#ratboy writes

Now, though, everything was back to normal, and Enid should’ve felt good about that, but she didn’t. The trauma from last semester still followed her, but she had managed to mask it. In fact, she had been masking for quite a while anyway, especially with the judgment of her mom, who still discredited her for no reason. Esther had disapproved of it when Enid broke up with Ajax and made it known with her comments. Hell, she kept trying to get Enid to get with Bruno again, but Enid wasn’t going to. First of all, he was a cheater and a liar. Secondly, she had, in fact, found something else out about herself. 

She was in love with Wednesday. She didn’t have the confidence to say it to her; however, she thought the goth would reject her after all. God only knew Enid couldn’t handle any more heartbreak. 

Currently, the werewolf was in bed, trying to watch a film, but she kept losing focus. Wednesday was on the other side of the room, writing down in a journal. “What are you writing?” Enid asked, looking over at the raven, curious as she had finished her writing hour. Maybe it was something for her novel. 

“Do you know how I have a new therapist?” Wednesday responded, glancing back over her shoulder. “Well, he thought it would be beneficial if… I write about how I feel and my fears. I am merely entertaining the idea, with no hope that it will work,” she finished. Enid nodded, thinking. 

“Just curious… how much is therapy for you?” the wolf pondered, pretending to just be curious. In actuality, she was thinking of getting a job to get to therapy. 

“It is about $100 without insurance, and $50 with insurance. Why are you asking?” Wednesday enquired, turning her chair around and facing the wolf.

“I just was wondering, why? Can’t I be curious about my roommate?” Enid tried to joke, but Wednesday saw through it, and she didn’t know why. She still kept the facade up. 

“You know… your eyes betray what you speak. You haven’t been coping well… and I didn’t want to pry and make you back up. You are suffering, aren’t you?” Wednesday finally confronted. She knew that the blonde had been suffering for months, and wouldn’t outright say it. 

“No,” Enid answered all too quickly. The brunette raised an eyebrow, and that drew a sigh from the blonde. “Fine. Yes, I have been. Ever since your first semester. I have been trying to stay fine, I am sorry for not saying…” Enid apologised, looking down as guilt flooded her system. 

“It is ok to not be ok,” Wednesday started, standing and going towards Enid’s side. Grabbing the black blanket from Enid's chair, she set it down and sat on it. Ramrod straight as usual. 

“You don’t seem to be suffering as much though…” Enid admitted. “I feel weak compared to you, and I am supposed to be the alpha,” she added, looking down out of shame from both confessing, and how she truly felt. 

“I do though… I hide it from everyone. Even you. Therapy has been… working, I hate to admit,” Wednesday acknknowledged, biting her lip, her eyes flittering to the side. “I am sorry I never showed weakness. I do not like to make it noticeable,” Wednesday added. 

“It’s ok… I get it,” Enid shrugged. 

There was a beat of silence for a moment. 

“I have been… suffering in my own way. I have nightmares, ones that I do not enjoy, and also I cannot visit certain places still. Like The Weathervane. I have tried to hide it by not sleeping much, and getting coffee here, but that is all I feel like saying about my weaknesses,” the goth confessed.

“Oh… oh ok. I see,” Enid started, before she looked down. “Can I… hug you? Before I say anything?” she questioned. Nodding, Wednesday held her arms open. Enid quickly launched into them, hugging her tight. 

“Therapy would be a good option for you, I think,” Wednesday hummed, holding the blonde close and gently. Nodding, she kept in her arms.

“If I don’t… distract myself, I think of him attacking me. I think of him killing you. I think of when he threw you out the window… I’m scared…” she admitted. 

“Yes, I am fine,” Wednesday responded, a hiss of pain happening as her arm instinctively reached down and held her stomach. “Fuck,” she grunted, putting her head on the table and closing her eyes. She didn’t usually get cramps this bad, no. It was rare, but it had worsened after she was stabbed by Crackstone. A hidden curse that she must’ve gained from Goody’s healing. Slamming her fist on the table, she was unaware of the wolf moving next to her. 

“You know… it is ok to admit pain. Is it period cramps?” Enid asked gently, rubbing the raven’s shoulder blades. 

“How did you know I was on my period?” Wednesday quickly inquired, looking at Enid the best she could with her forehead on the desk. “Scent mainly, but also the bathroom bin. I went to throw something in, and I saw it,” Enid reassured her, massaging the shoulder blades. Letting out a low groan, Wednesday nodded. 

“Can you… get me water and some medication? I shall prepare a hot water bottle,” the goth spoke, her voice straining in pain as she was going towards the kettle. 

