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hi! i'd like to ask a drabble on tyler galpin in which y/n is an addams (wednesday's sister/cousin) with prompts 7,22

thanks :)

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey there!! I think this prompts is adorbs and I literally loved writing it. I'm so sorry it took me so long — school was crazy this week, considering that musical rehearsals started on Monday, but I hope you enjoy what I wrote for ya! Thanks again for the ask! Without futher ado, let's get onto the fic!

CHARACTER: TYLER GALPIN — WEDNESDAY (2022) PROMPT #7: "Who did this to you?" PROMPT #22: FRIENDS TO LOVERS

PROMPTS 7 & 22 — FIC WARNINGS — NONE

Y/n Addams had always felt somewhat outshined by her sister. Not that Wednesday shined, of course not — she preferred to be sharpened and venomous. Y/n, on the other hand, was slightly more...romantic. While she enjoyed the doom and gloom that Wednesday surrounded herself with, she needed a break every once in a while. At times like that, she'd go outside and into the forest behind their house. Sure, it was haunted with several spirits and crawling with any number of carnivorous plants and venomous insects, but she liked the way the sun shone through the dead trees in the morning. That was the kind of stuff Wednesday could never enjoy. Wednesday was a novelist — strict, stiff, and to the point. Y/n was a poet — flowery, romantic, with a tendency towards the dramatics.

The two had been paired as roommates together at Nevermore, seeing as Y/n was the only one Wednesday could stand for long periods of time. And it was great, of course, but Y/n could feel herself going a little insane — and not in a fun way. Wednesday's side of the room was bedecked in all things dark and macabre. Y/n had gone the more sensible route, with muted jewel tones, but that didn't change the fact that whenever she turned her head slightly to the left, all of Wednesday's evil vibes would be there.

Wednesday was in the middle of working on her novel, the typewriter keys clicking away, when Y/n decided she couldn't take it. She stood up suddenly. "I'm going down to Jericho." she said, grabbing her blazer and shoes.

Wednesday didn't respond, but Y/n saw the slightest nod of her head in between typing, so she took that as a confirmation. Without another word, Y/n left the dorm, closing the door swiftly behind her.

The trek into Jericho was much needed. As Y/n headed further and further away from Nevermore, the clouds began to clear, the sun began to shine, and for a moment she got a glimpse into what it looked like to live somewhere normal.

Jericho was a quaint little town with little shops here and there. Y/n perused them (glaring at her therapist's office) before she came to a stop at a coffee place called the Weathervane.

Y/n blinked up at the coffee menu, a large sign littered with things like Iced white mocha and Caramel macchiato, and she frowned. Back at home, there was only one thing on the coffee menu: coffee. It all looked like gibberish as she scanned the menu, just trying to decode all the fancy-worded beverages up there.

"You still looking, or can I take your order?"

Y/n looked away from the menu to see a barista around her age, maybe older, with sandy blonde curly hair and blue eyes. He looked at her sort of wearily, and Y/n had a feeling that it had to do with the Nevermore blazer she was currently wearing. "Do you have...coffee?" she asked.

He looked around them. "Uh, yes. Plenty of it." he said with a laugh. "Do you want a latte or something?"

"Does that have coffee in it?"

He laughed again, becoming even more confused by her. "Yes."

"Perfect. I'll take one."

"Hot or iced?"

"Iced."

"What type of milk?"

"None."

Again he paused. "Without the milk, a latte is just straight espresso."

Espresso. I know that one. "Yes."

"So you just want...a double shot over ice?"

"Make it a quintuple shot." Y/n said with a tone of finality. Caffeine never affected her much unless in large quantities, and she could use a pick-me-up. Even if it came with tremors and the incessant urge to jump up and down until she collapsed.

The boy raised his eyebrows. "You sure? That's pretty intense." he asked. Y/n nodded and he set to work. While the espresso machine hummed, Y/n looked around the Weathervane. It was cute, almost revoltingly so. But it was just plain enough that it didn't hurt to look at. She almost felt herself smiling, but quashed that down quickly.

"How does one get a job?" she asked.

He glanced up at her from the machine. "You're looking for a job?"

"I never said that." she snapped.

"Okay, my bad." he laughed. "Well, it's pretty simple. Make a resume, hand it in, and then you'll have an interview."

