Puppy kisses

by HangMeLikeLaundry

Summary:

A month has passed since the hyde attack and a month has passed since the first time Enid has wolfed out. A full moon was bound to appear tonight. Will everything go according to Enid's wishes or will something happen and everything goes spiraling down?

Where Wednesday realizes that she is no exception to the Addams curse and that she too, is bound by fate. Realizing her conflicting feelings towards her roomate who is basically sunshine recarnated, what would she do?

Notes:

Disclaimer: I'm bad at English and I've never watched the show. I've seen so many edits of these two and they are undeniably whipped for each other. They probably won't end up tgt in the show so here I am feeding into my own delusions! No beta + there's probaly grammatically incorrect sentences. Feel free to give me advices regarding on my writing. Characters are definetly ooc!!!

Chapter 1: You're an exception

“Morning roomie!” Enid cheerfully chirped, holding a plate of breakfast; toast spread with butter, scrambled eggs with a dash of pepper and a side of blueberries. “You have disturbed my slumber with..toast.” Wednesday opened her eyes, glaze shifting to the plate of breakfast then to the blinding sun rays pouring through the window in distaste. “I recognise that you enjoy the overwhelming company of the sun but I feel as if my body is burning at the stake. Although that does sound like a good time.” Enid switched the plate from the left to her right hand and blew onto her fingers before rushing to close the curtains. “Okay, noted. No sunshine in the morning.” Enid turns, placing down the plate of breakfast on Wednesday’s nightstand and twirls back to Wednesday’s bed. “Oh! Yeah so like, I saw you were really tired yesterday so I decided to let you sleep in. Did I accidentally wake you up? Oops.” Enid tilted her head, waiting for an answer. At the same time, she took the opportunity at hand and took a good look at the dishevelled Wednesday, hair undone, eyes barely opened. An unusual state for Wednesday, such a perfectionist could never endure such humiliation. Still, In Enid’s glaze, she looked well made. Porcelain skin and plumped lips and … Enid couldn’t help but stop her lingering eyes to focus on her perfectly shaped cupid’s bow.

 

“If you were any other, I would have killed you with a knife impaled into your throat but… very well.” Enid’s glaze flickers back to Wednesday’s glaring stare, hopefully she didn’t catch me staring. “Aw! Thanks, Weds.” Wednesday’s brows furrows at the nickname, to Enid it counted as dissatisfaction but to Wednesday, she just didn’t know how to react. Enid broke the silence first, “Anyways, I brought you breakfast from the cafeteria. I made sure to add extra pepper. I was worried it’d go cold by the time you wake up so I microwaved it 4 times.. so I guess you don’t have to worry about that now?” Enid opens her mouth to continue her mindless ramble but instead she was silenced by Wednesday’s speech of gratitude. “That is very considerate of you, Thank you.”

 

It stunts Enid for a second, a shy smile reaches her face. She clasps her hands behind her back out of habit before returning to her cheerly dementor, “By the way, where’s Thing? I promised him we’d have a manicure session today, we saw the cutest patterns on Pinterest and-.” Enid’s sentence came to a halt as Thing emerged from their shared bathrooms, holding a handkerchief and hand moisturiser. “Oh, hey Thing!” Enid waved to Thing to which he tried? to stand and wiggle his body to wave back, “I’ll stop bothering so you can get ready for the day, just remember to eat your eggs before they get cold. Come’on Thing, I found this 2000s romcom yesterday! I figured that we could watch this while….” Enid and Thing’s conversation carries on in the background as Wednesday gets up to make her bed. She catches bits and crumbs from their conversation, something about having fresh nails to show her pack.

 

Her first time wolfing out was hectic. Having to save Wednesday and fighting a goddamn hyde right after really took away her moment to celebrate but no doubt, Enid would do it over and over and over again.

 

Wednesday looked towards the plate on her nightstand, the steam emitting like embers of a fire. It quipped her curiosity seeing how much Enid had struggled to hold onto the plate for more than 2 seconds. Her hand lends to touch the edge and immediately retracts from neurological instincts. This could give someone 3rd degree burns. “This is very considerate of you." the girl whispers under her breath. Well, more like a faint breath given how sensitive Enid's listening has been getting. Wolfing out really gave the girl new supernatural traits.

 

 

On the plate, there stuck a rainbow heart shaped sticky note, nearly giving Wednesday a hive of rashes. The colours looked like a unicorn shat on top and smeared the shit across with its hoofs. It was distinguishably, Enid's handwriting. Her neat characters with perfect loops accompanied with a ton of silly doodles,

 

 

Good morning sleepyhead!

They stopped serving breakfast an hour ago so to fulfil my duty as a roommate, I reserved a plate for you!

Lots of peppers & love<3

Your roomie and bestie, Enid (PS I know you hate colours but I didn't have any other shades, sorry! :(( )

 

 

The message shot an uneasy feeling up her spine, straight to the back of her head. She crushed the note in the palm of her hands into a small ball and shoved it into a random drawer. It can be used as blackmail in the future. Right? Yeah, totally.

 

The goth girl resumed getting ready, devoting the rest of her day into researching for the next murder case she’ll be solving. Who knows maybe she’ll get lucky and she’ll meet a serial killer, and maybe even luckier if she’ll get to kill them with bare hands. The girl’s lips twitched at the thought, a deformed smirk pushes past her stoic face.

