Writer's Note:
In this story, Enid and Wednesday are switches. This is because some people see Wednesday as the dominant one, or vice versa, so I decided to give people two types. Also, if there are any lines in other languages, translate them for a lil treat :)
Also also, I'm an asexual, and I don't really feel comfortable writing stuff more sexual than making out, so if you understand, tyy
Anyway have fun :>
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Enid put alcohol on the pad, hesitating. "This might hurt."
"Good, or else it'll be uneventful." Wednesday griped, making Enid sigh.
Enid put the alcohol pad on the girl's scratch, making Wednesday flinch, her arm shaking.
"Oh, are you okay? Want me to take it off?"
"No, I merely did that to get a reaction out of you."
A total lie. It hurt. Really bad. But she hid it well.
She bandaged the girl's arm slowly but surely.
"Enid Sinclair, you have a very punchable face," she said, looking at enid with somewhat soft eyes.
She looked at Thing, who nodded a finger.
Apparently, it was an Addams Family thing that instead of saying: "I love you", they say, "I loathe/hate you". It was weird but she would go along with it.
"Wednesday Addams, you have a very slappable face."
The smallest tint of blush covered the area underneath Wednesday's obsidian eyes. She looked panicked for a second and stood up.
"That'll be enough of that."
Enid stood up, being taller than her. "But- you still need a bandaid."
"No. Enough."
She frowned and looked at Thing. She sat back down. "Did I mess up?" She asked sadly. Thing said "No", quickly. "So she liked it? But she was too afraid to admit it?"
"I'm afraid you should stand up."
Enid stood up and turned around.
"Ugh, this is going to sound like my mother." she looked Enid up and down.
"Enid Sinclair."
The shorter girl started blinking rapidly. Which was odd because Wednesday never blinked.
"I.. will.. you..." She struggled to speak.
"Having a stroke, Wens?"
"Ugh. You know what, just come here."
Enid's eyes widened as Wednesday put a spine-chillingly cold pair of hands on her jaw and leaned Enid down to her level. She tiptoed a little, meeting her lips.
Enid went into full panic mode for a few seconds but eventually melted into the oddly warm lips that Wednesday had.
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The Closet Is Glass
FanfictionWednesday and Enid fall in love, and they keep it a secret between themselves. Trouble arises, will they have to tell everyone?
