A/N shout out to my best friend, amazing super cool talented writer who helped me write this. You know who you are @-prima-luce-

Prompt: Wednesday is scared to come out. Chaos unravels.

Wednesday sat on the porch, her typewriter balancing precariously on a stool in front of her. She was just about to begin chapter three of her new sequel, when the screen door slammed open, and a startlingly colorfully clad girl bounded over to her. Enid's usual pink and orange and blue attire was so loud and out of place on the grounds of the Addams family estate, and Wednesday couldn't help her eyes from being drawn to her everytime she walked into the room. Or in this case, onto the porch.

"Good morning Enid," she said, her tone as deadpan as ever.

"Morning!" Enid said, a giddy smile gracing her face. She'd been this excited every morning this summer, thrilled with the idea of spending the time with her girlfriend's family. She gave Wednesday a quick kiss, barely a brush of their lips together, before casting around a glance at the front yard, making sure no one had noticed.

Enid respected Wednesday's decision to stay closeted with her family. She had deduced in the last two weeks that Gomez and Morticia Addams were fairly traditional people, and it made sense that she would be worried about her parents accepting her.

That isn't to say Enid wasn't silently annoyed. Of course she wanted to respect her girlfriends wishes! But a selfish part of her desperately wanted to kiss her, without her eyes darting around the room, nervous that someone could have been eavesdropping or spying.

But of course, she couldn't tell Wednesday that.

"What are you writing about?" she asked, tilting her head forward to see the page. Wednesday placed two fingers on her girlfriend's forehead, pushing her away, just enough so she couldn't see the words on the parchment.

"Viper is in a dilemma of the mental kind, for once."

"Care to explain more?"

"Not particularly."

Enid sighed and sat back on her heels. Wednesday refocused herself on the keys. The blonde girl tried to note every detail of the brunette's face. The crease between her eyebrow that always materialized when she was working on a particularly difficult scene to write. A single eyelash that was curled down rather than up, for some inexplicable reason. A tiny flake of gray eyeshadow resting on her cheek. Slowly, she reached out to dust it off. But the brush of a touch got carried away, and soon Enid had the side of Wednesday's face cradled in her hand. Taking initiation, a rare thing for her, she pulled the other girl's face to hers and kissed her. A real, passionate kiss that seemed to drag on and on.

Without breaking contact, Enid removed her hands from Wednesday's face, grabbing the typewriter and moving it off to the side, before scrambling over the stool and sitting on her girlfriend's lap, wrapping her legs around her waist. She moved her lips slowly away from the other girl's, tracing kisses across her jawline, then slowly down to her neck.

"Enid," she whispered, a near inaudible sound, and the blonde moved her pattern, tracing back up to her lips again. She moved her hands down the sides of Wednesday's body, before they rested dangerously near the hem of her shirt. Almost casually, Enid took the fabric between her slender fingers, and the brunette shuddered when the blonde's cold hands made contact with her warm skin.

Enid hardly ever took the lead in these situations, so Wednesday was really too stunned to do much other than sit there and enjoy the feeling of small circles being traced across her stomach, or the way their lips fit so flawlessly together. The way Enid's hands moved further up until they brushed over her ribs, tracing each one with care. When Enid's fingers reached the edge of her bra she stopped, just resting there without moving.

And then their moment, their perfect little moment, with warm sun beating down on them and the clear blue sky filled with birdsong, was shattered.

"Oh my gosh," a sickeningly familiar voice said, with a tone of what could have been shock or revulsion, depending on how you looked at it. The girls flung themselves apart, both scrambling to be as far away from the other as possible.

Wednesday could still feel her skin tingling where Enid had been touching it, when she looked up into the stunned eyes of one of her younger brothers.

