#wednesday tickle fic

[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?”

[shadow-says-hello]

Turn It Down

Finally decided to write something for Wednesday! I hope this is good enough :) <3

Summary: Enid blasts pop music while Wednesday is finishing up another novel. Since Wednesday and Enid have a close bond now, Wednesday has gotten a bit nicer (if you know what I mean.)

Lee Enid Ler Wednesday

Warnings: tickles, (NOT WENCLAIR) platonic pair only. Also this is the next semester in Nevermore.

Enid was usually a super sweet and outgoing girl. A lot of people loved Enid, since there honestly was nothing to like. The little werewolf was utterly adorable.

Wednesday was liked a lot for saving the school and sacrificing her life. But when you think of Wednesday Addams, you think of a gloomy, boring, and quite ‘emo’ girl.

But no one loved Wednesday more than Enid. Enid was always so proud to call Wednesday her roommate, no matter what other people said. And Wednesday knew how much Enid loved her.

They enjoy each other’s company in the small dorm room, and usually Enid wasn’t a huge problem to Wednesday.

Except for her loud pop music, full volume TikTok’s, and Enid’s loud laughter that fills the room every time she receives funny text messages.

Wednesday tells her to stop, and Enid mostly does, only by turning the volume down a little bit. Wednesday hated the pop music. Oi, was it annoying.

Wednesday just wanted to go over there and slap Enid. As much as she loved her, the music has got to stop.

“Don’t you have headphones you can put in? If you want to listen to loud music, go to the balcony.” Wednesday said.

“Just ignore it!” Enid replied cheerfully, putting on “Oh No!” By Marina. Still at full volume.

“Enid, I’m WRITING. I can’t focus if you continue playing that loud music, the ground is vibrating.” Wednesday snapped.

“But I love this song!!! I can’t turn it off now…” Enid whined.

“Turn it off. It’s easy. Just press the button on the speaker and go listen to it somewhere ELSE. Not where I am working.” Wednesday hissed.

After a few minutes, Enid finally listened and put in some headphones. Wednesday felt relieved, until…

“ONE TRACK MIND, ONE TRACK HEART! IF I FAIL I FALL APART! MAYBE IT IS ALL A TEST, CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I’M THE WORST, SO I ALWAYS ACT LIKE IM THE BEST!” Enid screamed with a smile across her face. Line after line, Enid didn’t stop.

“Alright, that’s it. I’m coming back there.” Wednesday said with anger building up in her tone, getting up from the chair and walking over to Enid’s side of the room and yanking the cord that connected the earbuds to the phone out, and then exiting out of all the music tabs.

“Heyyy!!!! W-Wednesday! I was listening to music!” Enid complained.

Wednesday whipped the phone at Enid’s giant pile of plush animals, so it didn’t break. Enid squirmed and tried to bear hug Wednesday. From behind, but Wednesday was too quick, and she tackled Enid to the floor and pinned her to the ground.

“What did you not understand when I told you to ‘keep quiet’.” Wednesday said with a very firm tone.

“But I like it! I guess I’m sorry, Wednesday, but I just like being loud!!!” Enid smiled.

Wednesday grabbed Enid’s arms and pinned them above her head, as Wednesday took a seat on Enid’s waist.

“Whahaht ahare youhou doihing, Wehehendesdahay?” Enid asked, a few giggles rising up her throat.

“Giving you what you deserve” Wednesday replied.

About a millisecond after she said that, Wednesday wasted no time in shoving her hands under Enid’s armpits and danced her manicured nails there.

“WEHEDENSDAY! NOHO! THAHAT TIHICKLES!!!!!!!!! MOHOVE SOHOMEWHEHERE EHELSE!!!!” Enid laughed harder.

“Poor choice of grammar on your end. Now you made it sound like you want me to tickle you.” Wednesday teased in her low-monotone voice.

“PFFFF HAHAHAHA!!!! IHI CAHANT TAHAKE IHIHIT!!!!!!!!!!!” Enid laughed really hard.

“Relax, it’s just a little bit of tickling, I’m barely even touching you. No need to be so overdramatic.” Wednesday teased more, switching spots and moving down to Enid’s ribs.

Enid continued to stay at her same level of giggles. Wednesday then shuffled down to Enid’s sides, making the werewolf shriek and go into silent laughter.

“Hm, well, this seems to be a real bad spot. Noted.” Wednesday couldn’t help but smile a little bit.

Enid thrashed and squirmed, her crop top type shirt riding up a little bit in the process. Wednesday didn’t want to make her completely uncomfortable, so very lightly Wednesday dragged her nail below Enid’s belly button, and then dragging her nails on Enid’s sides.

Enid was laughing a little too hard, her face was flushed red and her eyes were watering a bit.

“WHAHAT AHARE YOHOU DOHOING NOW!???!!!” Enid laughed, squirming at the light touch of Wednesday’s nails on her belly.

Wednesday pulled Enid’s shirt down a bit, and then blew a raspberry on her belly, half of the raspberry was on her shirt and the other half of it was on her bare stomach. Enid was literally dying.

After the raspberries, Wednesday nuzzled her face into Enid’s tummy, the tips of her braids brushing against Enid’s ticklish sides. Wednesday then gave Enid a ton of side squeezes, making her squeal.

“IHI GIHIVE! WEHEDNEHESDAHAY, PLEHEHEASE STOHOP IHIT!” Enid begged through her loud cackles and laughter.

After about 10 seconds, Wednesday stopped, released Enid’s arms, and got up off of her waist.

“I hope you learned, because if you do that again, I’ll tickle you so hard you’ll be crying. And next time I’ll blow 10x more raspberries. I have everything that just happened noted in my head.” Wednesday said, returning to her desk.

“Dang.” Enid said, getting up and fixing her messy hair and pulling her shirt down. Enid didn’t really want to tell Wednesday, but she really loved that experience.

After that, Enid tried and tried to tickle Wednesday, but it just didn’t work. Wednesday just ended up getting her back more times.

The end ;)

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this fic, I tried really hard! <3

[blushyeleven]

Merry Christmas!! And yes, this fic idea is inspired by the TikTok trend but it was to funny to pass up and I had no better ideas so😭 anyways, have a good day everyone!

characters: ler!wednesday, lee!y/n

warnings: tickles

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾

The snow was delicately falling outside, covering nevermore in a thick white sheet. It was the night before christmas and you already had your first suprise planned for your girlfriend, Wednesday. She already strictly told you “no surprises” and made it very clear that she didn’t want any presents.. but this was something you didn’t think she could refuse.

Wednesay was out for the evening.. doing god knows what but you were actually waiting for this moment. Waiting patiently for her to leave so your plan could take action. As soon as the oak wooden door shut you leapt off your bed and scurried to the rapping paper, scissors and cello tape. You recently saw this trend on TikTok and you knew you had to try it. So you stood at your standing mirror and began rapping yourself in the festive paper like a mummy. You first started by wrapping your torso. This was a two person job if you were being honest but you had to work with the things you had.. and that was yourself.

You began slicing the cello tape and precisely sticking it to yourself as soon enough you were practically smothered in red and green paper.. as if it was a dress. You also topped it off with a red bow ontop of your head. Feeling quite proud of yourself and the masterpiece that you had crafted you then placed yourself infront of the christmas tree that was standing in the center of your dorm room (which took a lot of effort but Wednesday reluctantly agreed to it) and you patiently waited for your girlfriend to walk in and see her surprise.

After a few long moments of waiting you heard the door open “I’m back” she said walking in and spotting you immediately. You had the biggest smile plastered across your face as she looked at a loss for words. Confused but also amused. “what.. what is this?” she asked with furrowed eyebrows and you swore you could see a slight upcurve on her lips. “I’m your present” you said, trying desperately to swallow the stupid giggles forming. “how did you.. I.. oh my god y/n” the raven had no idea what to say. As she stood a few feet in front of you. Completely puzzled on what to do or how to even react. Meanwhile you were still sat there giggling to yourself at her complete shock and confusion. “I’m guessing this is the fault of your stupid social media apps..” she was clearly becoming more amused at the situation and how ridiculous it all was. “yup!” You nodded, stating proudly.

“and how exactly do you plan to get out of that?” she asked with a raised brow, still standing in front of you. you didn’t exactly know how to answer that.. you didn’t plan this far. “I.. uhm.. help?” You asked with a small and hopeful smile to which the goth let out an audible sigh. If Wednesday ever showed any emotions you could tell she’d be smiling right now..

“stand up” she ordered with a small smirk to which you tried.. but the wrapping paper that was clutched to you was making it very difficult to bend your knees. Wednesday just rolled her eyes playfully and offered you a hand which you politely accepted and stood up. “Where are the scissors?” She asked with a slight tinge of ‘annoyance’ (amusement) in her tone. The question made your eyes go wide “uhh.. I actually don’t know..” you giggled nervously seeing the raven roll her eyes. “okay.. I’ll just tear you out of it then” she replied with a small but noticeable smirk before taking a few steps closer and began searching for the best place to tear from. Since the paper had multiple layers and was practically covering ever inch of your body she was finding it difficult to know we’re to start. Until she found a loose area on your sides to which she moved her hand to pinch it; her fingers accidentally brushing against your side. This small movement caused you to lean away with a small squeak before biting your lip. Wedneday just looked up at you with a quirked brow.. clearly expecting for an answer. “uh.. sorry” was the best you could say before she carried on attempting to rip the wrapping paper off. She managed to pull a chunk off and threw it to the floor as it fell elegantly. She then grabbed the end of where the last bit of paper was torn off from and that was your stomach. But as she tried to grab it you felt a single finger prod into stomach to which you instinctively sucked your stomach in, stepped back a little and made a small gasp. Wednesday then stopped again to look up at you.

“something wrong?” she asked as emotionless and monotone as always. “n-nope!” you replied, avoiding her eye contact and thought it would be best to look at the floor instead of at her burning gaze. “are you sure because it looks like your having a hard time trying to stay still” she stated.. again.. expecting an explanation from you. “sorry I-.. it’s nothing” you tried to act like it was nothing but your cheeks had matched the colour of the red glittery bauble behind you. “if you say so” she said before still managing to tear off the paper a chunk at a time.. seeming as you did so many layers of cello tape to make sure it was secure enough.

As she was doing so.. every now and again she’s feel you shuffle around with either a small squeak or a gasp before she finally got the explanation she needed behind your strange behaviour. Although, she didn’t think to mention it.. just yet. But after a while of you wiggling in your spot and a few sharp noises Wednesday finally spoke up “will you stop squirming so I can get you out of this thing?” she requested. Well it was more of a demand. “I’m trying!” You countered.. but even still at the smallest of touches you would lean away and take a step in the opposite direction.

“you know what.. this isn’t working. New plan.. I’m tickling you until you manage to free yourself” Wednesday had a sinister smirk plastered on her face as she watched your eyes widen “w-what?” you said, your cheeks so red they were practically glowing. “you heard me” the goth replied and wasted no more time before she tasered her fingers into both of your sides, earning a ear-ringing, piercing shriek from you followed by the sounds of your own bubbly giggles. “nohoho!! dohohonttt!” you started squirming on the spot and desperately trying to break yourself out of your own trap. “to late, this is more entertaining then trying to tear it off of you manually anyways”she teased seeing you in your giggle fit. “bahahahhahaha nahahahhahaha!! plehehehheasee!!”

wednesay then moved spots, her hand positioned in a claw like shape into your stomach before using her fingers to rapidly scribble at the sensitive spot. She had to make sure to put a little more pressure on your stomach so you could feel the tickles under the paper which her fingers were just currently gliding across. Your squeaky laughter was bouncing off the walls as you couldn’t even escape Wednesdays evil fingers which stayed in its place, scribbling at your stomach. “ehehehhe nohohoho stahahahppp!” You tried to plead but your giggles were to jumbled in with your speak it almost made you incoherent.

“hm, no” wednesay stated, still with her smirk. Clearly getting great enjoyment out of this. “I’m going easy on you, you should by grateful” she added. you blushed at this seeming as she wasn’t completely wrecking you.. but even still it was enough to drive the laughter out of you. You also couldn’t stop the beaming smile that was spread across your face.. which was obviously a clear indication to Wednesday that you were getting a sense of enjoyment out of it aswell. “ahahaha thihis ihisnt fahahairrr!” You whined as you were practically stuck in one spot as you tried to squirm yourself out of the wrapping paper. “this is fair.. don’t act like your also not enjoying this” wedneday observed, her face was back to mutual.. which somehow made the comments and teases more flustering.

“I ahaham nohohottt!” You attempted to protest. There was no way you could let your girlfriend know that you enjoyed it.. she wasn’t even meant to find out you where ticklish because you saw how evil she was with it. “oh? your not? Then what’s that smile all about?” She asked ‘innocently’ but she knew what she was doing.. ofcourse she did. “shuhut uhuppp!!” you whined again, your brain was to scrambled to think of any decent comebacks or complaints at this point. Your mind and thoughts were all mush as the only thing you could focus on was the sensation coursing through your body.

