Ignore the Signs(In Everything But Actions)

by Anonymous

Summary:

Enid and Bianca are dating. Wednesday can tell, the way their touches and glances speak to each other, the ways they take care of one another. She ignores how she does the same to them.

Notes:

• Inspired by miscommunications (i may like some explanations) by Anonymous

i swear read all of sun_and_the_seafoam 's works they are amazing

Chapter 1: Wednesday's Willful Ignorance

Summary:

Wednesday ignoring the signs of love.

Enid and Bianca loved each other, she could tell from the way they smiled. Their eyes softened when they looked at each other, and the stray touches were gentle, caring. 

 

She didn’t see how their glances at her were, how they brushed their hands against hers with just as much care as their own.

 

They sat side by side, resting their heads on one another, or just simply holding hands. 

 

They did it with her as well, Enid leaning on her shoulder and Bianca grabbing her hand to lead her across a room.

 

They tucked strands of hair behind their ears, cupping cheeks in hands and gazed into each other's eyes with such care. It reminded her of her parents, and the small sofa at home they shared.

 

She had done it with them as well, absentmindedly fixed Bianca’s sleeves, always just a bit off, and remembered, with such clarity that it felt like a vision, how she had held Enid’s bleeding face softly and hissed threats that night. How she had stitched their injuries up, and they had wrapped her shoulder.

 

They loved each other, through touch and so much more. There was no fooling an Addams on love, and the two weren’t the most subtle.

 

When they had announced it at lunch one day, Yoko had elbowed the siren and smirked, before asking, “Only the two?” and they had flushed. Wednesday had tilted her head and Divina had patted it condescending, only saying cryptically, “You’ll find out soon enough.” and she blinked, confused. 

 

They had that look in their eyes, and she knew they would follow each other to the ends of the earth. They looked at her the same, she noted. Was it a friendship thing? She wrote it down to investigate and ignored how she softened at their touch, how they were kindness and familiar and love and home and how she craved it please just a bit just enough

 

Enid and Bianca smiled in the garden, pulling Wednesday with them and chuckled with carefree laughter. Yoko and Divina lay under a tree, atop one another. She would figure it out eventually, Wednesday concluded. For now, she would entertain them, chiding them softly at their missteps and guiding them in a variation of a ballroom dance. 

Chapter 2: Bianca's Memories

Summary:

Bianca's thoughts on that night.

Notes:

most of this chapter is in the past, covering what happened during and after the fight. It was going to be longer, but here we go. The rest of it will be posted when i get it done, so don't wait up.

Bianca hadn’t always loved them, she knew. But she did now, and she was happy.

 

When Bianca had first met Enid, she was scared. Alone. But she couldn’t let it show, and so she lashed out, with sharp teeth and barbed words. She had hurt anyone who was fool enough to let her close, and unfortunately, that meant the werewolf was on her list. She had manipulated her, speaking with sweetened promises and bitter lies, and she had swallowed them all. When all was said and done, she was at the top, and Enid was at the bottom. 

 

Sometimes, she wonders. If she had done something different, if she had distrusted her mother and not let her hooked falsehoods dig under her skin and tear out slowly, it would be better. If she and Enid could have been friends from before, if another move could change her life. But sometimes, she would look down and see an orange and pink sweater, its owner asleep against her side, and she knew she wouldn’t give it up for the world. 

 

Then there was Wednesday Addams. She had strode into fencing class with a pure black uniform that screamed privilege and snobbery and she had seen red. The clash of swords had been riveting, finally, someone she could fight, and she had won. But there was no response. Wednesday Addams just stood there, bleeding, before nodding and being escorted to the nurse’s office. However, she could have sworn there was a suppressed smirk, or quirk of the lip as she left. 

 

They didn’t talk much, except Bianca making quips about her appearance in the hallway that were ignored or rarely followed by a remark about frying fish.

 

Then the dance happened. 