“Lie down. I will sort everything out, trust me. I got this,” the werewolf insisted, and Wednesday sighed before she nodded. She knew that the other could be stubborn, but also caring. She had to accept it. As she laid down, she watched the wolf boil the kettle, get the bat hot water bottle and also get her some water and medication. 

“I can deal with this, you know,” Wednesday hummed, looking at the blonde, but the wetness in her eyes showed she was struggling. Her hands also remained on her stomach.

“Yeah, right. When you can’t write, I know something is wrong, and I am going to make you rest. You’re in pain after all,” the oldest girl told her, her eyes soft. Glaring, the raven took the water and the pills, closing her eyes as she reluctantly curled up. 

The kettle stopped boiling, and Enid immediately filled the bottle up, humming as she did so. Some new K-pop song, the goth thought. When handed the bottle, she immediately put it under her knees, closing her eyes. “Do you want to watch anything?” Enid asked, sitting next to her and rubbing her forehead. The raven shook her head, her eyes closed in relief, and her breathing was easier. “Ok, just relax, baby. I’ll be in my bed if you need me,” she responded to the nod, kissing her forehead before she walked towards her own bed and put on a show. 

Leaning over, she looked towards Nancy's side. “Sooo… what are we looking for exactly?”  Robin asked with a confused look. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke again. “Nance?” she asked, even using her nickname, she wasn’t sure she could even use it with her, but thought it would get her attention. Knocking on the side 5 times in a rhythm, she finally got the academic’s attention. Irritated, Nancy just looked at her, not answering her question. “Anything about wizards or dark powers, anything in that vein?” she added, trying to get through to her. That made Nancy snap, closing her eyes before she responded. 

“I don’t know. Ok?” she answered, standing up. “It seems this was just a big waste of time, and you’re obviously bored, so why don’t you just call Steve?” she snapped, and Robin looked surprised at that. ‘Is this about her potential still there crush on Steve?’ Robin thought in her head. “I’m sure he’ll pick you up, and I mean… I’m not really in danger here, so…” Nancy finished, practically stomping to where the other archives were. Robin opened her mouth to speak, but Nancy was already gone.

Rushing to follow her, she quickly went down the steps and almost tripped down them. She played it off by holding onto the railing at least. She didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of someone she had secretly admired from afar. “You do know that Steve and I are, like, totally not a thing, right?” Robin started. Nancy was confused, yet still irritated.

“What?” she asked, turning towards Robin with her face scrunched in confusion, looking at Robin leaning against the rail. At that, Robin moved towards her.

“So I figured you and Jonathan are still going strong because you guys are going to college and whatever. You’re like one of those unstoppable power couples, but I just… just wanted to make sure that you knew that Steve and I are just friends. Like, platonic with a capital P,” Robin finished, sighing as she was going towards a drawer in the corner, having an idea. “Just… in case that’s adding any tension between us,” she added. “Plus I only like girls,” she murmured under her breath. Still annoyed, Nancy turned towards her, showing her annoyance clearly again which Robin didn’t seem to get. It frustrated her.

“It wasn’t,” she answered sassily. “And what was the last bit?” she asked. Robin shrugged at that. “Oh nothing,” she hummed. “Nothing important at all,” she added. Nancy just raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t push it. She knew what she had heard after all. As Robin dug through the drawer, Nancy dug through her own. “Holy shit,” Robin started, making Nancy turn towards her. “The Weekly Watcher. I can’t believe they have this,” Robin started with a grin. It was one of her guilty pleasures after all. “Don’t they write about Bigfoot and UFO’s?” Nancy asked, confused what was going through Robin’s brain. 

“First of all, UFO’s are absolutely real. No doubt. Bigfoot… eh. Still on the dence about,” Robin answered with a shrug. Nancy just raised an eyebrow at that. “BUT may I remind you we are looking for information on dark wizards. If someone will write about it… it will be these weirdos,” Robin finished, proud of herself and her thinking. ‘Maybe I am useful mom!’ she thought to herself. 

Taking that suggestion, Nancy dragged Robin towards the microfilm reader again. “By the way, I don’t care about your friendship with Steve. Even if you are gay,” Nancy voiced out. Robin tensed, before nodding. 

“And you are ok with that?” Robin asked as she bent down, putting the microfilm in as she was nervous for her answer. She couldn’t hide it, it was ebbed in her voice. “I am. No judgement here,” Nancy answered. “I mean, I am going to Emerson after all,” she decided to do a quick joke. Robin quickly turned to her, widened her eyes before she nodded. 

“Yeah, ok, alright. Fair,” was her response before her brain started to work again. ‘Mayne I have a chance’ Robin thought before she shook the thought out of her head. “So… you wanna sit and look or…?” Robin enquired, pointing towards the single chair. “I can stand,” Nancy hummed, leaning against the machine. With a dry throat, Robin sat down and hoped Nancy couldn’t hear her heart beating otu her chest. 