"Oh." Y/n said, trying to mask her disappointment.

"Oh?" Tyler replied.

Reluctantly, Y/n explained. "I don't think I'd do well in an interview. People tend to find me strange and off-putting."

"Can't imagine why." Tyler said with a laugh. Y/n looked at him and frowned and he jumped to apologize. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—"

"I found it funny." Y/n cut him off quickly. She hated apologies. "But I'm mildly allergic to comedy."

Instead of asking for further explanation, Tyler just continued pouring espresso shots.

"And, yes, I may be looking for a job. One that I can hide from everyone — especially my sister."

"You're trying to hide a job?" he asked. Y/n didn't answer, and he continued. "Well, this one is incognito enough. All you need is an apron. You might smell like espresso constantly, but you can blame that on a caffeine addiction."

Y/n paused, thinking. "You're right about that. But there's just one problem." she said. "I don't have a resume."

"They're not hard to make. Do you have any previous work experience?"

"No."

"References?"

"No."

"...Hobbies?"

"I'm quite proficient in Voodoo and I'm heavily interested in the subject of reanimation."

Tyler paused, blowing out a breath. "Well, that's something." he said. Then, he looked around. "Look, I go on break in a couple minutes. If you want to wait, I can help you get a resume going."

Y/n considered the offer for a moment, then nodded. Tyler set down the cup in front of her and she opened her wallet, but he held out a hand to stop her. "It's on the house. Take it as a 'First Time Customer' discount."

She paused. "Thank you."

He nodded. "I'm Tyler Galpin."

"Y/n Addams." she responded.

Without another word, Y/n took her cup and slid into a booth by the window. She looked up at the steep hill leading to Nevermore and how the sun seemed to disappear the further up it went. She sipped her drink (cold and bitter, just how she liked it) and started to panic. Maybe she liked it better in the sun. That would give Wednesday a heart attack. If she ever showed up back at their dorm with a sun burn it'd send her directly into cardiac arrest. She could not let that happen. Wednesday was a force to be reckoned with.

A few minutes later, Tyler sat across from her, bringing with him a few pieces of paper and a pen. Y/n looked in confusion between him and the objects as he clicked the pen. "So you said you're proficient in...voodoo?"

A couple hours later, they had a complete draft of a resume. A few crumpled papers littered the table (trial runs that had gone rather poorly) and Y/n sat back, reading over it. "This is a good resume?"

"Sure," Tyler responded. "I mean, it's not perfect, but it's better than some others I've seen. The only thing missing is an email and a phone number."

"I don't have a phone. I'd rather die than carry around a means for the government to track me all the time." she said bluntly.

Tyler had learned by now it was better not to ask.

"I can type this up and bring it back tomorrow." she said. "I'll just need to borrow my sister's typewriter without her knowing. That should be simple enough as long as she's not lurking in the corner. She likes to lurk."

"Uh...great." Tyler said, slightly confused still. "You want to come back tomorrow and we can go over the interview thing?"

Y/n gave a deft nod and turned on her heel to go, leaving Tyler to stand there in mild awe of the interaction he'd just had. Then, she turned back around and walked back up to him. "Thank you." she said monotonously, and then turned back around to go.

She returned the next morning, and the morning after that. And the morning after that. Then, once both she and Tyler felt she had the whole interview thing in the bag, she formally submitted her application to work at the Weathervane.

And, by some miracle of the universe, she got the job.

They asked her to start immediately — Tyler volunteered to show her the ropes (because everyone else knew by then that that was a daunting task) and she got to work, sneaking out of school to work weekends and on days when she had classes in the mornings.

On one particular morning she snuck in through the back door (as per usual), hiding a long cut that stretched from her temple all the way across the apples of her cheeks — a souvenir Bianca had given her in fencing class. She hadn't had time to take a trip to the infirmary unless she wanted to be late for her shift. The job had been going on for a couple weeks now, and she actually quite enjoyed it. She helped Tyler by threatening difficult customers (despite him telling her that that's usually not the best way to go about that) and he helped her figure out how their janky espresso machine worked.

In fact, her and Tyler had gotten pretty close over those couple of weeks. They talked during breaks and he had actually managed to make her laugh out loud once her twice — and Y/n never laughed out loud. But she liked being around Tyler. He was a nice change from Wednesday's constant doom and gloom. Not that Y/n didn't love doom and gloom, but she needed a break every once in a while.

