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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.

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. 

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. 

Enid was equally injured. Bravely, she had fought the hyde, but she had one permanent injury. One that her mother hated that she had, thought it lowered her worth. Wednesday had reassured her about it, though, saying that it showed it was a sign of strength, and she took that in stride. Enid always thought about her, especially after what they had been through. Only she knew the true extent of the damage that Wednesday had gone through. How she was stabbed by Crackstone, how she was hit by an arrow and how Crackstone would’ve killed her if it wasn’t for Bianca. Also, she knew that Wednesday had become half deaf, and Enid promised to help her no matter what.

When Wednesday came back to the school, Enid had multiple people in the dorm, and Wednesday was irritated immediately. The little goth glared at them as they all left, especially the boy that Enid called Bruno. “Howdy, roomie,” Enid then cheerfully spoke, looking at her as she had that grin on her face. That infectious grin that cursed Wednesday’s brain at night caused her to have dreams instead of nightmares. The black-clad girl didn’t mind, though; instead, she embraced them. 

“Howdy Enid,” Wednesday responded, looking at her blankly like usual. Except Enid saw happiness and care in her eyes. She loved that.

It had been 3 weeks after that day, though, and Enid was in the quad with the Nightshades, when she glanced to her right (the only eye she could in). Wednesday was just walking in, and she was annoyed. All day, her fan group had been coming to her, asking for autographs, and Enid had to keep dragging her off before there was any bloodshed. The quad was also loud today, louder than usual because Weems was back. Morticia had been helping the headmistress recover from the poison, and it worked more effectively than both women thought it would. That was when her shoulder was tapped on her left side, and Enid jumped, her claws coming out as she turned back. Weems was standing there, and Wednesday sat on Enid’s left side, ignoring the headmistress. “Hello Enid, Wednesday. How are you both?” she asked with a smile. “Everything was fine until you came,” Wednesday retorted. 

“Ignore her. It’s been a rough day,” Enid responded. “It has been a good day, though. No mysteries yet or bloodshed. Almost has been though with the fan club,” Enid joked. 

“Thank you for keeping her in order, it is appreciated,” Weems spoke. “I was just wondering if you would benefit from service animals potentially. I know it isn’t that much of a necessity, but as a… just in case,” Weems offered. 

“No,” Wednesday answered bluntly. 

“Wednesday, be nice,” she scolded. “But no, thank you. I think we are doing fine as is. We are staying together a lot, so we have all the help we need with each other,” Enid answered. Weems nodded and smiled. 

“If you ever need anything, don’t be afraid to ask. Ok?” Weems spoke, and the 2 girls nodded. 

“Wednesday already has a service wolf and Enid has a service goth,” Yoko joked when Weems had left them all alone. She let out a yelp when a stake was thrown close to her chest. It had gone into the chair, making a hole, and Yoko was nervous. “Don’t joke when Wednesday is pissed,” she spoke more to herself, and Wednesday’s lips twitched upwards. Enid sighed, looking at Wednesday before she thought she saw something. Wednesday wasn’t eating; she only had water, but she did wince when there was a loud sound near her. She must’ve had a headache. 

“Do you need some pills?” Enid asked discreetly. “No,” Wednesday answered. “I am just… I do not know how I am feeling,” Wednesday admitted discreetly. “Everything is just… loud, and I do not have my hearing aid in right now,” she added. Enid tried to plan something that would make her best friend feel better when she had an idea. Reaching into her bag, she grabbed her pink headphones.

“Wednesday, here. I think these will help. Yes, they are pink, but I do not have black ones on me. They are noise-cancelling,” Enid spoke. Wednesday thought before she shook her head. “No,” she answered. Enid sighed. Wednesday soon turned to have some more water when Enid pounded. She immediately put the headphones on Wednesday, who froze as Enid adjusted them so they fit on her head correctly. 

Wednesday couldn’t deny it, but it felt better than the constant sound. Enid saw the relief in the smaller girl’s eyes while everyone at the table thought Enid was going to get murdered. They were shocked when the raven started to help Enid adjust them, and she kept them on. Enid smiled, winking at Yoko, who was already looking at cemeteries as she thought Enid was in danger.

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1 week later, and Enid bounded into the room. “Wednesday! I have a gift for you,” she announced, bouncing on her feet, and Wednesday glanced back, away from the taxidermy she was doing. She had her hearing aids in today. 

