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Enid was going to get Wednesday Addams to hug her. Willingly.
“I like you, Addams.”
“I believe… I believe I share the same sentiment.”
Their exchange had been on loop in her head for the past week, like a broken record. A broken record that sometimes skipped and jumped around, corrupting the memories. Sometimes Wednesday would go from restraining Enid to leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to her mouth, pulling back with a smile on her face.
That’s when Enid realized that her fantasies were getting away from her again. Wednesday didn’t smile.
Ever.
She desperately wanted to change that.
After their encounter, she wondered if Wednesday actually realized that Enid had meant like as in like. The relationship kind. The fall-in-love kind. The kind where she could run her fingers over the sharp curve of her roommate’s jawline without fearing that her hand would be broken.
Wednesday’s version of liking someone must be different than hers. Enid liked everyone, just by her nature and her way of seeing people. She liked colors, and mainstream pop songs, and candy, and her stuffed animals. She liked too many things. By contrast, Wednesday didn’t seem to like anything that wasn’t at least loosely tied to the weird and macabre.
So sure, Wednesday liked her, which was an accomplishment in itself.
But she loved Wednesday.
Enid wanted the other girl to look at her like she was the only thing that existed, to stare into Enid’s soul with the same intensity that she poured into her work. She wanted Wednesday to initiate their touches, just like she’d done the night they confessed to each other.
Or Enid had confessed, at the very least.
Intimacy was the only thing she craved right now, from only one person, who she had to watch Xavier flirt with every damn day while Enid did nothing. Nothing except claw her desk to shreds because Wednesday probably still needed space to process things.
“Fuck, γαμώ!”
There was a rustle of papers from her roommate’s empty desk as Thing turned to look at her. He tapped out a quick message.
Are you alright?
“Just fine, thank you.”
She huffed loudly and flopped down onto her bed.
Mhm.
The hand had spelled out the three letters deliberately, as to make sure Enid got his message. She groaned in return.
“Why doesn’t Wednesday want me?!”
A few moments passed, her outburst lingering in the dead space, and then a rolled up ball of paper hit her between the eyes.
“Ow! Thing!”
He gestured at her rudely. She stuck out her tongue in response. He then proceeded to wave at her rapidly in a series of unrecognizable signs, but she got the gist of it.
“Whatever. I know I’m being silly, but the only things Wednesday loves are her collection of knives and gravedigging. And spiders. I don’t really see where I fit in on that list.”
And her family, and the people she’s close to. You.
Enid felt a flush bloom on her face. She could so easily imagine Wednesday invading her space with a smirk, letting Enid bury her face into the other girl’s neck in a fit of wolfish possessiveness. Oh, how she wanted it.
With determination, she rose to her feet.
“Thing, I am going to figure out Wednesday's true feelings, one way or another! Even if I die trying.”
She grimaced, and muttered to herself.
“Hopefully without any death.”
~~~
Her mission wasn’t going well.
The entire day had been dedicated to attracting her roommate’s attention, by dressing in her most colorful outfit, by putting on the lip gloss that Wednesday had once remarked on ‘not being completely terrible’, and by bothering the girl with random things.
In response to her outfit, Wednesday had just frowned.
“That sweater makes my skin itch.”
Her roommate had also largely ignored Enid’s babbling, and only perked up slightly at the mention of her stabbing Yoko because she’d flaked out on their study session. All in all, Wednesday seemed rather disinterested, mind obviously somewhere else.
She hadn’t even reacted when Enid had snuck up behind her and rested her head on the girl’s shoulder, besides just standing there like a statue. At least she hadn’t flinched or shook her off.
Enid had also brought her coffee this morning, but Wednesday had done little more than nod in her way of expressing gratitude.
During the day, she’d found herself staring at Wednesday’s hands, remembering how ice cold they’d been that night. She briefly fantasized about taking them in her own and warming them up, keeping them close to her chest. Certainly, they’d feel heavenly against Enid’s now flushed skin.
Not for the first time, she wondered if Wednesday’s lips were just as cold.
Enid rolled over in her bed so she didn’t have to look at the other side of the room, where Wednesday was sitting at her desk writing her novel. The sight of such beauty was too painful to bear. Her own palms felt empty, and she clutched at her sheets. She tried not to let a puppy-like whine escape her mouth.
How can I make her understand that I want her more than anything?