But on that day, when she left the back room and stepped onto the barista floor, she kept her head down and did her best not to let Tyler know she was there. That didn't really work, seeing at their workspace was about five-by-seven. Y/n turned to check that the pastry shelf was full and, when she turned around, Tyler stood behind her, holding a full cup of coffee in one hand. He smiled when he saw her, but it quickly fell as his eyes traced the long cut across her cheek.

"Y/n—" he said, but she didn't give him a chance to finish that thought as she pushed past him and met a customer at the register to take their order.

Tyler watched her, a crease forming between his brows as he looked at the slash that covered nearly half of her face. It looked recent, too, and that was something that freaked him out the most. So before she could set off to make the customer's order, he took her by the shirtsleeve and pulled her off to the side.

"Who did this to you?" he whispered.

Y/n just blinked. "Did what?"

Mildly irritated, Tyler brushed his thumb gently across the cut, and she winced.

Y/n sighed. "It's nothing. I was in fencing and my dueling partner got the best of me. Worse cuts happen to Rowan Laslow all the time."

"I don't care about Rowan Laslow, I care about you." he said so seriously that Y/n stopped, the breath hitching in her throat. Then, Tyler looked around the cafe for a moment, as if surveying the land, and then pulled her into the back room. He rummaged around one of the shelves and retrieved a first aid kit.

"I know how to do stitches." Y/n said.

"No way."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as Tyler looked around the small first-aid kit. Eventually she felt something akin to pity and broke her silence. "Tyler, there's nothing in there that'll help with this. I just have to let it heal."

Tyler let out a cough of a laugh, continuing to search. "You go to a messed up school, you know that?"

"Yes."

Eventually Tyler realized she was right and shut the kit, sighing. He walked over to her again, once more brushing his thumb over the cut. And while the sting made her cringe, Y/n didn't mind the feeling of his hand on the side of her face. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Only when you touch it." she said through gritted teeth.

He grinned. "Sorry."

He let go, but they stayed close together, looking at each other, silently waiting for the other to say something.

"Y/n, I—"

"We should probably—"

They both shut up to let the other speak, but that just resulted in more silence.

"You go." Y/n said.

"Oh, um," Tyler said, caught off guard, "I was just going to say that I...Y/n, I think about you a lot. Like, when I said I care about you, I meant it. And a lot of the time, when I think about you, I wish you went to school here, in Jericho. And I know you like Nevermore and all, but I just...I don't know." he trailed off. "This sounds stupid."

"I know what you mean." Y/n said, her voice flat and monotone as always. "Even though we work together, you feel like we live in two separate worlds — as painfully rom-com as that sounds."

Tyler laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Exactly."

"But we don't. Not really. I'm just up there." she said, pointing out the window towards the stormy hill that led up to Nevermore. "I know you have a moral opposition to it, but Nevermore welcomes visitors. Not that any of them ever show up, of course."

"That's not what I'm saying," Tyler replied. "I mean, sure, I'd love to visit you at school, but...Y/n, the best part of my day is when you walk through that door." he pointed to the front door of the Weathervane. "And yeah, you might think that people see you as strange and off-putting, but I don't. I never did. Well, maybe a little, but only in a good way."

The slightest stretch of a smile twitched at the corner of Y/n's mouth.

"What I'm having immense difficulty saying is—"

Y/n cut him off by standing on her toes, leaning up, and pressing a kiss to his lips. It was quick, over in an instant. When her feet were back flat on the floor, she looked up and saw Tyler's eyes had gone wide. "You were taking too long. I got impatient." she said simply.

Then, he smiled, pulling her back in for another kiss.

hi can you do wednesday x gn normie reader who has a dark and mysterious past

Hi there lovely anon! I adore this prompt but I have unfortunately been struck with a little writer's block when it comes to writing the reader's dark and mysterious past. I'm trying to keep it as trigger-free as possible — with that in mind, I have a clarifying question about this prompt:

When Wednesday discovers this past, would you prefer she be more shocked/distrustful of the reader for a bit before a cute resolution? Or would you prefer for her to show sympathy and comfort them?

Or, to put it plainly: would you like the fic to lean more angsty or more soft and fluffy?

