Wednesday murmured after a few more deep breaths left her lungs.

“What else are girlfriends for?” Enid asked, pressing a light kiss to the top of Wednesdays head as the goth slowly pilled away.

“You know you’re more useful than that, Enid.”

Enid shrugged with a smile. “I know, I just like being useful, especially for you.”

Wednesday leaned up on her toes, pressing a gentle kiss to the blondes lips. “Would you-“ Wednesdays eyes flickered to her bed and then back to Enid.

“You want more cuddles?” Enid offered.

“Please.”

Enid smiled brighter and scooped Wednesday up, carrying her to the black bedding, laying down with Wednesday lying on top of her, her arms folded around Wednesday lower back as she held on firmly.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Nes. I love you.”

“I love you too, Enid.”

[i-like-anything-water]

"How do you even know how to get this kind of gear?" - Chlonette

"You're the last person I would expect to be into this specific *art form* to be honest..." - Wenclair

"How do you even know how to get this kind of gear?" Chloenette

Marinette sighed for the umpteenth time, "Chloé."

The blonde smirked, "Yes?"

She held up a grappling hook, a rifle, and a hunting knife, "Two things. One, this is illegal. Two, how do you even know how to get this kind of gear?"

"You'd know if you could only touch my body, Marinette."

"Oh my God! For the last time, I am not sleeping with you!"

"I meant you'd know where I get them and hide them if you got close enough. Pervert."

A glare, "Bitch- wait, you hide them? In...in your body? How?"

Chloé grinned, showing her pearly whites, "Is that a yes to sleeping with me then?"

"You're the last person I would expect to be into this kind of *specifically art form* thing to be honest..." Wenclair

Wednesday blinked.

Enid coughed into her hand, shifting nervously, "Uhm, surprise?"

Wednesday was definitely surprised.

"Enid," she started, her eyes gazing to the portraits in the blonde's room. Not their room. "I have to admit, this is a discovery. You are the last person I would have considered to be interested in this type of artwork."

Enid laughed forcedly, "Yeah, well. The more you know, right? But in this case I wish you didn't know more and that a random spear would fly through my walls and just kill me instantly."

Wednesday blinked and was suddenly just a few centimeters away from the werewolf's face, "No need to woo me more, mon amour. Your surprise is courtship worthy enough. I accept."

Before she could respond, Wednesday pulled her down for a kiss. Enid hummed, her inner wolf howling in a room full of paintings of Wednesday Addams, made purely from animal blood and her own.

[thereyoflights]

In Screaming Color, a Wenclair drabble

Rated G, 500 words, 1/1 complete

“Is that my sweater?”

Enid doesn’t know why she asks the question at all. It is her sweater, of course. She could recognize the orange, white, and pink patterned sweater from a mile away.

It occurs to Enid that she’s asking the question out of disbelief and confusion. And maybe something more than that, given the warmth that settles on her chest and travels down to her toes. Because Wednesday Addams is sitting on her bed on the right side of their dorm room and wearing the brightly colored sweater — her brightly colored sweater.

The vibrant colors are stark against Wednesday’s pale skin. They stick out further against her dark clothes and hair, like night and day. But the colors work, making her look warmer and softer and, somehow, like she’s Enid’s.

The thought makes Enid’s cheeks heat.

Read the rest on AO3 here.

[wednesdaymorningmoonlight]

imperfect kisses (based on my post about wednesday braiding enids hair)

i listen to the sound of wednesdays breathing, watching as she brushes a strand of hair off my cheek. i lean into the touch.

“what did you say?” i mumble.

“nothing, nothing,” wednesday mumbles. “hmm. i messed up this braid pretty badly.”

i tentatively touch a hand to my hair, running my fingers over the soft flowers that wednesday had braided in.

“i think it’s beautiful,” i whisper.

wednesday scoffs. 

“no, really,” i say, grabbing her hands. if this were a year ago, she would jerk them away, but today she accepts the touch. she runs her thumbs across my hands, and its a motion that im very familiar with. its comforting.

“its crooked and ugly.” wednesday argues.

“its not perfect, willa. and i love it for that, because that makes it so much more real.”

“oh.” 

i laughs. “sorry, i got sappy for a moment. i promise it wont happen again.” 

“enid.”

“what?” 

wednesday purses her lips in consideration for a moment, then she kisses me. its so gentle that it makes me wonder if it really happened at all. slowly, i reach up my hands to cup her face, and she rests her hands on my legs.

“cara mia…,” wednesday says as she pulls away to take a breath. 

“what did you just call me?” i ask.

“nothing,” wednesday says, pressing her lips to mine once again. when we finally pull away, i pull her close in my arms. 

i love you, i think to myself. i love you, i love you, i love you.

[problematic-camren]

I am quite uncertain how we have ended here, but Enid and I are currently in my bed -- she initially wants me to go to hers, but I do not want to have another allergic reaction at the mere contact of her horrifically colorful linens, so I put my foot down and insist we stay here where it's dark and comfortable (similar to a paralyzing nightmare) -- and her mouth is doing things to my neck. Inexplicably wonderful things.

Normally, I would have already stabbed a random bitch if they so much as put their grimy lips on my skin, but this is Enid... I would never stab her. I may threaten her with assault, or bully her until she cries, or traumatize her with gruesome pictures she hates, but I will never hurt my roommate.

Yes, sometimes, when she annoys me with her loud pop music, and vomit-inducing positivity so early in the morning, I would fantasize tying her up in bed (to torture her), or maybe stripping off her nauseatingly colorful clothing (to figure out the best places I could do the most damage without leaving physical marks), or maybe biting her (not too hard that it'll leave marks -- unless she wants to), or probably -- a personal favorite -- choking her (only mildly, just so she will stop speaking for a few seconds and give me my much-needed peace of mind), but I never have thought about disfiguring her.

I think her skin is beautiful, and her body is too amazing to stab at. I am just complimenting her as a roommate, by the way. What is it these vapid kids nowadays say? No homo.

Anyway, so here I am, half-reclined on my bed, and Enid is still doing things to my neck. Oh, she licked me. Is there a draft in the room? Why did I shiver? What is this feeling in my belly? Is it hunger? But I just had dinner.

Her teeth grazes my skin -- a little too pointy, in my fair assessment -- and before I could even make sense of what is going on, I feel her teeth sinking into that sensitive part of my neck. A little too hard, because I feel a small prick of pain, which, truth be told, I am not averse to. But I am right in my assessment that her teeth are a little too pointy. I surmise it's the werewolf genes in her. Why am I getting excited at the idea of Enid turning into a werewolf?

"Oh my god, Wednesday, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!" she gasps.

She lifts her head up to look at me, clearly panicking.

I don't understand why.

"Hurt me? I like it, I have an unbelievably high pain tolerance," I shrug, offering my neck for more bites.

"But you're bleeding," she whimpers apologetically.

"So?" I look at her, not understanding her point.

"So? You're hurt!"

"Hurt me more, please. It makes me less homesick."

I close my eyes once again and wait for her to nibble on my neck once more.

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