As it started, they saw the first title. “Ah, Elvis cloned by aliens,” was Nancy’s only comment, a look of disbelief on her face.

“You never know,” Robin spoke, looking up at her with a shrug, a bit of red on her face. Nancy looked at her, then back up and rolled her eyes before she walked away, letting Robin take a look as she knew she would hear a lot of Robin’s opinions if she stayed near. After a bit, Robin’s voice came out again, but this time, in a dramatic tone. “Victor Creel claims vengeful demon killed family,” Robin relayed off the screen, looking back at Nancy who didn’t even look back. “The murder that shocked a small community,” Robin continued. “Ha ha. That’s very funny,” Nancy retorted, rolling her eyes again.

“I’m. Not. Kidding. Get over here,” Robin commanded, shocked it was her this time admittedly. Going over with a confused yet hopeful look, Nancy looked at the screen. “According to several insiders, Victor believed his house was haunted by an ancient demon. Victor allegedly hired a priest to exorcise the demon from his house,” Robin read from the screen. Nancy processed the information, thankful Robin was reading as well as if to double check she was reading it right too. Bewildered, she was just glad they found something. “Pretty novel for the 50’s. Exorcist wasn’t even out yet,” Robin infodumped, before Nancy told her off, telling her to keep going. Flustered, Robin did as told. “So… Victor claimed this exorcism failed but it angered the demon which then murdered his family, removing their eyes,” Robin started again, glancing up at Nancy at the end. The academic just kept looking at the screen, reading and processing. “Victor believed he was spared as a punishment,” Robin finished. “Pretty convenient for him though,” Nancy added. 

“Yeah… or super inconvenient,” Robin rebutted, looking at Nancy again. Nancy just looked back at her again. “Victor was declared legally insane by the court, tight? What if this is why? I mean… it sounds pretty insane. Just didn’t go public because-” Robin added, before she was interrupted. 

“The plea bargains. The records were sealed,” Nancy finished, shocked she was believing this. Then again, it was also entirely possible. 

“What if a demon did invade Victor’s home?” Robin asked, a small grin on her face. “It’s just… this demon wasn’t any old demon…” Robin finished, Nancy looking at her again and god Robin felt weak. 

“It was Vecna,” Nancy finished, looking at her. Robin just nodded, a smile on her lips with a blush. “You are intelligent at some things,” Nancy complimented her. 

“Me?” Robin asked shocked. “Tell my mother that. She’d get a heart attack,” she tried to joke, still grinning. She noticed how Nancy looked at her. There seemed to be something behind Nancy’s eyes, not that Robin could tell what it was. “Yes! It may not be… convenient but you do have something inside your head at least,” Nancy responded, looking down at her still. Daring not to stand up, Robin kept sat down, blushing at the praise. “Psh… no,” she denied, going to look away when Nancy reached towards her and grabbed her chin before she made Robin face her again. “No. Don’t deny it. I wouldn’t have found the information at all without you here,” Nancy forced her to understand, and Robin nodded, looking away with her eyes as she knew it was true. “You’re easily flustered, huh?” Nancy teased, her fingertips on Robin’s neck pulse. She felt her fast Robin’s heart was beating. 

“No,” Robin tried to defend herself, looking at Nancy again before she glanced down at her lips. “You are. I wonder what would happen if I did this,” Nancy added, starting to lean down. She felt the taller girl’s pulse speed up, felt her hitched breath as Robin also started to breathe heavier. “You’re so hot,” Nancy murmured under her breath and Robin whimpered. 

“Can I kiss you?” Robin asked, looking at her. Dragging her up by her collar, Nancy answered by pinning her down against the other machine that was unused and started to kiss her deep. Letting out a low, satisfied groan, Robin kissed back, holding Nancy’s waist gently as she kept kissing her. 

Holding Robin by the collar still, Nancy kissed her as desperately as possible. She felt happy with Robin, Robin actually believed in her and did anything she said. At the same time she could also argue back if needed, like with the article. Thinking of that, she pressed herself against Robin, her free hand starting to rub the hem of Robin’s jeans and sweater. “Fuck Nance,” Robin vocalised, her breath heavy and her heart beating faster than it ever had. “Fuck,” she repeated. Nancy smirked. “Can we kiss again?” the taller girl asked. 

“Only if you announce that it’s true to everyone with me,” Nancy hummed. Nodding, Robin kissed her again and Nancy was holding her collar tighter (making sure Robin wasn’t choking either) before she started to trail her hand under Robin’s shirt, still rubbing the hem of her jeans though. She didn’t dare risk to touch her in public just yet, kissing was fine though it seemed. When Robin gasped, Nancy started to french kiss Robin, who responded eagerly. She still let the smaller girl take advantage of her, but she was starting to get a little turned on. After a few seconds, Robin pulled away. Nancy looked confused.

