#wenclair tickle

[bingocarpenter]

this was so cute omg >///< but like hello??? you nailed enid, wednesday, and thing so well??? love it <3

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?”

[lopsicle]

••A Summer’s Worth of Tickles••

AN: @blushyeleven having to hide that you were my Squealing Santa this whole time was so hard!! But I really do hope that you like this fic, I wanted to make something extra special for you since I thought you would need it!! Your one of my closest friends and I love you so much, I hope this makes your Christmas a little bit better!!

Summary: After a long Summer break without Wednesday, Enid returns to Nevermore and appears to be more needy to her roommate. Wednesday finds out way after finding a story on Enid’s phone.

Word Count: 4603.

Warning: SFW Tickle Fic, a whole lot of Yuri bitches be gay,

•••••••••••••••••

Being the social butterfly of Nevermore, Enid thought that summer vacation might just be the death of her. Sure, she could still talk with and meet with most of her friends, but there was a certain, darker stained part of her that couldn't be filled. Ajax's gossip sessions over the phone and going out to eat with Yoko only gave her a fraction of the bliss she felt being cooped up in that tense, raw dorm room with Wednesday Addams. She didn't sleep the first night back home, or the night after that; the never-ending noise coming from her brothers was only partly the reason why. Enid longed to hear dramatic violin pieces from the balcony paired with the chilly air that sprawled into her room from the open door, she wanted to be annoyed at the incessant tapping at a typewriter, she wanted to feel the chilling embrace of Wednesday's arms wrapped around her skin at least once more.

But, Wednesday had secluded herself to the Addams Manor for summer vacation, something about trying to discover the identity of someone who wanted her dead. Enid never thought that she'd be bitter about being left out of something like that. She had tried texting Wednesday many times, but she learnt in the first few days that her roommate was an incredibly dry texter. The fact that she signed each of her messages never grew old to Enid though, but trying decipher the seemingly random strings of emojis she used was a text that not up to her expertise.

Being without Wednesday for months was torture. It was almost funny considering she didn't even know that the goth existed until a couple weeks prior, now she couldn't imagine her life without her. Now, the only way she could get to sleep was laying on her side and brushing her hand against her arm, pretending it was Wednesday's touch. Now, she was getting herself ready on a brisk, painful September morning, triple checking her hair, makeup and uniform just to make sure she'd be perfect upon seeing her crush again. Now, she got herself to Nevermore before the Sun even came up, waiting in her untouched dorm room, devoid of light or closeness.

The door opened with a gentle creaking, Enid’s heart spiked with excitement she never once felt before. There was a clicking of heavy boots as Wednesday made her way into the room, looking exactly as Enid remembered her. The werewolf herself had changed a little, sporting a shorter haircut with more prominent hair dye. Passionate light shone through Enid’s eyes as she skidded across the floor to her roommate, who remained stagnant other than a light expression of surprise.

“Howdy Wednesday!” Enid cried out joyfully, touching Wednesday’s wrist to which she did not recoil. Instead, she observed Enid, noting down all the little changes in her mind, as well as how it only took her a few seconds to get close to her.

“Enid. You’re here earlier than normal.” Wednesday commented, a familiar sense of annoyance and relief filling her. She too had missed her roommate and all of her aggravating habits, as much as she would hate to admit it, she found a certain comfort in Enid. Someone who was as odd as her yet was so, so different, but still found a way to like Wednesday either way. It was illogical to her first, causing her to write off Enid as a nonsensical, idiotic lapdog. She still found some truth in that, but she thought it to be more admirable.

Enid remained unfazed by Wednesday’s lack of emotion, that bright, wide smile never leaving her face. It felt natural. “I cannot believe it has been so long, I have so much to talk about, so much to ask-did you ever find out who was trying to kill you? How’s Thing? Is he here? What about-?”

Enid was silenced by Wednesday’s placing a cold finger to her lips, promptly shutting her up with a small blush on her cheeks. Sure, it was rude but Wednesday initiating any kind of touch was a blessing to Enid.

“Enid, it’s 8:00am in the morning. Please.” Wednesday commented sarcastically, halfheartedly swinging her bag down from her shoulders and placing it on her bed. As she unzipped it, staring down at her belongings, she called out. “But, Thing is…comforted to see you again. You had an impact on him.”

Enid easily deciphered Wednesday’s emotions morse code, resigning herself to a silent victory. Wednesday missed her too, and that’s all that mattered.

••••••

From then on, the two of them automatically slipped into her usual dynamic, but couldn’t help to notice the differences. Enid wasn’t letting Wednesday walk all over her anymore, she had just embraced who she was and she wasn’t just going to put her life on hold for whatever Wednesday wanted. But, it was now rare that Wednesday would call on her for something like that. It would be hard to see for anybody else, anybody but Enid, but she has grown more affection, at least to Enid, in her own ways. Taking down notes for classes Enid had missed, giving her lessons on the best ways for werewolves to kill people, waiting for Enid to fall asleep first to make sure she wouldn’t spend her night doomscrolling instead of resting.

But, there was something else on Enid’s mind, something nagging and clawing at the back of her brain nearly all the time she was with Wednesday. A craving, a neediness, a desire to be physically close to her, just in a…particular way. A way that made her cheeks break out in blushes if she even tried to say it, a way so childish she was certain Wednesday would be even less keen to indulge her than normal, a way that had been on Enid’s mind all of Summer. Being away from people, away from Wednesday, left Enid with a certain coldness. Now, being back with Wednesday felt like she had a fire right next to her, she just had to reach out and get closer, only that was the scariest part.

Why would Wednesday Addams even do something as silly as tickling? It was beneath her, it was stupid really. Enid felt like a lovesick idiot whenever she caught a glimpse of Wednesday’s perfect black nails, or whenever she caught herself leaning in towards her touch. She just couldn’t help it, the poor girl had been in a killer lee mood all Summer, with her only way of getting through being fantasying and fanfiction. But now, Wednesday was here, right next to her all the time. The nagging, burning request had bounced all about through Enid’s throat at this point, desperate to be released but never quite having the will to do so. The closest she’s gotten was acting Wednesday if she was tickling, to which she got in response,

“The last person who tickled me lost a finger.” Wednesday left it at that, much to Enid’s disappointment but she was riding the high of Wednesday at least saying the dreaded T-word…no matter how pathetic that seemed.