 

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Enid gulps. She kept drinking water because the back of her throat felt dry. It really wasn’t, it’s just what her body thought to be. She was jumpy. The hours moved agonisingly slow. She hated every moment yet she didn’t want to see them past. She didn’t want the sun to set but she could see the sky blooming into a sunset orange and it pools a sense of worry into her stomach. The moon would shine through in an hour or two, which indicates she’ll wolf out in an hour or two.

 

She really tried to distract herself. She should’ve asked Yoko and Divina for help but they had a date today. Something they’ve been planning for months and it felt so wrong to crash it so she asked Thing to help divert her attention with a manicure day instead. Hanging out with Thing is definitely awesome but during moments where nothing is being brought up, panic slips into the cracks of Enid’s mind. What if she can’t successfully wolf out again? What if the pack doesn’t accept her because she was the runt of the litter? Everything was stressing her out, damn it

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Enid blows onto Thing’s fresh coat of nail polish. On his nails there was the moon, the sun, and then them. A doodly Wednesday on the index finger, her hand extending to the middle finger which had Enid, and to the ring finger where Thing floated in a position where he seemingly held Enid’s hand. Thing allowed her to do something silly to clear her mind.

 

Looking through her glass stained window, she would make out the sky has faded into a navy blue. It was almost time, she could feel her own limps tingling, her animalistic instincts drawing her body towards the moon. It was time to prepare for the inevitable.

 

She packed according to her mother’s advice. One, wear something loose or a bathrobe because you will 100% rip your clothes. Two, have a pair of clothes to wear after detransforming. And thirdly, prepare a towel to wipe off all the mud.

 

She put everything into a bag and took a big breath. You can do this, Enid. You can do this.

 

Pulling on the strings of her robe, she grasped onto the door knob and informed Wednesday and Thing that she’ll be leaving. She felt the wavering tides soften in her stomach when Wednesday volunteered her company, showing complete willingness to sacrifice her solitude for Enid’s sake. As much as Enid was tempted to accept her generous offer, she knew she had to learn to be independent. So, with hesitation she turned Wednesday down.

 

The pup thought wolfing out and fitting in would be the biggest challenge tonight.

She just couldn’t predict the agitation she’s been feeling could have denoted something else.

A mortifying omen.

But how could she have seen it coming when it bashed into her?

Normalcy didn’t co-exist on earth with Wednesday.

 

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Wednesday hears the door shut. She felt this tint of disappointment spreading over. She fully believes Enid is more than capable to do this on her own despite her constant distress. That girl was a lot stronger than people tend to give credit, a trait only Wednesday could tell. The decision to offer her company was impulsive, rash, a split decision resulting from Enid's behavior these past days.

 

Her sunshine has been gloomy, covered by the essence of thoughts that clouded her mood. Every sentence the girl spoke came out with a string of unease. The tapping of the wolf’s foot against floorboards, gentle but astoundingly loud in Wednesday’s ear. She could feel Enid’s mild anxiety across the room, growing by the second. It was suffocating.

 

For the first time, Wednesday disrupts her own writing time and cuts it short. Standing up, the gothic girl planned to trail behind the pup and quietly observe. That's all, she promises herself. That’s all she’ll do but before she could turn the door knob, she is blocked by Thing. Thing protests and signs, “She turned you down for a reason, perhaps it’d be better if you just observed on the balcony.”

 

After rationizing, Wednesday reaches a conclusion. She pushes open the balcony doors and heads towards the railings. The moon was apparent now, the faint glow of pasty white and howling from the woods suggests that Enid has probably transformed by now. The girl scanned her glaze across the vast woods, hoping to spot a certain wolf with strikes of pink and blue.

 

Wednesday wouldn’t have admitted it, but in those tickling minutes, a paint of longing coated over her eyes. It’s just a shame only Thing noticed.

 

it It’s been an hour and yet Wednesday cannot find Enid amongst the bunch of mundane grey wolves, running in the woods. That’s alright, Wednesday didn’t plan to go anywhere else anyways. She didn’t detect anything abnormal until a howl that made Wednesday’s instincts churn.. She could tell it was within the campus’s proximity, she could tell it came from Enid.

 

Enid was in trouble.

 

Wednesday took her dorm keys and hurried down the gates which separated the campus from the woods. Thing followed behind her quickening footsteps. As the distance shrinked, the howl commensurate in volume. The continuous howling felt like welting against her head.

 

It was heart-wretching, tragic.

 

The darkness fused with the faint glow of the full moon. The paths were all escorted with streetlamps but even without lights, Wednesday could percept those blazing eyes, burning like flames.

 

There she stood, the golden pup, under the iron gates. Wednesday furrows her brows as she inspected Enid’s state. The wolf was panting out of either pain or exhaustion, the coat of her fur was matted down with a thick layer of blood, crimson tickling down like a stream. The glare in her was ravening. Conspicuously, a sense of enmity radiates off of the wolf. Under any other circumstances, she would’ve thought there was something eccentric about the wolf’s hostility, but a sense of panic ripples through her as she feels Enid scrutinise her back. She panics not because she fears, because it's obvious now that Enid is hurt. Enid was gravely hurt and Enid was afraid of her. For the first time, being feared didn’t feel so good.