“What is it, Enid?” Wednesday asked curiously. She always loved Enid’s gifts, admittedly. 

“So you know, last week, when it was all too much? Well…” Enid started, handing over the box to Wednesday. Wednesday gently started to tear it open, and widened her eyes when she saw the black headphones. They were the same as the pink ones, and she was… happy. “Ma lune, thank you,” Wednesday thanked her appreciatively, looking at her as she put the headphones on the side, away from the taxidermy. 

“What does that mean? And it’s no problem at all! Anything to make you happy!” Enid grinned. 

“It means… my moon,” Wednesday admitted. Enid widened her eyes, her heart starting to pound a little faster. 

“You mean… You like me?” Enid asked. Wednesday blushed, looking down before she quickly looked up, then nodded. 

“Yes, I do. Is it not obvious to you?” Wednesday asked. Enid grinned again before she suddenly tackled the smaller girl in the chair and kissed her. Wednesday held the werewolf’s hips gently, kissing her back with a smile.

Walking beside her, Enid held the goth’s hand. Since they were publicly out as a couple, Enid and Wednesday had no shame anymore. They always held hands, and if anyone laughed… good luck to them. “You’re cold,” Enid hummed, smiling at the goth. 

“And you’re infuriatingly warm,” Wednesday responded, glancing at her before looking away as they walked to the dining room. 

“Your heater, my air conditioner,” Enid joked, rather proud of herself, before she reluctantly pulled her hand away and grabbed a sandwich and drink.

2: Cuddling

To no one’s surprise, they ran the same temperature when cuddling. It was good for both of them. They had started cuddling 2 weeks into their relationship, and Enid loved them. It had happened previously, but only if Enid or Wednesday had had a bad nightmare. Now, it was almost every night (unless either one was too hot or too cold), and it was a good mix. They slept on the covers even. Enid wasn’t too hot under the covers, and heated Wednesday as she needed to sleep on the covers.

Ever since they had also started to cuddle, Enid was sleeping better, and Wednesday had fewer nightmares. It was a positive for both of them. Enid was just happy to finally not be tired during the day. Hell, she had started to play sports now that she didn’t have energy for. It was great. Now, it was the next morning. 

“I love waking up to you,” Enid murmured, kissing Wednesday’s cold cheek, nuzzling her neck gently. 

“And I feel like I am waking up from an over every morning,” Wednesday grumbled. In reality, she loved it. Enid was hers, and she loved the heat. It gave her an excuse to admire the girl discreetly without her knowing, and if she blushed… she could blame it on the heat. 

3: Hugs

Hugs were the same. Hot and cold. Ice and fire. Now, they rarely hugged, but Enid loved it whenever they did. Wednesday could always sense if she needed a hug, which was a bonus at least. 

That moment was current. Enid was curled up on her bed, having missed classes, as her mother had called her. Apparently, she had found her an alpha boyfriend, and she didn’t want that. That was when she snapped, admitting that she had a girlfriend. It was Wednesday, which Esther had always disapproved of. 

Walking into the room, Wednesday immediately made it feel icy. “Please don’t kill anyone… just… need a hug, please,” Enid had requested. Wednesday immediately did as told, going to the werewolf and hugged her. Enid immediately cooled down, but she held onto Wednesday like she was her lifeline. Like a fire that needed to be settled, and she had settled onto her wood. “Thank you,” she had murmured after 2 minutes, pulling away. 

Wednesday would always help Enid no matter what… plus she loved the wolf’s warmth. It felt… nice.

4: Leg Holding 

Wednesday and Enid were on a bus ride. It was a school trip, and Wednesday had immediately claimed a window seat at the back. With girlfriend privileges, Enid sat next to her, and they listened to music together. A mix of metal, a mix of K-pop, and a bit of acoustics.

Enid felt happy when a thought came to her head. Slowly reaching out, she held Wednesday’s leg. On instinct, Wednesday flinched before she relaxed. It felt like fire on her legs. The dangerous flame, the flame that had invaded her heart. Glancing at Enid, who had seen her reaction, she nodded to say it was ok. Thinking, she hesitantly reached towards Enid’s own leg, soon holding it. It felt like ice on the wolf’s leg. A welcome feeling, it grounded her. Looking out the window with Wednesday, she smiled and relaxed. 

She loved her cold raven.