So now here she was, cozied up in her colourful pink bedsheets surrounded by an army of cutesy stuffies, a sharp contrast to Wednesday’s darkened bed, of which she was dissecting a rat on with Thing’s help. Enid didn’t need to pay attention to that though, she found herself with her head half poking out of the blanket, hand idly gripped onto her phone which was merely a few inches from her face. Fanfiction helped her through her lee moods before, she had to keep going. If anything, reading with Wednesday in the room made it even better, Enid would just take little glances up at her impassioned, serious face and promptly go back to her reading, with an even greater flustered feeling in her heart. There was always the fear of being caught in the very back of her mind but that too just made things more exciting for her. Eventually, she had to take a break, since the passage,

“…she felt her nails dig into her hips, clawing against her skin like she was looking for treasure. A distinct gasp was forced from her, followed by some mix of whiny, high pitched laughter.

“Aww, what’s the matter, little lee? You were the one begging for this a moment ago and now you can’t take it? Sorry, baby, but I’m having too much fun and your gonna get it!”

…proved too much for her to handle. A little look up at Wednesday proved that, her heart spiked as if she was scared for her life. Heat rose noticeably to her cheeks; Enid grasped her blankets and peeled them off of her carefully, stepping softly onto the dorm room floor. She prayed that Wednesday wouldn’t notice her as she scurried off into the side bathroom and locked the door, but she was sorely mistaken. Wednesday had noticed Enid’s peculiar behaviour long before this, but this was the only time she had grown concerned for her. She wrote off all of Enid’s quirks as a byproduct of her being needy and clingy, but something seemed…different about just now. Interpreting Enid’s morse code was difficult for Wednesday, their could be a million reasons as to why she was happy right now and just as many that could make her upset. It honesty made her feel like something of a detective to try and figure out what she was thinking. And it seemed like her first clue was on Enid’s bed.

Wednesday silently trod over to the other side of the room, sitting delicately on the side of Enid’s bed as she went to grab her phone. Snooping wasn’t a good look on her, but her rational thinking wasn’t at the forefront of her mind. Something about the way Enid was blushing as she left the room sparked a curiosity, almost a hatred towards whatever had caused it. Wednesday had to know what it was, even against her better judgement. But instead of finding Ajax begging to get back together with her, as she assumed, she instead found that Enid was reading. An improvement to the soul sucking nature of social media, but still one that left her as a slave to technology. Curiosity struck her once again, Wednesday awkwardly fidgeted about with the screen, scrolling up to try and get a better idea at what Enid was reading. She did grow weary that Enid might return soon, so she simply elected a paragraph to read.

“Being a brat isn’t gonna get you anywhere, hun. We both know how much you just loooove getting tickled, so sit still, no need to get all squirmy~!”

Wednesday’s curiosity more so turned to confusion. Was it just Enid having an affinity for tickling that was causing her to act strange? Sure, it was odd, atypical of societal standards but this was Nevermore, where expectation came to die. No, no, it couldn’t of been just that, Enid wouldn’t hide this from Wednesday unless…it had something to do with her. Unless Enid wanted something from her.

Oh. So that’s what this was all about. Wednesday felt a grin coming on. She was never one to indulge others for the sake of it, but this specific method could be rather…interesting to use on Enid.

Oh. This could really be something fun.

••••

End came out of the bathroom after splashing her face a good few times, trying to retain some semblance of normality. Taking deep breaths in and out, she clicked open the bathroom door satisfyingly and made her way back to her be-

Why was Wednesday sitting there?! Enid’s heart dropped to her stomach, arms growing still and heavy like dead weight. Immediately, she scanned around for her phone, not seeing it anywhere on the bed. Then, back to Wednesday, who eventually turned to her as Enid warily approached.

“Hey, Wends,” Enid said in a high pitched tone, trying to appear like everything was fine. She stood in front of Wednesday, wanting to feel a little bit in control as the goth girl looked back up at her. “Whatcha doing over here?”

“I thought I could use a change of scenery. I was getting too comfortable over there.” Wednesday stated, as she noticed Enid’s eyes glancing around the area of her bed around Wednesday. Looking up at her with interest, Wednesday reached beneath her thigh and held out Enid’s phone. “Looking for this? You left it out here when you ran out in a hurry.”

Enid quickly snatched up the phone, not minding the light accusation that was thrown at her. She felt some relief fill her when she realised that it was locked, but that Wednesday still could’ve read it. She glanced back over to Wednesday’s face as she cautiously sat down next to her, unable to read her expression.

“Yeah, you know, I just-had something to do..” Enid answered vaguely, her mouth moving faster than her brain could. She stared down, avoiding eye contact with Wednesday. She couldn’t handle that right now.

“Are you feeling well, Enid?” Wednesday asked, carefully reaching over and grazing Enid’s side with her nails in a manner that could almost pass as an accident. With a sharp inhale and a startled look in her eyes, Enid recoiled back from the touch, her soft pyjama shirt not protecting her sensitive midriff that well. “You certainly seem jumpy.”

“I’m fine, just a little-sensitive, is all,” Enid responded sheepishly, rubbing her side preciously. “Since when did that worry you?” She quickly followed with, the subject of tickling felt a little like holding her hand over a fire. A few moments would be nice and cozy and warm, but if she remained there for too long, she was gonna get burned.

“You’ve been acting different ever since Summer break, Sinclair. You’ve been insistent of sitting next to me in every class, standing closer to me than normal, constantly blushing while looking at your phone and now running out the room for what? No reason?” Wednesday pushed her suddenly, placing her full attention onto Enid, who felt like shrivelling up beneath the spotlight.

“I just missed you, obviously! It’s been months, Wednesday!” Enid blurted out, in a tone that didn’t even convince herself, even though she technically was telling the truth. Wednesday still wasn’t satisfied with just making Enid squirm, she leaned closer to her, placing her right hand on the other side of Enid’s body. Tensing, Enid let a whine get caught up in her throat, dividing her attention between Wednesday’s face and that dangerous looking hand.

“I don’t appreciate being lied to, Enid, do you know what happened to Pugsley the last time he tried lying to me?” Meekly, Enid shook her head, shying away from Wednesday’s intense gaze. A rare smirk appeared on Wednesday’s face as she leaned in closer to Enid’s ear, whispering a barely audible,

“I tickled him.” It was enough to make Enid’s hair stand up, an icy hot rush coursing through her veins and doing laps around her heart. She couldn’t even process it fully before Wednesday’s hand jabbed into her right side, making her jump closer to Wednesday’s body instinctively.

“Ah! W-wehehednesday!!” Enid shrieked loudly-was this really happening?! This had to be another dream, right?! But no, she could feel Wednesday’s cold body against her own burning one and the way he side tingled and buzzed was too…vivid. Wednesday’s fingers worked meticulously on her, finding a balance of being delicate and rough, a light but sharp touch, like needles sticking into her body. She wrapped her other arm around Enid’s waistline, trying to stop all that messy squirming of hers.