 

Enid lets out a strange growl, bearing her canines towards the girl. Her instincts gnawed at her, completely oblivious to the fact that the girl was Wednesday. Everything was a mess. There wasn’t a place on her body where blood didn’t reside. Her own fur obscured her sight and her hearing, the blood slick and sticky. She was overstimulated by the hauntings, by the fighting, by the restless horror. Her growling intensified especially when she felt the girl’s approaching presence. Enid cowered into an attack position, getting ready to launch towards the girl. When suddenly, a familiar smell fills her head.

 

Wednesday?

 

“Enid?” The girl murmured. Then a hand reaches to the wolf’s head, brushing away the damp fur covering her sight. It really was Wednesday. The wolf let out a whimper of relief and brushed her head against the girl’s palm. Once for comfort, twice to signal the girl to follow.

 

The wolf led the girl to a tree where a clobber of belongings laid beneath, leaned against the trunk. Wednesday saw the clothes and robes. She grabbed the towel and wiped off clots of blood before wrapping a robe around the wolf, allowing her to detransform without exposing her nudity.

 

When Enid returned to her human form, Wednesday could see the panic setting in. Enid clenched the hem of her robes, tightening it against her body. The tears were uncontrollable, immediate. “Wednesday,” The poor girl choked. Wednesday looked towards her in concern. “They’re here for blood. They’re here for you,” Enid continues. Her robe is starting to stain, the gushing blood soaking through and yet, Enid stood firm.

 

“A pack of wolves jumped me. They blared about how you deserves to die and I- Fuck! I should’ve shredded into pieces, I should’ve ended them right there and then but there were four of them and me. I really tried my best but I didn't know how much longer I could hold up so I called for you.” The words came spewing out of Enid’s mouth. Wednesday knew this was urgent, but also a splendid opportunity for her to try out her new silver dagger. She has always wanted to hand stab a wolf. “Where are they now?”, she demanded. She expected Enid to answer but none prevailed. Enid shook her head, resistance in her gaze. “You’re not heading there alone, Wednesday.” Wednesday’s stern expression softens at the wolf’s protectiveness. “I’m not, I have Thing.”,she reasons. Enid denies her attempt at reasoning but her rendering facade cracks when she tries to walk forward. Her whole body ached with injury.

 

“I’m not letting you!” Enid toiled towards Wednesday. With each stubborn step, pain shot through the marrow gaps within her bones. “I was so worried, I thought you were in trouble-” Enid was hyperventilating now, her breaths coming in short, desperately grabbing onto Wednesday. She needed to know that she was still here and not beneath the ground. Her nails slightly pressed into her shoulder blades, grasping for a prickle of cert.

 

There was no time to be stalling and pursuing futile bickering . Wednesday had to do something. Something so absurd, so mortifying that it’ll calm the wailing wolf. After all, there was business to finish.

 

And so, Wednesday stared intently at Enid before plying her arms off. “Wednesday-,” Enid starts then puts to a halt when she’s pulled into an embrace.

 

If Enid had a nickel for how many times she had been privileged to hug Wednesday after a near death experience, she’d have two. Two whole nickles.

 

That isn’t a lot of hugs but it’s weird to have happened twice, right?

 

Wednesday’s body temperature stays at a constant 22C on average. On a daily basis, she'd feel like an ice pack against Enid, which burns like a bundle of sunshine. But currently, it felt as if Wednesday was the only body emitting warmth. Enid felt Wednesday’s arm circling around her waist, gripping a fist of robe. The other girl might’ve been pressing down on a few wounds but Enid let her hold tighten, her greed surpassing the weight of torture. She muffles her teary face onto Wednesday’s shoulder, inhaling the ever so familiar scent. The only scent which could lure her to sleep on days she had trouble sleeping.

 

“I implore you,” Wednesday whispered against Enid’s ear, her breath ticking across the side of her face, like a hand cradling her cheek. “I implore you to wait for me here…Please.” She urges. Enid focused on her smell, they way her lips hovered beside her own neck. She wished she would hold on forever, she didn’t want to let go. What were the odds she’d have the chance to hug Wednesday Adams again? The girl who never cracks but somehow always leaves traces of lines for her to slip through. The girl who had walls of steel to protect her heart. The girl who just wishes not to be hurt again.

 

“Fine. They’re further down west. They should be unconscious.” Enid finally concedes, recognizing in her dire state, she wouldn’t have been much help anyways. “Please, come back safe because I'm not heading back until you’re done. You better come back in 20.” She conditions which then Wednesday promises to follow through.

 

“Thing. Stay here and help Enid get dressed, and. If danger lurks, leave.” The gothic girl commands before heading down west. Just as Enid had described, they were unconscious. A group of wolves laid on the ground. Their bodies limp, gashes apparent on every surface of their bodies. She was proud of the job Enid has done, even their bones were sticking out of unnatural places. She slipped out the silver dagger from her boot and slit opened their throats. A clean cut across would do the job. Kneeling down, she lifts up one of the heads and holds the dagger up to the neck, leaving a clean cut with blood dripping down. She notices something: A prison code. Someone helped them escape with a cost. A bunch of puppets, disposable at dispense. Dolls who'll be cast aside and forgotten by dawn. It’s such a shame those efforts went down the drain when they encountered Enid. An attempt rendered into a letdown.

 

Or, it was a warning.

 

Either way some things can be left to discuss later. Wednesday wiped down her dagger with a handkerchief and headed back Right now, there are more important things to be dealt with:

 

Enid.

 

Just the echo of her name made her chest flutter. Something has cocooned In her hollow heart and she couldn't decide what to do with it.

