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Enid didn’t want to have to stream today, regardless of any previous promise. She had barely slept a wink last night, had failed to drink if at all any water in the past few days, and her nose was stuffed. Being a werewolf, you’d think maybe she’d be less susceptible to getting sick and/or having allergies but no, of course not, life just hated her like that. She also hated having a set schedule, it’s why she started streaming in the first place instead of having a, “real job,” like her mother constantly says. She loved being spontaneous, it was one of the many things that made Enid, well, Enid.
In her defense, it was only an afterthought promise, given to her viewers during a small tournament she was playing in. If she remembers correctly, she had promised to do a special, ‘Ask me anything,’ stream if she won. Against all odds (and her expectations), she did in fact win, therefore forcing her to fulfill her promise to her viewers. She did love her viewers, almost above anything else, as they were one of the few things that legitimately made the blonde happy.
Them, and her roommate.
Her roommate, Wednesday Addams. They’d met in highschool, Wednesday had transferred midway through their junior year, after she had, supposedly, attempted to electrocute a group of teenage boys that had been bullying her younger brother. Most, after the rumor had fully made its way around, stayed far from the goth, avoiding her path as much as possible within the tiny highschool. As for Enid, it was the opposite. She found it endearing how far Wednesday had been willing to go to protect her little brother, as, maybe not in the exact same sense of electrocution, Enid would do the same for her siblings. With that, Enid made it her number one goal to befriend the goth before the year's end.
Said mission was not accomplished.
No matter what the wolf tried, Wednesday avoided her friendly advances, going as far to even switch classes (which, unbeknownst to Enid, she was forcibly put in advanced classes due to both her previous high grades and terrifying the teacher). Enid had even attempted to wear all black for a day to grab her attention, as much as it had pained her to stray from her usual rainbow-tastic outfits. Unfortunately, she gained more attention from the school counselor than anything, throughout that day she was constantly pestered, being asked if she was okay and if everything was alright at home. To be fair, everything was not alright at home, it rarely was, but to be asked as much just because she drastically changed her style was ridiculous. Well, less ridiculous now that an older Enid was legitimately thinking about it, it’s good to know that someone had her back in highschool with everything going on with her family, even if it seemed like she had no one at the time.
Luckily for the blonde, in their senior year they had nearly every class together, save for advanced literature as that was Enid’s especially weak point in school. With the newfound closeness, the wolf nudged her way into the goth’s heart further and further each and every day, whether it be learning to appreciate Wednesday’s sarcasm with her own personal touch on snarkiness or (attempting to) assist in catching prey for her many taxidermy projects. Granted, she always accidentally tore something she wasn’t supposed to, as she didn’t always know her own strength or the sharpness of her claws, but the taxidermist grew to appreciate her help nonetheless. While the wolf hated getting dirt under her claws, she felt Wednesday was more than worth getting her hands dirty to achieve the slight smile the dark-haired girl often gave to (only) Enid after a job well done.
Not long after, they’d gotten to the point of visiting each other's homes. Well, Enid going to Wednesday’s. The blonde precariously avoided inviting the goth to her own, as her family wasn’t known to be the most . . . inviting. And, her pack wasn’t very fond of outsiders, so the wolf figured it was best if Wednesday rarely saw that side of her. It seemed to work, as the Addams’ wholly accepted her as their own, even going out of their way to invite her to family events and outings. Enid almost always accepted, they were like a family to her, more of a family than her actual family usually was. Even after the family’s acceptance of the wolf, the two had only continued to grow closer, much to the dismay of their classmates around them as with each passing day, the deathly looks from the shorter of the two grew more and more twisted anytime someone stepped within a foot of the blonde. Enid hadn’t cared, she had Wednesday, which was more than enough for her. With that, she cleared up a majority of the rumors surrounding her friend (by way of her ‘anonymous’ school gossip blog), and continued on her merry way.