“You seem to be even more sensitive than him, he could at least hold in his laughter.” Wednesday commented as Enid’s grip on her pyjama shirt tightened. Almost in reprimand, she dug her nails into Enid’s hips while her other hand remained squeezing at her side. Enid couldn’t help but smile widely, eyes squinted as helpless giggles escaped her mouth.

“Ho-hohohold on, I’m nohohot reahahahady!!” Enid squealed, bouncing about against Wednesday’s hold, pounding her feet against the floor. All those little, adorable reactions of hers just encouraged Wednesday more and more; she was enjoying this a lot more than she thought she would.

“Oh, really?” Wednesday purred. “But I thought you loved this, Enid.” She said in a smug tone, one that made Enid pang with realisation. Wednesday knew. But…she wasn’t being mean about it…well, she was, but she wasn’t being cruel. She was indulging Enid with nothing more than a few light teases here and there. That thick sense of dread and worry fizzled away into a feeling of relief; Enid was getting everything she wanted.

“You-you lohohoked at my ph-eeeeek-phone, dihihidn’t you?!” Enid squealed out in a challenging, teasy, confident tone, which was interrupted by a ear piercing squeal once Wednesday’s hand burrowed their way beneath Enid’s thin top and scratched around at her tummy.

“You were going to keep hiding this from me unless I did something. And by the looks of things, you seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit.” Wednesday relished in the way Enid’s cheeks lit up in a hot red, she didn’t know why but seeing her all flustered and smiley and giggly like this caused her insides to…soften up a little. Not like she’d ever admit that though. Instead, she slipped her other hand into Enid’s shirt too, dragging and tracing those powerful black nails of hers about.

“M-mahahAHAHAHAYBE~!!” Enid lightly teases, clutching onto Wednesday for comfort, twisting her body about on the spot. She pressed her forehead down on Wednesday’s shoulder, shrieking with laughter.

“Don’t hide that smile from me,” Wednesday ordered, jabbing her pinkie against Enid’s navel. She shrieked and drew her head up, hair all messy, sticking out in every which way. There was a look of exhilarated fear in her eyes, like someone going down a zip line, and a gaping, delighted smile spread across her face. “It…suits you.” Wednesday decided on. Enid didn’t have time to appreciate the compliment before Wednesday started scratching and pricking her nails against her navel again.

“I didn’t know about this adorable little spot of yours. Does it really tickle that bad?” She asked in a light, mocking tone, as Enid reeled back, laying down on her side, hearty laughing pouring from her mouth. Her body occasionally twitched whenever Wednesday really dug one of her wicked nails into her belly button. Wednesday followed her, leaning over and rolling up her shirt just enough so that one could mistake it for a crop top. She then scooted over to be straddling Enid’s thighs, resting her hands limply on her bare tummy.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Enid heaved, gazing down brightly at Wednesday’s predatory hands, her own fingers kneading away at her duvet like a cat.

“Trying to decide whether you deserve a countdown or not.” Wednesday responded, a sly sense of enjoyment laced within in her voice. She looked back up to Enid’s face, crimson and excited. Slowly, she decided on nodding, a little smile appearing on her face which almost convinced Wednesday. “If you insist. You’ll have until 0.”

“Three,” Wednesday began and Enid took in a deep breath, nerves eating away at her skin.

“Two,” Suddenly though, Wednesday’s nails found themselves scribbling all over Enid’s tummy, scratching along her belly and then plucking at her sides. She scraped her nails against Enid’s poor stomach and hammered them down against her navel.

“TH-THAHAHAT’S CHEAHAHAHATING!!!” Enid exploded with laughter, limbs flailing about like a headless chicken. Everything felt hazy yet vivid, she wheezed for air, vision becoming blurry with tears but she could still make out Wednesday’s face, fitted with a small smile.

“Aw, is it? Poor you.” Wednesday smirked, her hands felt like they were moving faster than ever before. Each second she was pressing down, clawing, kneading, tapping at a different spot on Enid’s torso, but she made sure to give extra attention to her navel, adoring the squeaks and squeals that it produced. “But we both know that your loving this.”

Enid hid her hot face beneath her elbows, grinding her heels down against the mattress. She loved hated how Wednesday was clued into her little secret now, knowing she’d hang it over her head whenever something like this happened.

“IHIH’M GOHOHOHOHNA KICK YOHOHOUR AHAHASS AHAHAFTER THIS!!” Enid howled out, her elongated, sharp werewolf claws pricking out. Her leg kicked ferociously beneath Wednesday’s petite frame, which looked so much larger now.

“Now that you mention it, your feet are kicking awfully a lot…” Wednesday thought aloud in a low tone, tapping her fingertips against Enid’s abdomen. The cogs in Enid’s mind ran a little slower than Wednesday’s so by the time the goth was scooted over to be sitting on Enid’s ankles, Enid perked up.

“Wait, wait, hold on Wednesday, not there!” Wednesday only looked back at Enid’s face one, determining that she was being playful by her massive smile. With her comfort secured, Wednesday turned her attention back to Enid’s socked feet, grazing her nails against Enid’s soles to test the waters. Enid froze, her body going rigid and still before seeming to crumble so easily at the touch. Sweet, small giggles escaped from her lips as her body relaxed and melted, slumping over. She weakly reached out her hand towards Wednesday, begging for nothing in particular, other than her attention.

“W-wehehends, it ti-tihihckles!!” Enid squealed, clenching her hands up, her knee twitching upwards from time to time. Wednesday’s smile softened in a way that made her glad Enid couldn’t see her right now.

“That’s the point, Sinclair, don’t tell me you didn’t know that?” Wednesday joked sarcastically, tapping her nails down Enid’s arches to then sink them right into her heels. She tenderly dragged her nails back up to the tops of her toes and grabbed the tip of Enid’s left sock, gently beginning to pull it off.

“Oh-ohohoh God-!” Enid giggled out in anticipation, recoiling her hands back sharply to cover her mouth. Wednesday turned back, trying to fix the softness in her eyes.

“Don’t do that, I want to hear your laughter.” She said, her words dripping with more affection than she thought possible. Their eye contact lingered for longer than normal, something deep sparked within their gaze, something that made Wednesday turn away, adding on an, “It’s pathetic,” to try and save face. She immediately traced her nails around Enid’s sole to try and distract the both of them, getting into a rhythm of scribbling up and down.