Wednesday then moved her hands to a new location; your ribs. Not knowing that this would be the cause of your laughter to raise a few octaves and cause you to practically explode. “WAHAHAIT- NOHO! COHOME OHON!” You tried to bat at her hands but they dodged you with ease, it was useless. She was to quick for you. I mean, she was trained in ways to torture people. Unluckily (or luckily) for you.. one of them was tickling. So since she was so skilled she effectively and efficiently knew how to tickle you. “bad spot?” She rhetorically asked. It was such a simple question yet it was also so flustering. “YEHEHEESS!!” although this motivated Wednesday to carry on, spidering and clawing her fingers into your ribs as she watched your rather amusing reactions.

She was just scratching and scraping at your ribs as your laughter eoched and reached a new level of high to the point where it was practically silent with a few breaks of squeaks in it. “I CAHAHANTTT!!” you called out, your face turning into a deeper shade of scarlet. “okay your being dramatic.. your acting as if I’m killing you” “YOHOHOU AHARE!” You snapped back before desperately trying to wiggle out of the paper.

And just as it almost seemed impossible, all of your squirming caused a direct tear right down in the middle of the paper to which your hands desperately scrambled to tear it off and freezing yourself. Just as you did this Wednesday stopped with a small up-curve of her lips, seemingly impressed.

“well finally, I was beginning to think you weren’t even trying to free yourself because you just wanted me to keep tickling you” the goth stayed with a more teasy smirk as she walked of to sit at her desk for her writing time.

While you were just left standing there, a flustered mess.

[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!!!’

[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.

[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. 

[strawmyberry]

as the great Kyle Herschel Schwartz once said:

I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

hi hi hi! boy, it has been a WHILE. the last post i did was in august, so that means it has been SEVEN MONTHS since i last posted on here. i know i said i would be taking a short break- and it is very apparent that i completely underestimated how much time i would need to get back into the swing of things.

i am so so sorry for my disappearing act! (you might as well call me magicmyian!) i swear i never forgot about you guys- writing and i were having a bit of a tiff for the last couple of months.

i would come back to this blog a lot and just…kinda stare at everything? kinda thinking to myself “what do i do now? where do i go from here?” and nothing ever came. I’d try to write things- but they always felt like they weren’t good enough- especially considering how long i made you guys wait for it. but then- out of the nowhere:

i started writing again!

like- actually writing! and i actually liked it! and at first it wasn’t t-word related at all- just to kinda get back into the swing of things. and now…here we are!

i plan to post a fic this week- so keep your eyes peeled for that!

i wanna thank you guys for being SO SO SO unbelievably patient. i made a promise that every request in my inbox was gonna be fulfilled (unless stated otherwise, of course!) and i intend to keep that promise!

the new fic IS southpark! (yaaaaay!) but I’ll be completely honest- i’ve been gone for so long that i don’t even know if that’s “in” anymore. so- im here to ask, after i finish all the southpark requests- do you guys want me to branch out to other fandoms? should i just stick with the southpark? or do you want me to dabble in multiple? make this a melting pot of fics!!! please please PLEASE leave ideas below!

i have missed so much- and im going to work my butt off to get caught up! so, my beautiful, gorgeous, amazing mutuals, be prepared for a TON of reposts- because i am catching up on ALL the amazing works you guys have posted that i missed.

thanks again for being amazing amazing people!! i know i say this a lot, but i only do because its true! this blog makes me so happy, and im genuinely thrilled to get back to writing again! i hope you guys like it, and here’s to hoping i don’t decide to become houdini again and completely disappear! (sorry for that!!!)

thanks for everything again! i got a lot of work to do- and it’s time to get to it!

-❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

[alfi-always-writes]

if prompts are still open, could i requests for 35 (“how did you know that?!”) with lee!leo ler!casey? maybe casey has some Important Intel abt future!leo and decides to see if it works on this younger version of his sensei?

The Student Becomes the Master

Summary: Casey Jones is faced with one of the most difficult challenges so far: getting Leo to listen to him.

Author's note: I re-watched the movie to get into a good Casey Jones headspace and then this happened. I kinda went off on the angst (which I haven't done in a while so yikes) but I hope you like it, anon!

Warnings: This fic contains tickling and some angst in the beginning, so proceed with that knowledge.

Word count: 1,813

35. "How did you know that?!"

Even after saving the world from a fate worse than death, they still didn't know what they were doing. They were safe, they were together, and the city was rebuilt. New York shone brightly with blinking traffic lights, technicolor signs, and the blurred lights of headlights zipping through the streets. Towering skyscrapers stood proudly once again, perhaps even grander than the ones that stood before. Everything was back to normal, more or less.

But under the city's surface, the heroes who saved the world were still fighting.

The continuous thwacks and thuds of Raph's punches could be heard throughout the lair, even though training had long since ended for everyone else. It had been several nights since Donnie's sleepless form last left his laboratory. Mikey occupied the TV room, watching Jupiter Jim on repeat. He still didn't do too well with complete silence these days. The Hamato brothers were usually very good at leaning on each other, but it was quiet nights like these that reminded everyone of the lasting impacts of the Krang invasion.

Then, of course, there was Leo. He stood in the kitchen, pouring another cup of scalding coffee into Splinter's "World's Best Dad" mug. Staving off the nightmares unfortunately meant forgoing sleep altogether. Sure, it wasn't sustainable, but it was something within his control. And he needed that right now.

"Sensei," came Casey's voice from where he stood, leaning against the kitchen doorway with his arms crossed against his chest.

Leo jumped, turning quickly to face him before immediately dropping his guard. "Oh, hey, Casey."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Leo puffed out a small laugh, setting his coffee down and putting on his best face. His have you even met me? face. "Scared? Puh-lease, it's just kinda weird having humans around. The only human we ever have down here is April and you can hear her coming from like, miles away."

Casey laughed at that, stepping a bit closer to the leader. The bags under his eyes were darker than they had been last Casey checked, but otherwise, Leo carried himself well. He looked more like the Leonardo that Casey had grown up with, which was simultaneously comforting and sad to see.

"How are you holding up?"

"I'm holding," Leo said with another chuckle, trying to both be honest and let some tension out of the room. "I can tell I'm going to have to talk to them soon. Mikey says we need to 'talk about our feelings,' " he placed air quotes around his best impression of his youngest brother.

"Yikes," Casey laughed, "But he's right. You guys went through a lot."

"I just hate seeing them all so..."

Casey placed a firm hand on Leo's shoulder and squeezed, as if trying to pull the negative energy right out of him. "Hey, at least these bad days are fewer and farther between, right?"

Leo nodded. One thing he admired about Casey was that he could spot the silver lining in any situation. For someone who's seen more despair and tragedy than any of them, it was a miracle that he would still persevere.

"I just wish things could go back to how they were before..."

"Before this whole situation?"

"Get outta my head, Jones."

There was no heat behind his words, which Casey smiled at. "You know you still need to take care of yourself too, right? I know you talk about how a leader needs to protect their own, and I know you worry about them, but you can't be a leader if you don't take care of yourself too."

Leo bit back a snarky response, never one to appreciate a random lecture about his self-care (or lack thereof). He leaned back on his palms and watched Casey for a long moment, the edges of his vision blurring slightly before he averted his gaze. "I know. It's not like I'm not trying. I just can't stop seeing them every time I close my eyes." The corners of his eyes prickled as he took a shaky breath. "I thought I was going to lose them all. And even though we made it, I just can't stop thinking about how close we came to... not making it."

Casey nodded solemnly, recalling the bright orange beams that pierced through Michelangelo in his final moments. He remembered Leonardo running off into battle before an explosion of red light enveloped him. He saw them often.

"I am scared. I'm scared that next time I won't be able to save them. And they're hurting, obviously. Raph won't stop beating himself up, Mikey can't be alone, and I don't even know how Donnie is feeling right now. And I hate myself for not being able to help them." He paused, letting a few tears leak down his cheeks before drying his face. He didn't even know he had been crying. He sat in the silence that Casey allowed, calming his breathing and relishing in releasing the tension that had been building for months. "Where do I put all of that?"

"We carry it with us," Casey said, "but we carry it together."

Leo met Casey's eyes and nodded. Casey watched Leo's shoulders fall and, though he looked less devastated, it was clear that the leader was exhausted. "Why don't you try to get some rest? You've been up for ages."

Leo sharply exhaled through his nose in amusement, followed by a lighthearted groan. "Who are you, my dad?"

"Who are you? Donnie?" Casey quipped back.

Leo shut his mouth and fixed Casey with an unserious stare, pointing a finger at him for a moment before finally saying, "Too far."

Casey barked out a laugh, pushing Leo's accusatory hand aside. "Just go get some sleep."

Leo rolled his eyes dramatically, grateful for a chance to lighten the mood again. "That's no way to talk to your master, the greatest ninja of all time, is it?"

A thought slipped into Casey's mind as he debated whether or not to shove Leo off of the island. He almost dismissed the thought as soon as it came to him, but it was too amusing not to entertain. The Leonardo that he grew up around was as stubborn as ever—albeit not as childish—and Casey had been fortunate enough to have Michelangelo around to show him how to take Leonardo down a few pegs.

There was absolutely no way that method didn't derive directly from their childhood together. He debated whether or not the method would be best to use on this Leo, who still didn't know him quite as well.

Against his better judgment, Casey squeezed directly above Leo's left knee. The leader nearly leapt straight up out of the sewers, kicking his leg involuntarily with a loud "HAH!" Casey doubled over in laughter as Leo scrambled around the kitchen island, using it as a barricade between himself and Casey.

"How did you know that!?" Leo asked, eyes studying Casey's every move to locate the best escape route. Every time he jerked one way, Casey followed with expertise. It was as if Casey could see his every thought, every eye twitch, every hint of movement, and he adjusted himself accordingly.

"Oh, you never grow out of it, I'm afraid," Casey said with a sinister smirk, vaulting over the island and unceremoniously crashing into Leo.

Leo's tired, uncoordinated body had nearly tripped itself before Casey even hit him. He fought against his future student's attack for a moment, anticipating the point where Casey would pin him down and give him another chance to repent for his actions. He was not prepared for Casey to immediately grab his knee again, squeezing mercilessly and unpredictably.

"C-CahAHASEY WAHAHAIT!" he shouted through his laughter, stomping the ground with his heels.

"Yes, sensei?" Casey, perched on Leo's waist, used his free hand to poke and prod up and down Leo's sides. He fondly recalled the first time Michelangelo instructed him on how to bring down their fearless leader.

"No matter what, just don't let go of his leg," he had said, and Casey was elated to see that it was even more effective on a younger Leo. He was a laughing, sputtering mess in seconds.

Leo kicked his leg, trying to dislodge the offending hand. No matter what he did, Casey's hand wouldn't budge. Accompanied by Casey's other hand, which felt like it was everywhere at once, Leo could do nothing more than laugh his heart out.

"Are you ready to get some rest now?" Casey asked, pausing his onslaught to give Leo a chance to speak.

Through breathless giggles and a wide, toothy grin, Leo sealed his fate as he spat back: "Fat chance, Jones."

"Fine, then," Casey said with a casual shrug before his hands came back to life, tickling and squeezing with earnest.

"NohoHO! IHIHI'M NOHOT T-T—"

"You're not what? Not tired? Not ticklish?"

"SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!"

Casey, still squeezing Leo's lower thigh, turned himself around and reached down to tickle the calf of Leo's other leg. "You're just making this worse for yourself."

Leo's head spun, trying to block out the tickly sensations from Casey's fingers, but to no avail. Casey's fingers were nimble and experienced, knowing exactly how much pressure was needed to make it tickle just too damn much. Though he wasn't sure exactly how the kid was so knowledgeable, he had a feeling Mikey was to blame.

That thought quickly slipped to the back of his mind when Casey hit a particularly bad spot near the back of his knee, drawing an embarrassing squeal from the mighty leader. It wasn't until now that he realized just how long it had been since he had been tickled and, while it wasn't the first thing on his mind the past few months, he couldn't deny that he missed the familiar feeling.

"Are you tired yet?"

Despite the kneejerk reaction to say something snarky, Leo couldn't deny that he was reaching his limit much quicker than usual. "Y-YEHEHES!"

Casey withdrew his hands instantly, sitting back on his heels and watching Leo catch his breath. "Now, about that—"

"Nap," Leo said breathlessly, giving Casey a weary thumbs up, "On it."

Casey pulled Leo to his feet and ushered him off to bed. Leo nearly collapsed onto his bed, feeling his blanket fully engulf his body in a warm, comfortable embrace. His eyes closed and the familiar scenes of his endangered brothers tugged at his brain immediately. But before long, the scenes melded into the memory of his family pulling him out of the prison dimension. Memories flooded his tired mind; memories of the years that he shared with his brothers, the various adventures they had together, and all of the fun that he had along the way.

The haunting memories still interrupted the good ones, but they didn't completely overwhelm him, at least not for tonight.

[koala-fluff]

Here is the voted fic! Thank you all for your patience!

This took quite a while for I am dealing with writer's block, much like how Wednsday is in here.

I do hope you enjoy this ticklish!Wednesday fic (featuring evil Thing)!

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Attitude Fixing

Wednesday has writer's block and Thing is determined to make her admit why.