Of course, it wasn’t all that easy. Wednesday had a . . . particular way of giving and receiving affection. It took considerable adjusting for the blonde to realize she’d called her writing on her blog a, “Jumbled mess of exclamation points and missing punctuation that not even Shakespeare himself could decipher, luckily, I am no Shakespeare,” as an offer of help with her writing skills. What had confused Enid the most was how Wednesday had even gotten access to her blog, it was completely online and the goth had little to no access to a phone or a computer, much less have the computing skills to find her blog. Nevertheless, the offer was greatly appreciated, and Enid’s blog had a large rise in popularity afterwards, so much so that it caught the attention of the school administrators. Unfortunately, they’d asked Enid to take it down (how they figured out it was her blog, no one knows; (Wednesday does, Enid had accidentally signed off on her posts four times)). She dutifully obliged, she wasn’t much of a rule breaker then, but it still took a great deal of effort for her to force herself to press the button that would officially take it down. Afterwards, she wasn’t the same, one of the few distractions from her deplorable family life stolen from her grasp.
Wednesday was not having it.
So, the goth marched up to the principal’s office, somehow (violently) quickly received the administrators information, and made sure they would never hassle Enid over her blog again. After being frightened by the five foot one highschooler, the administrators who’d previously asked her to take her blog down now requested that she continue writing her blog for, “school morale,” reasons.
So, when the blonde came into class the next day raving about how the administrators must’ve liked their writing enough to keep the blog up, Wednesday said nothing, allowing the blonde to think as much. Enid was blind to what had been done for her, but the same could not be said for the rest of the school, where everyone knew without a doubt that the goth had been the one to ensure the gossip blogs livelihood. Of course, were anyone to mention it to either of the two, they would immediately be silenced by Wednesday herself, which was the opposite of what anyone there would want.
As their friendship blossomed, just about anyone with eyes in the pair’s general vicinity could see that the goth had developed a soft spot for the blonde. Again, no one had the balls to say as much, so it was similar to a well-known secret or rumor throughout the halls.
So, when the two graduated, and Enid’s inevitable fallout with her mother over her career choice occurred, it seemed perfectly obvious that the wolf would move in with her best friend. Which would’ve been the case had the goth not already decided to leave immediately for college, going for her masters in something that she refused to divulge with Enid. At that, the blonde was absolutely crushed, both worried about losing her best friend and the homelessness she was facing. Luckily for her, Wednesday planned for anything and everything, including the unending depravity of Enid’s mother. The goth had already picked out a living arrangement for the two near her college of choice, as she was mostly sure that the blonde wouldn’t care where they lived as long as a game room could be soundproofed.
Unbeknownst to the wolf, Wednesday had been searching tirelessly for the perfect apartment for the two, as it had to fit an abnormal amount of qualifications. It had to be semi-close to the college itself but also not too close as to deal with the many frat-house parties and drunken teens mulling about every weekend night. And, like mentioned, it had to be soundproofed, due to both Enid’s and Wednesday’s hobbies. Enid, her gaming and streaming, and Wednesday, her, “torture chamber,” as she’d mentioned she would like to have in the future to the blonde. Not only that, but the walls had to be black or a shade close.
After a frustratingly fruitless search and a plea for help to her parents, Wednesday was given a house near the college, where she could do what she wanted as her family owned it. So, a few months before the pair graduated, a construction crew was sent to soundproof the entire house, paint the walls gray (excluding the blonde’s room, it was painted a horrifying pastel pink), and set up electric fencing all around the property to keep out any unwanted visitors. The blonde, after finding out, had cried, scooping the smaller of the two in her arms as she wet her counterpart's sweater with snot and tears. Wednesday, making a show to roll her eyes, had awkwardly pet the wolf’s hair as she sobbed, whispering sweet nothings to calm the blonde engulfing her.
Not long after graduation the two set off with teary goodbyes from the Addams and a simple glare from Enid’s mother. It was only a six hour drive, so it wasn’t impossible for the two to visit home for the holidays and whatnot. Most of their things had already been shipped previously, so it was a leisure drive there as the two constantly attempted to switch the radio station from pop to alternative and back to pop as the blonde finally won an hour into the drive.