“Any other sweet spots I should know about?” Wednesday asked, half from curiosity and half to try and regain her authority. Enid squeaked slightly at the question, averting her gaze in a deliberate, timid yet teasy manner.

“I-I dohohn’t knooo-ohohw~!” Enid said, practically challenging Wednesday to find out. She obliged, abandoning her feet as she turned back to face Enid. A few pokes at her thighs and knees quickly caused Wednesday to write them off, so she crawled right back up to Enid���s hips, straddling them once more. Enid obligingly laid back down, not bothering to fight Wednesday.

“Let’s see,” Wednesday tapped her fingers against Enid’s ribs as she thought, just light enough to keep her giggling and squirming beneath her. She racked her brain, trying to think of where she hadn’t targeted yet, before a rather obvious spot appeared in her mind. A look of knowing confidence overcame Wednesday, staring down Enid with a hint of amusement in her eyes. Leisurely, she began spidering her nails up from Enid’s ribs, digging in deep enough to make every little ‘step’ of her fingers feel weighty.

“Ooo, I think I got you.” Wednesday grinned, to which Enid shook her head, despite praying, begging on the inside that Wednesday knew. Wednesday took her time trailing her fingers up to being just below Enid’s armpits but then, she just left them there, not bothering to go further. Enid’s face looked like she was about to blow, bottom lit stuck out with her gaze lingering on Wednesday’s hands in a silent begging that they’d just do something.

“Tickle, tickle, Enid!” Wednesday’s hands suddenly pounced up onto Enid’s armpits, making the blonde shriek and squeak and bounce back against the bed. Her body tossed and shook about with each little wiggle or scratch from Wednesday’s dexterous fingers, swirling about against her ticklish pits.

“EHEHEHHEEHEK!! WE-WEHEHEDNESDAY!!” Enid screamed out, praying none of the other forms were hearing her. She’d never seen this side of Wednesday before, even when got into her sadistic moods before this, she never acted this playful or tender. It made her feel special, to know that she was deserving of this side of Wednesday. How silly it was to think that Wednesday would be disgusted if her just for enjoying being tickled.

“What’s the matter, puppy? Is the tickling too bad for you? Too sharp? Too fast? You poor, poor thing, you should’ve known that you’d be far too adorable to just stop tickling.” Wednesday smirked down out her, jabbing her nails down into her armpits and circling them about. That proved to be the final nail in Enid Sinclair’s coffin, she convulsed with bleating laughter, those tears in her eyes finally spilling down her burning, bright cheeks. She thought that just a tease from Wednesday would be enough to do her in but this, this was more than she would’ve ever been prepared for.

“OHOHOHOKAY, WAHAHAHAIT, PL-PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!!” Enid begged through her laughter and besides a few mean, quick scratches, Wednesday stopped, a little unsure of herself. She normally just left her torture victims once she was done with them, but how could she just leave Enid? Seeing the girl there, below her panting for breath, her tired, drained body shaking with each deep inhale and exhale sparked something mushy inside of Wednesday. Softly, she brushed Enid’s hair behind her ear, fixing it up as Enid laid there, allowing Wednesday to take care of her.

“Deep breaths, baby, I don’t want you passing out on me.” Enid felt as if she just might if she heard that nickname again. But once she finally had enough air in her that made her think she wasn’t going to drop dead, Wednesday got off of her hips, sitting next to her. Enid sat up, fitted with the brightest, joyous face that Wednesday had seen since she got back to Nevermore. She couldn’t even stop herself from pulling Wednesday into a hug, who froze at the sudden warmth before slowly relaxing into it.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! Your literally the best, Wednesday, that was just so-fun! I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what else to say, I thought you-thank you for being..okay will that stuff!” Enid squealed in delight, pulling away from the hug. Wednesday’s brow furrowed, did Enid really think she had to hide something like that from her? She took in a deep breath, considering her next words, and actions, carefully. She took Enid’s hands in her own, choosing to stare down at them, not thinking she could handle staring at Enid right now.

“Enid, for the past 30 minutes, I’ve been attempting to properly dissect a rat on my bed. It would be hypocritical of me to ever judge you for any of your interests when you’ve been so tolerant of mine. Don’t feel as if you need to hide things like this from me in the future.” Wednesday commanded, meeting Enid’s gaze, which was laced with sentimentality. Enid nodded, wiping her eyes as her smile became as delicate as glass and as wobbly as a tight rope.

“Of-of course, thanks Wends, really, it means a lot.” Enid choked out, before a small idea came to mind on how to pay Wednesday back for how shockingly sweet she’d been today. Extending a large claw on her index finger, she grinned at Wednesday.

“Need a hand with your dissection?”

Despite the cool, winter temperature, Wednesday oddly felt her cheeks heat up as she considered Enid’s offer, before promptly nodding, if only so she could turn her face away.

“That would be appreciated.”

[xmidnightfire]

Querida

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[44556678]

The perfect way to start Summer Vacation

Fandom: Wednesday

Characters: Wednesday & Enid

Warning: Tickling, light swearing & fluff

Ler, Wednesday. Lee, Enid.

Enid, after a long 24/7 day of school, flopped on her bed practically fell asleep. As it was the last day of school for that certain grade, they had somewhat of 2 and A half months until they had to go to school for the next grade.

In the morning Wednesday was awoken by Enid's loud pop music, as usual she told her to turn it off, and again as usual Enid just turned it down A little bit. "Do you need me to come over again?!" Wednesday said. "Do you need therapy?" Enid joked. However it did not hit Wednesday the way she wanted it to. *Enid, this is you last fucking warning." Wednesday said as she got up from her bed and turned the music off. "Hey! Way to start Summer Vacation!* Enid whined as she folded her arms and frowned at Wednesday, Wednesday ignored her attempt at trying to make her feel guilty as she asked her a question. " Why did you decide to blast Music while you could clearly tell I was sleeping?" Wednesday asked her dear friend as Enid just stood there silent "Hello?" Wednesday snapped her fingers a few times to try and get Enid's attention, it was useless. "Well, looks like I'm gonna have to tickle the truth out of you then" Wednesday said.