 

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The girl held a grimace as the pain bit into her skin. After changing, she sat under a tree, in between tangled roots. Back leaning- no, practically pushing into the trunk, head thrown back, eyes shut. Her claws dug into the ground, grasps full of dirt, a hold for something, anything. She breathed in as much her lungs would let her, her chest heaving, a shaky exhale following each inhale.

 

Thing brought the towel toward her, his fingers moving in great haste, motioning her to use the towel as bandages, Her eyes were blurred by frantic tears, barely able to make out the message, and when she did, she lifted her arm up to receive the towel. Her fingers wobbled, fingers struggling to still. When she is finished, she lets her arms fall limp, hitting the ground.

 

She let out a groan when Thing wrapped a strip of towel around one out of myriads of opened wounds.The slight prick felt like grinders grating her flesh. Is Wednesday done yet? Where is she? It has no doubt been well over twenty minutes.

 

“Apologies for my delay. It seems there’s been a slight detour." After what felt like decades, Wednesday finally returned with her face freckled with blood. Enid's body was wrapped with rags of towels, a half complete mummy. The rags made every part of her stiffer than she already was. “Detour?” Enid grunts through her teeth. She wasn’t angry but the pain made her impatience weary.

 

“I’m sorry I made you wait.” The girl apologizes again before walking to Enid and stooping down next to her. “Hold still.” Wednesday barely warns before picking Enid up. The taller girl instinctively went to wrap her arms around the shorter girl, heat running up to her head. She felt so embarrassed and completely distracted from the throbbing pain on her arms. “W-wednesday, are you sure you’re able to carry me upstairs?” The taller girl suddenly felt conscious about her height. There was quite a contrast regarding their height, a little something people have also noticed. “Are you calling me pathetic?” Wednesday accuses, although she knew it was absolutely not what Enid meant. “No, thank you..” She shied away before the pain came rushing back again. Despite the difference in height, the taller girl weighed nothing to Wednesday. That girl could lift a hundred kilograms if she wanted to. Saying she couldn’t carry Enid up mere stairs was a jab to her ego.

 

Wednesday carried Enid up, Thing trailing behind, carrying Enid’s bloodied robe. They stop when Enid suddenly tells them to. Her face contorted into an expression which screams, ‘I'm gonna vomit.’ Wait, Just a sec. God, I can taste the blood.” She mumbles and bites onto a piece of rag conveniently wrapped on her shoulder where a part of towel was sticking out, leaving a print of blood. “Not mine” she states when she notices Wednesday staring with eyes of concern. And so they continued until they reached their dorm room. Wednesday’s footsteps were airy and light, leaving no trace of sound.

 

Enid was immediately set down onto her rainbow vomit bed. Enid’s hand clasped onto Wednesday’s, unwilling to let go, begging for this fraction of comfort from the girl. So the girl caved in, allowing Enid to step into this strictly prohibited territory inside her heart. She could feel the walls cracking day by day, and today, it felt as if a hammer had battered her walls, a rupture.

 

The girl’s grip was weak but consuming. Unknowingly, she had been festering inside Wednesday’s mind. A pest who meant no harm.

 

Wednesday properly rebandaged the girl’s wounds and ordered Thing to brew a cup of soothing tea along with some painkillers. Enid knew she was nearly stable when Wednesday’s touch to her felt chilly again. Still, she refused to untether the other girl. She really needed this right now, really. She gratefully drank the tea with the help of Wednesday and took the pain killers.

 

The warmth relaxed some of her tensed muscles. Her eyes flutter close, one hand still holding onto Wednesday’s. Her scent filled her space, reminding her presence as if touch was not enough to reassure her. “Enid, I hope you will have dreams full of…rainbows and your… pop music. As for the bodies, they will be taken care of, don’t worry. I- I cannot help but feel responsible. After all, they came after me, not you. Thank you for your nobility.” Enid felt bliss swirl around her stomach as the darkness creeped in. Wednesday waited for Enid’s grip to loosen and breath steady before slipping in a few sentences. “You have protected me again.” She hesitates before kneeling down on one knee and plants a soft kiss onto the base of Enid’s palm. “I’m indebted to you, cara mia.”

 

Wednesday always though she was an exception. An exception from the curse of obsessive love, the kind her parents had, the kind she despised. She has always been at race, the curse trailing behind her tail. By the twist of fate, the curse has befallen on her.

 

She got up and savoured the sight of Enid’s peaceful expression, free from the previous horror she had encountered. Wednesday headed back to her side and made a phone call to her parents, requesting them to deal with the bodies still laying in the woods.

Chapter 2: spirals

Summary:

When Wednesday take cares of her wounded pup and they have a lil angsty moment!

Again, no beta. There is probably spelling mistakes, inncorect grammar and ooc, feel free to always give me criticism! I hope you enjoy this chapter, lots of love <3

The light on the crystal ball slowly dwindles back to its deep purple, the orb reflecting Wednesday, accompanied with her usual glare. The bodies and traces of evidence will be demolished by the next hour, at least that was completed without mishaps.