 

She had gone with no one, convincing herself it was of her own choice, ignoring the empty feeling. She ignored how she had to actively fight the urge to smile at the sight of Enid enjoying herself, and how encaptivating Wednesday was in a formal suit. Then she had sat, and Addams had sat next to her.

 

She pretended she didn’t savor the little they spoke, ignored how her voice was slightly shaky from emotion(the alcohol, her mind lied to itself) and how the goth hadn’t mentioned it, just stiffly offering a pill (for the hangover, she had murmured). But the most memorable part of it all was when she offered her hand to shake. Perhaps it was at an odd angle, and maybe Addams had had a bit too much to drink, but she had taken it, and kissed it, before turning on her heel and disappearing into the crowd. She had stood, frozen in shock, before someone had bumped into her, sending her back into reality. She spotted Yoko’s mouth falling open, before the vampire turned away.

 

That was the last real conversation the two had. She had fully assumed the rest of their interactions would be hallway glances, unspoken words in actions, and they would leave each other, a tale to remember in age. But perhaps she had been optimistic. Because they could have lost each other, both died before ever speaking again. 

She remembered the sinking in her chest after watching Wednesday getting shot with an arrow, and suddenly, it was like her body was moving on its own. She watched herself stab the pilgrim, the fucker, and then as she was flung against a wall, she felt a wave of white-hot pain, before blacking out. 

 

Next thing she knew, she felt a hand loop under her knees, another along her shoulders, and she was being pulled into a half-sitting half-lying position. The world was blurry and dark, and she could barely open her eyes. “-lay, Barclay,” a voice was hissing. “Don’t you dare die on me.” 

 

“Wha-” she murmured. She was suddenly aware of how dry her throat was. “Oh thank god,” another voice said. “Barclay.” The first voice was back. “Can you stand?” She shook her head blindly. Even disregarding the pain in her back, she felt weak. Tired. Speaking of the pain, it had returned, though it was thankfully dull. She ached. The hands moved again, gentle but steady. 

 

“Brace yourself.” Light was starting to become easier to see, she thought. “One, two, three.” And she was being carried. Whoever was doing the carrying was injured as well, she noted by the slight jolt every other step. There was another person as well, with louder footsteps. A few minutes later, she could reasonably see, but was still unbelievably thirsty and exhausted. 

 

“Okay,” she muttered. “I think I can walk now.” The person carrying her, someone she now saw to be wearing nearly all black, stopped. “You think or you know?” they asked her. As her vision focused even further and adjusted to the dark, she realized they were familiar. “I think?” she said, and was lowered to the ground. The second person looped one of her arms around their neck, gently pulling them up. “Eu-eugene?” she croaked. He nodded. “Yeah. You’re really out of it, aren’t you,” he asked. She hummed noncommittally, focusing on putting one foot in front of another. 

 

If Eugene was here, and not crying, that meant. . .”Wednesday.” The person in front stopped and turned around. They were frowning. “You really shouldn’t speak,” she said matter-of-factly. Wednesday was limping. She was hurt. Wednesday was hurt. “I-” They were suddenly attacked by a. . .running coat? 

 

Enid, she realized, as the two hugged in front of her. She blanked out the next few minutes, only truly coming back once a ghost of a touch grazed her shoulder. “C’mon,” Wednesday slurred. “You need to get to the nurse.” She let the shorter girl drag her over to a white tent, where a few of the awakened nurses were offering assistance. 

 

The rest was a blur, and she found her sleeve being tugged lightly. Wednesday was clutching a white circular container with a dark blue screw-on lip, knuckles white. “Your room or mine?“ Her head swam, dizzy. Focusing was hard, and she was tired, so tired, and just wanted to sleep-

 

“Mine it is. We have some medicine, don’t worry, and I fear you would struggle to make it around your own room at the moment.” And she was being carried again, and the darkness welcomed her.

Notes:

Hi hi sorry middle schools gonna be the death of me-
i need to add the "Slow updates" tag
anyway, hope you have a wonderful week, and best of luck surviving!