Before Enid could even react she was already on the floor with a smirking goth girl above her. As Wednesday looked her up and down, as she searched where to tickle first. "Enid, if you the chance to redeem yourself, would you take it?" Wednesday asked the baby teen werewolf before going for the kill. "W-well maybe, I don't know!" Enid said, her voice scared, eyes wide, and mouth slightly open out of excitement, I-I mean fear. "Well, looks like I'm going for your worst spot." Wednesday said as she went for Enid's unreasonably ticklish chest. As Wednesday was tickling Enid she started thinking of all the things they should... Not should, could do together, it was going to be a fun one. She thought to herself. It is going to be a fun one! She thought to herself more confidently this time. "HAHAHA WEDNESDAY I'LL TELL YOU! I'LL TELL YOU I'LL TELL YOU I'LL TELL YOU!" Enid screamed of laughter, as Wednesday stopped and got off of Enid she didn't demand the truth, instead, she decided to make Enid feel just slightly happier. "Now Enid, was that fun?" Wednesday asked her girlfriend I-I I-I I-I I-I mean friend while smiling nicely. "Wednesday... That smile is adorable! And yes, I did have fun!" Enid said as she smiled back. "Good, this was the best way to start Summer wasn't it." "Yeah, it was." They both embraced each other in a kiss *spits out water* I mean a Hug, yes, just a normal hug, perfectly normal, (it was a kiss.)

[imherequeerandgotexistentialfear]

Oh my god…they were roommates

That’s a funny joke, Netflix…

Netflix…

[rockbottomramblings]

wenclair au where wednesday stumbles into the nearest establishment she can find to take shelter from the sweltering summer heat, only to discover it’s a cat cafe.

she hates the colours, she hates the fur that tickles her nose, she hates the tackiness of the tabletop, sticky little ring silhouettes left behind as spectres of the ridiculously syrupy drinks that lay there before; and above all, she hates the unnecessarily cheerful blonde abomination stood grinning at her behind the counter as she squirts whipped cream directly into her mouth, the glittery nametag informing her of a name she equally hates - Enid.

she hates that she returns the next day, and the next, and the one after that. she hates that she’s slowly learning the difference between Milly and Molly, two near identical black cats that have taken a liking to her.

she hates how she now knows the back booth is reserved exclusively for her, the table pristine, a freshly made quad over ice waiting expectantly. she hates the soft “thank you” that falls from her lips.

she hates the way she finds herself smiling softly as she watches the barista have what appears to be a very serious conversation with Alfred, an incredibly old, incredibly deaf ginger tom.

she hates the way the blush creeps up her neck when she’s caught staring, a wolfish grin and a wink thrown casually in her direction. she hates the way Enid’s name is permanently at the tip of her tongue as though she’d been saying it all her life, she hates the way she can’t help but add a softness when she allows her tongue the freedom to say it.

she hates the way Enid stumbles over her words as she asks to take her out to dinner. she hates that she replies with the affirmative before the blonde has even finished her sentence, both turning a violent shade of red.

she hates the weakness in her knees, the light perspiration of her palms and the way she can feel her cheeks dimple as another rogue smile finds its way upon her face.

she hates how reminiscent she is of her father, and how easily she had allowed herself to be ensnared by her enigmatic opposite. she hates the steadying weight of Enid’s hand in hers, she hates the way her traitorous heart thunders as the mere thought of the woman, but mostly, she absolutely despises the way she doesn’t hate it at all, not one, tiny bit.

[streamat4am]

For a writing request, Wenclair in the streamer au when it’s their first time sleeping together as a married couple.

Tag: Soft smut, fingering, theyre just gay asf your honor

It starts with a kiss

Enid quite frankly doesn't know how she got into this situation but as she presses her lips on her wife's back, she doesn't care.

Wednesday humms, ever so half asleep but even then her hands tug at Enid's wrist to go and finish what she started.

The wolf huffs, pressing open mouthed kisses along her dear's throat as she slips her fingers under to cup at welcoming heat.

"this okay?" Enid murmurs as her fingers began to carefully rub circles along Wednesday's clit. The heiress gives a languish nod, her hair tickling the blond as she sinks deeper into her hold.

There is no rush to this and Enid takes her time helping her wife reach her peak. Slow and steady wins the race after all and Enid is content to simply listen to the soft sighs that leaves Wednesday's lips and the way her thighs tense when she rubs just right.

"beautiful," Enid whispers, her smile growing as she slips two fingers inside. She curls it with the same slow pace as before and Wednesday groans, her hips pressing and grinding against the wolf's palm.

"don't tease," Wednesday gasps, finally opening her eyes to try and glare over her shoulder. It would've worked, if it were two years ago and Enid didnt think Wednesday looked absolutely lovely right now.

Enid gives her a kiss in reply but she listens. Wednesday lays her head back into Enid's shoulder, her thighs tensing around the blonde's wrist as Enid sped up, making sure to press just right at that one spot.

Wednesday finishes with a breath, her eyes fluttering opening as her chest rises and falls.

"horrid mornin'," she mumbles out, tilting her head to give a kiss at Enid's jaw.

The wolf sighs, absolutely burning with love as she brings Wednesday to a chaste kiss.

"good morning to you too," Enid whispers right back and all is right in the world.

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I was watching The Proposal the other day and of course I imagined wenclair being the mcs. Like Wednesday would be Margaret and Enid would be Andrew. I know Margaret has no living family but for Wednesday it would just be her usual loving them but wanting her space and Enid's situation would be more similar to the actual movie with her having a rough relationship with them overall and having few good relationships with a grandparent or something. Anyways so wenclair would work together and, just like in the movie, they would crash into each other naked and freak out which would set into motion them getting closer bit by bit. Maybe thing would be a pet or we can keep him as a hand and that eagle would swoop down to take him? I'm not sure I was just tickled by the thought of them in that one naked scene and ran with it. I really recommend it to anyone who hasn't watched it.

Anon you just like me fr, I too think of the mcs as Wenclair

And I haven't actually watched the proposal! This certainly sounds like a movie though bc damn???

[lopsicle]

What about Enid (with Thing's assistance) tickles Wednesday bc she saw her smile once and really wants to see her dimples. (Hope this is ok. Just thought it would be cute lol. Jenna's dimples might be the cutest thing ive ever seen)

Oh! I actually had an idea similar to this, where Wednesday was trying to ask for tickles from Enid, but was struggling so Thing decided to tickle her to show Enid what she wanted, and I may end up writing that but right now I like this one more!

Smiles of laughter

Characters: Lee! Wednesday; Ler! Enid, Ler! Thing

Warnings: Death mention, tickle fic.

Enid’s fingers slowly moved the nail varnished covered brush down Thing’s sprawled out fingers, who was laying like a cat in front of Enid’s cross legged. Her movements were slower, and more absentminded because there was one image that she couldn’t take out of her mind. Wednesday Addams smiling. It seemed virtually impossible, totally out of character for the goth girl, but Enid caught a small glimpse of it earlier today when she entered the room.

