#enid tickle

[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.

[blushyeleven]

Tickletober - DAY 12

Bites/nibbles

Characters: lee!wednesday, ler!enid

Warnings: tickles

a/n: sorry if this isn’t great! I didn’t rlly like the prompt😭

𝒬𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇

It was an ordinary winters evening at nevermore. The sky painting with mesmerising hues of orange and pink and the sun slowly set over the over the school. While the two completely contrasting roomates (and girlfriends) were relaxing in their dorm. Wednesday, who was sat at her type writer, filling the room with a migraine inducing sound.. and enid who sprawled out on her pastel coloured bed, mindlessly scrolling through tiktoks. The werewolf often glanced at wednesday, wondering when she would finally stop her writing time to join her. But seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours and enid was beginning to grow even more impatient.

“Wednesday? Are you almost finished with writing?” The werewolf asked innocently, all she really wanted was the cuddle up with wednesday but the only thing that stood in her way was the girls type writer. The pigtailed girl then let out an audible sigh “no.” She replied codly before resuming drilling her fingers into the keys of her type writer. Enid just rolled her eyes “well.. do you know when you will be?” She asked hopefully as the goth didn’t even bother to stop typing this time. “I’ll be finished when I’m finished” Wednesday replied and enid just let out a small brown before flopping back into her bed.

She scoffed at the fact that she felt in competition with a type writer, honestly. How could that stupid peace of metal win over her girlfriends attention more then herself? But she decided not to complain anymore, and just continue to scroll through TikTok.

Another 20 minutes past and enid had almost lost all hope in trying to persuade Wednesday to stop her writing. I say almost because it was in that instance that she saw our o the corner of her eye, Wednesday was getting up from her chair. Clearly being done for the night. The blondes eyes widened and let out a small squeak like an excited puppy, as threw her phone across her bed, opening up her arms. The raven just slowly crawled into her arms, the urge to tense up was bubbling over but she tried to resist. Wednesday still wasn’t use to the whole overspill of affection. But she was getting there. After the goth made herself comfortable she finally spoke up. “hi” was all she said, staring off Into the distance of the dorm room as enid looked down on her with the widest grin. “Hi!” She said as enid began to hold her closer.

Enid then kissed the top of Wednesdays head and started peppering small kisses all over the girls neck. A small sign of affection that enid often gave out to Wednesday. Although, enid had always wanted to try new things to see all the different types of affection that Wednesday didn’t mind/preferred. So when either of the girls had a new idea they would try it out on each other to see how it went. Enid tried hard to think to herself about something new she could try.

The blonde then vaguely remembered a conversation she had with Yoko a couple of days back as the vampire was informing enid how she usually bites Divinas neck. At first enid remember being weirded out by the fact but yoko had to further explain that it was more of like playful bites and nothing harmful. It wasn’t like vampire type shit where she would feast on her neck, it was more of affectionate nibbles. Enid then smiled to herself before asking with Wednesday.

“Hey wens?” The writer looked up at enid “mhm?” She spoke, in a more of a soft manner then usual. “Did you wanna try something new?” Enid asked hopefully but with pretty high hopes, knowing her girlfriend mostly always agreed. “sure, what might it be?” The raven asked still watching the grin etching across the girls face. “Well.. you’ll find out!” She said, still smiling to herself. Wednesday then just simply nodded, clearly curious to see what it was but also trusting the girl. Something that was extremely rare fr Wednesday.

After Wednesday gave the wereworld the get go, she then cautiously lowered her face down to the front of the goths pale neck and started softly and gently nibbling at the skin. Being careful not to leave any marks or cause any pain. Wednesday let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting that feeling but she didn’t hate it. Infact she tilted her head back slightly to give enid more room to continue. The blonde didn’t stop, she knew if Wednesday was feeling uncomfortable she would have said so by now so the fact that Wednesday was easing into it gave her the courage to carry on.

Enid then moved across her neck, placing her teeth to the side of her neck and began gently nomming. This was when Wednesday let out another gasp followed by the surprising sound of a snicker. Enid then stopped her antics to look at Wednesday in a mix of shock and admiration “what was that?” Enid asked, unable to contain her stretching smile. Wednesday then moved her hand up to rub at her neck clearly trying to get rid of the slightly ticklish feeling. “Nothing.” Wednesday denied as she was still rubbing her neck. This only made enid realise what was really going on.. was her girlfriend.. Wednesday addams.. ticklish? Her thought process was cut short by Wednesdays speach, clearly trying to break the moment of silence between the two girls while saying “you can carry on..” and after hearing this the werewolf didn’t hesitate before diving back into that same sensitive area. The raven girl then just sunk her own teeth into her lower lip after feeling the out of character giggles bubbling up in her throat. She longed for the feeling of enids teeth but also wanted to push at her blonde head.