It was dead in the night, barely a soul was awake. Even Thing was snuggled up in his little corner, covered by a flowery blanket(A little something Enid made with scrab yarns). Soft snoring travelled from the far side followed with intellectable mumblings now and then. Pleased to see Enid in a deep state of slumber, a soft sign leaves between her lips. On the contrary, Wednesday’s heartbeat was furl. Her mind refused to give her a piece of terror. She's been sitting in this position for the past hours, contemplating, regathering her thoughts then scattering them in loop because, well. She felt guilty and guilty was not the norm. If her eyes flickered towards the girl, she'd feel her heart pulled apart. It felt as if Enid used a scalpel to dig tunnels through her heart. A pain driving from people she...people she-. Words she'd never dared to think are now threatening to appear. She breaths in and collects her thoughts for the seventh time tonight.

A pain driving from the people she tolerates is a pain she cannot enjoy. Which means, She felt guilty for the scars and pain Enid had endured for her sake. She feels responsible for the cotton candy crazed girl. She feels all these foreign emotions, all peculiarly surrounding Enid.

Enid, Enid, Enid. A girl, her personality, bubbles and sunshine, would distant thousands of feet from the Addams family. But all she has done was to scouch her way in deeper and closer, to the point her own family has been familiarized. This Enid has successfully saved her life twice in the span of two months. Once from a monstrous beast, once from her own kind, battling on grounds she didn't need to, embracing injuries no one forced her. But for her sake, she bursts through, almost in a heroic way . It was uncanny how much Wednesday found her actions endearing, considering the depths of hatred she had mounted for hero play.

Enid has serviced her with the price of her body, her comfort, her joy. All for one reason she vehemently stood for: she cares. Enid was her savior, not in grace but in brutality and perhaps, that is what fits right into Wednesday's taste. Fate's wheels sprung years ago, landing her into this exact spot. Her hollow heart was meant to fit a cloying beast like her, only a person like she could contort and twist into the slits and cracks. Only she could sit snuggly inside this desolate vessel.

Wednesday didn't really want to venture further down this lane of thoughts. She tried to focus on something else. Murder cases she's been looking into, the prison codes tattooed on the escapees necks, but distractions would only get her so far as she circles back to Enid. Her mind loops her name like a broken record, names filling her mind, her body, her lungs. And it plays like a lullaby singing a dream, a dream she wishes to reach and own.

Enid.

Is that what she wishes to reach?

A girl who she has grown too fond for?

 

 

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Now it was Enid's turn to complain about the early sun rays.. She groaned at how incredibly bright everything felt and groaned when she tried to flip over on her side. Pain shot from all parts of her body, a sudden reminder of her injured body. The painkillers had worn off. Fragments of last night came back to her, every one of them blurred and unclear. She wolfed out, fought werewolves and Wednesday kissed her hand. Wait fuck, shit, what, Wednesday kissed her hand? Oh my god! I hugged and kissed on the hand by Wednesday. It finally hits her, the whisper of her voice, her breath breathing softly on her neck as they hug. Enid slowly opens her eyes, squinting from the battering sun, still laying on the bed. Then, a voice and a face appear in her sight, unexpectedly close.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-", the girl cried, her eyes widened. It took her a couple seconds to register who she was. "For someone who took down six wolves, you are quite the timid one. But I am glad to know I still hold the ability to cast fear in you." She said, eyes glinting with a sort of amusement. "Wednesday!? Why did you have to appear so suddenly, and right in my face- ow,ow,ow my shoulderrr!", Enid grimaces as she whines. "You should eat before taking medication. Thus, I have ordered Thing to buy your favourite breakfast: foods which are stuffed with sugar." Thing come running with a plate of big fluffy pancakes, smothered with the caramely-est maple syrup, topped with berries. Divine. It looked absolutely divine. Enid would get down on her knees and worship for a meal like this. She'd give full devotion to a meal like this. Before her fantasies with a plate of pancake could play further along, her stomach rumbled, empty from all the calories she had burnt from yesterday. She felt embarrassed for the sudden noise, red blooms on her cheeks, "Sorry. I guess I really am hungry." She lends to take the plate from Thing when Wednesday raced and took it before she could. Wednesday sat on the edge of her bed, barely touching the rainbow sheets, body shifting towards Enid. "Here." The girl rested the plate on her lap and cut out a piece of pancake with a fork and knife. She raises a bite to Enid's lips and nudges the bite against her lips. "Eat. You must replenish your energy since you've been drained." Enid reluctantly opens her mouth, letting the syrup melt on her tongue. A big smile plastered on her face. "This is so freaking good Wednesday, where did you buy this?"

Wednesday shoves another bite to shut her up, "You like it? Good." Ignoring Enid's question. She pulled out a napkin and dapped the corners of Enid's mouth, dripping with syrup and crumbs. The truth? Wednesday didn't tell Thing to 'order' pancakes, she made them herself. She woke up at five, sneaked into the academy's kitchen and told Thing to get her all the necessary ingredients, ridding the evidence afterwards. There was still flour stuck under her nails, she just hoped Enid wouldn't notice.

"You're feeling very.. attentive today." Enid mutters, chewing onto the last bites of her breakfast. "You're injured. I'm simply filling my duties as a roommate, as you have once said.", she retorts. Enid swear to god Wednesday almost let out a smirk, a twitch of muscle betraying her. "Here, take this." Wednesday hands her a cup of lukewarm water and a couple painkillers. "I'll change your bandages after it kicks in." Enid washes it down with a gulp of water, setting down the cup on her bed side table. "You know, I can change the bandages myself, I'm sure you must have more important things to be doing." Wednesday pursed her lip and stood up, "I suppose we'll need the med-kit.", dusting her dress and headed for the cabinets inside the bathroom.