And, that was that. It’d been a little over a year now living together, Wednesday was just starting her sophomore year, and Enid’s channel was finally picking up some traction at 250,000 followers.
Nevertheless, she still didn’t feel like streaming. But, she did make a promise, and she wasn’t usually one to break her promises. And, it wasn’t like she had anything to do for the day, her roommate wasn’t supposed to be home until the late afternoon, she definitely wasn’t going to fold the basket of laundry that’d been sitting on her floor for a week, and she didn’t have class until next week.
It was inevitable.
With her final decision in mind, Enid grabbed an apple from the kitchen, taking a bite as she made her way to her bedroom. It was quite colorful in comparison to the rest of the house, which the blonde greatly appreciated, as she was free to decorate as she pleased. The walls were still the original pastel pink Wednesday had first chosen for her (she hadn’t the heart to change it), though it was wrought with posters, calendars, and shelves full of figurines and knickknacks she’d acquired throughout life thus far. She took a seat at her chair, opening her laptop to Twitter, where she sent out a quick tweet stating that she’d be starting her stream within the next few minutes. Less than a minute later, she already had several likes and replies, mostly saying they were excited to ask her their questions. The streamer groaned, already knowing what some of her followers wanted to ask. With that, she opened her streaming app, making sure to set up the correct streaming parameters so that there were no issues.
In what felt like barely a few seconds, it was time to begin. With a deep breath and a quick fixing of her hair, she started the stream, camera and mic turning on simultaneously. Within milliseconds, the chat started spamming greetings, some showering her with compliments while others asked how she was doing that day. While she waited for more viewers to slowly trickle in, she set up her desk, placing her energy drink in its usual position to her right and moving any other unessential items off of her desk. As soon as the drink made its way into frame, an onslaught of comments came, mostly about how she should drink more water. Making a face at the comments, she took a swig, laughing as the comments grew more frantic.
Soon enough, the growing count decelerated, meaning a majority of the people who were going to join already had done so. The comments slowed in tune as her moderators sifted through what was just spam and what were legitimate comments from her fans. After a few more moments of silence to gather herself, the blonde spoke up.
“Hey guys! Enid here, as many of you remembered, I promised a special Q&A session if I won the last gaming tournament I was in. I uh, didn’t exactly expect to win, but here I am! My mods will go through the questions y’all post, so keep it PG and friendly please.” She kept a wide smile on, watching as the comments began to morph into yet another flurry of text. She felt bad for her mods sometimes, but it was something they genuinely volunteered to do. Why? Enid may never understand, but she appreciated the help nonetheless. Not long after, a short batch of the first questions was made present.
The first read, “Why do you dye your hair tips pink and blue? It’s so cute!” At the compliment, she smiled, “I just like to, growing up, I wasn’t allowed to dye my hair, pierce my ears, or anything like that. So, now that I’m an adult, I’m doing what I never could as a teenager,” she explained. It was true, albeit on a less depressing note. Her mother never let her do anything special in that department, believing it was useless and a waste of money.
At that, there was an influx of supportive comments, and, while the wolf greatly appreciated the support, this was a path she definitely did not want to tread with her viewers at the moment.
After the aforementioned question, the stream went on smoothly, with most of her viewers asking questions about her room, the things on her walls, and stuff still cluttered around her desk. One viewer asked about her favorite monster flavor, to which she happily held up her current drink, a Pacific Punch monster, taking a sip as a fight broke out about the best monster flavor.
As the ongoing argument ensued, a pale figure barged into the blonde’s room.
“Enid, did you happen to use my facewash- . . . oh you’re streaming, aren’t you?”