Wednesday hadn’t even realised Enid saw her, she thought her face was mostly covered by the book she was reading, but it didn’t hide her rare joy to see her friend. The two had barely spoke tonight, Enid had no idea how to bring it up, or even to get her to smile again. Her thoughts were interrupted by a frantic tapping onto the vibrant covers of her bed. Looking back down at the severed appendage, she noticed some of the nail polish she was applying had accidentally been brought down to its finger. ‘Oh! I’m sorry, Thing!’ The girl quickly apologised, which caused Wednesday to briefly look at the two before turning back to her book. The werewolf reached her hand over to her drawer and pulled out a wipe and cleaned off the polish from Thing’s fingers, who shrugged at her, asking her why she lost focus. Enid stared down at Thing, then over to Wednesday to confirm she wasn’t paying attention, then back to Thing. She reached over and placed the hand on her shoulder, tilting her neck away from Wednesday as she spoke to it. ‘You gotta promise me you’re not gonna tell anyone,’ she prompted, which Thing tilted at, seemingly asking why. ‘Because she’ll kill me if anyone knows about this!’ She said in a whisper shout, which made Thing get the message as they waited patiently for an answer. ‘I saw her smile earlier.’ Thing practically jumped upwards in surprise, and Enid quickly raised her arms and caught the hand mid air. Wednesday turned again and raised an eyebrow, Enid could feel her heart beating faster as a bit of colour moved to her cheeks. ‘He..fell,’ she said slowly, not being able to think of any other convincing lie. Wednesday let out a small hum in response, not having the energy to retort against the girl.

Enid let out a sigh of relief as she turned to Thing was a disgruntled expression who apologetically tapped her wrist. Enid let out another low sigh and dropped Thing onto the bed, who crawled back onto her lap. He tilted at the Nevermore student, questioning what she’d do next which Enid also shrugged at. She let him crawl back up to her shoulder and kept talking, leaning her head back onto her bed frame. ‘It’s just..her smile was so pretty..’ she gushed quietly, her own smile curling onto her face as she played with a lock of her hair ‘and I don’t really know how to get her to smile more.’ Thing would smile at the girl if he could, the bond the two girls had was something different, it was stronger then anything else in the school walls. Though, it seemed like a small lightbulb went off inside of him when he thought of a solution to Enid’s problem. He moved closer across her shoulder and began gently scribbling his nails against her exposed neck. Her breathing hitched against the unexpected touch and she batted his fingers away,squirming her legs slightly as she bit on her lip to not let any laughter out. Thing quickly brought his newly painted nails away, seeing the girl already struggle to keep in her laughter. ‘Thing!’ She hissed at him with a quiet voice. ‘What was that for?’ He tapped on the bed, and then pointed over to Wednesday. Enid tilted her head in confusion at the hand, but something clicked inside her Jane he wiggled his fingers. Wednesday Addams was…ticklish? A second light bulb went off and her mouth went into a small ‘o’ shape. ‘That’s how I can make her smile!’ She whisper shouted at thing, her own smile curling onto her face as she looked down at a rather proud, or smug, it’s hard to tell, Thing.

Wednesday had been buried in her book for the last half an hour, and only recently had drawn her attention away to Enid and Thing. She knew the two could be hiding something, seeing as it wasn’t in Enid’s typical nature to remain quiet, but maybe she was being considerate for once. It wasn’t until she felt her mattress sink that she peered upwards, and saw an unusually happy Enid. Well, it wasn’t unusual for her to be happy, but she seemed even more overjoyed at the moment. She raised an eyebrow, almost expecting Enid to speak before breaking the silence. ‘Wouldn’t you prefer to stay on your own side?’ She prompted her to leave, though it was more polite then what she’d say to other people. ‘No, I think I prefer it here actually!’ She smiled even wider, which struck Wednesday as a little off. ‘If you want something, you have to ask for it,’ she said, deciding it to be the reason for the girl’s unusual behaviour. Truth be told, the colourful girl was only distracted her while Thing crawled onto the other side of the bed, leaving Wednesday between the two. ‘Well, I guess there is something I want,’ she said, leaning her back against the bed frame as she tilted her neck to be able to look at Wednesday. ‘Well, spit it out now then, Sinclair,’ she ordered, looking up at the girl expectantly.

As the words let her mouth, she felt a long nail begin to trace upwards from her hip. She flinched back towards Enid, turning to see Thing next to her, when Enid’s hand began squeezing her side. ‘Hm, whatever your doing, you should s-stop it, now,’ she barked out, trying to keep her composure. She did manage to keep a straight face and her laughter remained bottled up in her throat, but Enid could tell her methods were working. Like most things with Wednesday, she managed to keep her reactions very well hidden, but her roommate always noticed when something was off, like how she stuttered when she was talking, or the way she recoiled from Thing’s touch. ‘You really are ticklish!’ Enid gasped out, letting her hand trail over to Wednesday’s stomach. Given that Wednesday had rarely been tickled before, she was finding it increasingly difficult to find a way to react. Instinctively, she tried grabbing at Enid’s hands but that proved useless once Thing’s fingertips shot into her armpits. She pulled her arms down to her sides, and tried to refrain from kicking her legs. She bit down on her inner cheek, an action that thankfully went unnoticed by the two.

‘Come on, why don’t you laugh? Or at least smile, for me?’ Enid offered, but it was more of a demand as her king colourful nails sink into Wednesday’s stomach, making the girl wince, not out of pain, but out of annoyance from the tickling. Well, sort of. She did it on purpose, because she truthfully didn’t mind the tickling. She could never admit that though, it was too childish and happy of an interest that even her carefree self wouldn’t be able to admit it in the slightest, which she luckily wouldn’t have to do. ‘Hm, what if I tickle you right..here?’ Enid asked, scratching a single finger at the girl’s navel. With the tickling focused at a single, small spot, it became a lot harder to keep her composure. Her leg kicked once suddenly, her eyes squinted ever so slightly in seeming frustration and she couldn’t even open her mouth to send a remark at Enid, fearing that her La if her would pour out if she did. ‘Oh, that definitely got a reaction out of you!’ Wednesday shook her head quickly, denying her roommate’s accusation which Enid giggled at. ‘

‘Okay then, not here..then what about here?’ She asked, pinching and circling her fingers at the girl’s thighs. While her thighs weren’t her most sensitive spot, they were still fairly ticklish and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep a straight face. She allowed the edges of her lips to curl ever so slightly, it felt as if a weight was lifted, but an even heavier one was put on her when she felt a subtle scratching at her ribs from Thing. Her legs kicked once more, before she planted her heels against the bed, inching away from Thing’s fingers. ‘Oh, you must have found a good spot up there, huh?’ Enid teases once more, which just made the tickling all the more worse. The goth had no idea how to respond to teasing at all, she felt like she wanted to curl up, but didn’t want to look weak. It wasn’t until Enid’s nails suddenly plunged into the back of her knees that she lost her composure. Her legs jolted away from her nails, she softly batted at Thing and a very small smile made its way onto her face. With her having no idea what to do, she dropped her book onto her face to hide it muffled laughter poured out of her mouth. ‘Nahaahahahahaah!’