Wednesday was thankful for the break. She was.

Enid had decided, for the first time all semester, to have a sleepover with some of her other friends. She had moved over there as soon as their last class had ended. Wednesday had begrudgingly let the werewolf hug her goodbye.

She didn't care for the hug, nor that Enid wasn't there to interrupt her writing time. She wasn't fazed that Enid was gone instead of sending giggly texts on her side of the room. Neither was she concerned that Enid's insecent tickle attacks had stopped, letting her write in peace

And she definitely wasn't hitting a massive writer's block, rendering her unable to continue Viper's story.

Growling, she ripped the very nearly blank page from the typewriter, balled it up, and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and fell on top of the ever growing pile of crumpled paper.

She leaned her head against the desk and sighed. Writer's block wasn't unfamiliar to her. It was always a pain, but she'd always been able to work through it.

But this time… she just couldn't get her brain to work. She'd try to write, and the sentence would look wrong. Or the wording was wrong. Or it was just… wrong.

The feeling was infuriating.

A familiar scuttling made her raise her head. Thing climbed up the table and stood in front of her, looking between the typewriter and her.

What's wrong? He asked.

"There is nothing wrong." Wednesday huffed. "Just running into a small wall."

He looked at the pile of paper, then back to her. He tilted slightly. Small?

"Yes, small."

This hasn't happened all semester.

"Are you insinuating something?" Wednesday stood, glaring at him.

Unfazed, he continued to tap away. The only change is that Enid isn't here. Do you think-

Wednesday slammed her hand onto the desk. "I do not need her around to write! How dare you assume that!"

It's the only reason-

"You seem to have forgotten, but I need silence to write." Wednesday growled, turning her back on him. "Enid has nothing to do with this block."

She does! You have gotten used to her talking on the phone-

"Haven't!"

Scrolling through tiktoks without earphones-

"That habit is annoying and I do not enjoy it."

Even the many times she's tried to tickle you while you write-

"Thing!" Wednesday whipped around, her teeth clenched and a small dust of color on her cheeks. "I advise you to drop these falsehoods before I lock you in a drawer for the rest of the night."

Thing looked back at her dark eyes defiantly. If they are falsehoods, then why are you so worked up?

"I am not!" Wednesday crossed her arms, facing off against the offending appendage.

The two glared at each other, both too stubborn to back down. Thing continued to stare as he slowly tapped out a single sentence.

I don't like your attitude, Addams.

Wednesday's eyes widened and she took a single step back. "Don't. You. Dare."

I won't, if you admit that you miss Enid during your writing time.

Wednesday looked at the hand. She shifted in her stance, but didn't say anything.

Thing waited patiently, well aware that she would never admit such a thing to anyone.

Not unless someone made her.

Much to her denial, Wednesday shrieked as Thing jumped off the table and ran at her. She bolted, kicking the pile of paper into his way.

The distraction barely slowed him down as he chased the girl round the room. It took no time for her to be cornered in front of her bed. Thing stopped in front of her, eerily frozen.

"Thing, no!" She said slowly, her eyes searching desperately for a way out.

Admit it. He ordered, creeping forward slowly.

Her face hardened, the panic slipping away as she found a small string of confidence. "No. I will not admit something that is not true."

If hands could sigh, Thing probably did. Your choice.

He skittered forward, climbing up her leg in seconds. Her small dose of confidence slipped away as he paused to squeeze her knee.

"Thing!" She grunted, kicking her leg as tiny shocks ran up it. "Let go!" She reached down to pull him off, but, much to her horror, he latched onto her arm instead.

A weird mix of a yelp and a squeak left her mouth as he gently scratched at her forearm. She bit the inside of her cheek as a smile forced itself on her face.

She shook her arm and stepped back, hoping to throw him off. The only problem, there was nowhere to back away.

She yelped in shock as her legs hit the bed. Thing held on as she fell back, flailing only a small bit.

As soon as he recovered, Thing crawled up her arm and poked at her neck. Her eyes widened as her breath hitched. She reached up to push him away, but that's what he was counting on.

Immediately after she batted at him, he bolted down to her exposed ribs and squeezed. She jolted and definitely didn't snort.

"Thing, stop!" She spluttered, turning onto her side and trying to pull him away. She could feel the laughter travel up her throat and she closed her eyes.

Of course, he didn't listen. Instead, he found that spot.

Wednesday instantly burst into laughter as he pinched at the back of her ribs. She rolled over, almost squishing him.

"Thihihing!" She arched her back as he spread his fingers to scratch at her entire side. "Plehehease!"

He didn't reply, completely occupied with pulling the awkward laughter from her lungs. She thrashed on the bed, messing up her normally perfect bedsheets.

But, despite the chaotic reaction, she was able to restrain some of her laughter. Sure, she was laughing, but it wasn't her laugh.

That just wouldn't do.

Thing paused and she gasped for breath. She fell still, her limbs heavy as lead. She was about to sit up when Thing crawled under her shirt.

She froze, her breath hitching. "Thing, dohoHOHON'T!"

There it was.

She cackled and curled into herself as he scribbled against her bare stomach and sides. Under normal circumstances, she would've easily caught him, but with the laughter Draining the energy out of her body, she could barely move as it was.

"IHI WIHIHILL RIHIP OFF YOHOUR FINGERS!" She shrieked, clawing at her shirt.

If you have energy to threaten my life. Thing signed, making sure to keep his touch light so as to keep tormenting the young Addams. Then you have energy to be tickled.

Whatever insults or curses she planned to say died on her lips as he scratched at the back of her ribs again. She lurched then fell limp, her brain short circuiting by the overwhelming feeling. She only had enough brain cells to cover her face with her arm, her laughter muffling only slightly.

Thing stopped as soon as her laughter turned into wheezing. He carefully dragged himself over to sit next to her blocked face. He stood there, waiting patiently for her to look at him.

It only took her a few moments to recover before she put her arm down and turned to glare at the awful appendage. It would've been her scariest look yet, if it weren't for the slight color on her cheeks and the slight upturn of her lips.

Admit. It. Thing tapped out, standing his ground.

"No." She sneered, her voice hoarse.

He fluttered his fingers against her neck. She cringed away immediately. Her eyes widened as she saw him start to crawl back towards her ribs.

"Fine, I yield!" She yelped, quickly covering her abdomen. "I'll admit it, you loathsome beast!"

He stopped and waited. She sighed and carefully sat up, her head spinning only a little bit.

"I may or may not…" She hesitated, glancing at Thing. "Miss Enid… a little bit."

And? He signed, obviously smug in his win.

She swallowed her pride, glaring at the floor. "And I need her infernal racket in order to write."

Aaaand?

She whipped around. "There is nothing else, you blasted child of a deformed goat!"

Is there, though? He tapped out, creeping closer. You just have to admit that you enjoy it when she tick-

Wednesday lunged. Thing hopped back, barely dodging her grasp. He seemed to realize that his immunity had run out as she lunged at him again.

He leapt off the bed and ran for Enid's plushie pile. Wednesday was quick to follow.

"Get back here!" She growled, sliding in his way.

She tried to grab him, but he skittered past and dove into the plushies. She huffed and went after him.

"You can't get away from me, Thing!" She tossed a small elephant behind her. "We Addams are relentless!"

Thing dodged her hands and tossed a pink cat into her face. She shook her head and crushed him with a soft panda. He wriggled out and tossed another cat at her.

Both of them froze as the door to the dorm creaked open. Wednesday scrambled stand up and turned around, ready to curse whoever thought it was a great idea to enter her room unannounced.

Enid stood there, her eyes wide as saucers. Her jaw was dropped as she took in the state of their shared room.

There was crumpled up paper all over the floor along with many of her plushies. Her roommate's usually neat bed was fussed up, the blanket hanging halfway off and one of the pillows laying on the floor. Wednesday's desk chair was knocked over on the floor.

As for Wednesday herself, she stood in front of the ruined pile of plushies, a poodle gripped in her hand. Her shirt was untucked and her hair was slightly undone. She was panting heavily and her cheeks were red as her glare morphed into shock.

Thing slowly crawled out of the pile and darted across the floor and out the window, closing it behind him. Neither girl reacted to this as they stared at each other.

"I forgot my nail polish…" Enid whispered, slowly closing the door behind her. "What in the world happened here?"

Wednesday opened her mouth, looked at the chaos, and closed it again. She dropped the poodle and brushed off her skirt, trying to retain some shred of dignity.

"Thing and I had a… disagreement." She answered, folding her arms.

"Oh, no no." Enid scoffed, shaking her head. "I've seen you two have many disagreements. This was something completely different!"

"We had a heated argument?" Wednesday mended, watching as the werewolf grabbed the nail polish from her night table.

"What kind of 'argument' would make you look like… that?" Enid gestured to her roommate's attire. "You're usually so put together."

Thing tapped at the window, drawing both girls' attention. I tickled her cause she was being rude. He signed, quickly skittering away as soon as he finished his statement.

"He, what!?" Enid gasped, turning to her roomate. "I thought you were 'strong against such playful attacks'?" She quoted, grinning.

Wednesday's face flushed a slight bit more. "Yes, well, he has known me for quite some time, ergo he knows my weaknesses." She spoke in a rush, grabbing Enid's wrist. "Now why don't you-" She dragged her roommate to the door and opened it. "-return to your sleepover and forget any of this ever happened."

"Now, hold on-" Enid yelped as she was shoved out the door. "My plushies-"

"I will clean up our room." Wednesday interrupted. "Now, do not speak to any of your friends about this or I will tickle you all night long. Goodbye. Enid."

The door closed, leaving Enid flabbergasted and slightly flustered on the other side. She debated going back in, but decided against it.

She would tickle Wednesday eventually. Just not tonight.

First, she'd need to somehow convince Thing to reveal Wednesday's secrets…

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Technically, this fic is based right before An Artists Question. Weird, huh?

Anyway, I do hope you guys enjoy this and I will try to free myself from the throes of writer's block to create more content!

Have a fabulous day/night and pray for Thing. He is probably going to need it...

[mickeytheticklee]

W rizz

Wednesday rizz

Ler!Wednesday Lee!Enid

Something shifted on Wednesday's day. Like it seemed like a normal school day in Nevermore, but something was off. On a sunny, shining morning Enid wasn't in her bed. It was routine that Enid came jerking and waking up Wednesday until she demanded Enid to stop it. It was odd, she didn't come to lunch, she skipped one of the few classes they had together, then ran to be alone in Eugene's lair of bees. Before their last class, Wednesday went to Yoko, keeping her monotone voice but inside she was seconds away from her voice cracking down and her balling into tears.

Wednesday: Enid hasn't annoyed me all day. Tell me where she is now or else I'm harming the first person I lay my eyes on. Starting with you.

Yoko: Chill, don't hurt me. Enid got into a fight with her parents yesterday, she's fine now but it was rough this morning.

As bubbly as she is Enid periodically keeps the sad stuff to herself. Wednesday didn't know until today from Yoko about Enid's parents, and how her Mom constantly pushes her into wolf conversion camp. When the sweet girl is sad, she never wants it to affect Wednesday. She instead separates herself and comes into public view until she's ready. Wednesday spent the remaining break time shedding her tears and expressing her thoughts to Thing in the bathroom stall. Thing said she saw Enid laughing it up with Bianca, however, Wednesday knew a part of her was only being happy as a way to hide her struggles. Thing suggested to do the code word: two snaps, Wednesday pulls a heavy sigh. Not that she didn't want to do it, but she still struggled with the how. But Thing tells times where Enid truly smiles, to where Wednesday misses it and lets her guard down by smiling. Her recalling how ticklish she is was now Wednesday's reason to make her gf happy.

Wednesday: Fine, but tell a living soul about this and I'll restrict your manicure time with Enid.

Thing swore to Wednesday as she goes to class where Enid waves at her. She apologizes for the absence and says it's because she was doing her missing assignments for other classes. Wednesday couldn't believe that excuse, she was a Straight A student all around. The whole class was spent in a study hall, both were concentrating on their textbooks about anatomy. While Enid was lodged in her book Wednesday snuck in a few side pokes which made Enid jump. She looks around, thinking it's Yoko or Ajax but they're on the other side of the classroom. It happens again, two pokes that make her jump and drop her pencil and water bottle. She checks under the desk for Thing, no sight of them but just a pair of fingers painted black that was tickling her sides again. Enid covers herself in the book and whispers to Wednesday who pretends to not be bothered by Enid's dilemma.

Enid: Addams, are you the one tickling me?

Wednesday: Yes.

Enid: But why?

Wednesday: You don't want to know why.

Enid hated Wednesday's short answers but loved that she might potentially get tickled. Any feeling or thought of getting tickled can easily erase the bad day Enid has been feeling. She secretly cheers from inside her book before going back to her sad aura for the entire period. After more pokes, and Enid's improvement in holding in her laughs the long period was over. Enid was still focusing on her note-taking until everyone left the room, Wednesday did a surprise attack on her side and neck making Enid laugh and fall off her high stool chair. Wednesday was smirking over the book, she has a thing for Enid's high-pitched laugh.

Enid: HEHEHEHE why did you do that??

Wednesday: Your tickling laughter is much different than your normal laughter?

