Wednesday Addams had never been a trusting person. From the day she was born, she trusted nobody; even bit the doctor who had held her after delivery. Though, that wasn't to say she didn't believe in honesty, and trusting that what people said was - 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 - the honest truth.
That is, until Tyler Galpin.
Had she loved him? No. No, love was a 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 word, one Wednesday Addams had never uttered to anyone - not even her own parents. But had she cared for the boy who was the first to capture her lips in their own?...She feels shame in admitting it but, yes, yes, she had. Originally, he was just a pawn in her plan, nothing but a normie who could potentionally help her escape the supernatural, hormone-infested hell that was Nevermore Academy. But overtime, he became so much more. He became...a 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. Then he was nearly more than a friend.
But it turns out it wasn't she that wasn't not more than friend material, it was 𝘩𝘪𝘮. That 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 boy, who she regretted everyday. That 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 boy, who she willingly let into her cold, black heart only to be stabbed in the back by him. Or well, should she say, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘵.
And what made it so much worse is that it wasn't just her that was hurt in the scheme of things. Eugene, Thing...𝘌𝘯𝘪𝘥.
Wednesday wasn't the only person who had dreamt of Tyler Galpin.
And for that, she could never forgive him.
It had been six months, twelve days and eleven hours since the battle with Crackstone was finally over, but...to her, it was never really 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. It plagued her mind like a curse on a twenty-four seven loop. The vision of seeing Tyler taking the life out of Doctor Kimbott's body, the sight of Principle Weems dead on the floor, Thing bloodied up and left for dead, Euguene in that hospital bed, the gashing scars on Enid's once flawless flace that still remained 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺.
Tyler Galpin was gone from from Wednesday Addams' life, far far away in an institution for the clinically insane in Switzerland somewhere, but he'd never really be 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦. For the rest of her life, he'd be there, lingering in the back of her mind - a constant reminder that she could trust 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦.
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In a way, everyone at Nevermore had changed after the battle of Crackstone. Even little tiny things, like how Wednesday noticed Ajax would hold Enid just a little tighter every time she was in his arms, even after their breakup, as though she was going to disappear. And she couldn't blame him, because she nearly did.
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶...her guilty consious (something she had not known she had up until after the battle of Crackstons) whispered to her. 𝘌𝘯𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥...𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.
𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺! she internally scolded herself. 𝘌𝘯𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴.
But the one person who hadn't changed was, of course, Enid Sinclair. Despite what she went through that night - 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝘣𝘺 𝘛𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳 - Enid kept that big, goofy smile on her face at all times, her sunny and colouful demeanor never once faltered. This was to be expected, Wednesday couldn't help but think to herself. Enid Sinclair had been through hell from the second God thought it'd just be 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 to give an 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 herself the mother that was Esther Sinclair. And throughout it all, Enid was happy. She was resilient. To Wednesday, her resilience was her most admirable trait (𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯.)
However, though nothing in Enid had changed, something between Wednesday and Enid 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 had. Ever since that hug, things had been...𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 between the two roomates. They were undeniably closer, Wednesday now even allowing Enid to give her a hug every time she sees her. And even occassionally, and the key word there is 𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, she would let Enid give her a kiss on the cheek.
The goth couldn't deny that she didn't...𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 the new-found intamicy her and the werewolf now shared. But, she just...couldn't bring herself to take it further. Half of Nevermore thought the roomates were together, and the other half had an inkling that there was definitely 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 going on in the pretty little heads of Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair.
Wednesday couldn't deny that, either. But, once again, there was just something holding her back. She 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 Enid was worthy of her trust, she 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 the blonde cared for her beyond words, but she never actually 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬. After Tyler, she didn't know anything. Even her (and she would never admit this aloud, but it was true) best friend and closest companion couldn't be trusted anymore. Because she had trusted Tyler and looked at how she'd ended up. With a knife to the gut, a shovel to the head, an arrow to the shoulder and so, 𝘴𝘰 many scars that, even though you couldn't see with your eyes, were still there.
And what was worse was just how 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 Enid and Tyler actually were. They were both sweet people with dark pasts and dark things buried deep inside of them, who befriended Wednesday despite her spookiness.
She regretted him so much. Wednesday Addams finally had something 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 going for her, and she was sabotaging it because she just couldn't believe in trust anymore, not after him.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯.
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2am. It was 2am and Enid still hadn't returned to Ophelia Hall. Wednesday sat awake, restless, internally panicking. She was sure Enid was fine - she had said she was going to a party in Bianca's dorm and that she'd be back pretty late, but Wednesday at least thought she'd have texted saying when she was coming back? She had Wednesday's number? When her breathing started to get heavier and heavier, Thing scurried over and sat on her shoulder.
"𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦." he signed at her, trying to put her worry at ease.
"Like how Eugene was fine?" she snapped back, making Thing flinch at her tone. She sighed to herself, looking at Thing. "Go to Bianca's dorm. If she's not there, check Yoko's and then Ajax's. If she's not in any, return here immediately so I can go search for her. Understood?"
Thing rushed off his young master's shoulder, understanding the assigment Wednesday had given him.