5: Kiss on the cheek

Lunch time. One of the best bits of Enid’s day. Not just because of food, but because she could sit next to Wednesday again. She wanted to try something new this time, though. Waiting patiently, she chattered with her friends when Wednesday came over with Agnes as they talked. Enid was not jealous anymore of them. Agnes was practically their daughter now. 

As Wednesday sat next to Enid (still talking), the wolf immediately took the opportunity to do her plan. She leaned into the colder girl, shoulder-to-shoulder, before she started to kiss her cheek. The goth stilled for a bit, feeling the flaming feeling linger on her cheek. Glancing to the side, Enid was bright red, still touching Wednesday's shoulder-to-shoulder.

After explaining something to the redhead, Wednesday turned to Enid, kissing her cheek. It felt like ice lingered on her own cheek, and Enid blushed, smiling. She was bright red, yes, but the icy feeling helped keep her blush down.

She loved her much colder girlfriend.

+1: Kiss on lips

Enid was inwardly panicking. It was going to be her first kiss with Wednesday; it was all planned. It would be at the food truck, with their separate hot drinks, and they would have some sandwiches. They then would sit at the darkened corner of the statue of Poe, and Enid would take action. 

It had worked perfectly so far. They were sitting down at the statue, talking about whatever they could. Books, cases, murders, Agnes and friends. As Wednesday talked about her novel, Enid couldn’t help herself anymore. Launching towards the goth, she kissed her lips immediately, holding her sides as she did so, her eyes closed. Wednesday stiffened at first, before she relaxed, kissing back.

Their lips melted together like ice on flames. They were meant to be. They shouldn’t have been, but they were attracted to each other. Pulling away, Wednesday’s eyes were blown wide before she started to kiss the werewolf again, who held her even closer. 

9:45 AM! Holy shit, she was late to class by 15 minutes. Quickly, she got up and was quick to change into her uniform. As she quickly put her shoes on, she tripped and slammed headfirst into the door. Groaning in pain, she tried to ignore the sudden pain, and she rushed out the door and towards her class. Music with Ms Capri. God, Ms Capri was going to kill her. She knew it, Ms Capri was strict after all and hated late students.

As she reached the closed door, she took a quick breath before she knocked on the door. “Come in,” the voice of Ms Capri called. Gulping, Enid walked in, closing the door behind her as she looked down. “Sorry for being late, ma’am. My alarm didn’t wake me up, I am sorry,” Enid quickly apologised, not looking at anyone out of embarrassment as she took her seat.

“Is that why your bow is missing?” the teacher asked. Quickly, Enid glanced down and sighed with a nod as she sat down next to Yoko. 

“Get it before next class. You have been marked as late,” Ms Capri informed her before she started teaching again. “You ok?” Yoko asked quietly. Enid just nodded. She didn’t speak; she didn’t want to get into trouble again.

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When it was her next class, English, she had her bow on, and she sat down, hoping it would be a better lesson. Especially since Mrs Rees was one of her favourite teachers and she didn’t want to disappoint her. At the end of the lesson, however, her heart sank. “Now, put your hand up if you didn’t do the homework for today,” Mrs Rees announced at the front of the class, looking at everyone. Timidly, Enid put her hand up. Luckily for her, she wasn’t the only one who forgot about it; there were 2 others. Sighing, the teacher shook her head. “Everyone whose hands are, you may leave for break. Put your homework on the desk,” she informed them. Seated by the stone of shame that Enid felt drop from her stomach, she looked down. Yoko just patted her shoulder as she went past. 

This day sucked, and Enid debated skipping the rest of her classes. “So… why did you not do your homework?” the teacher asked all 3. The first 2 gave their own reasons, but Enid stayed silent. She didn’t dare speak. She felt that she would break; she didn’t want that. Mrs Rees sighed when she realised she wouldn’t get a response and shook her head. “All three of you, lunchtime detention. Now go for your break. I expect you to hand in your homework in the next 2 days, though,” she sternly told them, before they left. Enid was last, her head down, before she walked to Ophelia Hall. She couldn’t be bothered with classes anymore. She would just skip; she would feign illness if she needed to. 

Leaning back on her bed, she just looked up, ignoring the phone that she had put on her side. She was thinking. She missed Wednesday; she was constantly gone and wasn’t interacting with Enid. She had saved her from the hyde; she thought she should at least have some respect. Then there was her mother. Since she had wolfed out, she was expected to find a mate. Worst of all, though, she figured out she was an alpha. That made it more difficult, and she couldn’t tell her mother now. Biting her fist, she finally let all the tears fall out, all the inner pain. She still had trauma from the last year. She had scars she hated and tried to cover with makeup. She had phantom pains even! 