If someone was to try and woo Enid, she would expect flowers, chocolates, teddy bears, and handwritten love notes, at the very least. Unfortunately, she knew that Wednesday detested such things, and would sooner accept a human skull as a courting gift.
She was fresh out of human skulls, or any other bones.
Perhaps I can put a Wednesday twist on things…
A smile spread across Enid’s face as she silently developed the perfect plan.
~~~
Hiding the rose behind her back, heart hammering in her throat, she opened the door to their room. She found Wednesday on the balcony, absorbed in her cello.
The music carried through the window, and a smile crossed her face when she noticed the tune seemed a bit less mournful than usual. Still in a minor key, Wednesday resented any music that wasn’t, but to Enid’s ears it sounded slightly romantic.
She tapped lightly on the window once her roommate had finished, which seemed to startle the other girl. Gingerly, she stepped onto the balcony.
“What leads you to disrupt my practice, Sinclair?”
This was practically a friendly greeting by Wednesday’s standards, and Enid grinned, sticking out the hand that held the flower. She watched the other girl just stared at her for a second.
“This is for you!”
With an almost delicate motion, Wednesday plucked the rose from her fingers, studying it. The black petals gleamed like a raven’s feathers, stem an equally dark green and covered with plenty of thorns.
Enid forced herself to stay calm, to stay still, watching her roommate’s every reaction. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she swore she saw a small gleam in Wednesday's eyes.
Nervously, she cleared her throat, and the other girl glanced up.
“So?”
Wednesday hummed.
“Thank you. It's beautiful.”
The grin on her face only brightened, and Enid felt her metaphorical tail start wagging. Somehow, she’d managed to get her roommate something that wasn’t automatically distasteful in her very strange worldview.
“Though it would look better dead and dried, perhaps in a jar.”
She felt her spirits sink slightly.
“Oh. Well, there was this stand selling them, and I saw ones in black and knew you’d like the color. I just couldn’t resist!”
Wednesday said nothing in return, signaling that their conversation was now over.
Well, it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.
~~~
The next time Enid brought her roommate something, she was certain that it would win her over completely.
Once again, she held the gift behind her back, hidden from view as she stepped into their room. She found Wednesday sitting on her bed, sharpening her knife collection meticulously. Enid swallowed, preparing to turn around and come back later, but the other girl had noticed her enter already.
Wednesday’s midnight black eyes caught hers, and suddenly they seemed sharper and more dangerous than any of the knives in her lap. Enid tried for a smile.
“What is that thing you think you’ve cleverly concealed behind your back?”
She pouted slightly, and withdrew the neatly wrapped box, plain and unassuming. Wednesday watched her carefully as she stepped across the invisible line of their room, stopping once she was a foot away from the girl.
“For you, αγαπημένη.”
The greek slipped past her lips accidentally, but it had happened enough before that Wednesday didn’t bother questioning it. Silently, she took the box from Enid, and unwrapped it.
“... Chocolates?”
Enid just beamed.
“With a twist! And they’re all dark chocolate, as I know you like best.”
With only a slight hesitation, Wednesday selected one at random, biting into it. She waited with baited breath as the girl chewed, and watched with glee as her eyes slipped closed for a moment. When they reopened, Enid saw the corners of her mouth twitch upwards.
“Hemlock?”
“Yep! It’s a chocolate sampler, but instead of like, normal things, I sprung for a few deadly poisons. Most of them are from Ms. Thornhill, which she was generous enough to let me use.”
That tiny smile still remained on Wednesday’s face.
“You continue to surprise me, Enid.”
She almost jumped with delight, and tried desperately to keep her feelings from showing too obviously on her face. This was the most enjoyment that she’d seen Wednesday exhibit from her various presents over the semester, and it was affirming that she was on the right track.
“Sooo, no thank you?”
Enid stuck out her arms for a hug, wiggling her shoulders suggestively.
Wednesday merely stood up, brushing their shoulders together as she walked past and completely ignored Enid’s plea for an embrace.
“Begging doesn’t suit you, mon chiot.”
~~~
Some days later, she sat hunched over at her desk, furiously scribbling on and then proceeding to crumple pieces of paper into balls. There was a collection of them all over her desk and the floor. Thing was currently pretending to wrestle with one, like a cat with a toy.
Enid groaned with frustration, slamming her head down.
“I don’t know how to write love notes without them coming across as completely sappy and gross! It’s impossible to Wednesday-ify them.”
