Here is the voted fic! Thank you all for your patience!
This took quite a while for I am dealing with writer's block, much like how Wednsday is in here.
I do hope you enjoy this ticklish!Wednesday fic (featuring evil Thing)!
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Attitude Fixing
Wednesday has writer's block and Thing is determined to make her admit why.
Wednesday was thankful for the break. She was.
Enid had decided, for the first time all semester, to have a sleepover with some of her other friends. She had moved over there as soon as their last class had ended. Wednesday had begrudgingly let the werewolf hug her goodbye.
She didn't care for the hug, nor that Enid wasn't there to interrupt her writing time. She wasn't fazed that Enid was gone instead of sending giggly texts on her side of the room. Neither was she concerned that Enid's insecent tickle attacks had stopped, letting her write in peace
And she definitely wasn't hitting a massive writer's block, rendering her unable to continue Viper's story.
Growling, she ripped the very nearly blank page from the typewriter, balled it up, and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and fell on top of the ever growing pile of crumpled paper.
She leaned her head against the desk and sighed. Writer's block wasn't unfamiliar to her. It was always a pain, but she'd always been able to work through it.
But this time… she just couldn't get her brain to work. She'd try to write, and the sentence would look wrong. Or the wording was wrong. Or it was just… wrong.
The feeling was infuriating.
A familiar scuttling made her raise her head. Thing climbed up the table and stood in front of her, looking between the typewriter and her.
What's wrong? He asked.
"There is nothing wrong." Wednesday huffed. "Just running into a small wall."
He looked at the pile of paper, then back to her. He tilted slightly. Small?
"Yes, small."
This hasn't happened all semester.
"Are you insinuating something?" Wednesday stood, glaring at him.
Unfazed, he continued to tap away. The only change is that Enid isn't here. Do you think-
Wednesday slammed her hand onto the desk. "I do not need her around to write! How dare you assume that!"
It's the only reason-
"You seem to have forgotten, but I need silence to write." Wednesday growled, turning her back on him. "Enid has nothing to do with this block."
She does! You have gotten used to her talking on the phone-
"Haven't!"
Scrolling through tiktoks without earphones-
"That habit is annoying and I do not enjoy it."
Even the many times she's tried to tickle you while you write-
"Thing!" Wednesday whipped around, her teeth clenched and a small dust of color on her cheeks. "I advise you to drop these falsehoods before I lock you in a drawer for the rest of the night."
Thing looked back at her dark eyes defiantly. If they are falsehoods, then why are you so worked up?
"I am not!" Wednesday crossed her arms, facing off against the offending appendage.
The two glared at each other, both too stubborn to back down. Thing continued to stare as he slowly tapped out a single sentence.
I don't like your attitude, Addams.
Wednesday's eyes widened and she took a single step back. "Don't. You. Dare."
I won't, if you admit that you miss Enid during your writing time.
Wednesday looked at the hand. She shifted in her stance, but didn't say anything.
Thing waited patiently, well aware that she would never admit such a thing to anyone.
Not unless someone made her.
Much to her denial, Wednesday shrieked as Thing jumped off the table and ran at her. She bolted, kicking the pile of paper into his way.
The distraction barely slowed him down as he chased the girl round the room. It took no time for her to be cornered in front of her bed. Thing stopped in front of her, eerily frozen.
"Thing, no!" She said slowly, her eyes searching desperately for a way out.
Admit it. He ordered, creeping forward slowly.
Her face hardened, the panic slipping away as she found a small string of confidence. "No. I will not admit something that is not true."
If hands could sigh, Thing probably did. Your choice.
He skittered forward, climbing up her leg in seconds. Her small dose of confidence slipped away as he paused to squeeze her knee.
"Thing!" She grunted, kicking her leg as tiny shocks ran up it. "Let go!" She reached down to pull him off, but, much to her horror, he latched onto her arm instead.
A weird mix of a yelp and a squeak left her mouth as he gently scratched at her forearm. She bit the inside of her cheek as a smile forced itself on her face.
She shook her arm and stepped back, hoping to throw him off. The only problem, there was nowhere to back away.
She yelped in shock as her legs hit the bed. Thing held on as she fell back, flailing only a small bit.
As soon as he recovered, Thing crawled up her arm and poked at her neck. Her eyes widened as her breath hitched. She reached up to push him away, but that's what he was counting on.
Immediately after she batted at him, he bolted down to her exposed ribs and squeezed. She jolted and definitely didn't snort.
"Thing, stop!" She spluttered, turning onto her side and trying to pull him away. She could feel the laughter travel up her throat and she closed her eyes.
Of course, he didn't listen. Instead, he found that spot.
Wednesday instantly burst into laughter as he pinched at the back of her ribs. She rolled over, almost squishing him.
"Thihihing!" She arched her back as he spread his fingers to scratch at her entire side. "Plehehease!"
He didn't reply, completely occupied with pulling the awkward laughter from her lungs. She thrashed on the bed, messing up her normally perfect bedsheets.
But, despite the chaotic reaction, she was able to restrain some of her laughter. Sure, she was laughing, but it wasn't her laugh.
That just wouldn't do.
Thing paused and she gasped for breath. She fell still, her limbs heavy as lead. She was about to sit up when Thing crawled under her shirt.