“I am so sorry… I was… getting a bit turned on,” Robin admitted embarrassed. 

“Oh, you were huh? You should come to my house when we finally kill this son of a bitch. I can… show you a good time,” Nancy answered. Nodding, Robin started to calm down. 

“Should we tell Dustin now?” Robin asked. Nodding, Nancy smiled. 

“Yeah, good idea,” she spoke, putting everything away with Robin before they left the library. 

Robin grabbed the walkie talkie from her pocket as she started to contact them. “Nancy’s a genius. Vecna’s first victims date back to 1959. That shot in the dark? Bullseye,” Robin walkie talkied, still breathless and flustered. Nancy stayed beside her as she was thinking of how to present the theory to them all and also a potential plan on how to speak to Victor. They needed to after all. Safe to say, she was happy she was paired with Robin and she would always choose her from now on. She was brought out of her thoughts when Robin spoke. “So… not going strong with Jonathan?” she asked.

Currently, he was getting changed as he was wearing a black plaid skirt, and he had just put a crop top on when the door was knocked on. Panicking, he looked back. “Who is it?” he called out, hoping it wasn’t one of the Caliban students needing help. 

“It’s me, Enid. For our science project?” she asked, confused, starting to open the door. “Wait!” he called out, but it was already way too late. She had seen. Widening her eyes, she walked in quickly and closed the door. 

“Oh. My. God! You look so good! I could never pull that off!” she spoke quietly, seeing he wanted to keep it private, and she would do that. He was her best friend after all. 

“Really?” he asked, self-conscious as he was picking at the hem of his pink crop top. “I think you could’ve,” he added. 

“Yeah, but it would look better on you,” she reassured. He nodded, embarrassed still.

“So… fuck the science project. How about a makeover?” she asked, sitting on his bed and kicking her feet with a smirk. “Makeover?” he asked, his eyes lighting up slightly. Nodding, Enid grabbed her backpack and got her makeup pouch. Shocked, Ajax started to walk over as he was sitting next to her. 

“I… have never done make-up,” he admitted.

“Why? You would look so pretty… if you don’t mind me calling you that,” she answered to his confession. 

“I… why does that feel good? And it’s because if people come in, they would see it…” he answered, scratching the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“Well, we can put it somewhere and hide it when we go shopping. Now, let me get the mascara out,” Enid hummed. “Start some music, would you?” she asked, looking excited. Ajax nodded, putting on Enid’s playlist, before he processed what she said. 

“Wait, shopping?” he asked, panic painting his features slightly. 

“Yeah, don’t worry. If anyone says anything, then I will defend you,” she reassured. “We will get you make-up, some skirts and more tops. Maybe tights?” she offered. “Now close your eyes!” she demanded. Doing as told, he was thinking as he felt the mascara stick doing its job. 

“Yeah. I… wouldn’t mind that,” he admitted. 

“Good, we will go tomorrow then? Around lunch? Wednesday is busy teaching Agnes to fight after all,” Enid spoke with a shrug. Ajax nodded.

“It’s a plan,” he agreed. 

He proceeded to let Enid continue doing his make-up, and he was happy about that. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow, though.

—

Around lunch, Enid met up with Ajax, who was wearing a pair of black, loose jeans and a Star Wars t-shirt. “Dressed differently today,” she teased him, but she did notice he had put on some mascara. 

“Yeah… how did I do today?” he asked nervously.

“It looks great,” she smiled, holding his hand as she dragged him to the bus that had parked up. “You will improve with time, of course, but you did great for a starter,” she added. Ajax smiled at that.

As they boarded the bus, they started to chat about what he wanted, his style. Of course, she would also help choose, but she wanted him to have his own choice. “Perfect!” she said. 

“Can you… take my card and buy the clothes? So… no one knows it's me?” he asked, partly ashamed. 

“We’ll get your confidence up one step at a time, but I can do that!” she grinned, just happy to be shopping with him. Nodding, he was relieved about that at least. “Thank you. You’re the bestest friend I have ever had,” he thanked her.  Enid nodded with a smile. She was happy to help. 

When they finally got into town, she proceeded to drag him to her favourite clothes shop. Following, he had that nervous excitement as he quickly entered with her. Enid acted like she was going to the skirts, forcing him with her to help him feel more confident looking. She then nodded. “There you go. Feel free to look around,” she reassured, looking at some herself. Nodding, he looked as well. In the end, he got 6 new skirts, 4 new crop tops and some casual T-shirts. Enid had her own lot, too, so she refused his card. “Let me pay for this. It’ll be a gift for you,” she practically begged. 