Chapter 3: Bianca's Memories: Part 2

Summary:

Bianca wakes up in Enid's bed after passing out.

Notes:

Warning: Panic attack(I think? not sure). its most of the first paragraph, then starts at "Oh. Oh, oh no. No, no, no." all the way to "There was a blanket around her, two pairs of hands on hers."
summary at the end

It was like swimming through molasses. The blackness moved, and she wanted to move, to help and save and not let them die but she couldn’t and she could almost see the licks of orange and gold, why wasn’t she moving she had to help, but her back hurt and focusing was so hard, thoughts slipped through her hand like time, time was running out, can’t you see them? They are going to die, you are going to die, sand.

 

It hurt, it hurt so bad, and there was a hand on her arm, and a gentle murmuring, a light brush along her forehead. She was safe, she thought, she knew, she hoped. And so she drifted off. The thickness welcomed her back.

There was a light shining in her eyes. She scrunched up her nose, turning away slightly. She was suddenly aware of the warmth she was pressed up against, the light, ghost-like kind. It reminded her of sunny fall days, before she had to worry. Her back was aching slightly, and she shifted awkwardly, hoping to ease the pain. It only made it worse, and she gasped slightly, gritting her teeth. Where was she? Opening her eyes, she could see a bright orange blanket. She was tangled up in it. The warmth behind her shuffled a bit. She froze. Who was she lying against? 

 

She pushed herself up, the blanket falling off. She was in a. . .room that she vaguely recognized, as if from a dream. Maybe this was a dream. The body moved next to her, before curling up and muttering something. 

 

She pulled the covers slightly, exposing a person. They were blonde, facing away from her. Then they tilted their head. 

 

Scars. Bright pink scars, raised and thick, three, slashed across the face.

 

Oh. Oh, oh no. No, no, no. She remembered. She had failed. She tried to protect them, and she couldn’t. What had she done, why hadn’t she helped.

 

There was a sword. She had taken it, and stabbed through someone. That should have been enough, why wasn’t it enough, but they had gotten hurt. They had bled because she wasn’t good enough, because she had failed, why why why - 

 

There was a light tap on her shoulder, but she couldn’t focus. Who else had been hurt because of her? Why, why was she not enough, why oh my god the fire. The flame, there was so much yelling, they had done so much and the screams of pain and horror they could die why wasn’t she enough

 

There was a blanket around her, two pairs of hands on hers. They were gentle, running their thumbs along her palm. One hand was hovering over her forearm, hesitant. She kept her gaze down, embarrassed. Her throat felt dry. 

“Water?” one of the people asked. One was wearing black, the other an amalgamation of color. She nodded, not trusting her voice. The black blob stood up, and walked out. She soon heard a creak, and running water. The colorful blob patted her hand. 

 

“Bia, hey. You good?” it asked. Yeah, she thought, nodding. The hand moved away, and she panicked for a second, before feeling it on the back of her shoulder. And she was being pulled into a rough hug, her head atop their shoulder. She tensed, furling in on herself. 

 

The person holding her, Enid she finally remembered, brushed her neck soothingly. “Hey, hey,” the werewolf murmured. “You’re fine, K? You’re here.” The person dressed in black came over, Wednesday, her mind helpfully provided, holding a glass of water, before kneeling down in front of her. She tilted the glass, and Bianca gratefully took a sip. Reasonably satisfied, the goth placed it on the floor a bit away.

 

Enid rolled over her left side, loosely draping her arm around her shoulders. Wednesday huffed, pulling a blanket off the bed she had been sleeping on and throwing it over the three. Bianca quirked her lips. Enid rolled her eyes, whispering, “Sleep.” And so she did, exhausted.

Notes:

Bianca wakes up, remembers what happened the night before, and falls asleep against Wednesday and Enid.