At that, the wolf whipped her head around, staring at her friend with widened eyes. She immediately blanched, out of surprise for not only the goth’s presence but also the fact that she was shirtless of all things. Not only was she clad in a simple sports bra and dark jeans, she was covered in tiny splotches of crimson, coating both her face and chest. There were numerous smears along her jaw, as well as droplet streams trailing along her forearms, some still moist as they covered her arm hair, sticking it against her skin. Even in her underdressed state, the smaller of the two gave an expectant stare as the blonde gave no reply to either of the questions that were asked of her. While Enid would normally be one to question the near-obvious blood splatters that painted her roommate, her brain could not compute, as it was floating elsewhere in existence.
Her stream all but forgotten, she fully turned, mouth still dropped open as she began to stutter in an attempt to formulate a response. The entirety of her face, from the moment the dark-haired girl made her (undressed) presence known, had flushed, her cheeks as scarlet as the splotches scattered atop her counterpart. Unable to drag her eyes away from the pale skin she was solemnly graced to see, Wednesday, not receiving a response, began to speak again.
“My apologies, it was so quiet in here that I didn’t realize you were live, I’ll come back later,” she said, turning her back to the wolf as she exited. Enid was at a loss for words. Silently, she turned back to face her webcam, stare unfocused and blank, her eyes glazed over. The comments were already in a frenzy, going so fast it was almost impossible to catch more than a few words of any single comment.
The first comment to make its way into her vision screamed, “WAS THAT YOUR ROOMMATE??!?” Another said, “Is Enid okay?” and, “Y’all I think I’m gay now.”
After blinking a few times, getting the delectable image of her very attractive best friend out of her head, she grabbed her drink, taking several large gulps. Not bothering to look for the oncoming, “Someone was thirsty,” comments, she grimaced.
“Sorry about that guys, totally my bad, I forgot to close my door and my roomie didn’t know I had a stream set up today. Where were we?” She tried to crowd control the best she could, to gain control of the situation. Her moderators were struggling with the continuous load of stringing comments, the onslaught neverending as she repeatedly and desperately tried to find a question not relating to the beauty that just entered her room. Alas, they were never ending, with a few sticking out like, “What the heck happened to ‘PG’? My virgin eyes,” and, “Is no one else concerned about the blood? That was definitely blood. Anyone? Anyone at all?”
Now, it wasn’t the first time Wednesday had interrupted a stream or popped up in a video. Her viewers knew of her gothic roommate, Enid had even retold how they had met once or twice. But, she had never reacted that way. She’d never turned into a sputtering, blushing mess. To be fair, she’d also never seen her in such a state of undress (save for sophomore year, the girls locker room, but the awkward wolf was much too self-conscious about herself to even think about looking at anyone else). So, the fact that the majority of the questions were about her roommate made sense, especially today. If only she were doing a normal stream, she’d have something else to quickly focus on.
Finally, a non-Wednesday related question popped up, which the blonde quickly jumped on the chance to answer. It was all she could do to save the stream, which had been quite literally turned upside down. While she answered, the image from earlier kept replaying over and over in her head, on an endless loop preventing her from fully focusing. Nevertheless, she was able to manage a few more questions before closing the stream with a promise to be back on for a gaming session within the week.
As soon as it ended, she left out a loud sigh. That was probably the most awkward stream yet, even topping her second ever stream where no one told her her mic was off for the first half-hour as she rambled on about whatever game she’d been playing. Granted, at the time, she only held two consistent viewers (meaning they’d been there for her very first slightly less awkward stream), one of which was actually a current longstanding mod for her channel. She still likes to poke fun at the wolf every now and then in their mod chat about it, but it was a fairly well-kept secret in her fan-base.
They were never going to let her live this down. Enid knew very well how red her face was the moment she caught sight of her roommate due to how unbelievably hot she felt at the time. Hell, she still felt hot. It wasn’t like she blamed Wednesday either, it was her own fault, she’d both forgotten to close her door and tell the goth that she would be streaming. Still, did she have to show up shirtless of all things? God, what if this was one of the things that got her canceled? There was always the slight worry that if her fanbase kept growing, soon enough someone would dig something up from her past. It’s not like she’d said anything bad or offensive, her main worry was her family. They weren’t something she liked to bring up herself, and her viewers knew as much, so they often strayed from questions pertaining to them. Luckily she had Wednesday to confide in, as the goth knew a bit more than anyone else about her dreadful past homelife.