“Are you… sure?” he asked, glancing down as he was scratching at his neck slightly. 

“Yes,” she reassured, before skipping to the counter and putting the clothes down. Once she paid, the duo left. 

“Make-up time now?” he asked with a smile. Enid nodded.

“You know it,” she grinned. “After this, want to get a hot chocolate at The Weathervane and then go to my dorm?” she asked. 

“Can I pay for the drinks then?” he asked. Enid nodded.

“You may,” she responded, and Ajax grinned before they went over to the make-up store. They proceeded to grab some concealer, mascara, foundation and a few more essentials before Enid tried to pay. Ajax beat her to it, though, not wanting her to pay for everything. “Aw man…” Enid pouted, but she knew she had been beaten.

“Too slow,” he teased her. Enid quickly slapped his arm, keeping in mind her strength as she didn’t want to hurt him. He was definitely cocky about paying first, though. “Now, let me pay for our drinks and then we can go back to your dorm,” he spoke. Enid immediately nodded, excited for her hot chocolate as she practically sprinted over.

After their trip to The Weathervane and discussing what movie they should watch that night, as well as catching the bus, they arrived back at the dorm. “I have a privacy wall there so you can change into your clothes and we can see how you feel, ok?” Enid explained. 

“Yeah!” he exclaimed happily, immediately grabbing his bag before he paired some things together. Outfit after outfit, he got a rating and if it matched or not. It was definitely helpful, before he was thinking. “Enid, can I borrow a pair of short shorts?” he asked. 

“Trying to be from the 80s?” she teased. “But yeah, you can!” she confirmed. Excited, Ajax got out a pair of pink jean short shorts and paired them with his teal crop top. Hell, he debated changing his beanie to a red one but decided to keep it purple.

Walking out, he felt more confident, doing a little spin before he faced Enid, who looked in awe. Smiling shyly, he went to hold his neck. “You look so pretty!” she cried out quietly with a grin, holding his hands and jumping. “Let’s do some foundation and blush,” she added. Nodding, the gorgon was excited as he sat down on her bed. The wolf, meanwhile, grabbed what she needed before she was sat next to him, starting to do his foundation. That was when the door opened, and he tensed up immediately as Agnes and Wednesday walked in. Wednesday glanced over, doing a nod before she stared at Ajax. Agnes, meanwhile, tilted her head, watching as she was confused about what was going on. 

“Hey, babycakes, Agnes,” Enid hummed, concentrating on getting the make-up right. 

“Hello. Seems you have better style than Enid, not having pink-on-pink,” Wednesday hummed. “Do you still go by Ajax and the same pronouns?” she asked. 

“Yeah, I do…” he spoke, embarrassed.

“By the way, I also helped him choose his clothes. Thank you very much,” Enid grumbled, looking back with a raised eyebrow. 

“Well… he is able to match better then. Now, do not come to my side unless it is an emergency. I am teaching Agnes how to sneak better when invisible,” she informed. Enid just nodded, focusing again.  

Enid hadn’t caught on yet, but what had caught up was her lack of sleep. She had been struggling the last 2 days in class, but she was hiding it from everyone still. Bianca knew something was wrong, though, as she had seen Wednesday’s talent deteriorate in fencing. Hell, she won against Wednesday 20-2 yesterday, which was a rarity. In fact, it had never happened.  

Wednesday was currently in English, one of her favourite classes, but every word was going in her ear and out the other. She hated it, but she couldn’t help it. In fact, the goth’s eyes were also closing now and then, making her have a micronap for around 2 minutes at a time before she would wake up. That was when Wednesday decided she’d skip the rest of the day, fuck Weems and her punishments, she was going to see if she could sleep during the day. When the bell rang, she tried to hide her jolt of surprise, but she did feel a pair of eyes on her back. Quickly packing up, she exited the classroom, ignoring everyone as she was striding over towards the Nightshades HQ. Snapping her fingers twice, the door opened and she entered immediately, going down the long winding stairs. 

Remembering the first time she came down here, she wished she could tell her past self off. Maybe then she wouldn’t be weak, and she would be able to sleep. Grabbing the black blanket from one of the couches that had been moved in there recently, she settled in the furthest corner from the door and wrapped it around herself like a caterpillar. Closing her eyes, she started to fall asleep.

—

After a few hours, it was lunch and Bianca was going down with Ajax, Kent, Yoko, Divina and Enid to their HQ. They had to have a meeting with Enid about recruiting her as one of them after all. She had clearly shown her potential to be one and keep it secret. She had helped save the school, she had stopped her gossip blog and only shared official news about Nevermore and her K-pop bands. Safe to say, she had shown she was trustworthy.