Enid thought Wednesday was acting off. She radiated warmth. I mean she sounded insane to accuse a person being considerate, 'off' for such actions but this was her roommate she's talking about. Wednesday Addams doesn't give even an ounce of warmth. On top of that, she kept avoiding her questions and diverting topics.

Thing carried a med-kit while Wednesday came out with a bucket of water and towels. "Wednesday, you really didn't have to do all this, let me." Enid scooched over to the edge of the bed and opened the med-kit, looking up when a cool sensation curled around her wrist to stop her. "Allow me." Her hand went to grab one of Enid's forearms, inspecting the night old bandages. Splots of blood have seeped through, other than that it appears there is nothing unusual. She unfurls the knots, revealing a deep gash, blood clots sticking onto the insides of flesh. Enid's breath hitches at the sight, repulsed by her own skin. "I-." Her lips wobbled, biting on the bottom of her lip out of habit. "Gosh, I was so focused on everything else yesterday, I never noticed how deep the slashes were. They're-..", Hideous is what she wanted to say but she didn't finish the sentence. Perhaps if she doesn't mention it, it wouldn't be that way, right? What kind of logic even is that?

But the damages are irreversible now. Her body will be a home of scars for months, embedded on almost every part of her body. And when she goes home, she'll continue to be shamed by her mother for how pathetic she has become.

You can close your eyes, I'll take care of it." Enid clams her eyes shut, droplets uncontrollably falling onto her lap, lips quivering with a sense of shame, fear and conceive. Werewolves heal faster, their wounds mend quicker but these will be visible for a minimum of three months and Enid could not accept that, she doesn't have the strength to swallow.

Wednesday reaches up and wipes away a droplet hanging from the girl's jaw then moves higher up her cheek, dabbing away all the tears from her face. Enid stiffened, staring wide eyed at Wednesday for the sudden closure. "You should be proud of harboured scars. You should wear them as metal prizes. Do you hear me, Enid?” Wednesday scolds her. She knew how Enid would respond to things as fascinating as scars. To Wednesday, scars only meant victory. While the other thought of it as shame. She’s seen how hard Enid tried to cover up her previous scar left by the hyde. Myriad on myriad layers of foundation,concealer, only for it to look the same.

Wednesday cleaned the wounds with precision, wiping alcohol around to disinfect then applying a thin layer of ointment for faster healing. A prolonged silence dragged on until Wednesday decided to speak. "I didn't get the right opportunity to say this yesterday but, thank you ,Enid.", which then Enid replies with a soft sniffle, eyelids shut closed, daring not to peek at her wounds. "You're always dealing with dangerous activities, you forget how much you can really take." Wednesday's eyes softened and looked at the girl in front of her, a heart of altruism. "That doesn't mean you get hurt willingly. Next time, step out of my business."

Enid's eyes snap open at their statement, "Step out of your business?" Enid wasn't sure what kind of point Wednesday was trying to get at. "You could've been gravely hurt or worse, killed!" Her voice slightly raised, almost squeaky. "Do you know the ruthlessness of werewolves? We're animals. We don't think of logic when we're in that form we act on primal instincts.”, She lectures.

“I could have dealt with it my way then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” Wednesday counters.

“I don’t care Wednesday, you’re not excluding me out of any of your plans now, are you?”

Enid took her silence as an obvious yes, “You can’t do that! We’ve been through so much together!”

“I don’t wish you harm. I-”

“Harm? Well it hurts me to see you hurt! And it’d hurt even more if I knew I didn’t try to help you!” Her voice pitched, ringing in Wednesday’s mind.

Something cracks in Wednesday’s heart and her patience snaps.

“Have you thought that I’d hurt too?”,anger seeping through her teeth.

“What..?” Enid was oblivious, so damn oblivious. “Don’t you think it’d hurt me to see you hurt as well? To know it was because of me.” Her voice cracked at the end of the sentence. Whatever just vomited from Wednesday sounded genuine, raw. Enid didn’t know how to rebuff that.

Their conversation landed in silence yet again as Wednesday wrapped the last bandage, her once steady hands shook.

“There, I'm done. You should take some rest", she states as she packs up the med-kit. Enid felt discomfort in the sudden loss of Wednesday’s attention. "You don't get to tell me what to do, Addams!", Enid yells as the other girl turns to leave. "Don't act like such a child.", said Wednesday as she headed towards her own bed. "Child? Well, it seems you've been babying me for the past 4 hours, I don't see what's wrong with my 'childish' mannerism!" The other girl sat down on her own bed, facing Enid. "I am not babying you, I am only catering to your needs and what you need right now is sleep."

"Well, I- It's the broad daylight, you can't expect me to fall asleep.",she reasons.

"You really are insufferable sometimes.", says Wednesday before getting up again and picking up her cello. “Do you wish for a nursery rhyme to lure you into sleep's embrace? Or shall I decide?” Enid felt embarrassed, “N-no, it’s alright you don’t need to do that.” Wednesday lifts an eyebrow and makes up her mind, “Very well, I’ll decide.”

The sound of cello filled the room, it made Enid feel safe knowing Wednesday’s presence. She slides under her blanket, twisting into a shrimping position, humming to the melody until she’s doses off, a reverie.