Chapter 4: Enid's Observations

Summary:

Enid's POV

Notes:

As you can probably tell, i am not the best at writing Enid.
as you can also probably tell, i did not proofread this. everything here is absolute crap, so if you dont wanna read theres a tl;dr at the end notes

Enid wasn’t stupid. She knew which way her heart led her, the two her wolf would spend an eternity with. But she was a coward. So she ran, ran far away from where she should have been, with them, ran from safety and home, and to those she disillusioned herself into thinking she loved. 

 

But it was always them. She knew it. She saw them.

 

She was so tired of running. Her pace slowed, allowing them to get closer before she caught her breath and continued. 

 

But sometime during that night, she had stopped running away. She had turned back, and started running towards them.

 

She found Bianca first, and they had become official a few weeks later. She started looking for Wednesday. 

 

She hid from them.

 

She was confused. Surely, she had to have noticed? A detective, no matter how amateur, had to at least have some idea of what was going on. Her wolf, on the other hand, had a different idea. Howl under her window, serenade her with your songs, gift her your kills, and she would have to fight herself. No, she wouldn’t push Wednesday into being with her and Bianca.

 

Oh, and Bianca. She would not dare spring something so big upon her suddenly. She would not have her two mates not like each other, would much rather have just one fully than two unwilling. So she watched, not running, not searching, just observing. She watched them, a few days. 

 

She need not to have worried.

Night time was her favorite time of the day. It hadn’t always been, it used to be the worst. She would have to sit at the family dinner table, suffer through her mother’s backhanded remarks and swallow her pride along with whatever food she could chow down fast enough to escape her.

But at Nevermore…it meant sleepiness, dinner with friends, and curling up with a stuffed animal while wearing headphones. Now, it was even better.

 

She would have a dinner of steak and whatever mystery meat she could steal from her friend’s plates, make sure she actually marked off a day on her calendar that afternoon, and fall asleep against either a stuffed animal or Bianca. After Yoko found out about the latter, she was endlessly teased until she managed to snap a picture of the vampire licking blood from a sink. Blackmail did wonders.

 

Today was very similar. She ate dinner, changed into her favorite pjs, and flopped into bed. B hummed from Wednesday’s chair. 

 

“Long day, pup?” she drawled. Enid screamed into her pillow before rolling over, hand slamming into the wall. “Frick frick frickity frick,” she murmured, sitting up and flapping her hand. Bianca stood up, stretching. “You good?” she asked, yawning. “Yeah,” the werewolf grumbled. She squinted at the calendar hanging over her desk. The red marker she had recently bought made it remarkably(heh. puns.) easy to see the days. 3 days, check. The siren walked over to her bed. “Wanna sleep?” 

 

Grinning, she nodded. “Yes please. It’s 11 pm.” She shuffled closer to the wall, letting her girlfriend crawl in next to her, who then pulled a thin blanket over them. The two curled up next to each other, fully intending to fall asleep(yes, with the lights on).

 

Then the door slammed closed. Enid practically jumped into Bianca’s arms, who proceeded to fall face first to the carpet from both the shock and extra weight. Sputtering from the lint, the two shoved themselves up to see a very disgruntled Wednesday plopping herself down in her chair and untying her shoes, before basically rolling into bed. 

 

“Wens? Are you okay?” the siren asked while pulling Enid up from the floor by the armpits. Ever the Victorian orphan, she responded, “My heart is beating, and I am not currently bleeding to death.” 

 

Enid flopped in her arms like a ragdoll. She eventually wrestled her way…back to the floor. Yeah, she did not think that through. Anyway, she shuffled her way next to her roommate's bed. “Dummy, she meant it emotionally,” she murmured. 

 

Bianca chuckled. “I’ll turn the lights off,” she offered, noting their sleepy expressions. And she did, save for one; a little night light. It glowed orange, giving the room a homey feel. Enid tugged at Wednesday’s sleeve, who hummed noncommittally. The siren approached from behind them. “Are we going to bed or not?” she whispered. Enid’s wolf whimpered, and then she did as well, before blushing and slapping her hands over her mouth. “Sorry!” she squeaked. 

