Pigtails|Wenclay

WoeCaptains

HEYYY EVERYONE!! longest chapter ive ever posted EVER, so get ready!!

we have a few of the regular tws, suicidal thoughts, uhh "perverts", i can't really think of them rn but JUST WATCH OUT okay

i have been waiting for this chapter forever, i am so excited for you all to see this! i've put a lot of work into it. sorry if i drop a lot of plot and lore and whatever on you but also... this is MY book so...

and without further ado, enjoy this chapter!!

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12:00am

Bianca's POV:

"Wednesday, I really need to get to bed—"

"Shut up." She orders as she kisses me even harder. It's hard not to wonder how our relationship is going to develop from here on out. Are we dating? Are we friends? Are we strangers who just happen to know how each of us taste?

My thoughts are interrupted as I feel a dull pain on my ear.

"Ow! What was that for?" I ask, realising that Wednesday was in fact pinching my ear.

"You're thinking too hard." She responds, though her voice lacks the annoyance she tries to coat it with. Is she maybe... worried about me?

Oh, this is new. I like this. I like when she cares about me.

"Wednesday, I have a question."

"Can it wait? I am busy."

"Doing what?" I ask foolishly, my words dying on my tongue as she starts to kiss down to my jaw. "Oh... Oh that's nice."

Her lips then find their way to my neck, and she kisses there as if wishing she'd melt into my skin. I really hope these nymph's abilities extend stalking and that they can fuse our bodies together indefinitely.

Her hands trail down my sides to go to my waist. I stop myself from moving her hands under my shirt. After all, I really do need to sleep. Though, maybe if she carries on, she can put me to sleep—

No, Bianca! The question!

"Wednesday, please, I really need to ask this." I insist, pulling her hands off of my body. Every inch of me, every bone in my body protests at that, and I'm sure to let go of her wrists before my actions can take a more... dirty turn.

"Fine. What is it?" She asks, pulling away from my neck. Her eyes don't leave there, however, so I make her look me in the eye. If she kept on looking at my neck like she wanted to suck the blood out of it, I think I might have just gone crazy.

"I just... I— well I guess I was just wondering what this makes us?" I stammer out, alluding to all the... making out we've been doing recently.

"...Homosexuals?"

"No, I mean like what this makes us? Like are we friends, are we a thing, or..."

Wednesday's stare is almost blank, and I cower under the look. Is she mad at me? I knew I shouldn't have asked, it's Wednesday Addams for gods sake! Why would she ever entertain romance, especially with—

"We are co-captains."

Beat

That's it?

I mean sure, I figured we weren't dating, but I thought we were at least... friends?

"That's it?" I think aloud, my confusion getting the best of me.

"What do you mean 'that's it?' Not many people get the privilege of being my equal."