Enid: So you like my laugh?

Wednesday: Don't push it Sinclair.

Enid did think the constant teasing and the sudden attack were all Wednesday had to offer to cheer her up. She was feeling better at the thought of Wednesday being kind enough to tickle her. But soon the black cloud came back during Enid's sailboating class, all she wishes and craves is Wednesday to tickle her. It's been clogging up her mind so badly that Yoko got mad at how distracted she was. But luckily those thoughts made her not think about what she was originally sad about. She went back to her room, coming in she didn't see the sight Wednesday doing her typewriting activity. When she closed the door she was met with the surprise of Wednesday tackling her to her pink-infested bed, tickling her sides insanely. Wednesday didn't need to pin Enid down, the deep side tickles were ticklish enough for Enid to not endure. Wednesday worried for nothing if Enid was the sensitive type who would laugh at anything.

Enid: WENSWENSWENS PLSHAHHAHHAH

Wednesday: You were quite dumb for thinking this wasn't going to happen, I gave you hints all day.

All there was as a hint was Enid being poked a few times, she never expected Wednesday to pull a tickle monster attack. While Wednesday was tickling Enid's armpits and neck relentlessly she was starting to understand the liking of tickling. Besides Enid's big smile causing a pink shade on Wednesday's face she liked that tickling was technically a torture method. A torture method that doesn't cause any harm just laughs. She liked Enid's reactions and her squeaky laugh, also how she stands up whenever the pinching got close to her hips. Since no one was here she can smile freely at Enid's laugh. When Enid had enough for now Wednesday stopped momentarily. Enid was too tired to notice Wednesday was smiling at how tired she was from the tickling. Enid wasn't out of breath, but not too passed out to call it quits. However, the call out of Wednesday's sudden attitude made her punished with tickles.

Enid: You're smiling WAITHAHAHAHAHA

Wednesday: I told you I'll kill you if you noticed my smile.

Enid: SORRYSORRY

She went back to tickling Enid's tummy, this time adding her feet to the equation. Her body was curled up, which took the right opportunity to tickle her feet and eventually get her armpit at the same time. Enid was yelling thru her screaming laughs, wondering how Wednesday became good at this. Wednesday just said it's easy, which is particularly true since her demand got Enid to lift her arms to tickle every part of her armpit. The secret is, she learned from Thing as sometimes Enid shares her secrets with the hand who's a good listener. She did another break since Wednesday and is worried that Enid would soon lose her voice over the amount of laughing she's doing. But soon the tickling intrigues her when she rubs Enid's stomach and her foot moves. She forgets how Enid's wolf powers are still engraved into her human self, which Wednesday thought was pretty cute. Which she won't admit to Enid.

Wednesday: My puppy...

Enid: What did you say HAHAHAHAHA

Wednesday: Oh nothing...

Then Wednesday ruins the sweet moments by pinching and squeezing every part of her ticklish tummy. Wednesday was becoming terrible at keeping a straight face thru her enjoyment of tickling Enid. Any slight chance of her gf catching it makes her tickle her ribs to forget what she saw five seconds ago. The thighs were a deadly spot, Wednesday was happy over Enid's NONOs when she approaches her thighs. Her laughter over Wednesday pinching her thighs was top-notch. It was a dangerous combo for Wednesday to tickle her thighs, but also move to her toes. Enid officially gave up as her body was sore from the endless hour of laughter Wednesday gave to her.

Enid: STOP STOP HAHAHHAHAIM HAPPY NOWHAHHAH

Wednesday: I don't believe you.

Enid: THELAUGHINGSHOULDOFGAVEITAWSY

Wednesday stopped, and Enid gave Wednesday a long hug. It struck a strong emotion in Wednesday, a feeling of warmth that warms up her cold heart. They looked at each other, still, Enid laying on the bed setting her hands on Wednesday's soft cheeks. Enid didn't want this to be awkward until the other friend softly kissed her, causing a sweet but unexpected moment. Their eyes widen after, but they went back to kissing. Then Wednesday took this small opportunity to give a neck raspberry to Enid, which she laughed hard at. Wednesday started to smile at how red Enid's face was, it was the cutest thing she's ever laid eyes on. Now Enid was back to normal, her puppy smiles and big smile being on and her ready to annoy Wednesday with facts about K-pop idols.

Enid: I was thinking we- HAHAHAHAHAHA

Wednesday: Or maybe I should keep going.

Wednesday says massaging her sides and digging her thumbs for it which causes Enid to go crazy over it. She's crazy over a lot of things, mostly over how evil Wednesday can be with tickling. More evil than usual. After finally getting all those giggles out she hugged Wednesday, tighter than before since she loves tight hugs. Especially the ones where she doesn't have the range to move her arms. She hugs her for a straight five minutes before kissing her again. Then they continued their activities of doing hw and Wednesday spent her night playing the cello. They ate dinner with their friend group and they were surprised at how Enid bounced back from her happy self. She lied and said she watched some Seventeen videos when in reality her girlfriend was wrecking her. They looked at each other and smiled, holding hands from under the table. They whisper I love you in each other's ears.

Enid: Love you Wens.

Wednesday: You too my little bad wolf.

Enid was blushing so hard after that.

[calicocatsarecute]

Yesss! I love Wednesday! Btw sorry about the unannounced writing shortage from me I was caught up in school stuff.

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It was a peaceful day in the dorms, but there was a slight issue in one of them…

“WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO RUDE WEDNESDAY!” Enid screeched at her roommate.

Wednesday just shrugged and went back to her writing. The keys of the typewriter clicking loudly with each stroke.

Enid felt her face get red, and her cheeks puff out of frustration. She just had to do something about Wednesday’s attitude.

Suddenly she got an idea. Enid went towards her gloomy roomie and suddenly knocked her over from the chair she sat at.

“WHAT THE HELL ENID!” Wednesday shouted, obviously very irritated now.

“I’m making you not be so gloomy!” Enid exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with excitement and mischief.

That’s when Enid started running her nails across her roommate’s sides. Thankfully, Wednesday stiffened at the sudden contact.

“You ARE ticklish!” The blonde cheered. Now she targeted Wednesday’s ribs, trying to get her roommate to smile.

Wednesday let a small squeak before a smile started to form. Her giggles were high pitched and adorable, to Enid.

“Look at you! You’re just too cute, and those dimples are too!” Enid complimented her friend.

“Enihihid quihihit ihihihihihihit!” Wednesday giggles got a tad bit higher when Enid changed her speed.

“Absolutely NOT! You are just too fussy today and I’m not stopping till you fix your attitude!” Enid huffed out, bring her hands lower to the other’s hips.

“ENIHIHID! Ihihi’m sehehrihious!”

The blonde ignored her friend and decided to go just a tad bit lower.

“WAHAHAIHIHIT NOHOHOT THEHE THIHIGHS! ENIHIHID PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASE!” Wednesday begged as her worst spot was targeted.

“Ooooh, looks like I found the jackpot!” Enid cheered as she kept on tickling her friend.

“IHIHI WOHON’T IGNOHORE YOHOU FOHOR THEHE REHEHEST OHOHOF THEHE DAHAY! JUHUHUST STOHOHOHOP!”

At that Enid let her friend go. As Wednesday caught her breath Enid brought her into a hug.

“You are so mischievous Enid.” Wednesday sighed, patting her friend’s head.

Enid just smiled bigger, happy that she was getting attention.

[raine-or-shine]

warmth of the winter

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

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

✩word count: 2.1k

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

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

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

“I’m already using all of them!”

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

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

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

“I don’t cuddle.” 

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

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

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

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

“Wednesday? You okay?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s been fifteen minutes.”

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

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

[potatohater]

Fandom: Wednesday

Characters: Xavier Thorpe and Wednesday Addams

1.5k words

soo, this is like my second tickle fic ever so im actually sorry if this shit is so cringey and ☠️☠️ but i tried at least; and i didn’t want to do Wednesday like a super uwu girl but idk what is it (and sorry for all mistakes im not fluent in eng)

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Weak moonlight crawled through the old windows of shelter. Two silhouettes were talking quietly, sound of silence and cracking leaves brought peace of mind. Xavier’s little workshop was filled with calm mumbling of him, teaching Wednesday how to draw certain things (she asked for art lesson because c wanted to draw a spider poster) but they mostly just talked about everything but drawing.

Her legs crossed on the floor full filled with canvases, paint and all this “creative” stuff that she could never reach. But she tried at least.

Boy’s hands moved slowly, showing how to colour the body and doing shades; eyes followed every movement. The night was really going.. well? At first he was surprised (actually very surprised) that she not just came to him, but asked for help in drawing something? Is everything was fine w her? But as it turned out it wasn’t something unusual, they became more closer after all this events, and they didn’t mind. At all.

“Are you sure you’re not a wizard, because honestly I have no idea how you’re doing this” she tried to repeat his movements but all seemed wrong. He chuckled. Dark eyes glanced at their canvases, comparing them, she sighed putting her work on the floor.

“I’m actually quite sorry for the last, not the whole thing, just about suspecting you thing” she continued, not a muscle moved on her face but her voice sounded pretty honest. Her hands embraced her knees and she sat with her back against the wall hugging them. Long braided hair and disappointed eyes complement the picture.

“Are you actually going to bring this up every minute we are alone?” He gave her a sarcastic look, playing with his eyebrows, but he knew that if he was her, it would be kinda hard to believe that anyone actually forgave you.

He glanced at Wednesday’s drawing and took another colour to do some corrections while she just sat there, looking at an infinite number of canvases and paints around the place.

“Come on, lets finish this shit” he poked her side, giving her canvas. She didn’t say a word, only twitched in the opposite direction, protecting her side with hand. Face was still without any hint on emotion. But he knew that there was something.

“Wha—“ His eyes met Wednesday’s.

“What?” She straightened up. Xavier was started to think that he made this up because of tiredness but one un-safe idea appeared in his head. Corners of his mouth moved upwards, forming a small grin; he just couldn’t help it.

He wanted to poke one more time but Wednesday grabbed his hand abruptly. She just confirmed his theory with out any words. Other hand tries to grab her side but she moved away. Again. Small grin re-formed into a playful smile, eyes filled with curiosity wasn’t the thing that Wednesday prepared for.

“I juhust can’t believe it” he giggled. Voice came across the room, banging on the walls and echoing in Wednesday’s ears. He moved his free hand to her stomach, doesn’t actually waiting for anything. Her other hand squeezed another Xavier’s arm. Results: Xavier in the full range of emotions, with two blocked hands, but has it ever stopped him? Ever? (Rhetorical question). Wednesday understanding that is no actually escape from this shit but murder. Has it ever stopped her neither?

Emotionless face made it really worse. Her insides were curving and dancing along when facial expressions said that she’d rather put bullet in her chest than show herself smiling or laughing.

Without a word her eyes narrowed at him. They took eye contact for a good three seconds until his hand spidered all across her stomach. She let go of his hands, trying to protect her own body from this.. strange, but familiar vibration. Like she wanted to crawl out from her own skin yk.

After all this years, it felt the same. All that childhood memories when she was a kid, and uncle Fester was an adult without any pity, he’d tickle her to death sometimes; not quite literal in this situation. He actually was the first who come up with that idea, but it’s a secret (for his own safety)

The familiar sensation come through her stomach, making her chortle with her own breath. She was trying to curl up, but his hands were too good for this shit. They quickly sneaked into her underarms, wiggling and dancing.

Yes. She felt like she was 9 again, because she had literally the same situation.

—

Back back in time uncle Fester came to Addams for some kind of holiday or what. It was the first time he met something like, her physical weakness?

She was too unemotional even for herself; there weren’t anything, not anger or grief. Just nothing. They sat alone in her room on the bed. He poked her a few times to catch her attention when she flinched from him, eyes widened that much that you could see an entire universe in them.

“Oh—” they said at the same time. “So you are” small grin cracked his facial expressions. He could see that she don’t even know what was it, and it was even funnier. He immediately crawled his hands into her underarms and that was it. It was half-choked laugh, maybe it was actually first and the last time she laughed in his presence, or at all. Her cheeks darkened when she heard her high, childish giggles. She tried so much to lower the corners of her mouth which formed a small smile. He retreated almost immediately of course, he didn’t want to kill the kid. (at least at first)

“Good spot. Noted” he fondly smiled at her. Their eyes met, when Wednesday was breathing heavily, protecting her underarms and sides.

After that he slept with one eye opened for good three month. It took her a few years to forget how does it feel, and she wasn’t sure if she was happy to bring these memories back.

—

She threw her head back, hitting the wall. Xavier chuckled at her, hands drooling her underarms even more. His eyes caught her smile. Not like smirk but actually smile. She actually tried to wipe off that smile off her face, or shook her head so he couldn’t see her smile; but he could. He saw that a bit crinkled eyes and up turned corners of the mouth, hidden by the long black hair. Her hands caught Xavier’s arms, trying to pull them away, but oh boy he was just starting.

“St-stop it” dangerous glint in her eyes had to warn him, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“You actually are ticklish)” but it wasn’t like he teased her with a shit-eating grin on his face, no. He said it with pure enjoyment or even happiness. Like he thought about it few times but it looked so unrealistic that he gave up. But look at this. The Wednesday Addams herself, cracking under Xavier on the dusty floor in his shelter.