 

Bianca patted her head. “Wens, do you wanna join us in the bed?” she asked, gently shaking her shoulder. Blinking, Wednesday hesitated before nodding. …Yeah, she did not want to know what she had gone through today. There was no way she would have agreed to that with a clear mind.

 

Bianca wrapped her arms under the psychic’s legs and back, and picked her up. Enid trailed after them like a lost puppy as she lay Wednesday down in the corner of the bed, who immediately curled up in the corner. Enid followed Bianca into the bed, snuggling up against her. The siren murmured, “You two are perfectly hug size.” 

 

So here she was, cramped against her mates and drifting off. Content, she nuzzled her nose into Bianca’s nape, and ran her fingers through Wednesday’s hair. She did not need to worry about her situation, save for dealing with her mother. Her two mates were fine together.

Notes:

Tl;dr: Enid realizes Wednesday and Bianca are getting along fine, and the three fall asleep in Enid's bed.

Sorry for not updating for a month-

Chapter 5: A Bonk With Bees (And Thing)

Summary:

Wednesday deals with an unruly Thing, cleans up glass, spirals just a bit, and revels in the domesticity of their life, ft. denying obvious feelings.

Notes:

Enjoy!

Waking up, the first thing Wednesday felt was…warm. A pleasant fuzzy experience ran through her, the kind of burning where it's just warm enough, and she tilted closer to it. After a few minutes of bliss, she remembered she had things to do. Sighing, she ran through her schedule as slowly as she could, savoring the warmth against her back. Right, get Thing, finish reading the books she had finally gotten from the top shelf at the Nightshades’ library, and…she felt like she was forgetting something… However, she could deal with it later.

 

She shuffled around until there she felt a solid surface and pushed herself up by her forearms, ending up kneeling, blinking as she slowly oriented herself. As the black spots in her vision faded away and she could see slightly clearer, she realized where she was. 

 

Oh, she thought blearily. This was… honestly bound to happen eventually unexpected. She suddenly realized she was hanging off the edge of the bed which was a familiar white, spotted with colorful dots, and the surprise had startled her into slipping off. Thump, and she fell onto the ground, despite her sleepy grabbing at the sheets. 

 

She mentally cursed, pulling herself up, nearly tripping over her own feet as she did so. A muffled noise came from the bed, and someone rolled over, arm slumping on the now empty part area, where she had been a few seconds ago. It was Bianca, still wearing her day clothes minus the jacket. She hummed groggily, before Enid whined in her sleep, and she turned away to cuddle her. Breathing a sigh of relief, Wednesday let herself stare at the odd place she had been sleeping, before turning away as she felt her face turn red remembered the day’s plans.

 

She elected to ignore the yearning burning feeling in her back in favor of doing the one useful thing she could with the phone Xavier gave her: message Eugene, who had ever so helpfully nicknamed himself “Bee Bud” and had refused to teach her how to change it back. She had been rather annoyed, but he proved his worth, explaining the messaging app known as “Discord” and helping set up an account.

 

Upon opening the device, she noticed there were a few round squares, notifications if she remembered properly, all with his sobriquet. Most of them were comical updates on how Thing was doing, a particularly notable one read, laden with spelling mistakes, “hE cn clamb the wall what the frack hes hopppinged rijngd yhr beeroum y dint u tell me dis weds”.

 

It appeared she had forgotten to inform him about her accomplice’s abilities, and his morning clumsiness. She had hoped Thing would be able to control himself, but it seemed she needed to intervene. After considering the paths, she decided to go for the “straight down” method. She slipped her boots on, loosely lacing them up, and threw on a jacket. She hesitated, longing for the other two draping the blanket she had accidentally knocked off the bed over them before opening the window as quietly as possible. They needed the sleep She didn’t want to worry them deal with them questioning where she was going, after all. After one more look back, She locked the latch, checking it before hopping the fence.

