[Originally posted on 6/29/24 as part of a reblog where a flustered Enid called Morticia “Mommy” right in front of Wednesday.]
Later, Enid finds herself shoved into a chair by a very different Wednesday. By the time she looks up, her girlfriend’s back is turned. Unbound hair falls past a waspish waist, shining like a pane of black glass. Prim attire replaced by something that clings and drips, less dark academia and more gothic Dalí.
Enid: W-Wednesday?
Wednesday: You will address me as Miss Addams.
Enid: Oh. Oh! So uh, what’s this about, Miss Addams?
Wednesday: I find that I must take measures to secure your straying eyes. Am I correct to assume that this attire will suffice?
Enid: Mm hm. Yep! I mean yes, Miss Addams.
Wednesday: Adequate. Then one matter remains. Did you address my mother as… Mommy?
Enid: *gulps* Y-yeah, I uh. I did.
Wednesday: Mm. Then understand this. For you, I will dress as her. Wear my hair down as she does. Even walk like her. But I will be no tender mother.
Enid: *sweats* O-oh?
Wednesday: *head bowed, she slowly turns to face Enid* When you scream tonight, the sobriquet that I will rip from your tongue will not be Mommy.
Enid: *gulps*
Wednesday: *finally meets Enid’s eyes* It will be Other Mommy.