At least she was away from all that now, living with her favorite person in the world and doing what she loves.
Speaking of . . .
“Enid, I heard your stream end. I just wanted to apologize again for walking in, I wasn’t aware that you were streaming today,” was shouted from their shared kitchen, the apology cluttered with the clashing sounds of pots and pans moving about. Utensils could be heard clattering against the stove, the ticking of the burner going off not long after.
Enid stood from her desk chair, meekly making her way towards the source of sound out of both curiosity and not wanting to shout across their house. “Uh, yeah, my bad, it was kinda last minute, it won’t happen again,” she stated, apologetically rubbing the back of her neck as a slight smile made its way onto her expression. She really was sorry, it had to have been embarrassing to be shown on screen in that state of dress. Then again, Wednesday had little to no online presence, so it wasn’t like it could be traced back to her anytime soon, but the guilt was still present.
The dark-haired girl lifted an eyebrow, opening the fridge in one swift movement. Slight humming could be heard as she sifted through the items inhabiting their fridge, the sounds of glasses clinking together with every ingredient she acquired. With full hands, she placed what she’d grabbed down onto the open counter-space she was working within, using her hip to knock the open fridge closed. She was now fully dressed and bloodstain free, wearing mid-thigh black shorts with a white crop top, a black skull adorning the left breast pocket. It was cute, something the blonde herself had picked out for her friend as soon as she started attending her classes. Not that there was anything necessarily wrong with the goth’s wardrobe from highschool but it was a bit. . . out of touch. And, while she knew her roommate could handle herself, conflict was to be avoided, so a few fashionable clothes would only help that goal.
“Not only that, you left your door open, which is usually a key sign that you’re not doing anything important that cannot be interrupted.”
Enid inhaled, giving out a guilty chuckle, “I don’t really have an excuse for that, I’m sorry, like I said, it won’t happen again, I pinkie promise.” A pinkie was held out towards the goth, nail painted a light baby blue, in contrast to the black Wednesday wore on hers. Their pinkies met, jerking once after they wrapped around the other in promise. The goth’s skin was, as always, deathly cold, but after all this time, it was a welcome temperature to the warm wolf.
“Would you like some Minestrone with me? My family’s recipe doesn’t traditionally include meat products but for you I’ll be adding some,” she explained, returning to the ingredients she previously gathered.
While the goth’s back was turned, Enid let out a dreamy sigh. It was the little things like this that did it for the blonde. She, more than anyone else, knew that an Addam’s recipe was not to be tampered with, as the ghosts told her as much her second terrifying visit to the Addam’s residence. So the fact that she was willing to add meat for the wolf’s carnivorous appetite to a treasured family soup sent her reeling.
After agreeing to indulge in the to-be delicious dish with her dark-haired counterpart, the wolf took it upon herself to begin chopping the vegetables that were laid on the counter. Stalks of celery, carrots, russet potatoes, fresh green beans, garlic, and onions littered her work area, being shoved aside to set down the cutting board in a comfortable position. Well, she wouldn’t be chopping the onions, as Wednesday was already grabbing them from her workspace, sharp knife and separate cutting board in hand. Both girls knew of the wolf’s sensitive nose. While cutting onions would normally only make someone cry or sniffle for a few minutes, it was more severe for Enid, who would be teary eyed and blowing her nose for days.
It was just another thing that made the blonde secretly swoon, as there was no question before the onions were stolen from her side. It was just something her roommate knew, and it made her feel over the moon. With no disrespect to the moon of course, she made a quick silent prayer to make sure she was still in the green.