 

As she dropped down, grabbing balconies and fences as she went, she realized she should have told Eugene she was coming instead of letting him think he was being abandoned to Thing’s mercy, or lack of it. She almost reached for the phone to message him, but she spotted the hut. It was rattling around, and faint screaming emerged from it, along with the sound of shattering glass. She sighed.

“Thing.” Wednesday said, slamming open the door. “What have I told you about acceptable behavior?” Said hand froze, hanging off the curtain. Eugene was cowering under a table with a baseball bat pointed in the general direction of Thing. The floor was a mess, covered in glass shards and jar lids, cloth strewn over patches. Thankfully, no blood from either party was spilt, or it would be even harder to explain to the nearly bedridden principal. 

 

Still, the troublesome hand had been grounded for several days. He had griped about it for a while, but after being threatened with being turned into a mouse and locked in a cage with lions, he stopped his grumbling. Though that may be due to being thrown in a burlap bag.

 

There was an old broom in the back, and she begrudgingly spent the next hour or so helping clean up the bee keeping room. There were a few casualties, however. 20 jars had been lost, the shelf had cracked in half, the curtains were a lost cause, covered in honey and all, and the walls had visible dents. Wednesday offered to replace what she could, but Eugene had waved her off. “We weren’t using most of them anyway,” he said. “Though we do need some new jars.” 

 

She had frowned, but let it off. If he needed anything, she would know. Eugene, much like Pugsley, wore his heart on his sleeve. As she helped jar the honey(he had banned her from harvesting for 3 weeks after she had gotten distracted and walked into a hive), she let her mind wander away. 

 

Specifically to her , Bianca, and Enid’s room , and the warmth she felt whenever they got close, how she had to restrain from smiling and hugging them, how at the very sight of them she felt both overwhelmingly protective and soft . Her hand twitched as she caught herself thinking of it, and she mentally slapped herself. 

 

Get yourself under control, Addams, she thought. You sound like you're in lo- She froze. No. No, no, no. The curse had skipped a generation, she knew it! She wasn’t soft, she wasn’t vulnerable, she had to be strong, to protect-

 

Eugene poked her in the arm. She tilted her head and locked her arms behind her back hiding how they trembled, though from anger or fear, she couldn’t tell , unsure to why he required her attention. “You good?” he said, before noting her gritted teeth(when had she set them) and tense movements. “Never mind, stupid question. Why don’t you retire for the day, I think spending some time with Bianca and Enid would do you some good.”

 

Now she was even more confused. Yes, it was true, the two did make her more relaxed and open and it was exhilarating but also ever so subtle , she wasn’t sure how he had known this. Maybe she was becoming easier to read and putting her friends in danger she had to stop she had to change to keep them safe . 

 

Still, she nodded, untying the struggling burlap bag she had thrown in the corner. Thing had burst out, signing disjointly about how disgraceful it was to be suddenly shoved without warning into a dark room and left alone, but his gestures had stopped once he saw h er shaking, trembling, probably looking like she was on the verge of tears she was so pathetic, how had she fallen so far the look on her face. 

 

Eugene murmured, “Make sure she takes it easy.” Was she really so weak that she needed something that fit in her palm to protect her, that she needed something she should be keeping safe, especially after he got stabbed, why did they think she important, she was expendable

 

Thing tugged on her pant sleeve. Startled, she blinked to ward off the stinging feeling in her eyes, was she really about to cry over thoughts . Her arm jerked, hand lifting as if to lean on something, though on what, she didn’t know. She stumbled a bit, feet tripping over each other. When had she gotten to her dorm? Had she really blanked out the entire trip? A glance at her wristwatch read 11 am, a whole 2 hours after she had woken up that day.

 

“We’re here,” Thing signed. “Are you okay? You were kinda out of it the whole way here.” Brushing off the non-existent dust on her jacket in an attempt to cover up her nerves , she nodded. “Yes, I am fine. What have I told you about using slang in conversation?” she said, ignoring how hypocritical that made her. She wasn’t so oblivious to not recognize how her vocabulary was both expanding and shrinking as she spent more time at Nevermore Academy, so much that she had to remind herself how to write whenever she sat down to continue the adventures of Viper. 