Thank you again for the ask <3

𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓

REQUEST Hi hi happy new year!! I love your rowan fic (can't wait for part three) and I was wondering if you could do hc's for Wednesday characters (Wednesday, Enid, Xavier, Rowan, Tyler) seeing their SOs in a suit (preferably a female reader please)? thanks! — anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: AHHHHH MY FIRST REQUEST!! Hi hi happy new year I love this prompt! I'm getting maaaaaajor Kate Bishop vibes here...this is so exciting. I kind of ended up doing the suit hc + how they would act when taking you to the Rave'N, so I hope you like that bit as well :) Happy new year! I hope you enjoy it!

PAIRING: fem!reader x wednesday characters WARNINGS: two little suggestive comments, but other than that it's just fluff!

✰ 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒

We all know that Wednesday is not one to show enthusiasm...or any emotions. About anything. Ever.

But when you appear in the doorway in a suit, she almost almost cracks a smile.

She recovers quickly, of course, and gives you a brisk "You look nice."

I'm just going to assume you're wearing a suit to some sort of formal event — maybe even the Rave'N

Regardless of where you're going, Wednesday sticks by your side the entire night, glaring at everyone who looks at you.

Basically she's giving everyone the silent "She's mine."

And if anyone comes up to you to flirt? Oooo boy she is threatening them with everything she has.

And after the potential flirters walk away, terrified, and you give her a surprised look, she just stares back at you like she's done absolutely nothing wrong (which, in her mind, she hasn't.)

"Wednesday, what was that?"

"A reasonable reaction to people hitting on my date. Why do you ask?"

And you can only roll your eyes at her, blushing like mad as you wrap an arm around her. "No reason."

✰ 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑

Now Enid is the exact opposite of Wednesday when it comes to this. When you pop up, girlie squeals.

As in, loud enough to make everyone cringe and cover their ears

Once again, in the opposite fashion of Wednesday, Enid takes every opportunity to show you off to everyone, so much so that you end up a little embarrassed.

"Everyone, look look look! Look at how good Y/n looks!"

"Enid."

"What? Can't I tell everyone how good my girlfriend looks?"

While not socializing, she is dragging you onto the dance floor just so that she can admire you from every angle

And every five minutes she reiterates the sentiment

"Ugh, Y/n, you look so good!"

"I know! You told me five minutes ago! And five minutes before that! And five minutes before that!"

Poor girl is sooooo down bad.

✰ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐄

I feel like he'd get so thrown off by you in a suit that it'd be easy to mistake it for him not liking it.

Like, he's just so baffled that he can't properly articulate his feelings towards it.

"Y/n...you...um..."

Your heart starts to sink a little, but you cover it up with a small grin.

"That bad, huh?"

Needless to say, that gets his lips moving.

"No!" he shouts, a little too loud. "No, no of course not. You just...you look incredible."

He just genuinely forgets how to get across how drop dead gorgeous he thinks you look

And he feels sooooo much pride when you guys walk in together

He's not going to show you off verbally, but with you on his arm, he's exuding "Yeah, that's right, look at my badass sexy girlfriend."

And towards the end of the dance, you'll ask him if he's ready to go

"Ready to leave?"

"Yeah," he says, then leans in to whisper in your ear, "I really want to see what that suit looks like on the floor."

I think you know what comes after that...

✰ 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖

Oh my God...this boy forgets how to speak.

The second you appear in the doorway wearing the suit, he's a stuttering mess.

He's gonna need his inhaler if he wants to get a few words out

Once he gathers himself, he'll finally tell you how amazing you look

God he feels so cool arriving at the dance with you on his arm

He's just like me...he thinks women in suits are hot.

Literally cannot take his eyes off of you the entire night

He's not much of a dancer, but if you are, he'll probably suffer for a few minutes or so. Just for you.

Plus, it's just another opportunity for him to look at you up close, which is a total win for him.

Also, he is very touchy just in general, but I imagine especially so at this dance.

When you're off to the sides, he'll keep an arm wrapped around your waist or a hand locked in yours.

If you're sitting, he'll keep a gentle hand on your knee

And when you're dancing? He will be holding your hands, waist, anything.

He just likes the feeling of security and knowing that you're there with him and you're not going anywhere.