Their chatter stopped when they saw the dark-haired goth in the corner, who seemed to be fast asleep. She was twitching, though. “Is she… pretending for a trap?” Bianca asked Enid. Enid, herself, was concerned about it. “I don’t think so,” she answered. “I mean… it could be for her loss against you?” she offered. Bianca sighed, going towards the goth then. As she went to touch her shoulder, the goth’s eyes opened, and as quick as a flash, she had a knife in her hand and went to stab her in the shoulder.

“Whoa!” Bianca spoke, holding her hands up. “Chill out, Addams. Are you ok?” she asked, genuinely concerned as she hadn’t seen her react like this before. “Yes, of course. Why would I not be?” Wednesday instantly lied. 

“One, you skipped classes. Two, you tried to physically hurt Bianca because she scared you. Three, you got scared!” Enid immediately answered, wide-eyed as she looked at her roommate. Wednesday just shrugged. “Karma,” was all she answered. Enid sighed, bridging her nose. “Fuck the meeting about you being a Nighshade Enid, you are one now. Wednesday, what the hell is wrong with you? You have been sloppy as hell recently with fencing and now this?” Bianca answered. Enid, meanwhile, was getting everyone out as she didn’t want Wednesday to think she was being ambushed. 

“You haven’t been sleeping, have you?” Enid then asked, looking at her when everyone was gone. Well, except Bianca. Bianca just kept her eye on Wednesday, watching her. 

“How did you figure it out?” Wednesday asked immediately, looking at her with shock. 

“Because Thing told me, duh,” Enid answered.

“Wednesday… do you need… help?” Bianca asked hesitantly, not wanting to be stabbed. 

“No!” Wednesday immediately spoke, defensive. “I mean, no. I have Enid, I am fine,” she added, not realising the implications. Bianca nodded. 

“Wednesday. Come on, we are going to Weems, and you are getting help. This isn’t healthy. The first night, I woke up to you practically screaming in your sleep,” Enid demanded. 

Bianca left them be, going upstairs to meet with the others. She did look down, then spoke though. “Good luck disobeying Enid,” she teased Wednesday. She barely dodged a knife before she was upstairs. It was true, though, she was following Enid like a puppy would. When they reached the doors to Weems' office, Enid knocked first. Not that Wednesday would’ve.

“Come in,” Weems' voice called out. Opening the door and skipping in, Enid dragged Wednesday towards the seats. “What is wrong? Don’t tell me Wednesday did something already,” Weems groaned out, prepared for the impossible. She noted how Wednesday was looking away from her, though. 

“No, no trouble at all. Just concerned about Wednesday, though, she hasn’t slept in days,” Enid confirmed. Weems widened her eyes, looking at the goth who looked… guilty? 

“What is up, Wednesday? Do I need to call your parents?” the headmistress asked, concerned immediately. 

“No. You don’t,” Wednesday quickly answered the second question. “I just can’t sleep right now. What is wrong with that?” Wednesday asked.

“Because it isn’t like you,” Enid retorted. Wednesday just glared at her sideways. 

“And why can’t you sleep? Is it because of last semester?” the tall woman asked carefully, not wanting the raven to lash out. Wednesday remained silent, answering their question.

“Enid, take her to the nurse’s office. She will be put there to sleep, and after this, we will have more of a chat,” Weems confirmed, looking at Wednesday.

It was around noon at this current moment in time, and you had just finished your job of feeding the cows. It was around 50 minutes for lunch to be ready, and you didn’t have any more tasks to do until after lunch, so you decided to check on Lorraine, see how she was doing. When you arrived at the central area, you saw she was working in the barn, hauling hay from the truck to the barn. “Need any help, Rain?” you asked wth a smile, watching her. She was in her usual red jeans with a multicoloured top you had never seen her wear. It must be new. “Nice shirt,” you complimented, glancing at her up and down. 

“Yes, please, if you can help. And thank you,” she responded with a slight flush on her cheeks. You nodded, starting to help as you knew the task would get done quicker.

As you both kept going, you couldn’t help but glance her up and down every now and then. “Why do you keep staring at me?” Lorraine asked, confused when she had caught you after 10 minutes of watching. You and Lorraine also had done half the bales, so you were nearly done. It was hot as fuck though, and you could feel it as sweat dripped down your back and how it soaked your shirt. 

“Hm?” you asked innocently, embarrassed as you got slightly red, but you could easily hide it and blame the heat.

“You keep staring at me. You look me up and down. Why?” she asked, stopping you from grabbing a bale as she stood in front of you. 

“Because I can?” you offered as your best response. 

“Startin’ to feel like you have a crush on me,” Lorraine decided to joke, but she watched your body and facial reactions. She wanted to make sure she was correct before she made a move.