 

If hands could grin, he would be doing so. Thing knocked on the door they were standing in front of. “Come in!” a melodic voice rang out. Wednesday almost sighed with relief. Bianca was there, meaning….”Hey Weds!” Enid called out. Despite her sore limbs and foggy head, she smiled, barely visible, before doing as they said, opening the door and letting Thing follow. He scuttled across the floor, dramatically flopping himself onto her bed. She chuckled.

 

“Sooo, Why’re you back so early?” Enid asked, hands hovering over her own. She nodded at the gesture, letting the werewolf pull her towards her and the siren. She shrugged, also unsure. 

 

“Eugene told me too,” she said in lieu of an explanation. “He said something about how ‘it would do me some good’.” 

 

Bianca hummed before exclaiming, “Well, while I dunno what Ottinger was talking about, I’m pretty sure we enjoy your presence.” Enid nodded, practically vibrating with energy. Her fingers tapped against each other, and she rocked back and forth.

 

Smirking, Barclay continued, “So, ‘cause you're such a good friend and all,” Enid covered her mouth with her hands, eyes wide. It seemed they had rehearsed this, but hadn’t fully planned for any improvisation. “...We were wondering if you wanted to come with us to the woods during the next full moon.”

 

Butting in, Enid said, “Yeah! It’ll be fun, and you can teach us about hunting! The knives you gave us are nice, but I’m used to my claws so they’re a bit hard to use…” She trailed off sheepishly.

 

That made sense. “Yes, I shall accompany you both. This plan is…agreeable.” 

 

She pulled away from them to grab the books she intended to read. Grabbing the top two (“Psychics: Theory, Instructions, And Potential” and “Herbs, Sorcery, And Other Witchcrafts: Volume 1”), she rested her head against her bed, crossing her legs and starting to read the first, giving the second one to Thing. 

 

Every now and then, the hand would flip a page, Bianca would stifle a laugh at something on her phone, or Enid’s under-the-breath singing would grow louder, and she would look up. And if she wore a soft smile, well, no one saw.

Notes:

FINALLY IVE HAD 400 WORDS OF THIS IN DOCS AND I JUST GOT THE MOTIVATION TO FINISH IT :D thx mint

Chapter 6: Yoko and the Insufferable Trio of "Friends"

Summary:

Yoko being absolutely done with her friends. Not dating, her ass.

Notes:

weee another short af chapter! im thinking of connecting some of the other chapters together so its easier on the eyes, what do y'all think?

 Despite common belief, most vampires cannot see perfectly fine with sunglasses. Sure, some could, but they were usually the ones who lived in caves, rarely leaving except to feed. The others often struggled in darker rooms, and had to take them off. Eyesight is also sometimes a problem, and prescription sunglasses are expensive. Most vampires had decided to be nocturnal, to both not worry about the sun and so less normies see them. Unfortunately for her, she had to go to school . Thankfully, her glasses were specially made, but they still had their quirks.

 

However, Yoko pondered, even if I’m in a dark room and wearing sunglasses and with my back to them, I can still see these gays. 

 

Sitting opposite her in the cafeteria was the couple. Enid was on her left, eyes lighting up as she chattered with Divina across the table, already done with her lunch. Her hands moved erratically, but never seemed to hit anyone, not even Bianca, who was chewing daintily and sat just the excited werewolf. She would occasionally glance at the entrance to the building, brow furrowing when she looked back down at her food. 

 

Enid did as well, eyes shifting around as her arm nearly slammed into the table, the back of it grazing the edge. She winced, shaking her hand at the wrist. She waved off her concerned girlfriend, and returned to her conversation, though less animated. Still, she looked around, almost nervously. And judging by her slightly narrowed eyes, Divina had caught on as well, but didn’t mention it. 

