іᥒ sһᥲძᥱs ᥆𝖿 ᑲᥣᥲᥴk ᥲᥒძ ᑲᥣ᥆᥆m Wednesday Addams and love in the same sentence. That's funny, no? She thought so as well until she met Enid Sinclair. She learnt lots of stuff from that late blooming werewolf. And yet, they grew with whatever they had going on. It took months for them to realize how much they have actually grown on each other. Classic dumb lover trope. Absolutely. But besides romantic love, comes platonic love as well. Friends. Again, you'd have to be out of your mind to put Wednesday Addams and Friends in the same sentence. Well.. yes. She changes minds, changing herself in the process. And that's, what she's not relevant to. Change. Mind's change, seasons change, come and go. Simple, right? Discovering and navigating everything at once is complicating, even for such a master mind like Wednesday. And that's okay. Everyone struggles. But you're never alone. ｡˚.𖧧 𑁍 𖧧.˚｡｡˚.𖧧 𑁍 𖧧.˚｡｡˚.𖧧 𑁍 𖧧.˚｡ ᥲ ᥕᥱᥒᥴᥣᥲіr s𝗍᥆rᥡ.

This is a slow burn. Wednesday Addams, a 16 year old girl, attends Nevermore after being expelled at her old high school. As the school year goes on, Wednesday has developed some sort of feelings for the popular girl, Enid. Will they find their way to each other? Or will Wednesday have her heart broken?

Enid Sinclair is sunshine. Wednesday Addams is a thunderstorm. They share a room, a bathroom, and absolutely nothing in common - except for the fact that they can't seem to stay out of each other's way. For Enid, the crush is instant, impossible, and deeply inconvenient. For Wednesday, feelings are a weakness... until she starts noticing the way Enid's laugh lingers in her head and how the dorm feels colder when she's gone. Between late-night conversations, uninvited nicknames, and stolen glances in the moonlight, something begins to shift. But Wednesday Addams doesn't fall in love - she collides with it, fights it, denies it... until she can't anymore. This is a slow burn full of sarcasm, lingering touches, and the dangerous truth that sometimes, opposites don't just attract - they set each other on fire.

If someone had told Seulgi three months ago that she'd end up sharing a house with her mother's new fiancé and his daughter, she would've laughed. Or screamed. Or both. Now? Well-she's still screaming. But more internally. Mostly. "I swear to God, if you touch my skincare again, Jaeyi-" "Relax! I was just borrowing your toner. And serum. And... maybe the snail essence. Your pores look rich, I'm trying to invest." Seulgi clenched her jaw, gripping the bathroom doorframe like it personally betrayed her. "Your investment plan is going to end in hospital bills." Living under the same roof as Jaeyi was like signing up for emotional whiplash. One moment she was laughing at Jaeyi doing a ridiculous dance in the kitchen with a burnt pancake on her head; the next, she was staring too long when Jaeyi came home in a sundress that shouldn't be legal. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. Because Jaeyi wasn't just annoying. Or pretty. Or funny in a way that made Seulgi want to punch a pillow. Jaeyi was her. The kind of chaos Seulgi never asked for but somehow couldn't stop orbiting around. "You're staring again," Jaeyi teased one evening, perched on the kitchen counter, eating grapes like a Greek goddess with no regard for personal space. "No, I'm regretting my life choices," Seulgi deadpanned, turning away, ears turning traitorously red. Jaeyi tilted her head. "Sure you are. Just like how you 'regretted' sitting next to me during movie night. Or how you 'regretted' holding my hand during that thunderstorm." "That was for safety," Seulgi snapped, grabbing a water bottle just to have something to hold that wasn't Jaeyi's smug face. "Oh? So if another thunderstorm happens, you'll hold someone else's hand?" Silence.

When Woo Seulgi, a spirited and delightfully messy 23-year-old fresh out of university, arrives in Seoul, she's hoping for a fresh start. What she gets instead is Yoo Jaeyi, her meticulously organized and seemingly icy 25-year-old nurse roommate. Their shared apartment, meant to be a sanctuary, quickly becomes a battleground of passive-aggressive notes, clashing personalities, and the furry, chaotic presence of Seulgi's secret weapon: Boksil, her mischievous Maltese. Seulgi, despite her loud exterior, harbors a hidden truth-a fierce attraction to women she's desperately trying to conceal behind. Jaeyi, outwardly composed and mature, secretly battles her own inner demons, including a possessive streak she keeps carefully hidden. Both women, commoners from the provinces, are stretched thin by the demands of their low-paying jobs and the financial burdens of supporting their families-Seulgi's younger brother, Jihun (20), and Jaeyi's parents and younger sister, Eunbi (18). Their initial hatred reaches a peak after Boksil's innocent destruction of a prized possession. But forced proximity and shared struggles begin to chip away at their defenses. As their carefully constructed facades crumble, they discover a common ground in their relentless pursuit of stability and their deep love for their families. The subtle shift from bitter rivals to hesitant friends, and then to something undeniably romantic, is a journey of quiet glances, lingering touches, and a growing understanding that transcends their initial animosity. Kiss The Girl:Next Door is a heartwarming tale of two women bound by circumstance, who find unexpected love amidst the chaos of adulting, financial strain, and the noisy presence of a small, fluffy dog. Can their blossoming affection survive their clashing worlds and the secrets they both carry?