As the day went on, Enid stayed inside her room, gaining absences in classes she didn’t really care about at that moment. That was when her phone rang. The contact read ‘Esther’ and Enid sighed. Weems (who had just survived, thankfully) had probably called her mom about her absences. Answering it, she put the phone to her ear, flinching at the volume. “Enid Marie Sinclair! Why are you skipping classes? You are a disappointment as a wolf. You dump Bruno for no reason except that you don’t ‘vibe’ as you put it? Now you're skipping classes, detentions, and not doing homework? What is wrong with you right now? It is bad enough with your so-called trauma and your neurodivergence,” Esther immediately shouted in one go, letting her frustrations out. Quickly ending the call, Enid put her phone down and looked down. She would be in trouble later, she knew it, but she didn’t care in that moment. 

Out of pure rage and anger, she threw the phone at the door when it just opened. Wednesday, just having time to dodge, missed the flying missile of a phone in the chest. Letting out a hum, Wednesday glared at the offending object that had hit the wall behind her. Somehow it didn’t break. Thing, meanwhile, grabbed it and brought it to Enid. “Who do I need to hurt?” Wednesday asked, seeing Enid crying on the bed. 

“No one, I swear,” Enid tried to lie, but it was impossible.

“Someone did. You are crying. What happened?” Wednesday replied, glaring at her. She didn’t want the wolf to lie to her about stuff like this. 

“My mom… she called me. But it was valid. I am missing classes…” Enid finally admitted, looking down, not able to make eye contact. Thing left the room, not wanting to be involved. 

“I shall get my silver dagger and get her during parents’ weekend,” Wednesday growled. 

“No! It’s ok! Don’t worry! It’s fine. Trust me, please,” the blonde quickly begged. “Not like you care for me anyway,” she murmured under her breath, not wanting the goth to hear her. 

“What did you say?” Wednesday demanded, wanting to know why she said that. The brunette had heard her, but she wanted confirmation.

“Just that my mother is an asshole,” Enid lied once again. “ “No. It wasn’t that. I heard it. Why do you not think I care about you?” Wednesday asked, going next to the blonde, looking her right in the eyes.

“Because… you haven’t been around, ok?! Why? Can you not stand me anymore? Have you finally learnt that I’m a disaster?! I wish you had left me,” Enid exploded, standing face-to-face with the goth. 

“I am sorry, mi lobo. I have been preoccupied with my new case. I apologise, please, let me make it up,” Wednesday quickly apologised, which was new and shocked the wolf. The raven also looked genuinely guilty. “Then explain what the case really is. Why are you ignoring me, or not even letting me help?” Enid demanded an answer. Panicking while looking to the side, Wednesday clearly debated it in her head before she sighed. 

“I… am trying to save you. I got a vision of your grave and I… I caused your death,” Wednesday admitted, stuttering a little. Enid, with wide eyes, just stared at the goth and blinked.

“Then let us get through it together, please Wednesday. I am begging you!” Enid begged. 

“I… don’t want you to die though,” Wednesday admitted, her eyes closed. “You have broken my walls down, you have let colour into my heart. Please… I don’t want you to die. You have left a claim on me!” Wednesday begged herself. 

“I can take care of myself!” Enid adamantly defied her. 

“I love you! I can’t lose someone else that I love!” Wednesday openly spoke, her eyes showing desperation, welling with tears. 

That stopped Enid. “You… love me?” Enid asked, gulping. “Seriously? You aren’t playing with me?” Enid added, her heart beating faster than it ever had. 

“Yes! I do love you, I am not playing with you. I realised when we hugged, but I kept denying my feelings, especially since I wanted to prove my mother wrong about falling in love. I have accepted it, though, while trying to protect you. Please… I don’t want you involved,” Wednesday answered her. Enid kept looking in her desperate eyes that were starting to leak tears. Sighing, Enid nodded. 

“Fine. BUT I want to still be in the case at least. Just as a lookout. Deal?” Enid asked, looking at her seriously. Nodding, Wednesday finally could breathe. That was when Enid looked Wednesday up and down. “Can we… hug?” she asked. Debating an answer, Wednesday nodded after a minute. She didn’t want to speak, didn’t want a voice crack.