“Oh come on”. he said, looking at her eyes and smiling. All the moments when you saw her emotions were so rare and imperceptible that the whole situation felt like a fever dream. And he didn’t want to wake up.

“Don’t keep it in yourself, set it free.” One of his hands crawled out of her underarm, and dug into her higher ribs. Jackpot.

A few light giggles slipped of Wednesday’s mouth. Xavier’s smile grew even more. She shrieked, flailed, and finally fell into helpless, quiet laughter. Eyes closed, she stopped shaking her head, so now he could see her whole face. His other hand came to her ribs, she squealed.

He just felt how his heart melted, it was first time he saw her so.. smiley, and happy. Her hands weakened, so it was just a grip on his arms which didn’t do anything.

“Is it a bad spot?” He moved his hands to her lower ribs. Giggles became a bit louder. She tried to gave him a “one more word from you mouth, and you won’t wake up tomorrow morning” look, but her smile and laugh kinda ruined the whole vibe. Yeah, and all this red cheeks face and heavy breathing didn’t pass the vibe either.

He tickled her ribs ruthlessly for a few more moments until he raised his hands up as criminals do, smiling. He obviously didn’t want to stop but everyone has their limits. And it looked like smiled 10 years ahead.

Her smile faded and eyes filled with curiosity, or it was disgust; he didn’t make out. Heavy breathing calmed down, and she looked at Xavier, waiting for him to say something. Silence was so loud for a few seconds, she even opened her mouth to say something when he handed hers painting, he fixed a few details.

“Come on, lets finish this shit” words actually sounded with a different intonation but she didn’t care. Wednesday took her canvas, and silently picked a brush from the floor to finish it. Xavier grinned at her, taking his drawing to finish too.

He won’t forget it. Never. And she knew it; he should probably sleep with one eye opened.

[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”

[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.

[luveline]

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one | part two | part three | part four

summary you’re a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. queue the movies, nachos, cherry cough syrup, and a couple of moments of clarity. [10k]

warnings teen mom!reader, fem!reader, r is junie’s birth mother, fluff, hurt/comfort, eddie being a total girl dad (<3), mutual pining, yearning etc, tw for not having much money, general mom struggles :(, slowburn friends to lovers, idiots in love!!! tw sick fic

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Eddie has the most peculiar curl tucked up by his neck. Where most are frizzy and loose, this one falls in a perfect shiny ringlet below his ear. He shifts and it's out of view, a curtain of dark hair falling forward and hiding his face as he puts your car in park. 

"Remind me why you had to drive?" you ask, ducking down to look at the glaring white lights of the movie theatre across the street. 

"You were gonna fall asleep behind the wheel." 

For once, Eddie might not be exaggerating. He grins at your lack of rebuttal and throws an arm behind your shoulders, twisting in the driver's seat to set his sights on Junie. 

"Are you ready?" he asks her. 

She wiggles. It's an ecstatic movement. Her clothes are prim and sweet if you do say so yourself, a long sleeved shirt under a pair of the world's cutest dungarees. They crinkle as she moves, pressed to perfection. 

You and Eddie open opposite doors in tandem and step out into the brisk, early night. The sidewalk shines with rain, a black slickness stretching in every direction. You shiver and pull your thin jacket tighter to your torso as you turn back to the car, intending to retrieve Junie and rush into the theatre before you can freeze on the spot. 

Eddie's already swung open the door and rescued your daughter from the confines of her car seat, neatening up the hem of one of her socks with her face pushed over his shoulder. 

She giggles about something and Eddie says, "Sorry, June. 'M tickling you, am I?" so fondly you have to avert your eyes. 

He locks the car and hands over your keys with a smile. You smile back, heart flipping like a spinning coin. Head over tails, over and over. 

The big, ring-heavy hand he holds to Junie's back reaches for you suddenly enough that you flinch.

"I'm sorry," he apologises, suppressing a laugh, "your necklace is twisted." 

He moves in a second time and you raise your chin, chest aflame as his fingers glance off of your bare skin. He slips the chain over his index and pulls, encouraging the links around until the clasp is hidden again. 

"Thank you." You huff an awkward, sheepish laugh.

"You owe me," he says, mock-severe. 

Your laugh is much more genuine as you follow him across the road. 

You're squinting as you approach The Hawk movie theatre. The title cards are hard to look at, aggressively white with black capital letters that read, 'The Great Mouse Detective 7'. 

There's a small line of families waiting by the front. You realise it like a shock, that the three of you must look like a family too. 

Eddie carries Junie with the surety of a dad that's carried his child a hundred times before; he strokes the back of her head with the affection of one, soothing the mess of flyaways she'd acquired by squirming in her car seat. Junie responds with familiarity, hands tucked into his hair and tugging. She's trying to be nice but his hair won't allow it, all his long curls tangled at the ends from a day at work. 

Still, he says, "Thanks, baby. Make sure you get the back, okay?" 

"Okay," she echoes. 

You look down at your wringing hands. There's ink smudged up the side of your writing hand. You scratch at it half-heartedly, blinking against your fatigue. 

You're exhausted tonight and it's only Wednesday. You can't imagine how you'll fare tomorrow considering how little sleep you're expecting tonight — there are a thousand things to do when you get home. Laundry to wash and press, cleaning to do, dinner to make. 

You'd been writing cheques for due bills when Eddie had come knocking, well-dressed, stupid-handsome, and announced that tonight you would be accompanying him to the movies. He'd actually said 'accompanying'. 

Despite a full agenda, you'd said yes. You're not very good at saying no. At least, not to him. 

It takes you a moment to realise you're at the front of the line. You pay for the tickets before Eddie can try it, and with his hands full he can't really stop you. He whines about it all the way to the concession stand. 

"You can buy the snacks," you say. His face lights up, and you amend, "If you're reasonable." 

"I'm always reasonable…ly over the top," he says, chided by your hard stare. 

"Yes, you are." 

He follows you down the two steps to the concession and cuts in front of you. "How did you do that? What face was that? I felt my soul leave my body." 

"That's my disapproving mom look. I'm disapproving." 

"Ah." He pats Junie's side sympathetically. 

She pulls her head from over his shoulder and smiles at you. Her arms vy for your hold. You steal her from Eddie and kiss her all over her tiny face, uplifted by how much she loves you, how happy she is to be in your arms. 

"What snacks do you want? Do you eat popcorn with butter? Without?" Eddie asks, his newly emptied arms already posed thoughtfully, a hand under his chin as he thinks over his options. 

The theatre has a huge array of jellies, an even bigger array of candy bars. There are more brands of soda than there are glasses in your kitchen cabinet. 

You're daunted. 

"Whatever you want," you say.

Eddie groans and tips his head back. "Don't play with me like this. Butter or no butter? It's an easy question." 

"I don't know. Without?" 

"You are so weird," he says happily. 

You pout and pull Junie closer. 

Standing at the side while he gathers concessions, too many things, you watch in awe as Eddie stacks it all against his chest with the sure confidence of someone who's done it before.

He grins at you from between two huge cups. "Are we ready?"

If you could, you'd leave him here in the foyer with his jumbo deluxe popcorn. As it stands, you like him too much to leave him behind. You juggle Junie and your bag to push open the doors for him outside of screen two. 

"Thanks, babe," he says outside of screen two. You bite your lip, surprised by his easy tone. 

You climb up the stairs and into your seats. You're high enough for Junie to sit in her own chair between you and Eddie and see the screen comfortably but she adamantly refuses, stretching out in your lap like an alley cat hungry for affection. 

Eddie moves into the ragtag velvet seat beside you, a million things in his lap and at your feet. He's pretty enough under the theatre lights to dull the panging ache at the back of your head. "If she won't sit here, I will. I got you a lemonade, is that cool?" 

If it weren't you'd hardly tell him. 

"She's being extremely well-behaved," Eddie notes, an inkling of pride in his tone. 

You could sucker punch him. Why does he do this to you? 

"I know," you say with a shy smile, "it's suspicious, isn't it?" 

"I don't know. If I were in your lap I might be well-behaved too." He raises his eyebrows, an over-exaggerated show of flirtatiousness. 

You reach over the arm to take a handful of popcorn. Eyes on Junie, you offer her your stolen goods and say, "I've got two thighs." 

"Don't tempt me." 

Junie all but snatches the popcorn and tilts her head back. A kernel falls from her hand and disappears between the seats. You make a mental note to pick it up afterward, ears full of her chomping. 

You'd worried she might be a little loud for the movies but there's a bunch of kids and none seem keen on keeping quiet, a cacophony of childish complaints to hide your conversation. 

"Are babies supposed to eat popcorn?" 

You freeze up. "Oh- I don't know," you say, turning Junie toward you so you can watch her swallow. 

"I thought I read that somewhere, but-" 

"No, I think you're right. Um…" Junie looks at you with obvious confusion. "Was that yummy?" you ask. You hide your concern with a strained bubbly attentiveness. 

"I guess she's old enough." 

Eddie's being very casual – it is casual. He's just thinking out loud. You know he's not criticising you. He never has, though sometimes you think he should. 

It must show on your face anyhow that you're having a 'I'm a bad mom' crisis. A mean stroke of insecurity.

"Sweetheart," Eddie says suddenly, brows pinched, "it's alright. It was just a thought. And she had no problem eating it, I'm sure she's gonna be aces. Better than aces." 

Junie climbs out of your lap and into his. He sets the popcorn on the floor to take her, and when her hands reach for his drink he holds the straw to her mouth. All the while his eyes move between her and you. 

"Okay," you say, because you're being silly. 

Junie is fine. Eddie was only saying something that's very well true. Babies aren't supposed to have popcorn, but June's not a baby, really. She knows how to chew properly. It's unlikely she'll choke. 

Eddie has to keep his focus on her to avoid getting soaked – she barely knows how to use a straw and keeps trying to turn the cup upside down. 

"Not like that, trouble. Right way up. You got it." 

You pick at the loose stitching at the end of your shirt and have to change the subject before the embarrassment of it all swallows you. Such a small thing. 

"Can I try one of these?" you ask, grabbing the first bag of candy you can find. They're a bag of Super Sour Suckers. 

He looks at you over Junie's head, startled and hiding it poorly. Then, a smile so bright it increases the embarrassment you're feeling tenfold.

"You have to! Robin said they're even worse than the normal ones, I don't wanna go through that alone," he says urgently. 

Robin is one of his friends. You're not jealous that he has friends (though you are, because you want your own, but not jealous that he has friends that aren't you). He's mentioned her in passing before. When you'd asked as bravely as you dared if they were anything more than friends he'd laughed maniacally.

"We're definitely just friends," he'd said.

You fight to stay smiling and pull open the bag of candies. Ironically, the jellies inside are shaped like pacifiers. Covered in sugar packed densely and looking almost wet with what you suspect to be citric acid, you shake the packet wearily and search for a candy that won't ruin your tongue.

Eddie holds out his hand. You drop a green one into his palm. Your fingertips ride up the curve of his thumb. 

He's unflinching as he eats it. After a few seconds his eyes screw up and he clutches June tight to his chest, raising an unhelpful hand to his jaw. 

"Holy sugar," he says, wincing. 

You bite into a pink pacifier unfortunately layered in sugar and wait nervously for the sourness to kick in. Sure enough, it comes quick and torturous. It's a knife cutting through fog. 

It's hard to feel tired when there's something this sour in your mouth.

"You can't spit it out!" Eddie says.

You stop with your hand halfway to your mouth. "What?" you ask incredulously, trying not to dribble. 

"You gotta eat it! Chew and swallow!" 

You chew miserably. He laughs at your expression – a warm and hyper sound, practically giggling. Junie joins in as she always does. His joy can't be overstated. 

The lights go down while you're still fighting for your life. Your eyes water and you have to smother the taste with a quick drink and a gasping breath. 

"You're sick. I can't believe you let me eat that," you whisper. 

"You saw me eat mine! You knew what you were getting into… Think June wants one?" 

Your outrage has him laughing again. It's a magnetic sound. Every time he does it you want to touch him, his arm one pole and your hand another. 

Junie gets comfortable on his right leg, head tipped expectantly against his chest and eyes drawn to the screen as the trailers begin. You don't bother with jealousy; in ten minutes she'll be climbing over the arm to sit with you again, or want to sit in her own seat. She may even try to walk around. Toddlers are indecisive and easily distracted. 

Even if she weren't. Even if she sat there in his lap for the next hour and a half and didn't look your way, you're not sure you could harbour any envy against him. His hand spreads over the front of her torso with fingers splayed against her ribs, stroking thoughtlessly through the fabric of her thick clothes.  

He tips his head toward your chair. "There's nachos." 

"I saw." 

"Wanna eat some before they get cold?" 

"Subtle." 

He snorts. "Yep. That's what they call me. Eddie Subtle Munson." 

You reach over the dark floor for the tray of nachos and balance them carefully on the armrest between your two seats. Eddie digs in without fuss, you fret over which ones have jalapeños on them, and Junie gets mad that nobody's sharing with her. She puts her hands straight in a mound of orange cheese. Her face is a picture when she brings it to her mouth. She's discovered molten gold. 