Woo Seulgi is a timid pastry chef whose extraordinary ability that makes her life a quiet misery. She feels the exact, raw emotions of anyone who eats her food. Her world is thrown into chaos when Yoo Jaeyi, a wealthy, dominant CEO, walks into her shop. The moment Jaeyi tastes Seulgi's dessert, a tsunami of raw, unapologetic lust and possessive desire floods Seulgi's senses, leaving her dizzy, furious, and deeply confused about her own suppressed sexuality. As Jaeyi launches a relentless, flirtatious pursuit, forcing Seulgi into close, tense proximity with a massive business deal, Seulgi desperately fights the overwhelming emotional onslaught. She hates the intrusion but finds the bold, consuming desire utterly compelling, driving the central question. Is this powerful attraction hers, or is she simply a helpless receiver of Jaeyi's aggressive will?

Rivals since their rookie days, Woo Seulgi and Yoo Jaeyi have built their careers on one-upping each other. Icy glares on red carpets, cutting remarks in interviews, tabloid wars-they've become public enemies, and neither has ever backed down. Then one reckless kiss, caught on a blurry phone video, throws their world into chaos. Suddenly, the feud they've cultivated is overshadowed by scandal, and the press can't get enough. To contain the fallout, their agencies cast them as co-leads in a daring new arthouse film-a lesbian romance meant to "explain" the viral moment as nothing more than method research gone too far. But rehearsals blur the line between acting and reality. Every scripted kiss lingers too long, every brush of skin sparks tension, and every heated glance is a silent challenge neither can ignore. Their rivalry becomes a dangerous game, filled with teasing, provocation, and unspoken truths. As they navigate the pressures of fame, the cameras, and their fake romance, the line between hate and something more begins to fade. Seulgi and Jaeyi discover that sometimes, rivalry can be far more intoxicating than victory. ________ Warning: This story is a fictional work that explores intimate and sensual scenes. Some content may be emotionally intense or sensitive for certain readers. If you feel uncomfortable with these themes, please do not continue reading. Always prioritize your well-being and personal boundaries. Thank you for understanding.

Woo Seulgi is drowning alone, broke, and one exam away from collapse. Law school was supposed to be her way out, but survival leaves no room for dreams. Then Yoo Jaeyi appears. The beautiful, powerful and dangerous. Seoul's youngest legal CEO doesn't make requests, she makes offers. One envelope. One condition. Total surrender. Jaeyi can give Seulgi everything she's ever needed. But what she wants in return is far more than Seulgi is ready to give. How much is Seulgi willing to trade for her dreams? And what happens when the price is herself? _______ Warning: This story is a fictional work that explores intimate and sensual scenes. Some content may be emotionally intense or sensitive for certain readers. If you feel uncomfortable with these themes, please do not continue reading. Always prioritize your well-being and personal boundaries. Thank you for understanding.

Jaeyi watches over Seulgi with an unsettling gaze, a twisted smile curving her lips as she hums the song Every Breath You Take by The Police. Oh, can't you see? You belong to me, How my poor heart aches, with every step you take... "Rest for now, Seulgi-yah." Jaeyi whispers softly, her voice laced with possessive affection as she watches the girl tied to the bed, her captive, her obsession. "You deserve to sleep without any worries. Just know that no matter what, you'll always be mine." Every move you make, every vow you break, Every smile you fake, every claim you stake, A cruel laugh escapes Jaeyi's lips as she watches Seulgi stir in her sleep. "Just you wait, my love. You won't need anyone else but me. I'll make sure of that." But it didn't matter. Jaeyi had her now. "I'll be watching you." As the relationship grows more toxic, Jaeyi's plans become darker. She begins weaving an intricate web, planning to manipulate others to ensure that Seulgi's world revolves around her and only her. The more Seulgi seeks freedom, the tighter Jaeyi pulls the strings. And with each passing day, Seulgi's struggle for independence becomes a battle against her own heart-and the girl who claims to love her. Will Seulgi manage to escape the trap of Jaeyi's love, or will she lose herself in the tangled web of obsession and control? One thing is certain: Jaeyi's version of love has no room for anything but her, and she will do whatever it takes to ensure that Seulgi belongs only to her. _______ Warning: This story is a fictional work that explores themes of dark romance, deep obsession, and intimate scenes. Some content may be emotionally intense or sensitive for certain readers. If you feel uncomfortable with these themes, please do not continue reading. Always prioritize your well-being and personal boundaries. Thank you for understanding.

Upon her return to Nevermore Academy, Wednesday Addams never expected to encounter anything as genuine as her feelings for her roommate, Enid Sinclair. Her complete inability to handle emotions will be the least of her problems in the upcoming semester. To make matters worse, a powerful comet will pass by Earth, intensifying the powers of the outcasts, as well as their emotions. How to deal with something so intrinsic and yet so tangible? Perhaps the answer lies in a sky full of stars. *** Original story written in Brazilian Portuguese by @MarieClaireKing in 2023 (from January 28th to March 2nd), before the release of Wednesday - Season 2. https://www.wattpad.com/story/333040833-a-sky-full-of-stars-wenclair *** Author's Note: "This story focuses on the romance between Enid and Wednesday. I've changed some of the story's events, so forgive me if you suddenly see characters rising from the dead. There will be elements from other series and films that provided inspiration that can be used in the fanfic. I have no problem, much less guilt, deleting negative comments that could harm my mental health. If you don't connect with the fic, just stop reading." *** Translator's note: I really liked the fanfic and asked the author for permission to translate it into English. I would like to apologize in advance for any English mistakes I may make. I am not native to the language and I ventured into translanting it to English. I would be very grateful if you can make corrections in the comments, if you want. Thanks!