 

When the two had exhausted the topics and Enid had turned to Bianca, Yoko turned to her girlfriend. Tapping her shoulder, she hissed, “Babe? Have you noticed the…” She made a so-so gesture, fingers tapping the air awkwardly. Divina nodded, whispering back, “Yeah. Wonder who-or what-they’re looking for. However,” she continued, poking her in the cheek. Yoko jerked back, a smile spreading across her face. “You should really stop looking at them, and drink your blood before it spoils.” She looked at the packet in her hands. It was barely warm from the air and every so slightly congealed, slopping and sticking to her throat as she choked it down, and she grimaced as she took another sip.

 

“Your disgust is noticeable. What has ticked you off so badly today?” Eyes widening, she nearly swallowed the plastic. She hacked, some of the blood spattering, shoving a red hand against her chest, massaging it slightly. 

“Hello to you too, Addams,” she eventually managed to say. “And nothing, blood just isn’t as good when it's clumpy.” 

 

Wednesday shrugged, unbothered, already standing just to the right of Bianca. How she had done that without alerting the vampire was beyond her, and to be honest, she didn’t care. No, she was more focused on what she was wearing: a dark blue crochet bandana of sorts(shawl, her brain reminded her) with small pins. Upon closer inspection, the pins appeared to be pride flags.

 

She side-eyed Enid and Bianca where it no doubt had come from. The former gave her a sheepish smile, while the siren simply chuckled, pulling on Wednesday’s sleeve. The blank look on her face melted just a bit, lip quirking, as she sat down. 

 

“So,” Divina drawdled with what could be best described as a shit-eating grin, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin on them. “Finally out of the closet?” Wednesday raised a single eyebrow, blinking(yes, actually blinking. Yoko couldn’t believe it either) once. “What.” Yoko choked again, but not on blood. Oh man, they had their work cut out for them.

 

“The,” she let one hand fall out of her grip, gesturing towards the shawl and flags. “...Colors.” She opened her eyes until it looked just off-putting enough, and letting an evil smile spread over her face. She managed to hold the unsettling look for a few seconds before she burst out into laughter.

 

At the still confused look on her face, Yoko butt into it. “I didn’t know you were one for rainbows, Addams.” 

 

Confused, the Outcast responded, “You two continue to vex me with every word that comes out of both of your mouths.” Sighing, Bianca said, “I think she means your pins.” Wednesday made a small noise of understanding, nodding towards Enid. “She got them for me. And Bianca chose the cloth.” The siren preened from the praise.

 

Ah, Yoko thought, whispering to Divina, “Whipped.” She chuckled. The werewolf cast a dirty glance her way, reaching behind Bianca to tap Wednesday’s shoulder. In response, she leaned against them.

 

Now, never let it be said Yoko was oblivious. She might be very susceptible to denial(how was she supposed to know Divina hadn’t meant “i love you” in a platonic way?), but she wasn’t blind. She wasn’t blind to how the three seemed to be either with or looking for each other, nor did she miss the new necklaces the siren always had clasped on, and she certainly didn’t overlook how Enid would not only throw herself on her girlfriend’s lap, but Wednesday’s as well. 

 

The most damning piece of the puzzle, however, was that she didn’t complain. In fact, she reciprocated, stroking Enid’s hair whenever she found her in her lap, or letting Bianca grab her hand. And here the three were, not even a day after the official couple had denied being attracted to Wednesday, much less dating her. And they were cuddling .

 

She sighed, pulling Divina close. “They remind me of us before we started dating,” she whispered in her ear. Divina responded, “Let’s hope they get their shit together like we did.” Yeah. They’d better, she thought, as she watched Bianca flushed at how Wednesday relaxed into her side. Or she might have to do something. Maybe get someone to intervene.

Notes:

as you can probably tell, this is my first draft. as always. what, did you think i had the patience to edit my works? i wish, maybe then i could finish my hw in time

also sorry ab the lack of schedule

Notes:

I wrote this on a school account soo yeah
this was on a whim, this ship has intrapped me in its grasp
if you find any errors, would like a continuation, or have a tag you feel belongs here, let me know.