 

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Since the hyde, Wednesday has started subconsciously stirring new emotions, something Enid has noticed. She let her get closer, allowing her to cling onto her sleeve, eating lunch and dinner at the same table. She even started sharing random finds of serial killers when they’re alone. Enid thought the facts were creepy but the gesture was sweet, they were endearing, a kind of reminder that Wednesday was opening her vault heart. She revelled in her attention, it was the chase which made her feel so special, the kind of things no one else would be able to see. Only she had the privilege to see her in a nightgown, only she would soak in Wednesday’s presence without being glared at, only she could ramble on forever without getting told to shut up. Her adoration for Wednesday had tripled in the duration of one month, some even might say it has bypassed the level of fondness.

She’d gush about the tiniest affection Wednesday offered. She herself might’ve not gained consciousness to this matter but to all her friends, it has become more than conspicuous, an obnoxious bulge from Enid’s regular talk. It was all she’d spiral about sometimes.

 

 

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Enid roused from her sleep, a slight grumble, annoyed and confused to have been woken up. Wednesday appeared in the corner of her eye, standing beside her bed. This time she held a plate of food. “I have brought dinner up from the hall, I do hope you are fond of baked potatoes and brussel sprouts.” Enid let out another grumble of dissatisfaction, still dazed from her nap. “No! I don’t wanna.” She grabs onto the blanket and hides under the cover. “Enid, please. Do you not wish to wake up or do you not wish to eat baked potatoes and brussel sprouts?” Enid ventures deeper into her covers, a muffled, “Neither!”, comes out. “Are you still angry at our previous disagreement? You cannot forsake your health because of something trivial.” Enid lowered the blanket, a pair of eyes peaking out. “What? No, that’s not- I’m just playing with you Weds.” She comes out from under the covers and swings her legs to the side. “So, baked potatoes, hm? Will I have the luxury to be fed by you again?”,her tone brisk, inviting. Wednesday didn’t think twice before starting to dissect the potato, unleashing the steam hidden within, allowing it to cool down before feeding a bite to Enid.

After dinner, Wednesday urges that Enid’s bandages must be changed again. Going on and on about medical terms and ideologies which Enid found inscrutable.

“Stop!”Enid raises her palm in front of Wednesday’s face. “I get it, stop yapping. I won’t understand anyways.” Wednesday went to get the med-kit again.

Her icy touch landed on her forearm, untangling the bandage and inspected for any signs of infection. Enid gingerly opened her eyes to examine the wound herself, dread fills her when she does. Yup, still as bad as this morning. Deciding not to probe her own insecurity further, she focuses on Wednesday’s hands instead.

 

 

“Your hands are shaking, why? What’s wrong?”

Wednesday always had the hands of a surgeon, steady and ever still, Enid would entrust Wednesday to a life or death surgery.

“About what you said earlier in the day, I don’t plan to exclude you, I only wish to protect you. I’m sorry .”

Wednesday’s head kept low, avoiding eye contact and instead focused on treating Enid’s wounds. Enid didn’t know what was wrong with herself but she felt a slight warmth when Wednesday cared, even when it meant the other girl was hurting.

“I understand, Wednesday, I do. I promise I’ll come to you first, okay?..”

Wednesday’s hands remained trembling. “Is that all? You don’t seem the kind to be troubled by trivial stuff.”

Oh, god. Wednesday swallows, maybe it was the words she swallowed, not air. She wanted to eviscerate herself right there, right then. What was she supposed to say? I want you? “There.. there is more to it but I- I cannot.”, almost choking on her words.

“You can tell me, you’re always free to tell me, I won’t judge.” Enid knew it was harder for Wednesday to open up, compared to other people. That’s why she has always given her space. Space to be alone yet close enough for her to know, she’d always be there. To let her know they were friends and that she could trust her.

For a minute Wednesday’s hands rested on Enid’s lap, her hands trembling further. “My pride, it slams down onto my airway. It makes it difficult for me to disclose emotion. There is so much I wish to say but cannot.” This time Wednesday clams her eyes shut, afraid of her own confessions, afraid of what Enid will think of her.

“Am I not worthy of your vulnerability? Not even in the slightest?”

“You are more than enough.” Wednesday takes Enid’s hands in hers, cupping hers own around the other, squeezing softly.

“But yet not worthy?”,Enid probes. She was determined to barge through her heart. Wednesday thought Enid was insidious. Her words, her actions, her choice of reaction. All, a poison to her veins, not malicious vaper travelling through vessels but it was everything which went against the principles she had set, deeply buried, only for Enid to dig it all out.

Enid could feel Wednesday squeezing her hands tighter.

“You’re more than I show." “Then why, why can’t you confide in me like I do in you.?”

Wednesday went from sitting next to Enid to the floor. Her legs folded underneath, a seiza position. She still held her hand. “Wednesday..What are you..” Wednesday looked up to Enid, eyes glimmering, a circle of fear rounded her iris.

“I cannot lose you.”

“You won’t lose me, silly. Why would you?”

“I’m not sure, I just can’t.“ (You’re too precious.)

“Wednesday, I-... Confide in me, divulge in me. I’d never judge you unless you’ve committed unforgivable crimes.”

She could hear Wednesday’s throbbing heartbeat from miles away, clamours in her ears. Her nerves spiked up.

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“Then you won’t be. That’s what I’m here for okay?”