"You two– you were– I–" Pusley's mouth hung open in shock, his eyes darting back and forth between the two girls sitting on the porch. Enid's hair was a mess, sticking up in all directions and tangled in places. Wednesday wasn't faring much better, her shirt wrinkled and her face flushed deeper than she thought was possible. She pushed herself to her feet, stomped over to her brother, and slammed him against the awning's support post.

"If you so much as say a word about what you just saw to anyone," she threatened, her voice low and menacing, "I will tear out your trachea with my bare hands, do you understand me?"

Pugsly simply nodded, his eyes wide.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

"Yes, yes, I understand!" he whimpered, ducking out of her viselike grip using a method he had devised from years of Wednesday's punishments.

Wednesday let go of him and he scampered off like a dog with its tail between its legs. She turned back to her girlfriend, who quite fairly was disgruntled that she hadn't been able to finish on a good note.

"I should continue my novel," Wednesday hummed, pulling the typewriter back over to herself. Enid's face dropped but she nodded, understanding that her girlfriend was probably pretty shaken up.

After a long silence, Wednesday grimaced. "He's going to use that as blackmail. I'm better off just coming out now, that or killing myself. If I do either of those things, at least I won't get in trouble for keeping secrets. And on the plus side, if I do the latter, I can blame Pugsley."

"No no no, you are absolutely one hundred percent not killing yourself." Enid pushed herself up to her feet, and actually stomped to get her point across. "Coming out... that's up to you. If you feel ready, I'll be right there by your side."