The sound made Enid perk up as she turned to the rather adorable sight. ‘Aw, Wednesday, you really should laugh more, it’s adorable!’ She cooed, scribbling her against her knees. Wednesday instinctively curled her knees closer to her, which just gave Enid a chance to crawl up to her. She pulled the book from her face as Thing continuously tapped at her ribs like a piano, and all she could do was try and wiggle away from him, or slap down on his fingers, which she much preferred. Needless to say, Enid could’ve practically melted at the sight that she saw. Wednesday’s eyes were squinted slightly, and her smile was so unbelievably pretty. She took a couple of seconds to just pause and stare down, more and more laughter being let out by the girl causing her to blush even more. ‘Staahaahahahap!’ Wednesday ordered, trying to sound threatening which was hard through all the laughter.

‘Oh! Right! Of course!’ Enid nodded, shaking her head and blinking a bit before shooing Thing away gently. Wednesday took in some deep breaths through her nose, fixing her face to her neutral, somewhat disgruntled expression before sitting up and turning to Enid. ‘If you tell anyone about this-,’ she started, but was quickly interrupted ‘yeah, you’ll kill me, I know, I won’t!’ Enid reassured her, which caused Wednesday to sigh and look away. After a moment of consideration, she asked ‘why did you do that?’

Enid took a few seconds to think. She didn’t really want to lie to Wednesday, but she wasn’t sure how she’d react. Still, her kind nature wouldn’t allow her to do she decided to tell her the truth. ‘I..wanted to see you smile,’ she said cautiously, ‘it’s pretty.’ She added.

Wednesday sat in silence for a couple of moments, before looking up to a somewhat worried Enid.

‘Yours is too.’

[z-1-wolfe]

personally i find this hilarious

[trialbystory]

Favorite color: Indigo & Gold

Favorite flavors: Cola, Orange, Apple

Favorite music: Symphonic/Power Metal ( Within Temptation, Blind Guardian, Sabaton, etc), Classic Rock (Rush, ACDC, & Led Zeppelin in particular), Sea Shanties (mainly The Longest Johns)

Favorite movie: the 2008 live-action Speed Racer

Favorite series: Bakuman, Leverage(including Leverage: Redemption), Wednesday, RWBY, Ted Lasso. And branching into print media Megatokyo, Wheel of Time, Circle of Magic, and Locked Tomb

Last song: Say My Name by Alex Brightman & Sophia Anne Caruso from Beetlejuice (The musical, the musical, the musical)

Last series: Last series I watched an episode from was Heels, last series I finished a season of was either Ted Lasso or RWBY.

Last movie: I don't actually watch too many movies, so I think it was technically the virtual watch party I had with some friends for Rocky Horror Picture Show just before Halloween (or I've possibly watched my bootleg copy of Beetlejuice the musical since then, Desert Bus always makes November kind of a blur)

Currently reading: Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson, also on my third pass of The Locked Tomb series while I wait for book 4 to come out

Currently watching: Deciding on starting a rewatch between Leverage, Bakuman, and Code Geass

Currently working on: Spirit of Competition's next chapter, a 5-part WhiteRose story I've been (very) slowly picking at that will be called The Hammer & Anvil Song, and early/planning stages for an untitled DWR fantasy-set story, an untitled Weiss/Ilia/Cinder (I think I'm gonna calll the ship Prismatic Blizzard since I haven't seen an established name) fic based around magic and/or alchemy, and a Wenclair fic vaguely inspired by the Locked Tomb but not a 1for1 AU like SoC is for Arcade Spirits. Oh, and I'm crocheting an Eeyore scarf for my mom for winter holidays. I'm supposed to tag people. Tagging people makes me feel awkward. How 'bout you just take a swing at this if it tickles your fancy. I definitely won't use it to farm new music/book/fic recommendations to add to the relevant TBR piles.

GETTING TO KNOW YOU — answer the questions below, then tag nine others that you would like to know better.

TAGGED BY : @lemusegallery

TAGGING: @asexxxualauthor @freeusemuses @bxrninglegends @royleteas @shichishi-chii @gytech @tokufan400 @firestormmaidenanddragon @raunchyremnant

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Violet, Crimson, Emerald

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): depends on what the thing is but generally: chocolate, Cherry, and Green Apple

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: mostly cinematic orchestral music, jrock, metal, celtic

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): Star Wars (I-VI), LOTR, some Batman movies, MCU (Until Endgame), The Godfathers I-II, Harry Potter movies, Ip Man (1-4), Mel Brooks movies.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Avatar TLA/LOK, BBC's Merlin, Naruto, Fairy Tail, One Piece, Bleach, Bkue Exorcist, FMA:B, Demon Slayer, Fate, Scrubs, plus many more

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Day of Fate cover by Gladius

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: How I met your Mother

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: Captain America: the First Avenger

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: nothing (I don't do much reading)

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: Phineas & Ferb

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: Muse and Au information.

[44556678]

Wednesday tickles Enid.

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

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

Settings: Ler!Wednesday Lee!Enid

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

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

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

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

[r4ineyday]

warmth of the winter

» summ: 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 for you, scroll ❤︎]

“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, 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 tail that flicked into view. Wednesday didn’t reply right away, focusing on positioning herself comfortably in Enid’s blanket pile— then blinked 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! Sick, huh?” She exclaimed, beaming at her newly acquired features. Wednesday nodded, finding herself bringing one of the blankets to her lap, appreciating the warmth of the fleece on her fingers. “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. Something Wednesday couldn’t help but find comforting during this harsh winter.

“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 small 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, 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’d possibly realize–like so many others–that she might 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, “Y-Yeah—“ Enid’s dopey smile spoke louder than any sputtered words could, but was interrupted when suddenly a pair of lips gave her a quick peck. 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 distant 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.