"Junie," Eddie says lightly, carding hair away from her ear so she can hear him properly. "Don't get cheese on your pretty clothes. It took your mom a week to get the rocky road out of your strawberry jammies, you know?" 

He doesn't care that she's mauled the food. He's worried she might stain her dungarees. Your heart goes crazy, another sudden surge of clarity.  

Junie climbs back into your own lap as the movie begins. You whisper to her about proper theatre etiquette in your mommy voice and she doesn't do too bad a job at listening. She finds the appearance of the Great Mouse Detective himself quite funny, and laughs at his grave features and expressions every now and then. It's a golden sound. 

Try as you might, you can't keep your eyes open. Junie's having such a good time and Eddie whispers funny commentary beside you, but eventually your eyelids creep shut and Eddie squeezes your arm, skin braceleted by his thick, warm fingers. 

-

"C'mere," Eddie prompts, hands vying for your daughter where she's perched in your lap. 

"Why?" Junie asks. 

He's surprised at her inquisition. "You don't want a hug?" 

She nods voraciously. Eddie lifts her off of your lap before she can use you as a climbing frame and into his own.

"I think mommy's sleeping," he tells her. 

Junie looks at you curiously. You've got a wet wipe in your limp hand, which he takes and discards, and your head's fallen to one side. You'll have an awesome crick in your neck when you wake up.

Junie gives him a hug. He loves her hugs. They're so small and sweet, she's genuinely an extremely loving little girl. Her smile when she hugs people is beautiful as yours is, though her affection is less hesitant. 

Everything's going well until she catches a look at the huge, scary bad guy Professor Ratigan somewhere in the middle. 

Eddie's crunching through a greedy mouthful of popcorn and almost chokes as she turns around and hides in his chest. He brings a hand up to her back protectively though he doesn't know what happened, eyes moving between her and the screen at lightning speed. 

"Aw, June," he murmurs sympathetically. He really is a scary looking guy. 

"Eddie," she says, dangerously close to tears. 

"Sweetheart, it's okay! He's only on TV." 

She says something that might be, "Don't want." It's not quite there but Eddie thinks she's doing a great job lately with her talking, patting her back in a silent well done as he attempts to reassure her. "Basil's gonna outsmart him, Junie. The Great Mouse Detective is gonna save the day, scout's honour." 

"No," she whines softly. 

He covers her unhappy face with his hand. 

"It's okay," he murmurs, melted and bemused. "It's okay, junebug. I swear." 

Despite his best efforts, she starts to cry. Eddie freezes up because she doesn't cry often, not with him. When she does you're always there to find a solution. He supposes the novelty of being a new person has long worn off, and that he's going to have to make more of an effort than just tickling her or petting her hair to make it better. 

Her volume increases. He shushes her, clumsy and awkward but earnest, trying the best that he can to make it up. He offers candies and drinks, he rummages through your baby bag for Mr. Bear. She takes it all but none of it lasts.

Someone in the chair behind him coughs pointedly. 

Eddie turns to wake you up. He gets one good look at your face and can't follow through. 

You're sleeping deeply, at the movie theatre of all places. How tired are you, and why hadn't you said? He'd known to some extent — it's why he'd offered to drive — but with the movie blaring and all the kids and noise and now Junie's crying, he realises you must be exhausted to sleep through it. Why hadn't he noticed? He kicks himself.

He lifts her up with his head angled down, giving your shoulder a swift squeeze and then bumping down the steps with Junie until he's out into the lights of the hallway. The door swings closed. 

It's oddly quiet and extremely bright. Junie stops crying to blink, and starts to cry again once she's adjusted. 

Eddie does not know what to do. It's a kick to his ego that he quickly accepts, though he does murmur a rueful, "Babe, I thought you liked me." 

Lost on deaf ears, his comment hangs in the air. 

He pats her back some more, wracking his brain for how you take care of her when she gets like this. Mostly, you're patient. You hum and you wait. Eddie tries to emulate you and your kind heart, walking her up and down the hall as he taps the bottom of her spine. 

"It's okay," he repeats. The more he says it the easier it feels. It is okay. He has to find a way to help June understand that, is all.

She grizzles. It's a long process. A couple of times he wonders if he's in over his head, if it's even his place, if he should wake you up and admit defeat. 

But Eddie Munson is trying to prove something. 

He works Mr. Bear out of Junie's iron grip and pinches his back taut so that his face and arms wiggle when he wants them to. 

"Baby June," he begins, in as gruff a voice as he can manage. He tries to channel his uncle's sternness, and his fondness. "Won't you quit crying? You're getting tears on the neck of your t-shirt and all over your cheeks." 

Junie quietens. She still cries, but the severity of the situation noticeably shifts. 

Eddie keeps on. "I got just the thing," he says, pushing Mr. Bear forward and making smacking sounds as he kisses both of her cheeks. "Gotta kiss these tears right off a'you." 

She laughs as Mr. Bear kisses her face dry and laughs some more when Eddie kisses the top of her head.

Eddie loves Junie. 

He knows it for a fact. 

She's very easy to love. She's beautiful as you are, she's loving, she's sweet. Her laugh is adorable and her smile is more. When she cries, Eddie finds he's never annoyed. Grated by the repetitive sound, maybe, but he can't find it in himself to be mad with her ever. He wants to help her work through it. To get you both through it. Eddie wants to be good at this.

He has Mr. Bear kiss Junie all over her face. 

"See?" Mr. Bear asks. "Isn't that better? No more tears, little girl, or we'll never see the end of the movie!" 

As Eddie says it, he wonders if taking her back into the theatre is a good idea. 

"Hey, junebug?" he says, all drama set aside. 

Junie lifts her flushed face. 

He smiles gratefully. "Do you wanna go back inside? Go check on mommy?" Leaving you by yourself doesn't exactly sit right with him.

Ah, there's the face he was expecting. Puzzlement, surprise. Junie frowns at him and looks over his shoulder, her own, searching the empty hallway for you and finding only reflective floor lights and patterned carpet. 

Eddie starts back into the screen room before she can cry over your being missing, chatting quietly but in a way that commands her attention. He's effective in the art of distraction if nothing else.  

The mouse detective and his friends have defeated Professor Ratigan, though Eddie shields Junie's head from the screen in case he's thinking about making a comeback, finding his way back to you in the dark. He picks over other people's snacks and then the abundance of your own, finding you still sound asleep. The sight doesn't spell good tidings. 

"Here she is," Eddie tells Junie, "here's mom. You wanna give her a kiss?" 

He sits down in his seat and squishes a bag of gummy worms under his boot. Junie immediately bends over the armrest and grabs at your front. You'd worried to him once that she had separation anxiety, and Eddie didn't know anything about it to agree or not. This display makes him think she might. She's clinging to you, desperately wanting your attention. 

Eddie winces as she grabs your face. She's obviously not trying to be cruel, hand stroking over your cheek as you'd stroke hers. 

"Mom," she whispers, the action itself enough to get Eddie laughing. Her version of whispering is almost like a character in a pantomime. 

He doesn't laugh for very long. You're not easy to wake up. Junie squishes your cheek and tries again. "Mommy," she says.

You groan in your sleep and your eyes scrunch together. "What?" you murmur finally, voice scratchy. 

"You're missing the movie," Eddie says, patting your thigh. 

Your arms come to life before you do. You wrap them around Junie's short torso and encourage her up your chest until you can nose at the top of her head. You rub slow lines, a steady back and forth. Eddie would bet money you don't have a clue in the world where you are. 

"S'loud," you complain. Your voice is weak with sleep. 

Junie looks at Eddie weirdly. He suspects it's her way of asking him to help out without asking. 

He tenses his hand where it rests at your thigh. "Do you wanna go home?" 

You don't answer. You go limp under his touch and Junie's weight, nose and lips set in a frown but otherwise near languid. 

Eddie's small (and alarmingly ever-present) worry for you multiplies by a hundred. 

He grabs up a bag of chips and entices your daughter back onto his thigh. She digs through half the bag as the movie draws to a finish, distracted if not happy, her face and fingers swiftly flaked in corn dust. The lights are thrown up and the noise is immense, a hundred pairs of shoes over tipped popcorn, babies and young kids unsettled, their parents eager to head home and watch their own movies no doubt. 

Eddie can't say he'd really watched the film besides precursory glances, his focus on you and your fidgety offspring. He'd been excited to tell you about his Junie success, but now he just wants to get you home.

He says your name as clearly as he can, his hand finding its way to your thigh for the third time. He rubs down toward your knee and gives your leg a shake. 

Junie climbs off of his own. Now the lights are on she can see the grand assortment of snacks laid out before her, and she seems eager to try them all. 

You eventually, thankfully rouse, you drag a palm over your eyes and cross your legs, squishing his hand in the process. He steals it back.

"Babe, you gotta get up. The attendants are looking at us funny. I think they think I've run you ragged, and while the dad tag doesn't bother me, 'cruel husband' doesn't suit me." 

"What?" you ask. 

He shrugs. "Junie pissed her pants." 

Your eyes open, lashes parting clumsily. You move like the air around you has turned to glue and moan in a quiet display of agony as your neck clicks. "She leaked through?"

"Nah, I'm messing with you. Movie's done. Getting some weird stares." 

You're quiet, but you shrug on your jacket and Eddie packs what he can of the leftover candy into your bag. He swings it over his shoulder. 

"You wanna come up?" he asks Junie. 

She raises both arms. 

You stand on shaky legs. Eddie stations Junie on one hip with one arm wrapped around her and holds out the other. You let him fold you up into his side.

"You okay?" he asks. 

Your face drops into his shoulder. "I'm so tired." 

"You're alright to walk out to the car?" 

His worry is like a rubber band. You snap to attention, disengage from his hold. It's a foreign and really uncomfortable feeling to see you out of sorts. 

Eddie walks behind you with a hand nearly but not touching your back. If you topple, he's not sure how he's gonna save you. Determined anyways, he guards you down the hollow stairs and through the hallway, one step behind you. 

It's a cool, crisp night outside. 

The smell of rain sticks around. You lift your chin. It's much colder now that night's fallen. The breeze kisses your damp skin. When did you start sweating? 

He presses his hand to your shoulders and guides you across the road. 

Junie starts her lovely babbling in his ear. "Mouse 'tective," she says at one point. You don't react, affirming his theory: you're more than tired. You're sick. 

"Mouse detective," he agrees, arm around your shoulder to assuage his own worries as he gives Junie the best of his attention. "You liked that one, huh?" Besides the evil Professor. "Better than the Muppets in New York? Junebug, you little traitor. How easily your favour changes." 

"Are you surprised? She took to you like," — you yawn wide enough that Eddie feels it under his arm, a full body thing — "a duck to water." 

He beams, relieved to hear your voice. "Yeah, well, I'm special." 

"That's true."

Eddie walks you around to the passenger side and opens your door. 

"Flirting! Awesome. You're not too sick to forget how much of a catch I am. Watch your head." 

"I gotta do Junie's straps," you say. 

"I think I can do it by now."

He's only sort of bluffing. It takes him much longer than it would've taken you. He celebrates his win by pinching her cheek lightly and then whacking his head hard on the roof of your car. 

"Fuck," he mutters as he jogs around the hood, scrubbing at the back of his head. 

You're staring at him as he opens the door. 

He puts the baby bag in your lap and shoves the key in the ignition, trying not to buckle under the weight of your gaze. He cracks quicker than he should, hand paused in its action.

"What?" 

"You tryna give yourself a concussion?" 

"Kiss it better?" 

You kiss the tip of your finger and touch it to his head. It's an instant healing potion. 

Getting you both home is easy enough, it's the trying to leave that's hard. You collapse heavily into the couch, Junie drapes herself over your lap and begs for her clothes to be taken off. Your second wind has worn away to nothing, leaving you plainly exhausted. 

Eddie can't go home, not until he knows you're alright. 

He slinks into your bedroom and tries not to look around too much. It feels like an invasion of privacy despite having made it in here a couple of times, always with his hip to the door as you search for something. He fails spectacularly and straight away, always hungry to know more about you. These days especially. 

Your bed looks like you shook out the duvet but never tucked the corners. Your pillow's on the floor, your thin throw blanket is screwed up in a ball. There's a bunch of Junie's stuffies against the headboard. He grins at their straight backs.

He makes for your wardrobe, a cheap bit of cherry wood with one sagging door. As much as he wants to outfit Junie in her goodwill band t-shirt, he pulls a soft pair of cotton pyjamas out from a neatly folded stack, thumbing the blue fabric fondly. There's a noticeable disparity between her clothes and yours. One work skirt and one work shirt hang from two lonely hangers, accompanied only by your infamous 'best jeans'. He frowns at a small stain at the knee and scratches it fruitlessly. Not her best jeans, he thinks in horror, picturing your unhappy face. He can see it so clearly, the pinching of your brows.

Junie squeals happily from the living room. Eddie remembers himself and follows the sound, finding you both on the ground. You're kneeling, blowing raspberries into Junie's naked stomach where she lays on her changing mat, a discarded diaper and her dirty clothes to the side. 