Wednesday stood, picking up her typewriter and brushing the faintest whisper of a kiss across Enid's lips. "I know."

~~~~

Wednesday had her braid between her teeth, and she was anxiously gnawing at the hair tie. She had barricaded herself in her room, with the blackout shades drawn. The only light in the space was that of a flickering candle on her desk, held securely by a skeleton hand, bits of dried, flakey blood still clinging to the snow white bone. Wax dripped down into a puddle on the wooden surface, but she paid it no mind. All of her focus was on Viper.

Or at least, she wanted all her focus to be on Viper.

Frustratingly, or however else you want to look at it, her focus was entirely on Enid, and the look Pugsley had given them, and the look she imagined her parents giving her when she told them the real reason she'd wanted Enid to come home with her for the summer so badly.

She couldn't help thinking that they would be disgusted by her, or disown her, or maybe even lock her in the dungeon.

But then... They cared so much about love. So wouldn't they be happy that she had found it? At the same place they discovered theirs? Even if it was...with a girl.

This was the only thought that got her through the long, silent day. When the alarm clock on her desk said 4:13 PM, there was a knock at her door.

"Enter."

Enid, worry written in every line of her face, stepped into the room. She walked over to the rigid electric chair Wednesday kept at her desk and leaned over the back, placing her chin on her girlfriend's head.

"How are you?" she said, barely a whisper.

"I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"Yes, I am. Or I would be, if you would stop pestering me about it and let me get back to my writing."

"O– oh." Enid stood up straight. "Okay. I'll leave. Sorry, Nes."

But just as Enid put her hand on the doorknob, Wednesday couldn't help saying, "stop. Please. I'm sorry. That was... unfair of me."

"Yeah, it was," Enid agreed. "That was a dumb thing for you to say, and it hurt my feelings quite a bit."

Wednesday was slightly taken aback by her honesty, but she couldn't help but admire it. She nodded. "I know. I'm sorry again."

"So...coming out..."

Wednesday tenced more, closing her eyes and letting her head fall onto the desk. "Horrible."

"You know they might already be able to tell, it's not like you hide it."

Wednesday sat up straight again, eyebrows raising. "What do you mean?"

"You are a living, breathing Bisexual flag my love."

The latter gave her girlfriend a plain look and rolled her eyes. "I am not."

"Are too," Enid hummed, placing herself on Wednesday's desk. It was at this moment Pugsley walked in holding two guns and a grenade launcher.

"Hey sis!"

Wednesday clenched her jaw. "Why are you here, go and play with Pubert."

"I want you to clean my guns and launcher."

"And why in the world would I do that, you incompetent child."

Pugsley didn't say anything, instead he just stared at Enid then smiled, the small grin spreading across his face.

Ten minutes later the two girls were scrubbing the guns down with soap and water. "You were not kidding," Enid huffed while pulling a wad of gunpowder from a crevice.

"I'm coming out tonight. There is no way I will let my brother push me around like a toy. That's my job."

"Good plan." Enid nodded, scraping a bit of grease from the trigger mechanism of her firearm.

"I'm so sick of him," Wednesday mumbled. "I told him I was going to forcefully remove his trachea. That was not an empty threat! And yet he's still bossing me around? I won't have it."

"Your family usually eats around six. That's only an hour and a half from now! So you only have to get this done, then you tell your parents at dinner."

Wednesday's shoulders slumped. "Enid..." she lowered the gun she was polishing. "I'm scared. I'm really, really scared." she looked up at her girlfriend, and the fear was obvious in her dark eyes. Enid dropped her weapon as well, before leaning over to embrace Wednesday.

"It's gonna be okay," she whispered. "I'll be right there with you the entire time. I'll be your emotional support. I'll be there for you."

And there, with the door locked, knowing they were really alone, she kissed Wednesday again, and the smaller girl leaned forward and clambered on top of her, refusing to be dominated again. She took control, tracing her fingers over Enid's collarbone and neck in featherlight patterns, their skin barely brushing. Goosebumps covered the blonde girl's body as her girlfriend leaned forward, kissing her harder and nearly pushing her to the floor. Their teeth clashed, and they both giggled about it a bit.

Wednesday's legs wrapped around Enid's waist, and she reached up and cupped the taller girl's face in both of her hands, pressing her face to hers. She couldn't get enough, needed more, was desperate for more. A small moan escaped Enid's throat, and the other girl smirked against her lips. She moved her hands from her face to her waist, first moving them a bit to high, then a bit to low, doing nothing but teasing her girlfriend, as she had done that morning.
But as unexpectedly as could be, Enid swung her leg over Wednesday's body, managing to land with one knee on either side of her waist, and once again in the more advantageous position. The brunette was nearly helpless as her girlfriend scooped an arm beneath her back and began tracing kisses all along her shoulders and collarbone. "You," the blonde said between kisses, "are," kiss. "The. Most. Perfect. Person. I. Know."

"Oh my love," Wednesday said, her head tilted back to give Enid's lips more freedom. "I am far from perfect."

Enid just barely drew away, smirking down at her. "I know. That's the best thing about you."

