Fics like 420 seconds in hell

“Enid, get off me,” Wednesday ordered in a raspy whisper, barely keeping her composure intact. “What are you gonna do if I don’t?” This stubborn wolf! Wednesday wasn’t sure she could hold herself back any longer with the tension escalating between the two. Was Enid even aware that she was driving the goth insane? Wednesday studied her expression. The blonde’s face was smug; her eyebrows deliberately raised with a perceptible, cheeky smile. Ugh. Guiding one of Enid’s hands to the pockets in her cardigan, she warned, “… I’m carrying a blade with me. You do not have the upper hand here.” Enid didn’t seem the slightest bit scared. After spending several months with the Addams girl as her homicidal roommate, she’d gotten far too used to her antics to know that the goth would never inflict harm upon her. “Um, yes I do? I’m literally sitting on top of you and you haven’t murdered me- which I know you won’t!” “So.. why should I get off?” she provoked further. AKA: Wednesday Addams has feelings for Enid Sinclair and deviously plots to kiss her during the party game popularly known as 7 minutes in heaven— or what’d she prefer to address as 420 seconds in hell.

Fics like 420 seconds in hell

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