He'll probably even pull you out of the dance a little early, just so you guys can get back to his dorm before Xavier gets there

✰ 𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍

I may not know much, but I know that this man is going to get you blushing in 0.000275 seconds.

He'll momentarily be awestruck by you, but of course he'll recover pretty quickly from the shock. Then, he'll say something that'll get you all hot and bothered

"If I had known you were going to pull off a suit better than me I would've brought sweatpants."

Idk what it is about that slightly awkward, slight confident vibe he has going on, but it works

He knows how to make a gal smile, that's all I'm saying.

He'll be a proper gentleman the whole night, but he's expertly hiding how freaking good you look in that goddamn suit.

He'll probably even make some kind of "twinsies" joke...because, you know...you're both in a suit. Please laugh he'd be so embarrassed if you didn't.

You guys would be on the dance floor ALL NIGHT

You'd be tearing that shit UP don't lie

And it is so much easier to maneuver in a suit over a dress, so you best believe you guys are doing allllllll the dancey dances

The only reason you stop is when one of you is about to collapse and you need to go slam some punch for stamina.

And at the end of the night, he would pull you close just to tell you once more how absolutely amazing you look, just to see the cute lil blush that follows &lt;3

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐄 𝐒/𝐎

REQUEST: Hi! I really love your works, if its alright with you, can I please request Enid Sinclair with a human/normie s/o who she loves very much but her s/o is being stalked by their crazy ex-girlfriend who wants them back and also happens to be a werewolf. — anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hiiiiii!! Thank you so so much for the ask, this is adorable! I didn't know if you wanted a fic or headcanons, so I kind of mashed them up and did both!! I hope you enjoy this and let me know if you'd like it in a different format! NOTE: E/n = ex's name

PAIRING: enid sinclair x gn!reader WARNINGS: crazy ex-girlfriends, fighting, stalking

Needless to say, it's a pretty big deal when someone at Nevermore gets involved with a Normie.

Some might even say it's taboo, but everyone knows that the Normie gets the short end of the stick nine times out of ten.

So when another werewolf and you start dating, our lovely Queen of Gossip Enid knows from the very beginning

She's super into the relationship despite never having met you — she'll always ask for updates or to see photos of the two of you

But she can't deny the blushy, crushy feeling she gets whenever she sees you

Of course, she covers it up with things like "Oh my God, they're gorgeous!" or "You guys look so cute together!", but it doesn't do much to stave off the way her heart speeds up every time she sees you in photos

Enid figures out pretty quickly that she possibly maybe sort of has the sliiiiiightest crush on you. But you were dating her friend, and that meant you were off-limits.

So Enid did what she could to stave off all those giggly, fuzzy feelings she gets whenever she thinks about you

It didn't really work that well but whatever

Enid was so busy trying to stamp down her feelings that she completely missed your relationship turning sour

That's why it came as such a surprise to her when you broke up with her friend out of the blue

Enid put everything she had into being there for her friend — giving her tissues when she cried, planning fun movie nights to take her mind off of you

And all good feelings she had towards you dissolved the moment you made her friend cry

So when she saw you at the Weathervane one day while she was out in Jericho, she was ready to give you a piece of her mind

As she walked towards you, she wrote an entire monologue in her head, ready to spit fire, but then she heard a sob.

Enid's prepared speech melted away the moment she heard a stifled sniff. Even though she could only see the back of you head, she could tell that your body was wracked with sobs. She blanched. She couldn't yell at someone who was already crying! The vision of E/n crying tried to push its way to the forefront of her mind, screaming "Hey, I'm here! Remember me?" But you were right there. So close and so broken. In that moment she resolved to swallow any venom she was prepared to spit at you. After taking a deep breath, she stepped up until she was beside you in the booth.

"Y/n?" she said, trying to keep her voice calm and gentle.

You looked up, your face red and puffy, confusion taking the place of sadness for a moment. "Sorry, do I know you?" you asked. Enid was taken aback by how polite you sounded. From the way E/n had told it, she expected you to sound much more harsh.

"I'm Enid Sinclair. I'm friends with E/n." she introduced.

That only seemed to make you feel worse. "Oh," was all you said, eyes shifting away from her and into space.

Enid hurried to lighten things up. "Can I sit?"