She froze, her breath hitching. "Thing, dohoHOHON'T!"
There it was.
She cackled and curled into herself as he scribbled against her bare stomach and sides. Under normal circumstances, she would've easily caught him, but with the laughter Draining the energy out of her body, she could barely move as it was.
"IHI WIHIHILL RIHIP OFF YOHOUR FINGERS!" She shrieked, clawing at her shirt.
If you have energy to threaten my life. Thing signed, making sure to keep his touch light so as to keep tormenting the young Addams. Then you have energy to be tickled.
Whatever insults or curses she planned to say died on her lips as he scratched at the back of her ribs again. She lurched then fell limp, her brain short circuiting by the overwhelming feeling. She only had enough brain cells to cover her face with her arm, her laughter muffling only slightly.
Thing stopped as soon as her laughter turned into wheezing. He carefully dragged himself over to sit next to her blocked face. He stood there, waiting patiently for her to look at him.
It only took her a few moments to recover before she put her arm down and turned to glare at the awful appendage. It would've been her scariest look yet, if it weren't for the slight color on her cheeks and the slight upturn of her lips.
Admit. It. Thing tapped out, standing his ground.
"No." She sneered, her voice hoarse.
He fluttered his fingers against her neck. She cringed away immediately. Her eyes widened as she saw him start to crawl back towards her ribs.
"Fine, I yield!" She yelped, quickly covering her abdomen. "I'll admit it, you loathsome beast!"
He stopped and waited. She sighed and carefully sat up, her head spinning only a little bit.
"I may or may not…" She hesitated, glancing at Thing. "Miss Enid… a little bit."
And? He signed, obviously smug in his win.
She swallowed her pride, glaring at the floor. "And I need her infernal racket in order to write."
Aaaand?
She whipped around. "There is nothing else, you blasted child of a deformed goat!"
Is there, though? He tapped out, creeping closer. You just have to admit that you enjoy it when she tick-
Wednesday lunged. Thing hopped back, barely dodging her grasp. He seemed to realize that his immunity had run out as she lunged at him again.
He leapt off the bed and ran for Enid's plushie pile. Wednesday was quick to follow.
"Get back here!" She growled, sliding in his way.
She tried to grab him, but he skittered past and dove into the plushies. She huffed and went after him.
"You can't get away from me, Thing!" She tossed a small elephant behind her. "We Addams are relentless!"
Thing dodged her hands and tossed a pink cat into her face. She shook her head and crushed him with a soft panda. He wriggled out and tossed another cat at her.
Both of them froze as the door to the dorm creaked open. Wednesday scrambled stand up and turned around, ready to curse whoever thought it was a great idea to enter her room unannounced.
Enid stood there, her eyes wide as saucers. Her jaw was dropped as she took in the state of their shared room.
There was crumpled up paper all over the floor along with many of her plushies. Her roommate's usually neat bed was fussed up, the blanket hanging halfway off and one of the pillows laying on the floor. Wednesday's desk chair was knocked over on the floor.
As for Wednesday herself, she stood in front of the ruined pile of plushies, a poodle gripped in her hand. Her shirt was untucked and her hair was slightly undone. She was panting heavily and her cheeks were red as her glare morphed into shock.
Thing slowly crawled out of the pile and darted across the floor and out the window, closing it behind him. Neither girl reacted to this as they stared at each other.
"I forgot my nail polish…" Enid whispered, slowly closing the door behind her. "What in the world happened here?"
Wednesday opened her mouth, looked at the chaos, and closed it again. She dropped the poodle and brushed off her skirt, trying to retain some shred of dignity.
"Thing and I had a… disagreement." She answered, folding her arms.
"Oh, no no." Enid scoffed, shaking her head. "I've seen you two have many disagreements. This was something completely different!"
"We had a heated argument?" Wednesday mended, watching as the werewolf grabbed the nail polish from her night table.
"What kind of 'argument' would make you look like… that?" Enid gestured to her roommate's attire. "You're usually so put together."
Thing tapped at the window, drawing both girls' attention. I tickled her cause she was being rude. He signed, quickly skittering away as soon as he finished his statement.
"He, what!?" Enid gasped, turning to her roomate. "I thought you were 'strong against such playful attacks'?" She quoted, grinning.
Wednesday's face flushed a slight bit more. "Yes, well, he has known me for quite some time, ergo he knows my weaknesses." She spoke in a rush, grabbing Enid's wrist. "Now why don't you-" She dragged her roommate to the door and opened it. "-return to your sleepover and forget any of this ever happened."
"Now, hold on-" Enid yelped as she was shoved out the door. "My plushies-"
"I will clean up our room." Wednesday interrupted. "Now, do not speak to any of your friends about this or I will tickle you all night long. Goodbye. Enid."
The door closed, leaving Enid flabbergasted and slightly flustered on the other side. She debated going back in, but decided against it.
She would tickle Wednesday eventually. Just not tonight.
First, she'd need to somehow convince Thing to reveal Wednesday's secrets…
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Technically, this fic is based right before An Artists Question. Weird, huh?
Anyway, I do hope you guys enjoy this and I will try to free myself from the throes of writer's block to create more content!
Have a fabulous day/night and pray for Thing. He is probably going to need it...