You stared at her in shock as you were making eye contact, her eyes going towards your lips. You blushed a bit more before you finally responded. “And what if I do?” you answered.  

“Well, we could act on it,” she hummed. “We have a while left before we are looked for,” she added with a seductive smirk. You nodded before she quickly grabbed your hand and dragged you into the barn. You were shocked. “As a warning… I wasn’t born like a girl,” she decided to say, looking at you.

“What do you mean?” you asked curiously. 

“Well,” she spoke, grabbing your hand before she put it on her crotch, where you felt a bulge. You widened her eyes before you started to stroke it. 

“So?” you finally asked with a smirk. Lorraine widened her eyes before she relaxed, grabbing your wrists and pinning you against the wooden support of the barn. Letting out a small groan, you saw her lean in before she started to kiss you deeply. In return, you kissed back, holding onto her hands the best you could, your legs opening wider. 

Pressing herself against you, she started to use one hand to grope at your chest while her other kept your wrists together. “Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be dominant,” you grunted in pleasure as you felt her unbutton and unzip your jeans. Her own were straining against her erection, and you couldn’t help but glance down. 

“You didn’t? Well, I can be and I am showin’ you that,” she responded before she glanced around. “Bend over that fence with your pants down,” she commanded. Nodding, you immediately did as told, looking back as she was undoing her jeans before she pulled them down as well as her underwear. “Are you stretched out?” Lorraine asked, starting to rub your pussy gently, before her thumb gently brushed against your clit. You gasped, arching your back as you kept hold of the fence.

“No, I masturbated this morning,” you admitted, embarrassed since you had technically sinned. She smirked and nodded before she started to enter 2 fingers when she felt you were stretched enough already.

“Good, I can just enter already. We don’t want anyone to walk in now, do we?” she smirked. 

“No ma’am,” you responded. 

“Good girl,” Lorraine praised before she started to enter you already, 6 inches in slowly but surely.  You tried to not moan too loud, covering your mouth as one of her hands held your hip in a bruising grip while her other hand kept rubbing at your clit. She was thrusting inside of you, slow and gentle at first, as you loved it, arching your back before she started to get faster and harder. You tried to hold in your moans, but it was practically impossible as you couldn’t help but let some slip.

She kept going, however, not caring as she was kissing your neck. “Is it that good, hm? Can’t even hide your moans,” she smirked as she looked at you, before kissing your neck again, licking every now and then. You just moaned in response. She was preparing to bite, but she didn’t want to leave it in a visible spot. She didn’t want her parents to know after all, not yet, at least. As she kept fucking, she was kissing towards your shoulder. “Can I mark your shoulder?” Lorraine asked. 

“You may,” you gasped as she thrusted harder before you spoke. You couldn’t help it as you gripped onto the fence harder, moaning louder as you were getting close especially with how pleasurable Lorraine’s thumb was on your clit. Lorraine smirked, she could tell you were close wth how often you tensed around her dick. Lorraine suddenly bit your shoulder gently, causing you to gasp and you couldn’t help but cum from the pleasure that you were feeling. 

She was still at the boarding school, she enjoyed the library after all, though and also a few of her teachers. She also had met with someone recently. She had gone to the library, her usual corner, to meet with them that day. It was a girl named Mikey and she was in her final year. So was Astrid at least. She remembered the day they met, smiling as she waited.

–

It had been a rough day, and Astrid was just sighing as she was in a new corner of the library. She had needed a new place to stay in the library as her old corner was now taken over by jocks. The same jocks that teased her any time they could. She was basically their prey and she hated it. She was just sitting down when a girl walked over and stopped in her place. “Sorry, do you usually sit here? I can move away if you want,” Astrid offered the girl.

“No, no, it’s fine. I was just in shock,” the girl said, sitting down. Astrid nodded, trying to focus on her homework then, but it was a struggle, admittedly. “What homework is that?” the girl asked.

“It’s a paragraph on racism from ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’,” Astrid answered.

“I can help?” Mikey offered. Astrid nodded before she agreed. 

From that point on, they had met up multiple times a week, either in the library or at Astrid’s dorm room. They never went into her dorm since apparently her roommate wasn’t friendly. Astrid was ok with Mikey always coming over to hers though as she had a private one due to the fact that before she came there, her mother influenced the decision of a private room. It made it better to hang out as they laughed at different films and also shows. They did everything together for 3 weeks, Astrid slowly but surely gaining a crush. It took another week for Astrid to accept it. 

During that last week, Astrid and Mikey kept hanging out as they were also helping with Astrid’s homework. For some reason, Mikey never brought any but Astrid shrugged it off. They were doing Astrid’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’ homework as it was a whole essay about forbidden love. “And done,” Astrid groaned when she finished, flopping onto the bed as Mikey chuckled and suddenly leaped onto her as she hugged her. Astrid smiled, looking at her as she was being held by Astrid. For a moment she almost leaned in but immediately managed to stop herself after almost making it obvious. Mikey seemed to notice immediately and gently leaned in. Astrid got a little red. 