The more enid kept nibbling on that area, the more harder it was becoming for wednesday to controll herself. She actually began to hold her breath and shut her eyes, all while trying not to act overly suspicious even though her girlfriend already knew. She was just continuing to try and see if she’d snicker again.

She just kept grazing and nomming her canines across that one area before Wednesday lost in a battle of her own instincts and let out a quite, barely audible giggle as the goth immediately brought her hand up to cover her mouth, clasping her hand so tightly around it looked like it was practically glued their. Her hand was acting as a shield of sound because it was doing an amazing job of muffling the small and quite giggles. But it wasn’t good enough for Enids werewolf hearing to not pick up on the sound. “Oh my god Wednesday! I-“ enid giggled, causing a vibration to add to the ticklish feeling on Wednesdays neck. “Shut up!”

Enid then moved her mouth to Wednesdays colour bone, gently sinking her teeth into the bone as wednesday let out another muffled squeak as she clenched her eyes shut. Which only made the sensation more unbearably ticklish. “This is so childish!” The goth remarked as her snickeres became slightly louder through her hand, however. Enid was hungry for more of her laughter. So in an attempt to bring her hand down enid simultaneously shoved her hand directly into the girls armpit, wiggling her fingers into her hollows. Just long enough for the goth to shoot her hand down while letting out get another squeak. It was more clear this time though, seeming as her pesky hand wasn’t in the way.

Enid then just remained nibbling on the girls collar bone and watching the pigtailed girl wiggle around slightly while being unable to voice her words in fear her giggles would become any louder. At the moment her sniggeres were just soft and quite but she also had the faintest of smiles on her face. Showing off her dimples. The blonde started admiring her girlfriend, she never knew wednesday had dimples. She honestly looked.. adorable. Although Wednesday would kill her if she knew that was what her girlfriend was thinking.

It wasn’t long after that before wednesday tapped out though, slamming her hand three times onto the vibrantly coloured quilt that was covering enids bed. That’s when the blonde immediately lifted her head up. “That was torture.. thankyou” the raven said, looking up at her overjoyed girlfriend. Did Wednesday just thank her? Although again, her scrambling thoughts were cut off short by the quick change of tone and demeanour by Wednesday.

“Although if you utter a word about this to anybody I will.. I will kill you” Wednesday noticed giving out threats to enid was becoming seemingly harder. Was she actually falling inlove? “Your secret is safe with me, wends”

[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

[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.

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why is enide kinda... 👉👈

[marvin-wtf]

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

[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. 

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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:

[lopsicle]

(Writing Tickletober fics is hard but I still wanna participate!)

Sweater Stuck

Characters: Lee! Enid, Ler! Wednesday

Tickletober Day 1: Anticipation

Summary: Enid gets stuck in one of her sweaters but luckily Wednesday is there to..encourage her out.

Warnings: None, just fluffy tickles!

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‘Enid.’ Wednesday said firmly, her eyes locked intensely on her roommate.

‘…yeah?’ Came said roommate’s meek reply.

‘Do you need some help getting out of that hideous splash of colour?’

‘…maybe.’

Being back at Nevermore after Summer break was taking a lot of time to adjust. Of course, the two utterly contrasting roommates had kept in touch throughout the holidays in their own unique ways. Though when they came back, it was like they had never left, apart from an overexcited ‘welcome back’ huh from Enid that the goth girl was still getting used to.

There were a couple of things that had changed though, Enid had a growth spurt, making her even taller then Wednesday (something she had not shut up about since it happened), but she still insisted on bringing some of her old clothes. Her favourite of which was an orange and yellow sweater, the blonde practically only wore it while inside the dorm room, it reminded her of meeting Wednesday for the first time. Plus it looked cute, Enid couldn’t go back without it, even if wearing it now was more of a tight squeeze.

When the silence of night crept onto Nevermore Academy, Enid had intended on getting changed and going to sleep. Key word being intended, the sweater had gotten stuck at her elbows, forcing them in awkward pointing up pose. The collar of the sweater was covering half of the girl’s face, looking more like a mask as it left her eyes poking out, along with her dyed hair flowing around the sides of it.

Enid glanced upwards at Wednesday took silent steps towards her, taking a seat next to her before casually and wordlessly pulling her into her lap. The girl’s lips curled in on themselves, glancing up at her still faced roommate with a look of adoration, but also confusion.

‘Okay, you know I love your attention, but is now really the time?’

Enid whined, flapping her arms about from the inside of her fabric prison. Wednesday just looked down at her, her eyes a little more alive then usual, while one of her arms locked itself around Enid’s waist, firmly yet not forceful.

‘I am getting you out, you just need to be patient and trust my process.’