Thing stopped playing with her failed attempt, and tapped out a message.
Just share your honest feelings.
She huffed.
“My honest feelings are sappy and gross!”
The severed hand shook his metaphorical head.
Grabbing a new sheet of paper, Enid furiously scratched her pencil across the surface, words coming out angry and jagged and rushed.
Sometimes you make me feel so many things that I just want to sink my claws into you and rip out your throat with my teeth.
Sincerely, Enid.
She sat back, and with a growing horror re-read what she’d written. Perhaps Wednesday was rubbing off on her. What a disturbing thought.
“It’s no good, Thing. This was a stupid idea.”
He watched as she crumpled the note into another ball and set her head on the desk in defeat. She was contemplating putting her sad playlist on shuffle and letting herself wallow in sorrow when her accursed roommate decided to finally return.
When the door swung open loudly, Enid nearly jumped out of her skin, more crumpled pieces of paper scattering and falling onto the floor. Wednesday caught sight of her, and raised just a single eyebrow in question.
“Is there a reason that your side is even more of a mess than usual?”
Frustrated, Enid growled low in her throat and threw one of the balls at the other girl. She didn’t expect Wednesday to actually catch it and promptly begin unfolding it.
“Wait, don’t-”
Helplessly, she could only watch in agony as her roommate scanned the paper, face schooled in an expressionless mask.
“... Read that.”
Wednesday stood stone still looking at the paper, eyes flicking up once to look at Enid, then back down, then back up again. She held their gaze, too petrified to make a run for it. The tips of Wednesday’s fingers traced absentmindedly across the words, while she could feel herself getting sucked into that black hole stare.
Something shifted in Wednesday’s eyes, and she suddenly walked towards Enid, boots echoing on the wooden floorboards like the crack of thunder. For only the second time, her roommate crossed the invisible line, pausing when she was a mere few inches from Enid’s chair.
She looked up at the other girl, at her perfect lips, slightly pursed, at those cheekbones that from this angle made Wednesday look even more elegant and even more deadly.
The wrinkled piece of paper was turned towards her, and with a lump in her throat, Enid reread her own words. Cold horror rushed through her body when she realized exactly which note it was. Possibly the worst of the bunch. The one where she’d described brutally murdering the object of her affections.
In a nutshell.
“Did you mean this?”
Oh stars, please let my death be swift.
“No! Well, I mean, yes, sometimes… but like, oh my god I’m so sorry Wednesday, you totally weren’t supposed see that-”
She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for one of Wednesday’s many knives to make an appearance and put her out of her misery.
“That is the single most romantic thing anyone has written about me.”
Enid’s eyes snapped back open.
There was no knife sticking out of her; instead, she was greeted with an unbelievable sight. Wednesday Addams was smiling at her. A genuine, real smile. All white teeth and dimples and stars shining in those midnight black eyes.
She wasn’t quite sure what to do but stare at the picture of ethereal beauty smiling down upon her. Every molecule in her body felt like it wanted to combust into a million tiny pieces.
“O-oh.”
Before her small brain could process what exactly was happening, Wednesday was leaning down and then suddenly their lips were touching.
Enid acted on instinct, forgetting how to breathe but managing to pull the other girl onto her lap and clutching at her shirt, attempting to keep Wednesday as close to her as possible. Surprisingly, she didn’t object to the contact, only weaving her hands into Enid's hair.
A whine escaped her mouth as she let herself get lost in the feeling of Wednesday with her like this.
Her lips weren’t cold. They weren’t cold at all.
When they finally pulled apart, Enid felt quite lightheaded. Her lungs acted of their own accord and forced her to draw deep, ragged breaths. Wednesday, by comparison, looked completely normal except for the red flush spread across her cheeks.
“If these past gifts have been your attempts at courting me, I give you permission to continue.”
Enid’s hazy brain took a few moments to process that.
“Granted, if that was indeed your intention.”
When her eyes refocused enough to take in Wednesday’s face, there was a slightly smug expression dancing across her lips. She shook her head, like a dog, to clear her thoughts.
“Yes, umm, yes, that was my intention.”
“Then it’s official, we shall announce our courtship to the general student body. Girlfriends, yes?”
As Enid nodded rapidly in confirmation, she wondered briefly if she’d bitten off more than she could chew in Wednesday Addams.
Guess I’ll have to find out for myself.
She couldn’t be happier about the prospect.