Ten minutes later, Thing returned on Enid's shoulder. Wednesday could've let out a sigh of relief, but she breathed in, composing herself. 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
"Wiiilllaaa," Enid slurred, stumbling over towards the raven, Thing falling off her shoulder in the process. "Heyyy. I misseddd youuu."
Wednesday looked over at Thing with dark eyes and a terrifying expression. "How did she get like this?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳!"
The goth walked over to Enid, holding her hands on her shoulders to walk her into bed. "You...you need to 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. You...you are not okay-"
"Sh, sh, sh," she placed a finger on the other girl's lips, making Wednesday's homocidal tendencies momentarily flare up. "Im 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, Willa! Better than ever actually. But hey, hey, hey," she giggled, leaning over to whisper in the raven's ear. "𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶."
𝘖𝘩...𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘰...
Thing rushed over and clawed at the blonde's ankles to try and get her to move away, but it was no use, Enid was set on saying what she wanted to say. She cupped her hand's on Wednesday's face, smiling like an idiot. "I...I 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 want to kiss you. I've been wanting to kiss you for...for a while now, I just haven't been able to like, muster up the courage to tell you - "
Wednesday nearly smiled at the words she'd been waiting so agonisingly long to hear, but her heart dropped when she felt Enid's hands on her face, almost carressing it. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘛𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥.
𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳! 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳! 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳! Her consious screamed at her. 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘨! 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘨! 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘨!
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵, 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘌𝘯𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘛𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘯𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘛𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳-
But, like always, Wednesday couldn't even trust herself. She pushed Enid's hands off her and shook her head. "No. No, Enid, I do not know what you thought this was, but whatever you did, it's 𝘯𝘰𝘵, okay? It's 𝘯𝘰𝘵."
Enid's eyes automatically welled up with tears. Regret flodded Wednesday's mind almost instantly. "Enid, I-I am sorry, that...that was too harsh, I apologise-"
"No," the blonde shook her head. "No, no, 𝘐...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. That was wrong. I'm sorry," she ran her hands through her hair as anxiety rushed over her. "I...I'm just gonna crash at Yoko's tonight. Sorry again, Wednesday, I-I'm 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 sorry."
"Enid, wait-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Enid was out the door and walking down the halls of Ophelia Hall. Wednesday sighed, running her hands through her own hair, fingers tapping against her scalp with dread.
"Thing, follow her and make sure she gets there safely please."
And like always, Thing obliged.
And like before, Wednesday sat in front of the window in a ball with her knees against her chest with tears welling in her eyes.
𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘦.
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Enid awoke with a pounding pain in her head, instantly realising she wasn't in her own bed, but rather in the spare in Yoko's dorm.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘬𝘰'𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮?
And then it all came rushing back to her. The drinking, Thing coming to fetch her, her confession, Wednesday's rejection, showing up to Yoko's dorm with tearful eyes and regret eating at her insides.
"...Shit," she breathed out, sitting up and leaning forward, placing her head in her hands. "𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵!" she yelled, throwing the closest thing she could find; a glass cup of water Yoko had left for her for when she woke up.
Yoko walked out of the bathroom, hands up in the air, letting out a breathy chuckle. "Whoah, whoah, whoah. Hey there, sunshine. You okay?"
Enid looked over at the vampire with empty eyes. "No." she deadpanned. "No, Yoko, I'm not okay. I fucking confessed to Wednesday, and she probably hates me now, and now I'm gonna have to move out and avoid her forever and wallow in the depression of being rejected so no, no, Yoko, I am not okay!"
"Jeez," Yoko muttered, stepping over the broken glass as she walked towards the werewolf, not even bothering to question it. "Was just asking. Pump the brakes, pony."
She simply shot her a death glare, looking back down at the red duvet she was laying under, fiddling with the loose strings. 𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳...
"And for the record, I doubt Wednesday hates you. I saw Thing checking up on you during the night, and something tells me that wasn't just good ol' handly compassion."
Enid felt like the Grinch, because she could've swore she felt her heart grow two sizes bigger. "Really?" she asked, eyes softening.
"Yes, really." the vampire assured her, nodding her head. "Just go talk to her. I'm sure you'll be able to sort it out, you guys always do."
"You don't know what she said, Yoko!" she whined, shoving her head into the blankets. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴-"
"- 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝙣𝙤𝙩, 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺? 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝙣𝙤𝙩." Yoko finished for her, causing Enid to raise an eyebrow at her. "Yeah, you recited it to me sobbing about twenty times last night." Enid whined once more in embarrssment, and Yoko couldn't help but laugh. "Look, Enid, I know that was harsh of her, but I'm sure she didn't mean it with malicious intent! I mean...it's 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺. She says she's gonna maim and torture people for fun on a daily!"
The werewolf shook her head. "No, Yoko, 𝘯𝘰. You don't see how Wednesday is with me! No one does! She's...𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵. Caring, almost. She wouldn't speak to me like that unless she actually meant it!"
The vampire sat there for a moment trying to make sense of it all. There was no way Wednesday didn't love Enid back. There was 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺. Yoko was many things, and one of them was that was was 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. And she didn't just 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 Wednesday loved Enid back, she 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸.
𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨...
And that's when the lightbulb popped up on top of Yoko's head.
"Enid," she started softly. "I think we all forget what Wednesday actually 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 last semester. She 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 Tyler, she let him in, and he broke her heart. Of course it's gonna be hard for her to y'know, love again. She may be stoic, but she's not heartless."
She shook her head. "I'm not like Tyler."
Yoko tilted her head to the side and looked at Enid with a sympathetic look.
"𝘐 know that. But 𝘴𝘩𝘦 doesn't, and I can't blame her."
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Enid opened the door to hers and Wednesday's dorm room to see an incredibly 𝘴𝘢𝘥 Wednesday Addams sat before the window, tear stains marking her pale face.
"I'm not Tyler."
𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘌𝘯𝘪𝘥.
Wednesday stood up from the floor and looked at the girl with a dazed expression. "...What?"
"I'm not Tyler." she repeated herself, taking a few steps foward towards the girl. "That's what this is about, right? You think I'm gonna do to you what Tyler did. Well, guess what, Wednesday, I'm not!" she yelled in exasperation, hands waving up in the air. "Listen, I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 it's gonna be hard for you to trust 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 after what that bastard did to you, but Wednesday, 𝘐. 𝘈𝘮. 𝘕𝘰𝘵. 𝘏𝘪𝘮. And you of all people should know that! I nearly 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 for you, Wednesday!"
Then Wednesday Addams did the most unexpected thing you could possibly imagine.
She broke down in tears. Seriously, just stood there and started full-blown sobbing. Enid immediately felt guilty. "Wait, what? Shit, Wednesday, I'm sorry! That was too harsh, I-I didn't mean to make you cry!" she panicked.
Wednesday walked towards her and wrapped her arms around Enid's waist, sobbing into her chest. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯? Enid returned the hug, wrapping her arms around Wednesday's shoulders.
"I-I know," the goth sobbed uncontrollably. "I know you're not like him. I know that, okay, I know that. I just...I cannot find-I cannot find it in myself to be able to trust my instincts anymore. I mean, I-I can't!" she cried and cried and cried. "Tyler did horrible things to 𝘮𝘦 and to 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 and to 𝘌𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘦 and to 𝘺𝘰𝘶. For God's sake, Enid, he-he nearly 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 you because of me!"
Enid shushed the sobbing girl, rubbing her hair and standing there silently as the girl let it all out. After a few minutes it stopped, but Wednesday didn't let her go. "...I did not mean it."
Enid looked down at her and tilted her head. "What?"
"What I said last night, I," she sniffled slightly, letting go of Enid and wiping her eyes. "I did not mean what I said to you. Enid, what-whatever you think 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴, it 𝘪𝘴. I have not stopped thinking about you ever since that night, it's like you've infected my brain with all your colour and joy. It's just...when you held my face, it reminded me of when...when Tyler kissed me. It set of some type of alarm in my head and I just- I couldn't. I couldn't let myself get hurt again. But, Enid, I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 you would not do that to me, okay? I know that now. I apologise for how I reacted, I should have just been honest from the beginning."
The werewolf nodded in understanding. "It's okay, I get it. I've been there before. I'm sorry too. I should have been more considerate of your feelings."
Wednesday nodded back at her, sitting down on her bed, leg bouncing with anxiety. Enid sat beside her, tempted to hold her hand on her leg, but stopped herself, now aware that, though Wednesday was okay with her hugs and her occassional kisses on the cheek, there was certain things Wednesday did not like. Wednesday noticed the blonde staring at her restless leg and nodded, giving her the A-okay to touch her. Enid slowly obliged, placing her hand on the goth's thigh, squeezing softly. The two sat in silence for God knows how long. It could have been a minute, it could've been forever. Until...
"If...If your offer from last night is still up I would...now be willing to take it up." Wednesday nearly whispered.
Enid's eyes shot towards her. "Are...are you sure?"
"Indubitably."
The blonde took a deep breath in, placing her hands on the raven's waist, making sure not to place her hands anywhere near her face, sure not to break Wednesday's boundaries. She leaned foward, and pressed her warm lips against Wednesday's cold ones. The shorter girl immediately leaned into it, placing her hands on the back of Enid's neck. For a moment, Wednesday expected something awful to happen, like a vision of Enid being some deranged psychopath or for someone to walk through the door and laugh at her for falling for some sick joke, but, unlike her kiss with Tyler, this was nice. Sweet. Warm. Everything he wasn't, Enid was.
And she lov-𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 that about her.
Enid pulled back to breathe, her forehead pressed against Wednesday's, who's eyes were still shut for a good second. "I 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 like you, Addams."
Wednesday shrugged smugly. "You're not so bad yourself, Sinclair."
The two both burst out giggling, falling back onto the bed, laying side by side, staring up at the ceiling. "So..." Enid trailed off. "Does this make us like....official?"
Wednesday looked over at her with adoration in her eyes. "If you'll have me."
The werewolf leaned over once again and gave her a chaste kiss.
"Of course I will."