Wednesday presses down her forehead onto Enid’s hands and a tear escapes, then another. They start trickling down on Enid's lap, ingraining a spot with every drop, slowly expanding their territory. Enid could feel the pour of tears, her heart clutching with every sudden muffled sob Wednesday tries to hide, like a lighter aimed underneath her, her body shriveling with each flick. She bows down her head and plants a kiss on top of Wednesday's head. Her tone firm, "I'd never leave you."

The room wore thick with tension. Wednesday collected herself after a while then got up and headed straight into the bathroom, not even Thing was allowed to go in. Enid wished to pry but went against it. Wednesday just cried, did Enid have the audacity to force Wednesday into giving her more information on how she's feeling? She supposed, it was a big leap already. To have her roommate feel safe enough to weep in her presence, to have her hands wrapped around her own. Wednesday must have been embarrassed to have shown vulnerability.

It was half an hour to midnight before Enid decided to sleep first. It's been almost an hour yet Wednesday has not shown a sign of coming out yet. She has knocked on the door over and over again, showing grave concern for her but all she got was a simple, "leave." She sighed internally, not knowing how to deal with the girl.

 

 

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Wednesday could feel the chilling tiles bite into her skin. She sat on the floor, back against the tub. Her arms hugged her knees, chin resting on top. Enid just gave her a full declaration of loyalty and all she had done was sob like a child. She sniffles and ruminates. What would her next step be? Enid has pulled every nerve of her system, it was impossible to ignore the tub on her heart. It felt more like the sole of a shoe dug into her flesh, daring her to feign ignorance. The more she tried to, the harder the force hurled into her. Everything Enid does reminds her why she’s special, special in a way where no one could replace. The only inhibition was fear, barring down the gates, like chains downing her movements. She was afraid of breaching boundaries, boundaries with Enid. Did she even see her in that way, ever? Enid's always bubbly, kind and giving to everyone. It doesn't make Wednesday any special in that way, she received the same treatment as others did. Every thought scratched her brain, clawing on her scalp. She could not stop her heart from running towards that girl. Does she tug back at her bolting heart or run with it?

If she tugged it back, she'd never have Enid.

If she ran with it, She might lose her entirely.

Her hair brushed the shower curtains, droplets falling onto her braids.

Wednesday steadied and ran with it.

She'd start courting Enid, step by step. She'd throw her romantic gestures, small efforts. Her parents were eloquent in the language of love. Growing up, all she heard were corny lines and mushy poems made on the thread of love. Dinner dates and flower crates. Unfortunately, but fortunately now, she has picked up a couple skills. For etiquette, flowers first. Then perhaps, a kiss.

 

 

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Enid laid snug, cuddling her blanket. She was comfortable yet she could not sleep. Her eyes were dry, scratchy, every thought weighted down her lids, threatening to close then refusing to when she did. The door to the bathroom was still. No sign of door knobs twisting, creaking or light. She forced herself awake, the pair of golden jews glued on the handle. If she focused enough, could she manifest telekinesis and swing the door open on command?

Her shoulders involuntarily flinched when sudden bright light leaked from the door, Wednesday appearing behind. Wednesday has calmed, her heartbeat slowed to a rhythmic beat. The girl went straight to bed and so,Enid shut her eyes, ready to sleep.

 

 

 

Footsteps trailed, harrowing stomps following her behind, moving in tow. Her breath heaved, sweat dripping down her forehead, then on to her forehead. Her speed increased, footsteps, footsteps. Innumerable of them, the sounds sacking together. Her claws toiled, digging through dirt, specks flying in the back, raining back on the soil.

Murderer

Murderer

Murderer

Murderer ,they clamoured, howled. Her stomach churned, the words mauled through every part of her. A collar coiling around, growing like vines, clinging onto her throat, her arms then following to her legs. Her mobility deteriorated, hindered by restraints. No, she wasn’t. She isn’t like this. She was more. She wouldn’t but- Her breath mirrored,

“Murderer.”

“Murderer.”

A murderer. No she wasn’t. She isn’t like this. She was more. She wouldn’t do shit to hurt people-

“MURDERER.” The pack growled in sync, a deafening chant, exploding through the woods. Her claws extended further, the pack perilously close. A claw caught onto her leg. She lets out a scream of terror.

 

 

Enid woke with a joint, her clothes were soaked with sweat, the baby pink turned into a nude. Her heart tumbled.

“Enid?” Wednesday walked towards her, each step was deliberate, a switch away from turning around and cowering back in bed. Wednesday followed Enid's unblinking gaze, a moth to flames. Her eyes glowed like fireflies perched on her face. Their distance drew short, locks of black hair swayed in her view. "Wednesday, are you feeling better?", her voice hoarsed. "Shouldn’t I be asking you instead? You were crying, I-" The words were caught in her airway again like mucus piling up. She cleared her throat, "Let me do you a favour". Enid could hear Wednesday's steady heartbeats picking up. Random skips and accelerating speeds. "What is it?"

Wednesday takes Enid’s hand, their temperature mixes, feverish and chilling. She drags Enid into her covers, both slipping underneath, hands still clasped and fingers intertwined. Enid lets out small giggles as Wednesday stays silent, her thumb drawing doodles on the back of her hand in response. A gap laid between their bodies, a pitch of void. Their arms, a bridge, built to connect with one another. “

"I don’t know what has come to haunt you, but I’m here for you as well, mi cachorro. Always.”

Notes:

I'm thinking of a chpater 3 so they'd finally kiss but I'm not sure yet. Should I????