You said nothing but nodded, prompting her to slide into the booth across from you. She tapped her nails on the table a couple times, trying to figure out just where to go from here. "I go to Nevermore, by the way." was all she came up with.

"I know," you replied. "You followed me on Instagram a few weeks ago."

"Oh, yeah! I saw your post from the bowling alley a couple weeks ago, I really liked how you did your hair—"

"I'm sorry, Enid, I'm just a little confused." you gently interrupted her. "Why are you sitting with me? I should think that you'd be angry with me for breaking up with your friend."

Enid paused. She chose her next words carefully, not wanting to scare you away with the truth. "I was. But then I heard you crying and I figured you didn't need a virtual stranger getting mad at you. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Now that you weren't expecting. More tears rushed to your eyes as she spoke. "You...just want to know if I'm okay?" you asked, relieved.

And Enid just nodded. So you told her everything.

For the first time, Enid gets the whole story of your relationship, start to finish. From the time you met at a party in Jericho to the night you broke up, she hears about every date, every fight, every detail you had to offer.

And it's way different than what she had heard from E/n.

While E/n claimed that you had broken up with them out of the blue, you told her that you had broken up because she had been showing up at your house, at your school, at your work out of the blue with no warning.

She even began to show up at places you hadn't told her you were going to be, like the time you decided to head to the Weathervane for a quick coffee and found that E/n had showed up just moments before you, hoping to catch up.

Eventually it started to creep you out a little too much and you decided to break things off

Things started to make sense for Enid, and the picture became a little clearer.

And after you told the whole story, Enid sensed that you needed a quick pick-me-up, so she invited you shopping with her

And shopping with Enid is...an experience

She turns into a personal stylist for you, pulling out thing after thing that she thinks you would look good in — and she always has a reason

"Ooooh, look at this! Emerald green would bring out your eyes."

"This shade of blue will compliment your skin tone so well, just trust me."

She gets you giggling and smiling and it makes her feel like she's on top of the world

You make plans that day to do this again, much to Enid's excitement

You exchange numbers and head your opposite ways

Enid goes back to Nevermore feeling like she's on Cloud 9...at least until she runs into your ex.

"Where have you been?"

Enid freezes when a voice speaks from behind her. Oh no. She turns slowly on her heel, giving E/n an overzealous smile. "Oh, hey, E/n! I was, um, just out at the Weathervane for a coffee. I would've brought you something back, but I didn't know what you liked."

E/n seems to take the lie as she shrugs. "Oh, fun. Hey, you still down for dinner in the courtyard?"

An invisible tension releases from Enid's shoulders. "Yeah, definitely." she says, giving E/n a smile.

She smiles back. "Cool. See ya later!"

E/n walks away as Enid mumbles a freaked-out "See ya," before turning and racing back to her dorm.

It's then that she decides to keep your meetings a secret.

She doesn't want to hurt E/n's feelings, and she definitely doesn't want to make things worse for you, so the only reasonable option was to lie, right?

RIGHT?????????

This is the kind of stuff that eats Enid up — the moral gray area of Is this right or is it wrong?

It's the kind of stuff that leaves her lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out what to do next.

And every time she draws a blank

This whole thing haunts her right up until the day you agreed to meet up again.

You find her in a booth at the Weathervane that Saturday — she already ordered your drink, which she remember from looking at the cup you had the day you met (that's the kind of stuff that she remembers and never forgets)

This time you show her all your favorite things in Jericho — your favorite park, your house, your favorite landmarks

And when it's over and she needs to get back to Nevermore, you make plans to hang out again

Then that hang out comes and passes, and you decide to hang out again. And again. And again.

And suddenly Enid starts to wonder if this is more than just "hanging out."

"Hey, Y/n? Can I ask you a question?" she says out of the blue one day while you're walking around a park.

"Shoot."

"Say there are two friends, and they hang out all the time. I mean, all the time. And one of them kinda likes the other, but they don't know if the other likes them back, but they don't know how to ask...what should they do?" Enid says, her chest seizing with panic.

You pause, brows knit. "Hm." you say, frowning at nothing. "I dunno. Tell them, I guess. I think being straightforward is the best thing you can do in that situation."