As they hugged, both of them relaxed together, before Enid sat them on Wednesday’s bed. Glancing at the blonde’s eyes, then her lips, Wednesday’s mouth dried. “Can I… kiss you?” Wednesday asked, trying to stay confident. 

“Please do,” Enid quickly spoke, leaning in. They soon started to kiss, holding each other’s sides. First, it was soft, gentle and not too long. Then it got longer and less soft. It got needy, desperate. Like they were starved. That’s when they heard a gagging sound. 

“Enough!” Agnes gagged. Enid rolled her eyes while Wednesday glared. 

“Out!” she demanded. “But I have the layouts for the mental asylum,” Agnes started, but her voice wavered at the end from the glare. 

“Give me 10 minutes,” Wednesday reasoned. Nodding, Agnes left.

During the call, Agnes admitted that she was just left alone and she was bored. That was when Wednesday offered to take care of her, and she would send her flight information to go stay with them. Immediately, Agnes took the offer and was excited to go over. She had stayed with the Addams for 3 days now, and she was in a guest bedroom. She had also learnt about their close relationship, which they were actually dating, and she was happy about that. She had apologised for intruding on them, but Wednesday had reassured her it was ok and she was happy she was there.

Agnes was relieved to be with them, though, and Gomez and Morticia immediately took her in. Hell, they even got her some clothes and decorations for her room. The vanisher was happy about that, and she felt much better. That night, however, it changed. She had woken up from a nightmare where she had seen Isaac Night eat Orloff, except it was much different this time around. She couldn’t vanish at all…

–

Turning around the corner, Agnes was happy. She had finally found some self-worth. She had her thanks in order when she saw what was happening. Isaac was there, Orloff’s glass broken with half his brain missing. The tiny girl couldn’t help but let out one sob when she saw the zombie stiffen. That was when she tried to vanish, but she couldn’t, and she felt herself panic, especially when Isaac made direct eye contact with her. “Hm… maybe I can have dessert…” he said. 

“No, please, no,” Agnes answered, immediately turning around to run. 

Somehow, someway, her hair was immediately grabbed, and she was on the floor, kicking out; however, Isaac was stronger. 

–

Just as she felt her brain start to be pierced, she woke up, and with a sob, she quickly got up. Her sleepshirt, luckily black, was soaked in sweat as were her plaid pyjama trousers. Getting up from her bed, she quickly looked around, holding a knife. Sure, she knew it was safe, but she still had some anxiety. Slowly opening her door, she peeked around the corner, seeing nothing in both directions, before she rushed towards Enid and Wednesday’s bedroom. She quickly opened the door and slammed it, causing both the girls to wake up. They were cuddled up, Wednesday being the little spoon. “You ok?” Enid immediately asked with concern. Wednesday was just staring, and Agnes couldn’t tell what she was thinking. That was when she started to feel insecure. “I-I’m sorry, it was stupid. Please… forgive me, I’m sorry,” Agnes immediately apologised before Wednesday sat up. 

“No, it wasn’t stupid. What is going on?” she asked, looking at her with a hint of concern.

“I… had a nightmare,” she started, looking down with shame. “I was going to see Orloff, and I saw Isaac… he was going to kill me, then I woke up,” she finished. 

“Come here,” Enid spoke, patting the space between her and Wednesday. Wednesday had even made space. 

“Are you sure?” Agnes asked, insecure. “Even with my sweaty clothes?” she added, ashamed she hadn’t changed.

“Yes, that is fine. Enid has helped me many times and cuddled with me after all my nightmares. I, too, was covered in sweat. I had dreams about Crackstone and Thornhill actually killing me, and now that list includes Orloff and his sister. You are safe here; we will protect you no matter what. Now, come,” Wednesday reassured, and Enid nodded. “They have lessened over time. But if you have another one, do not be afraid to join us,”  Enid added. Agnes immediately went in the middle of them, feeling quite happy about how it was working out. 

When she was lying down, she felt Enid cuddle her, which she expected. What she didn’t expect was Wednesday to join in, holding her protectively. “If you tell anyone, you will die,” she hummed an empty threat.

“No one would believe me anyway… and that you are a little spoon,” she teased.

“Go to sleep,” Wednesday grumbled. 

“Both of you… sleep! Now! It is almost 3 am, and we have an early day of shopping tomorrow,” Enid demanded. Both Wednesday and Agnes immediately closed their eyes. 

“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.