Soon enough, the ingredients were chopped, leaving nothing else for the wolf to do as she was utterly hopeless in the kitchen. Sure, she could stir a pot or two if need be but after what happened after they first moved in together, Wednesday hadn’t let her hang around much while the stove was on. It wasn’t her fault, she was used to the ones that turn red when they’re on, so she didn’t expect to be scalded when she touched the black coils of one of the burners that day. She’d never seen such a worried expression on her friend's face before, who even went as far as to drive the wolf to the local college clinic to make sure everything was alright. Of course, there was no need, she healed quite a bit faster than normal humans, but if it made Wednesday feel better, it was of no loss to her.
Waiting for the food to be finished cooking, she sat on the couch, watching some random Youtube video on their projector. She didn’t normally have the attention span for entire movies or shows so she primarily stuck to Youtube, as they were usually short and pertained to stuff she liked or even played herself. She was quite picky with what youtubers she consistently watched, even more picky with who she subscribed to weirdly enough. She loved watching them play scary games, especially ones that she herself wanted to play but could never muster up the balls to finish, much less even open. Well, that and she knew Wednesday enjoyed the dark, gritty nature of a lot of the games shown, so it was a good excuse to watch things together that wouldn’t both bore and petrify the blonde.
Speaking of, feeling the couch dip to her left, the goth had joined her, emitting a small sigh as she sunk into the cushion. Sneaking a look, Enid caught a glance of pale thighs, squished together due to the cushion enveloping her bottom. They looked. . . nice. Smooth. Tempting. Squeezable. The wolf could go on for hours, even with her subpar writing and vocabulary skills. How was it that, even looking like she was next to death, the goth was so gorgeous, especially without makeup? The blonde barely felt ready to leave her room, much less attend a class full of twenty to thirty other people her age, without applying an entire palette or two and spending a full hour deciding on which outfit to wear. She just didn’t get it. Not only that, but throughout the entirety of their friendship, Wednesday had stayed single. It wasn’t like she didn’t have suitors, there were quite a few that Enid knew of, but none of them stood a chance, they were never even given the time of day. Which, the wolf was most definitely not complaining about, but it was still weird to her.
Whilst Enid was thinking, a certain goth was attempting to attain her attention, and, after failing to do so, got fed up and poked her arm. This heeded little to no results, forcing Wednesday to speak up.
“What are you thinking so hard about?”
This jolted Enid from her thoughts, heart racing as if the goth could read her mind. To her knowledge, no, that was not within her scope of powers but the blonde wasn’t without doubt that it could very well be a hidden ability. Wiping her weirdly sweaty hands on the cushion she sat upon, she released a small laugh under her breath. “How do you always know when I’m thinking of you?”
It sounded a bit more flirty than she’d meant, which was obviously caught by her counterpart as she raised her right eyebrow, staring down the blonde. She felt her face immediately turn red, forcing out an awkward laugh.
“J-just about earlier, you uh, you walking into to my room when I was streaming. I totally didn’t expect you to be shirt- there! Totally didn’t expect you to be there, my followers always enjoy seeing you pop in on my streams, they loved asking questions about you,” she managed to scramble out, not noticing her most recent mistake.
“What were they asking about?”
Shit.
What the hell was she supposed to tell her? While, yes, they were asking many questions in regards to the goth, a majority of them were also in reference to how red her face had been after the encounter. She couldn't tell Wednesday that, no way in hell could she, it’d be like asking for an infamous Addams interrogation, which was to be avoided at all costs.
She reached up to awkwardly rub her neck, throwing a sheepish smile the goth’s way, “Just uh, well, y’know, the usual stuff.”
Yet another brow was raised, sending the blonde into another frantic panic, spewing words as soon as they entered her distraught brain.
“Not that I talk about you a lot on stream! Er, I mean I do talk about you but not that much, just a normal amount, I think?” she questioned, ending her frenzied response with a squeak. This granted her one of the worst dead stares from her counterpart yet, glare practically sinking the blonde further and further in the soft cushions of the couch with every passing second.
“You are aware of the fact that I watch your streams, right?”