Enid nods and you two continue to walk in silence. After a moment, you go to speak, "Hey, did I ever show you—"

"I like you!" Enid blurts out, cutting you off. You stop, but she keeps going. "I was talking about me when I asked that question. I really like you, Y/n, and sometimes I think you might like me too, but I never really know these things for sure, so I just sit and think about it a lot but then I wonder if I'm reading too much into things that that's never good, but then you said to be straightforward about it and—"

"Enid!" you shout, trying to make sure she can take a breath. She stops, looking back at you with terrified eyes. And, to her surprise, you smile. "I like you too."

She falters. "Y-You do?" she stutters in disbelief.

"I do," you confirm.

She doesn't know what to say. She didn't plan this far. "Okay!" she says. "Okay! So. Um. How do we—do you want to—or like, we don't have to, but—"

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" you ask.

And she just smiles. "Yes, I would. When?"

"Hm, how about..." you trail off, looking around. "Now?"

"Now?"

"Mhm."

Enid looks back at you in shock. "So this...this is a date now?"

"Only if you want it to be." you laugh.

She smiles even wider. "Yeah. Yes. I want it to be."

"Well then, come on," you say, beckoning her to keep walking with you. "I think there's a creek in the woods I forgot to show ya."

And, beaming like the sun, Enid follows.

Enid is just about the most thoughtful girlfriend ever

She remembers your birthday, your mom's birthday, your sibling's birthday, your pet's birthday, your anniversary, and any special date you mention. Ever.

She'll show up to a date with flowers and a little gift for some occasion you hadn't even known was happening.

"Happy two and a half week anniversary!" "Oh! I didn't know we were celebrating." "That's okay! I just like visiting the flower shop down the street."

She's also suuuuuper cuddly and will hold onto you wherever you go

She knits you gloves and sweaters and scarves and snoods and anything you request

And while she can't invite you to any dance seeing as you're keeping your relationship a secret from E/n, she'll host makeshift dances in which she'll force you out of your room for a couple minutes while she decorates it with streamers and a disco ball and hauls in a speaker

Then, she'll pull you onto the 'dance floor' (your bedroom floor) and dance with you until you're both on the verge of collapse

For a couple months, everything is perfect. You're perfect, and Enid spends almost every second in awe of you.

But, of course, the past always comes back to haunt us

Enid notices one day that you've been growing slightly distant. You would space out in conversation and never respond with more than a couple words. She would've been hurt if she hadn't been worried about you.

She never pried other than the occasional "You sure you're okay?", which you'd brush off anyway.

But everything comes to a head the night you have a panic attack while you're hanging out with Enid in your room and she pulls you into her arms as you sob. At that point, you couldn't hide what was going on.

"Enid, I...I don't feel safe anymore." you told her one night. E/n was showing up everywhere you went, even more now than she had before. She would ambush you on your way to school, begging you to take her back despite your intentions otherwise. She seemed to always be one step ahead, and you were beginning to panic.

And as Enid sat there, holding you tightly and running gentle fingers through your hair, she made up her mind: "I'm going to make this stop."

You looked up at her, eyes wide. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet, but I can promise you that E/n is never going to bother you again."

"Enid, stop." you say, pulling way and sitting up. "You don't have to get in the middle of this. I never wanted you to get involved and I don't want you to get hurt because of me." you say as more tears begin to stream down your face.

"Hey, look at me," Enid says, taking your face gently in her hands. "I just want you to feel safe. I'm not going to do anything bad, I'm just going to talk to her and try to figure things out, but I won't bring you into it. I promise. I'm going to fix this, okay?"

And, reluctantly, you nod. Enid smiles, kissing the top of your head and pulling you in for a long hug. As she held you, she used her finger to lightly trace something on your back: I LOVE YOU. She did that quite a lot, mostly because she was afraid to say it aloud. But it was true, she loved you. And she'd go to war for you if that was what it took.

You'll never forget the day Enid walked up to you at your usual booth at the Weathervane with a smile on her face as she sat opposite you

"E/n won't be bothering you any more." she said simply, taking a sip of the coffee you had ordered her.

You just frowned in confusion. "Enid, what did you do?"

"Don't worry about it." she said nonchalantly.

After a few more attempts to get her to spill what she had done, you realized she wasn't going to give up. So you settled on a smile as you watched Enid innocently sip her coffee.

"Hey, Enid?" you said, smiling at her. "I love you, too."

And right then, all Enid knew how to do was smile.

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