“Do you… want this?” Mikey asked nervously. Astrid nodded.

That was when they finally kissed, and it was a great kiss. “I need to talk to you tomorrow about something that could affect us if that is ok?” she asked. Astrid nodded. “Thank you, I just want to express something really, that’s it. I hope you don’t mind waiting,” she apologised.

“It’s fine, I support you no matter what,” Astrid answered. 

The 2 decided to watch a movie at that time after.

–

Astrid was waiting for a bit in her dorm as she was reading ‘Crime and Punishment’ for the 4th time when there was a knock on the door. Astrid practically leaped off her bed, expecting Mikey but was shocked to see her mother there. “Mom!” she spoke in shock. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else, she added. 

“Hey honey, I just wanted to give you something. Beetlejuice gave me these for you,” she spoke, setting them on the desk. That was when Mikey walked in. 

“Oh, hey Mikey!” Astrid spoke smiling. “This is my mom, sorry,” she added with an apology. 

“It’s ok,” she spoke. “Hello Miss Deetz. I’m Mikey… Astrid’s friend,” she added, not knowing what to say as she wasn’t sure if Astrid was out to her mom. 

“Girlfriend actually,” Astrid added. Mikey smiled and nodded as she was looking at her with such loving eyes. Lydia widened her eyes before she nodded. 

“You better treat her well. So what do you study here and how did you meet? Are you in the same classes?” Lydia asked, already accepting.

“No, we aren’t in the same classes and we met in the library but I don’t study anything here… not anymore at least,” she admitted.

“What do you mean?” both Lydia and Astrid asked at the same time.

“I… um… I’m a ghost. A recent one of 5 years, sorry I didn’t say,” she apologised, looking down. “How did you die?” Lydia asked bluntly.

“Mom,” Astrid scolded. “That’s ok,” she spoke with a smile. “We can figure out a way to help, can’t we mom?” she asked, looking at Lydia. Mikey was shocked, widnering her eyes as she smiled in genuine shock.  

“I uhhh… I died from a heart attack a bit ago. Heart issues, gone now since I died,” she spoke. Lydia nodded, and Astrid also nodded as she thought of what to do.

This time, you were in the same film and you were lovers in it. It was decided as chemistry was important after all. Jenna was excited about that, but she was even more excited because you had some sex scenes together. She fought tooth and nail not to have protection, which you were shocked about but happy about at the same time. The director did agree after a bit, but you still had an intimacy director around, which was fair enough. Jenna did agree with that at least. You were currently about to do one of those scenes, as you were watching Jenna as she stripped down. You had filmed the first section a bit ago so now it was to do the acts of sex. You were already eager, getting hard as you were looking her up and down. The directors noticed immediately. “You 2 ready?” they asked, even if they had noticed already. They were just wanting verbal consent. 

“Yes,” Jenna spoke immediately, slipping under the covers with you. They were half off though, revealing your chests. You nodded too, starting to hold her. 

“And rolling,” the director spoke. 

Jenna immediately kissed you gently, as it said in the script. You did as told, rubbing her hips as the cover didn’t hide that. You both kept kissing, starting to grind against her as she gasped into your mouth. You smirked at that, knowing what she was feeling. You kept grinding, getting hard yourself as she could feel it. “Ashley,” she moaned out loud, using your character’s name. You smirked, starting to slowly enter inside of her. “Yes, baby? What do you want?” you asked. You were forgetting the script slowly but surely, but the director would be happy if you just used the character names. He preferred the real reactions after all. 

“I want you… faster and rougher, please,” Jenna begged.

“You got it, Abigail,” you responded, starting to kiss her harder before you were holding her hips tighter. You started to go harder and faster, soon pulling away as you were kissing her neck and bit it gently. She gasped, her back arching as one hand trailed up to her breast and rubbed her nipples. 

She was holding onto your back as she was starting to scratch your back. You didn’t mind though as you started to rub her clit with your other hand. You were brought out of your thoughts as a camera director moved the bedsheets just slightly and filmed your hand and your dick before it got moved back. Jenna was in a world of pleasure however as she was leaving scratches and red marks on your back, not that you ever minded. You were grunting as Jenna just got louder before she was tensing slightly. She was already close and you suspected it was because people were watching and it was also being filmed. “Ashley,” she moaned out louder before she came. You kept going, however. 

“A few more thrusts baby, just a few more,” you moaned before you pulled out and came on her stomach. She was panting, looking at you before she held you, the director's yelling cut.