Enid spluttered a bit at Wednesday’s response, it was hard to tell what Wednesday was doing or thinking about normally, but now she had to think while getting affection from the girl? That just made her more confusing! Enid did take her advice to heart though, sitting with her knees crossed, keeping an eye on Wednesday’s hand, which gently pressed itself against her tummy, covered by a thin blue T-shirt.

‘Okay, you know, you can just explain what your do-hihihahang!!’

Enid yelped loudly, biting her tongue as she felt Wednesday’s cold hand press against her, unmoving for now.

‘Alright then, I’m going to tickle you like Hell until you squirm yourself out of there.’

The goth girl responded, coldly and flatly, yet there was some amusement in her eyes. Barely giving Enid a chance to take her words in, her black painted nails began scribbling and clawing all over her girlfriend’s tummy. Enid gasped quietly, her eyes widening in some mix of shock and longing before throwing her body back into Wednesday’s, buckling around against the girl’s arms. Enid’s legs kicked and kicked and kicked, unable to sit still as her socked heels constantly tapped against the bed frame, all while she howled with laughter.

‘W-wehehehehendsday!! Nahahahaahahaha!!’

This wasn’t the first time Enid had been the victim of Wednesday’s tickling attacks, yet they always caught her so off guard. They were so random that the only reason for it was a genuine love for tickling her girlfriend, which lead Enid to appreciate them every time she got them. That didn’t stop all her squirming and her giggly ‘nahahaha’s and ‘stahahahahp’s, Enid was one determined squirmy, something Wednesday constantly had to work around by pinning her down, though Enid had already done that job for her.

Although as soon as the tickling began, it stopped; Enid began wordlessly panting for breath, staring up at Wednesday’s face, then those Damm hands, and then those sharp, dark nails, resting on the fabric of her T-shirt.Wednesday could see the confusion written all over her girlfriend’s face and spoke,

‘Think of it like having hiccups. You have to be scared to remove them, and it has to be genuine. If I wanna squirm you out of this jumper, I have to surprise you, let you rest for a little bit and then head right back to-scribbling my nails all over your stomach!’

Wednesday spoke slow at first, letting Enid hang on to her every word as her nails shifted ever so slightly, leading to the werewolf staring down at them with an intense look of anticipation. Then at the end, she practically sprung to life,heading straight back to sinking her nails right down into Enid’s stomach before wriggling then around against her apparently sensitive skin.

‘T-thahahahahaht’s meahahahahaahn!’

Enid screeched though it was working. Her arms were wriggling down her tight sweater, albeit slowly in a desperate attempt to protect her waist which was practically on display for Wednesday’s ravenous nails.

‘Oh? I’m mean?’

Wednesday said, her tone becoming a little more threatening as she pinched the corner of Enid’s T-shirt, beginning to role it up so her belly was bare. Enid squeaked, glad her blush was covered by her sweater as she began squirming around even more. Wednesday kept a tight hold on her and leaned closer to her ear, whispering,

‘Then how about I show you how mean I can be?’

The girl chuckled a little to herself, before pressing both her hands right up against Enid’s sides and squeezing over and over again. She never stayed in one spot for too long though, Wednesday’s hands would slide up and down her sides, occasionally going to Enid’s hips and sometimes prodding at those sensitive little spots between her ribs. Though, those black nails started getting even meaner as they found themselves crawling all the way up to Enid’s armpits, who still had her arms trapped above her head.

‘WaiahaAHAHAahaht!! Nahahahat thehaahahaahahe!!’

Enid suddenly begged, wriggling about and bouncing around on Wednesday’s lap as much as she could, which was basically nothing.

‘Shh, it’s only a bit of tickling, you can handle it.’

Wednesday told her, before slowly tracing her nails around the girl’s armpits, not giving her a break from the anticipation. Her nails then came crashing down into those ticklish hollows, tickling and scratching against them like her life depended on it.

‘NAHAHAHAHAHAHA, WEHEHEHEENDSDAY, PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!!!’

Enid howled with laughter, her whole body being one squirming mess at this point. Eventually in a desperate attempt to break away from her girlfriend’s tormenting hands, she forced her arms right through the arm holes in her sweater, slipping right of it with a sense of victory knowing Wednesday was done with tickling her. She took a couple moments to catch her breath, while her girlfriend casually fixed her hair, messy from all the squirming and the tight collar of her colourful jumper.

‘Great, now that that’s out of the way, I can get to actually tickling you.’

What?!’

‘Oh, you didn’t think I’d just stop there, did you? No, no, I have a whole summer of tickling I need to make up to you, of course. So let’s so how much you can take.’

‘WEHEHEHEHEHNDSDAY!!!’

[blushyeleven]

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?

[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?”