There's a big break between raspberries where your eyes drift shut sluggishly. Junie whines for another.

Eddie sits next to you. Stupidly close, his crossed leg kisses your thigh. He could wrap you up in a hug easily right here, and he wants to. Your tired face has his stomach aching with guilt. 

"Sweetheart," he says to you firmly, "get back on the couch. You look like you're gonna fall asleep right here." 

You don't argue, leaving Eddie the impossible duty of dressing your baby. Junie hates the shirt more than he can describe, loathes the fabric as it covers her face. He has to pick her up to get her into her pants, another fury. She forgives him easily once he's done, lingering by his side with Mr. Bear in hand. She pinches his back and imitates Eddie's low growl, laughing at herself as she does. She finds it very funny. Eddie can't help giggling with her. 

"Eddie?" you ask. 

He turns. You look miserable. 

"What?" he asks softly, startled by your intense expression. 

"Thank you." 

"Oh, baby," he says, loud and brash as he twists where he is to grab both of your knees. He practically throws himself at you, at your feet, ducking his cheek to your leg. "You really are sick as a dog." 

You look visibly embarrassed.

"Listen," he says, insistent, "If we start saying thank you to each other, we won't stop. We'll be a loop of thank yous." 

"I think I have more to say than you do," you murmur. 

He shakes his head, exasperated at your inability to see him for what he is even now. It's funny. Eddie thinks you've a better view of him than anybody else, that you see him more generously than anyone has ever seen him, and you still haven't noticed he's a boy in love. 

You must feel his grin as he kisses your knee, his thumb stroking over the ridge of the cap. 

"If I started to say thanks for all the things you've given me I wouldn't stop. I'd talk myself hoarse," Eddie argues. 

You laugh at his dungeon master dramatics, but reaffirm, "I haven't given you anything." 

"You don't know what you've given me," he says into your leg. 

Eddie lifts his head, weary of his chin digging into your leg. 

Now isn't the best time to declare devotion, or drop kisses into you when you can't offer any in return. Not that he's expecting you to. Not that he wouldn't receive them gratefully. 

"I should go home." 

You reach for him. Your hand moves slowly like you've a weight around your wrist, but your fingertips curve over his cheek; you move from the corner of his lip, under his eye, and then finish your circle at the skin beneath his ear. 

"Can you hug me?" you ask. 

"Yeah," Eddie says. He doesn't waste any time.

He gets up, slides a knee between your knees and rests his full weight on the couch between them as his arms curve around you and his hands feel for the dip of your lower back. He clutches without any hesitation. 

"Can I? Did you mean it like that? My arms work fine." 

You curl your arms around him and groan. "You're gonna crush me." 

"Really?" He pulls you closer. "How 'bout now?" 

"Ow," you whine. 

He laughs and pushes his face toward your ear. "Liar," he whispers. "No way that hurts." 

"Why's everybody always on top of me?" 

"That's your issue?" He pulls back. "You want to sit in my lap?" 

"No!" 

"Aw, my poor girl. You totally wanna sit in my lap. Alright, get in it." 

He sits down beside you and waits, one arm still behind your back. He gives you an encouraging tug. 

"I'm not sitting in your lap." 

"I didn't think you would, just- Just c'mere," he prompts, pulling your face into his chest. 

Your arms slide around his waist. He can feel the scratchy skin on your left index finger, a scar of a recent kitchen accident, against his hip where his shirt has ridden. 

"You're really handsy. Has anyone told you that before?" Eddie asks, trying to cover the entirety of your back with his arms alone. 

You push your face as far as it'll go into his chest. Eddie keeps you there, and soon a little body has found its way onto the couch next to you both, demanding to be included. Eddie quickly drags her in. 

Long minutes of quiet hugs. 

"Wish we could stay like this forever," you murmur.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere. If you were worried." 

He massages over the slope of your shoulder, a tight looking muscle. You sigh inaudibly, a hot patch over his heart. 

"I wasn't," you say. 

Eddie thinks you might finally be on the same page. 

-

You get really, really sick. 

"On my days off!" you croak, the injustice too much to handle. 

Eddie laughs from the end of your bed, a bandana tied around his face like a doctor from one of his awful horror movies, though the bandana is far from a clinical white. "That's exactly why you're still sick. Your body sensed the weekend." 

Hadn't it? You'd been achy and awful on Friday and Benny had sent you home at lunch, citing a need to keep his patrons from infection. Which sucked, because you'd really wanted to stick around for the very beginning of the Friday night rush and get some payday tips. People are generous when they're high on the buzz of a forthcoming weekend, especially to over obsequious waitresses.

It had sucked worse when Junie came out of daycare in the best mood ever and demanded kisses. You'd had a headache the size of a tennis ball behind your eyes and didn't want to pass anything over, and the crushed look on her face had made you cry in the car on the way home. 

Eddie dropped in particularly early that night with soup. "I had a feeling," he'd said. 

And now here he is again the day after. 

"At least one of us is enjoying this," you say. 

"You think I'm enjoying this?" Eddie asks. 

You give his precautionary outfit a once over. "Yes." 

"This is just something I had lying around." 

"Shut up! Shut up, no it wasn't!" You're voice cracks, giggly and giddy even with the spikes of pain to your tender head. 

"It was. We did a campaign, I was a plague doctor-" 

"That is in terrible taste." 

"It was perfectly appropriate, thank you very much. You're determined to vilify me. Need to slow down with the cold medicine, I think." 

You shriek as he tries to take the bottle. "No! No, please, my throat hurts." 

He takes the bottle. It is a hurtful defeat. You curl your fingers around nothing and sulk, slouching down into a sanctuary of pillows and blankets to hide from him. Extra pillows provided by Eddie. With fresh covers, duh. They smell like him anyway. You turn your nose into it indulgently. 

"You've had too much to safely be responsible for any further consumption." 

"Further consumption," you echo, eyes closing in defeat as he leaves. 

"You okay, June?" you hear him ask, voice occluded partially by the sound of the TV. 

"Okay, Eddie?" she asks. 

You grin to yourself. 

"I'm great. This looks very fun. I'm gonna make mom a cold pack for her head and then you can help me make dinner, okay? Does that sound fun? Tell me, June." 

The 'Tell me, June,' isn't a command so much as a gentle reminder that she can answer the question if she wants to. 

"Fun," she says.  

"Hey, great. Oh, thank you. Thank you." 

They better not be cuddling without me, you think bitterly, grin swiftly replaced by a self-pitying frown. 

You cough into your hand, roil in your own misery for a second and then grab the big glass of water Eddie had insisted on from the night stand. You tip it down yourself in your hurry. 

"Missed your mouth," Eddie says, appearing at exactly the wrong moment. 

"Don't baby me." 

He pads into the room with a cold pack wrapped in a hand towel. "For your head." 

"This is silly. I don't need to be in bed."

"Obviously you do. You're sick, did you notice? Stupid question," he adds regretfully, gesturing for you to lie back. He sets the pack to your forehead. "You wouldn't notice a hole in your stomach. You'd be dripping entrails in the freezer aisle wondering if Junie wants corn on the cob or mashed potato with dinner tonight." 

"What does she want for dinner tonight?" 

"Boo! Exactly my point." 

"I'm gonna go ask her-" 

Eddie puts an unapologetic hand in the middle of your chest and pushes down. "You will do no such thing." He lowers his face to yours. "I'm willing to get physical. So behave." 

You flush with heat because you're sick and not because he says it a certain way, dropping back down into your fluffed pillows without another word. 

Eddie's hand climbs up to your collar, your neck. His fingers slide one after another behind it. It's a blessed cold. You can't find a comfortable temperature today, moving between chills and hot flashes at the drop of a hat.

Or a bandana. Eddie unties the dark fabric from his neck and leaves it where it lands, staring at you without saying anything. 

His thumb presses into your sore throat carefully, the barest hint of pressure, and his lips part. He doesn't say anything for a while. It looks like he wants to. 

"Do me a favour?" he asks finally.

"Of course." Anything to feel useful right now. 

"Take it easy." He again lowers his head, talking to you with a private smile. "The sooner you chill out, the sooner you'll beat this thing." 

"Don't say that. Like I have something serious." 

"The sooner you'll beat this moderate-" 

"Mild-" 

"-affliction." He strokes quarter-circles into your neck.

"I don't need to lie down. There's things I have to do." 

"On a Saturday?" 

"Yes. There's things I need to do everyday." You clear your throat. It's useless, the lump remains and your voice stays scratchy. "I have- I always have laundry. So that first. Gotta wash it and put it out and bring it in and press it. I gotta make sure Junie has lunch for daycare this week 'n if she doesn't I have to go get it, I gotta," — you cover his hand with your own thoughtlessly — "make sure her rash is getting better. And I promised we'd do a tea party tomorrow, I have to make sandwiches!" 

"We both know she doesn't remember the tea party." 

"I promised." 

"And if I… If I tried to get all those things done, would you stay in bed?" 

"You can't." 

"But if I tried it? I can do laundry. I'm good at it. Get oil stains out of Wayne's coveralls every Sunday." 

You slump into a lump of sadness and achy arms. "Don't do my laundry. Don't do any of that stuff. I'll punch you if you do." 

Eddie bursts into laughter. "You'll punch me? You horrible woman." 

"I will," you promise, fingers curling around his arm to hold him in place. 

"Why don't I believe you?" 

"I don't know. 'Cos you're a know-it-all who dislikes me." 

"I far from dislike you." He grins at you, all dimpled and pretty. "I don't believe you'd hit me because I know you, idiot." 

"Name-calling." 

"Uh-huh. Are you sleeping or am I helping you out onto the couch?" 

While you're happy for the compromise, you have one problem. "I don't think I can move." 

Eddie lets his face fall amicably to your collar. "No, I bet you can't. More reason for me to get you on the couch. I think you've genuinely had too much cough syrup," he worries, warm breath fanning over your skin. 

You bring your spare hand to his head. He has so many curls. 

He lifts his head and you're close enough to kiss. There's no other reason anyone has ever been this close. 

"I can see your beauty mark," you say, hushed. You don't wanna breathe on him too much. 

"Freckle." 

"Your freckle." You lift and drop his curls, fingers toying through the softness towards his roots, the frizz at the ends. 

"You- You smell like fucking cherry syrup."

You abandon his hair to clap a hand over your mouth. "I'm sorry." 

He covers his own mouth. "It's okay," he says, similarly muffled. "I like the sweet stuff." 

What the fuck does that mean? Your stomach doesn't flip — it leaps right up into your throat. "You're an idiot," you breathe, caught off guard. 

"What was that?" he asks, taking away his hand. "Didn't catch it." 

"I said, 'You're an-" 

"Amazing friend and confidante?" 

You try to talk and he says, "A real stand-up guy?" 

You try again and he says, "A total rockstar? Baby, if you really think all this you should've said." 

You flop completely onto your back, away from his hands, his jokes and his lovely brown eyes where they bore into your own. Eddie hums and rubs brashly over the top of your arm until the skin glows with heat. 

"Please stay in bed," Eddie says as he stands. 

Medicine or his touch, you're feeling pretty tired. You pull up your blankets and sink like a stone, head disappearing into a mess of pillows and throws. 

-

It's much later when you wake. You move into the land of the living abrupt as whiplash. 

Eddie seems very sorry. "Sweetheart, June's past due for a new diaper, and I-" 

"Oh, right," you say, sounding much more alert than you feel. You're a girl made of sandpaper. 

"I would've, I mean. If it wouldn't make you uncomfortable, I would've tried. But I've never changed a diaper in my life." 

You scratch your flaky eyes, disorientated and head like a boiling saucepan with the lid glued on. 

"That's okay," you say. Your voice refuses to cooperate with you, gruff and too quiet. "It wouldn't bother me, but it's also not your job, so… Um." You yawn wide and cover your entire face. 

You spend a minute rubbing your eyes. 

"Fuck, what time's it?" you ask, squinting at him and bringing your hands to either side of your face.

"Like, seven. Ish." 

"Eddie…" 

"I know. I thought you could use the rest. I knew you could. And it's not urgent, you know? Come around, first. Everything's stellar." 

You peel back the sheets. You're a clammy, too-hot mess with weak legs. 

Eddie sees you wobble and rushes to wrap an arm around your waist. Completely unnecessarily, heart-achingly kind. You wince at the dampness of your shirt under his touch.

Junie sits on the couch in her jammies with a yellow-green soup stain down the front. She's propped up like a princess, a pillow behind her head between the armrest and her blanket covering her legs, cheek pressed to the cushions. Eyes trained on the TV and her bottle propped in a slackening grip, your baby is peaceful, near luxurious. 

Only a little wiggle might suggest she's uncomfortable.

You part from Eddie's side and sit down beside her, the seat warm. She doesn't even look up. 

"What, no hi for mom?" you ask tenderly, hand falling to the top of her head. She's lovely. 

She gasps, little lungs fit to burst. It's pure excitement, her bottle dislodged and the blanket pushed away immediately. She doesn't bother getting to her feet, throwing herself into your lap and assuming you'll do the rest. Of course you will. You pull her up and kiss the top of her head, though you quickly hold her at arm's length. 