Wednesday reached up and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck, digging her fingers into her silky short hair and pulling her down so their mouths met again. "What would I do without you?" she whispered against her lips.

"You would be a lot more bored." Enid shrugged, and they both laughed. The tense feeling in Wednesday's stomach had melted as she kissed Enid, and she longed to keep doing it. Nothing was stopping her, so she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to her nose. Her cheek. Her jaw. Her neck. Before working down to her collarbone and tracing her lips across the pale, warm skin.

"Enid, have I told you that I really, really love you?"

"I think you've mentioned it."

"Good. I think I need to say it more often."

"I certainly wouldn't mind."

And their lips met once more, before they finally untangled themselves from each other and just sat there, side by side, leaning on the other and sighing contentedly. Wednesday played with one of Enid's particularly defined curls, while Enid pulled at a fraying edge of Wednesday's skirt. They were silent, relishing in each other's quiet company. And both girl's wanted to stay like this, to be in this moment forever...

"Dinner!" Morticia called from below, forcing the two girls out of their romantic moment yet again.

Wednesday took a deep steadying breath and pushed herself off the floor bringing Enid with her. They walked down the stairs and the smell of roast greeted their noses.

Wednesday wanted to vomit as she slid into her seat, feeling warm sour spit coat her mouth. If she didn't talk soon she might vomit. How long had she been sitting here? Why were the others eating already? Enid shot her a worried look. Her plate was already half empty, while Wednesday's plate hadn't been touched with food.

"Are you good, my little storm cloud? You haven't touched any food. Are you being embraced with a lovely illness?"

Nope. She couldn't talk. "I think it's called gayitis, maybe it's terminal," Pugsley said, smiling smugly and folding his arms over his chest. That smug, smug smile that Wednesday wanted to slowly and painfully carve out of his face with her sharpest knives. "Side effects? Kissing girls."

No. There was no way he just said that to their mother. This was all in her head. It had to be. Maybe she was dreaming.

"Do not say rude things about your sister Pugsley," Morticia chided. "Calling her a girl kisser may push the line."

Enid's jaw clenched. "Why?" She jumped to the matter, watching as Wednesday's eyes dilated and she swayed to one side. Panic attack. Probably a minute, or seconds before it started. "Why is that pushing the line? What's wrong with it?"

"It would be the same as calling someone who did kiss girls a boy kisser, it's disrespectful to their personal preference."

Mortica was okay with it, those words purely proved it, though Enid found her head spinning in circles when she followed it up with, "But being a girl kisser is only a phase."

Tears pricked at Wednesday's eyes. She couldn't hear the conversation, but she could only imagine it was going the worst way possible. Her chair legs rubbed against the floor as she stood up and ran out of the room.

"Wednesday?!" Her mothers voice called behind her as she ran into the bathroom and expelled her lunch into the toilet. Vomiting when stressed had always been a weakness of hers, and it wasn't in her favor at the moment.

Enid's hands wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her up, pushing a tissue against her mouth. Her mother knelt in front of her, looking worried. "So you are being plagued with illness."

"Yes, it's called I-Couldn't-Come-Out-So-My-Brother-Did-It-For-Me-And-Now-I'm-Acting-Like-The-Weak--Lesbian-I-Am-itis." Pugsley let out a laugh while Pubert promptly slapped him across the face.

"Know when to shut up!" Enid growled at him irritatedly.

Finally having gotten grip on herself Wednesday shot her brother a stare that could have killed twenty normies. "Mother, Father, I am not being plagued with illness...and it's not a phase."

Gomez looked at her with shock, then frowned. "Did you expect us to be upset?"

"I was imagining more along the lines of disgust."

"It's not like you are dating a woman at the moment."

Wednesday looked at Enid, then with every last ounce of power that she held, she kissed Enid. It was quick but it clearly stated the point, screaming 'hey I'm dating this girl'.

"Point taken back."

"Mom, dad, you met my best friend, Enid Sinclair. Now I... I want you to meet Enid Sinclair, my... my girlfriend."

Gomez and Morticia's eyes widened slightly in unison, but they both reached out and shook hands with Enid. the former held onto her a bit longer than necessary, and said "be responsible, take care of my little girl."
Enid grinned widely, her eyes lighting up. "I will, Mr. Addams."

She leaned towards Wednesday, and said in an exaggerated stage whisper, "I told you they would be okay with it Ma Chéri."

The corners of Wednesday's mouth tilted up, and she looked over at her brothers. One who looked proud, and the other looked mad he had wasted his blackmail material.

"Pugsly, you'll be okay. We're Addams'. I'm sure I'll commit some unspeakable crime against humanity, and you can use that for your blackmail." Wednesday's tone was back to her usual emotionless deadpan, and everyone in the room grinned.

There was a long list of things Wednesday Addams had thought she would never do, and telling her parents she was dating someone, never mind a girl, had been quite high up there. Yet as the days to come turned to nights, as days turned to months and as those months turned to years, she knew she would never regret it, but mostly she knew that as she watched the white gown sway around Enid's hips, watched as rings slid onto fingers and watched as the worlds 'I Do' slipped over the strawberry lip chap lips she had kissed so many times, that this life would be beautiful.