At this point, she’d lost any remaining control she had over her laughter, bursting into another fit of squeals as she jolted to the side. 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 sweet side…” She teased, immediately sitting up with a wide nervous 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. Suddenly the novel wasn’t as important as it was just a short ten minutes ago, and she’d forgotten about the cold—barely even noticing the tears that trailed down her cheeks. She wasn’t sure if this was right, was this what love felt like?

[midnightlovestories]

So here's the thing : The Addams Family is a very difficult fandom to write for (speaking as someone who arguably have some experience of writing for this fandom) - seriously, it is really really difficult to be creative here and here's why - they are perfect family unit, loving and supportive and whats not. Good. Great. This is why we love them, right?

Gomez and Morticia? Couple goals. Madly in love and absolutely devoted to each other. As parents - A+++ parenting. Their children are supported and encouraged to explore their independence and individuality. Brilliant. Perfect.

So where do you go with it story wise, what new content can you create that wasn't already done and recycled? Nowhere. There's no story.

There's a reason why majority of fan fiction in the TAF fandom are one shot smuts or (very few) significantly AU chapter stories (this goes for my own writing as well) because those characters are too perfect and too cartoonish to work with outside of parameters of what was already explored in the 60s tv show and 90s movies.

So what do you do? You create artificial drama - artificial, even cliché conflict which in the Addams Family works primarily between two characters Wednesday and Morticia. It's artificial and ooc but it's practically the only way to create something tangible within this universe without going wildly AU.

Charles Adams created cartoons, and those characters are just that - cartoonish. There's no depth and no real character progression to speak of, nothing to really sink your teeth in. As a writer, you practically work from scratch - 60s Morticia and 90s Morticia are practically completely different, beside the fact that they are both devoted to their family, loving wives etc.) but essentially, Anjelica Huston created her own Morticia. So realistically, where can Catherine Z Jones, in her own portrayal of Morticia, go from there? Or Jenna in her Wednesday? What can the writers do with those characters that would please the fans but without copying from what was done before because what's the point of recycling the material again and again? What story can they create within this universe that would be new, not recycled, not copied from what was already done within the Addams Family but would be close to the original idea? Honestly, I have no idea. Which is why I'm far from criticising netflix's Wednesday.

Is the new show rocking my boat? No. I have no interest in the school life of a teenage Wednesday and her friends. Zero cares given. But I can still appreciate what they’ve done to create, arguably, a completely new Addams Family content that seems to resonate with a lot of young people, Wenclair fans included - it is really not bad. Not bad at all. Not everyone will like it and that's completely fine, because not all content is created specifically for us and you're not going to enjoy every incarnation of the Addams Family no matter how devoted you are to the fandom.

Now, Gomez and Morticia are my OTP. Do I want to see the adventures of teenage Gomez and Morticia in Nevermore Academy? Fuck no, because I'm an adult and TV show about teenagers, even if it's Gomez and Morticia, doesn't tickle me at all.

Ideally? I would love Gomez and Morticia focused live action movie that would cater to older demographic. I want it dark and I want it sexy and not at all a family movie. What are the chances of that happening? Probably zero.

But anyway, this is my take on this.

[aphroditesmoon]

cherry pit

wenclair x @doxyali /part elf!oc

summary: tickling isn't so fun when you're on the receiving end.

warnings: fem!reader/oc, african american reader/oc, requested by @doxyali

a/n: you can read it as an x reader too<3

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The two girls have given up in trying to figure Rose out, being part elf means she was harder to read than most. She only has certain elfish traits, and the other are humans.

And despite inheriting her mother's pointed ears, the sensitivity of it laid somewhere else.

It started when Rose had found out that Enid was extremely ticklish on her neck, since then it was endless torture for the werewolf, always fighting againts her girl's hands snaking onto her neck.

Wednesday was safe for now, having hid her weaknesses well, she only indulges in the suffering of Enid.

This to the blonde, had meant war.

She had lost sleep and wasted time trying to figure out her death spot, from her ears to her toes, but to no avail was it figured out.

"Give up Enid, I'm invincible." Rose teased with wide grin, lying on her back on the bed.

Enid growls and slumps herself next to her.

"You are not invincible." Wednesday declared.

"Enid just haven't tried hard enough."

The werewolf rolled her eyes. "That's brave coming from someone who doesn't even want to participate."

The raven haired girl gives them a rare smirk and shook her head, going back to her typewriter.

That night, Rose laid on her right side with her back againts Enid's chest. Their hands intertwined as she slightly toss and turn, unable to sleep.

Enid groans and releases her hand, letting it fall to her waist, grazing her stomach.

The elf flinched and gripped Enid's hand, pulling it away from her belly. "That tickles, stop it." She grunted in her sleep.

The room was silent for a second before Enid slowly moves her hand back to the spot.

Rose snaps up and glares at her sleepily, "I will bite your nose off." You warns. "I didn't do anything!" She replied with a big grin.

The elfling sighed and walked up towards Wednesday's bed, rolling in next to the sleeping girl.

Closing her eyes despite Enid's protest, she turns her face down in the pillow to resume her sleeping, only to feel Wednesday's hands creep at her belly button.

Rose jumps awake and curses loudly, feeling the girl smile againts her shoulder as her hands move to tickle her.

"Stop-" Her words turns into a bubbles of laughter as Wednesday pushes her down and starts tickling her.

"We've figured it out." She stated as Enid jumps on from her bed, both of them holding her down and torturing her poor stomach.

"Stop- I'm going to die-" She breathed out, still giggling. "I survived your tickling, you'll do just fine." Enid said matter of fact-ly and snorted.

Rose manage to toss a pillow from her head at Wednesday's face, hearing a yelp from her as her hand releases the tickling. She takes the chance to roll of the bed, only to fall off with Enid as well. Both rolling on the ground as she tries to get to her bellybutton.

Wednesday joins in on the ground as revenge for the pillow slam and in the rarest of times, she was smiling throughout the whole night.

[itzanimelover08]

idk why but tylorpe having a kid just makes so much sense like we all know that Tyler and Xavier both have terrible parents right so them having a kid would result in them doing whatever it takes to make sure that they dont end up like their parents also there will be fluffy moments where they play with their kids.

like imagine:-

Xavier plays, cuddles, tickles, and runs around with his kid, showers them with affection, and Tyler just sings them to sleep and he and the kid can bake stuff together. All in all just give them the love and care they never got.

bonus:-

if the kid is a hyde then Tyler will be able to help guide the kid and be the mentor he never had since his mom died and teach the kid to control their hyde so people like Laurel can't control them.

also:-

goth aunt Wednesday and colorful aunt Enid bonding with said kids moments with a side of wenclaire.