"Sorry, mommy's still sick," you tell her, sympathetic at her crushed expression. 

"Mis'd," she says. 

"Yeah? You missed me?" you ask hopefully. 

Her lips part in comprehension. "Missed you," she confirms. 

You throw your gaze over your shoulder to Eddie. He stands by Junie's changing station with a smug smile. "What?" 

"You're not very convincing." 

"I'm not trying to convince you, thanks," he says, holding up two hands in surrender. 

"She didn't learn that herself," you argue. 

"She might've. You tell her enough." 

You go back to your girl, pleased at her own smug smile. "I missed you, too, I missed you so much. Missed you millions. Sorry I've been sleeping all day, you've been such a good girl. She has, hasn't she?"

Eddie sorts through a nearly empty bag of diapers and brandishes one with fish printed on the back. "Oh, yeah. Junebug's been amazing. She came in with me to see you earlier, took your temperature." You frown. "From a distance. Kind of. I held her above you. It was… acrobatic." 

You close your eyes at his absurdity, your laugh prompting another spike of pain. 

Junie forces herself closer and gets both arms around your neck. 

You sag into the contact, defeated. "Aw, June," you mumble ruefully. "M'trying to make sure you don't get sick too. Wasting my time." 

"Mommy," she says into your neck. 

"That's me." 

You know she has something she wants to say. You can't wait for the days where she can. Exciting, to think that one day she'll be able to share all of her thoughts. 

Right now, she's probably thinking, Woah, mom, you smell weird. And you look weirder.

You feel her back with your hand and cringe. Definitely time to get her changed.

Afterward, you sit with your back to the open front door on one of the porch steps. Physical exertion of any kind seems to be inadvisable; you're sweating up a storm. Junie sits beside you at her own insistence, her hand clasped in your hand and her head on your arm. You look down at her thighs next to your own and marvel at their small size. The evening breeze is a blessing. 

Eddie stands in front of you with his backpack slung over his shoulder and a checklist. 

"Tea party sandwiches are badly made and saran wrapped in the fridge. Junie doesn't have lunch for Monday but I can go tomorrow if you want me to. Her clothes are folded in the hamper. Uh, some stuff got left out, you might need to press them. Not tonight though, please." 

"Thank you." 

He talks around a smile. "Soup's on the stove. I'll come back later, if-" 

"You don't have to." 

"I want to. I wouldn't actually leave, but-" 

"Eddie-" You cough into your shoulder. He waits for you to finish. "You- You didn't have to take care of me." 

"What does that mean? Of course I did." 

He hikes his backpack higher up his shoulder and pads back up the steps, not all of them but enough for him to lean down and stare at Junie. 

"Thanks for the best day ever," he says seriously, looking out of the corner of his eye at you. "Almost. See you later?" 

Junie nods voraciously and reaches up with her empty hand. Eddie takes it and kisses her temple. He does the same to you, lips brushing soft as downy-feather over your skin. 

"I'll come back around ten? Is that cool?" 

"Don't knock too loudly," you mumble, very aware of his proximity. 

He backs up and bows like an idiot, hand moving in circles. 

You and Junie wave him off. 

"To work?" Junie asks.  

Your eyebrows jump as you pull your gaze from his retreating figure. "Huh?" 

"To work?" 

You play with her fingers. "No, he's not going to work. He's going to take care of someone else, now." 

Wayne, Eddie said, in a fondly exasperated tone that explained everything you needed to know. His uncle's self-preservation must come in similar disinterest to himself as yours does to you. 

"We'll see him tomorrow," you say. It's not even a lie, you will both see him tomorrow. 

But apparently he's coming back tonight. 

-

True to his word, Eddie Munson knocks your door carefully at nearing ten o'clock. 

Wayne's dismissal chases his heels. He'd spent an hour worrying about you at the dinner table with his uncle, fingers curling anxiously in his hair. 

Wayne had been talking about some gab the boys in the shop had heard about killer mice or killer lice or something when he'd suddenly cleared his throat and snapped Eddie to attention. 

"You're a good kid. Notice how I said good, and not smart," Wayne had said. 

"Gee, thanks. You always did know how to make a guy feel loved, Wayne." 

"You don't wanna be here." 

Eddie had frowned. "Obviously I do." 

"Kid, what I mean is, you gotta," — he'd nodded his head hard to one side and raised his eyebrows — "you know." 

"Haven't brushed up on my mysterious gestures lately. Translate that one for me?" 

Wayne had flicked up his newspaper and sighed. "Don't be dumb." 

"You keep saying that." 

"You keep being dumb, boy." 

"I don't know what you want me to do." 

"Think you better go look after your girl, don't you?" Wayne had asked finally, clearing his throat. 

So here he is to look after you. A tad early, worried you'll be sleeping on the couch with a misbehaving baby in your lap or passed out in the bathroom after an impromptu cleaning. 

Thankfully, you open the door in different clothes than he'd left you in, the neckline dark with run-off and face damp under your eyes and by your ears. You dab at your tacky skin with your index knuckle. 

"You look better," he says. He wishes he could take it back instantly, though you don't take any offence. 

"Hot shower," you explain. 

You step back to let him in. Eddie closes the door behind him without turning, eyes glued to your fresh face. He's depressed by the lingering fatigue he finds lining your darling features. 

"You okay?" you ask him, perturbed by his silence. 

Eddie's better than okay. 

He steps close. You look like you might step back, make room for him he doesn't want, so he reaches out for your face and holds it in one hand, the other landing in tandem on your arm.

Your cheek lists into his hand as he wipes away what's left of the dampness on your face. He's not sure you know you're doing it. 

"Did you take any more medicine?" he asks quietly, rubbing under your eye carefully with the tip of his thumb.

"No, I- I think you fixed me, Munson. Me and Junie had your soup, and after a shower I felt way better. It was really nice. She slept easy." 

He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. "You don't feel too hot." 

"Like I said. Fixed me. My hero." 

He looks over your shoulder at your life — at his life, or at least where a majority of it seems to take place. All his favourite parts these days happen right there on your couch, or at that table, or knee to knee with a baby that isn't his but- but-

"You said that to me the first time we met," Eddie recalls, shaking his head. It's like there's water in his ears. A few strands of hair drift into his eyes. 

You catch his elbows in both hands. "It feels like a really long time ago now." 

Months. Only months. "I feel like I've known you for years."

He strokes over your face, chin to cheek, the tip of his thumb pressed to the corner of your mouth. 

"That's how I feel, too," you whisper. Utter. Hushed, your words ring loud anyway. "You're my best friend." 

Eddie doesn't take it for a door closing because it isn't. It's a door kicked wide open. Split on its hinges. You and Eddie stand on equal ground, and, for once, the same page.

"You know I don't mind taking care of you?" he asks, hand passing over your ear to hide behind it. He wants to see all of your face. 

Predictably, you drop your eyes to his neck, pupils wobbling as you search for somewhere to plant yourself. "I know. I'm not sure I deserve it." 

"Why wouldn't you deserve it? Everyone deserves taking care of." 

"Even murderers?" 

"Maybe not murderers-" 

"The evil guys from your game? Necromancers?" 

"They're not all evil." His left palm skirts up the curve of your neck, encouraging your face back to his. "Don't change the subject." 

You press your lips together, caught.

"I actually…" — he gathers as much bravery as he has — "want to take care of you." 

"You do." 

He holds your face in both hands. "You know you- You know you started it, right? You know it's- that without your-" He cringes internally at his stammering, but he has to get this part right. "You have gold where your heart should be." 

"Y/N The Golden Hearted. Doesn't have the best ring to it," you muse, hands clinging to the crooks of his elbows like twin pooled teardrops waiting to fall. 

Eddie stares at you, floored.

"What about you?" 

"What about me?" he asks. 

"What's your name?" you demand, grinning. 

"Eddie the Subtle. Munson the Mad."  

You huff a laugh. "That's a cop-out."

"Maybe." 

"How about…" The air feels thick as jelly. Light from under the bedroom door stops short of your legs, your toes almost touching. His rubber soles, your socks. "Eddie the Indomitable?" 

He crinkles his nose. "I'd almost think you were trying to flirt with me, that's how bad that is." 

Your blinks are slow. Your eyes soften. 

"What if I was?" you ask. 

A stock-still silence pervades, filled only by the hum of the refrigerator and the droning of the bathroom light, left on. He could tell you the contents of this room by its sounds alone. 

His hand moves of its own accord, up and down the slope of your neck. "I'd say you needed a better pick up line."

"Like what?" you ask, chest rising too fast. 

Eddie takes a step and feels his jacket zipper cut into the cotton of your shirt. It's your matching band t-shirt. 

Eddie drags his gaze slowly to your widened eyes, your lashes as they move almost imperceptibly upward. Taking him in as he inches closer. 

"You're so fucking pretty," he says. 

He leans in. He closes the gap. Eddie Munson takes the leap. 

Your hand comes quickly to his upper arm and you turn your face just enough to force his lips, his kiss landing a centimetre shy of your nose. 

He struggles to keep his eyes closed. His heart thrums like a blown amp. 

"You can't kiss me," you say. Eddie struggles to discern your tone. 

His nose presses to yours. Not desperately, but almost. "I can't?" he asks, throat thick with emotion, a stickying, cloying taffy. 

"I'll make you sick." 

He turns your face with his palm, lips hovering above yours, a hair's width. Close enough to feel their heat. 

"Can I trust you'll nurse me back to health, in the event that that happens?" Would you take care of me? His hands tremble where they're touching you. He's too scared to open his eyes. 

You don't answer. 

You cover his hands and the seconds stretch endlessly, a thousand moments of terror and pining and want suddenly flattened into one as you kiss him.

He exhales against you. His relief is a palpable, viscous thing as he pulls you in and his nose digs into yours. Lips soft as he'd imagined, as he'd known they'd be, you kiss back tentatively. Sweetly.

You're kissing him like he's something that needs a careful touch. 

Eddie screws his eyes shut tight enough to see stars, firecrackers, a shattering bouquet of colours as you move beneath him. He can't believe he's kissing you. He can't believe there was a time where he wasn't.

He yields, leaning back just enough to see your face. You keep your eyes shut, your eyelashes kissing the delicate skin beneath. They move like blades of grass in the breeze as Eddie tries to catch his breath, regaining some of his composure. It's hard while he's here, this close. 

You make a small sound, a breath like a barb. The shaky demarcation of tears. 

"Okay?" he asks, more movement than sound. His lips skip over your own. 

You have to feel it. 

A laugh bubbles up through your parted lips like a hiccup. "I'm definitely gonna make you sick," you mumble regretfully. 

"Make me sick, sweetheart," he says, begs. Whatever. 

Whatever word you want to use. He doesn't care if he pays for it afterwards, he wants to be close to you now, unapologetically close. And kissing you — kissing you like this, your reciprocation, it's everything because it means you feel the same as he does. 

Or a fraction the same. He's reassured either way. If you felt a fraction of what he felt, that's enough. 

It's a lot. To be touching you, finally. He grabs at the nape of your neck and kisses, kisses, kisses. He goes slowly, not quite sweetly. He's never been as sweet as you have, never as soft or patient.

It doesn't feel like it matters. 

You pull his hands from your face, press his and your own, all four hands to the collar of your shirt. 

"It wasn't just a, uh, pick up line, was it?" you ask breathlessly. 

"Wh- No." Eddie massages the back of your hands. "No, you're the fucking prettiest girl ever. I think you're aces. Killer. Everything." 

"Everything," you say, an almost indecipherable glassiness to your eyes. 

"Everything," he says. He spreads his hand over your heart. 

You don't throw yourself at him, but you move alarmingly quickly. Arms over his shoulders, hands crossed and buried in his hair. Your laugh is magic, a bright and exuberant sound loud in his ear and then the skin underneath. He's barely got an arm around the small of your back when you start to kiss him, repetitive, chaste pecks over his pulse. It capers under your lips. 

"I don't know what kind of girl you think I am-" He begins deadpan and breaks abruptly, your second wave of laughter impossible to ignore. 

Your arms tighten at his laughing, palm cupping the back of his head. 

"You're my best friend, too," he says. "But you knew that." 

"Maybe," you murmur, your smile wide against his skin. You're uncharacteristically mischievous. 

He lets his back bend under your weight until your heels lift and you're scrabbling to stay on your own two feet and is rewarded by your shrieking laughter. 

Oh, god, he thinks, ecstatic. 

"Wait," you say, bargaining for freedom as he squeezes you hard enough to make you laugh again, and again, "wait, wait! Wait, let go. I have something to tell you." 

Eddie sets you down. He's reluctant to let you go, almost desperate to hug you now that he knows he can, but his curiosity gets the better of him. What could you have to tell him now that isn't confessional? It's like being promised something good. 

You stand sure and sweet in front of him.

"It's…" You look shyly at his lips. 

"What?" 

"I…" 

He shakes his head gently from side to side. "What? Tell me." 

"Nothing," you say, beaming. Act dropped, you take his face into both hands and kiss him soundly. 

Eddie's barely got his hands on you before you're pulling back. 

"Just wanted to do that," you say. 

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