Wednesday does not snoop. She… investigates. Truthfully, she wasn’t even searching for the hidden letters under Enid’s bed to begin with. She just so happened to stumble upon them after Thing clumsily dropped one of her daggers she was having him clean and scattered it underneath Enid’s eye-searingly colourful bed.
“Thing, you blundering appendage, that is the dagger Enid made for me,” she hisses.
Of course, Wednesday looks over to where Thing was seated only seconds ago to find that the little critter has already fled. If Thing does not like Wednesday own brand of manicure she has planned for him—where one might lose a few fingernails—then he has only himself to blame.
She rises up from her writing chair and steadily crosses over to Enid’s side of the room, simply taking everything in for a moment. The neon girl is away on one of her various extracurricular activities, and Wednesday should be content with some peace and quiet in the room for once, but instead she only finds herself craving Enid and her overwhelming presence. Her plushies litter the bed, and little trinkets are strewn all across her desk and partly on the floor. The girl is nothing short of a whirlwind, and Wednesday can’t help but find her utterly endearing for it.
Having had her fill, Wednesday makes her way towards Enid’s bed, bending down to the floor in order to reclaim her dagger. Just as she makes contact with the blunt end of her knife, Wednesday spots a stack of letters. A curious thing, really. There are at least five letters stacked on top of one another, all different colours with different designs littered on them.
Enid does not write, or at least, she does not waste her time writing handwritten letters, preferring to rot her brain with social media and online blogs. Wednesday can’t help but wonder what exactly Enid is handwriting, and keeping a secret no less—when normally, when Enid shows interest in a new hobby, which is a common thing, she will not waste any time to announce it to Wednesday. Truthfully, Wednesday finds it, dare she say, cute—an insipid but entirely accurate word for the bright-eyed girl. Enid will pick up a hobby, announce it to Wednesday with a lopsided smile, become proficient at it at a pace that rivals even Wednesday's, then quickly get bored till she discovers her next pastime.
When has Enid even had the time to write all of these letters, and where if not in their dorm? Wednesday will need to investigate, for science, of course.
It is only still 4 PM; Enid just left their dorm room, and the girl will normally not return till at the very least 5:30 PM, which gives Wednesday ample time to see exactly what Enid has been up to.
Carefully, she reaches for her dagger, along with the stack of letters, and crawls out from beneath Enid’s bed. She takes a seat on her writing chair, the stack of letters placed neatly in front of her. For some reason she cannot comprehend, Wednesday finds her normally faint heartbeat speeding up beneath its spot inside her chest. She splays a hand over her chest, willing the organ to relax.
Each letter is tucked away inside a pink envelope, each adorned with a number on its top left corner. Wednesday can only assume these are the order in which Enid has written the letters. Efficient as always. Enid is one of the most intelligent people she knows. Of course, she will never understand why the blundering fools at Nevermore treat her as if they are in any way on the girls level. Alas, Enid is far too kind to use her intelligence on something worth her time, like violence or murder.
Wednesday picks up the envelope that has a small 1 written on it and slowly begins opening the envelope. Taking a breath, she methodically unearths the letter, and finally, she begins reading.
“Dear Willa,
I swear sometimes it’s like you do these things to me on purpose. Do you purposely try to make it clear that I’m special to you? that you have a soft spot for me? because it’s getting to me, Weds. You are sooo kindhearted and equally as lovely and beautiful despite how much you try to hide it. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, and I know any special treatment you may be showing me stems from the fact that you obviously consider me a friend now too, but sometimes you honestly just make me want to squeeze you with all my might, and it’s driving me insane. Like, take last Friday, for example, when I pulled that all-nighter—and immediately after my first class, you appeared out of nowhere, a coffee in one hand and a donut in the other. I think I really swooned; I didn’t think people actually swooned till then, except on Webtoons and fanfics.
One of these days, if you keep doing these things that make me want to kiss you all over, I might drop dead from sheer frustration.
Frustratedly yours,
Enid.”
Wednesday releases the letter slowly. This is certainly not what she had been expecting when she discovered these letters, to say the least. And for them to be addressed to her.
Colour Wednesday impressed. Enid wears her very heart on her sleeve, something she’s grown to become endeared by, and the fact that she’s managed to hide these… emotions without Wednesday realizing. Well, she is almost disappointed in herself.
Is Wednesday aware of the special treatment she shows Enid? Well, of course. Enid is the only person deserving of her affections. Is it so wrong that she wants the girl to know how much she means to her? And… not to mention that last tidbit. If Enid wants something from Wednesday, she’s made it clear that she’s the only person that has permission to take it.
Ever since Wednesdays realized how much she treasures the girl, Enid’s Wednesday privileges, as the girl likes to call them, have hit the stratosphere. Enid is positively spoiled.
The girl does not go a single day without hugging Wednesday, and it’s even gotten to a point where she’ll sneakily kiss her on the cheek or forehead before skittering away. One instance, right before the bright girl was about to leave for one of her many clubs, she began mumbling something about Wednesday having the most adorable chin ever and had the gall to lightly graze her teeth on the aforementioned chin before placing a kiss on it, then promptly running off like the coward she was. Wednesday admittedly had to sit down for 5 minutes before she could get her breathing under control again. She wishes she could claim that it is all one-sided as well, but Wednesday can stubbornly admit to herself that she’s grown to expect these physical exchanges and even look forward to them just as much as Enid, or regrettably even more.
If Enid wants to kiss her all over, then she simply should.
Wednesday picks up the second letter, gently unfolding it as she begins reading once more.
“Dear Willa,
I can finally admit to myself that I like you, like, like you, like you. I mean, obvi I do. Yoko’s made it clear that I’ve been down bad for you since before I even realized my own feelings. Honestly, it’s starting to get a little concerning.
Last week, when Xavier sat beside you during botany class, throwing his hair around with that tortured expression on his face, I swear to the moon all I wanted to do was jump over my desk and throw him through the window. And I feel bad, I do, but god, that dude just does not catch a hint.
And I know you don’t belong to me or anything, but my stupid brain can’t help but get jealous over you.
It also definitely does not help that you’re so beautiful and intelligent and interesting and funny and witty because everyone wants your attention even a little bit. Wants to know even a little bit of Wednesday Addams. So now, I not only have Xavier to lose my mind over but all of your other never-ending suitors as well. Gurrr.
FURTHERMORE, this confirmation of my feelings for you has made the urge to kiss you even worse. You’re sleeping? I want to kiss you, eating? I want to kiss you, threatening somebody? I want to kiss you, plotting murder? I want to kiss you, teasing me? I especially want to kiss you.
The urge to kiss you is ALWAYS there. Even when it isn’t, it still is, brimming beneath the surface, waiting till you do something that makes my heart skip over itself. Like when I unexpectedly tease you and you purse your lips up into that cute pout you like to do, or when you want a hug and instead of asking for one, you stand eerily still and stare directly at my arms.
I’ll warn you right now I think one of these days I’ll end up planting one right on you instead of taking you out on a date like you deserve because you make me feel like I have zero self-control.
P.S I could do much, much better than whatever Tyler thought he was doing when you guys had that movie thingie. You know, if you gave me a chance, lol. Just saying, Willa.
Yours,
Enid.”
At this point, Wednesday is amused, and perhaps, a little flattered. She has to forcefully clench her teeth together till they make a grinding sound inside her mouth to keep her lips from ticking up in the corners and breaking out into, God forbid, a smile.
Enid is the love of her life. This has been a fact Wednesdays stubbornly come to terms with since the girl saved her life and nearly died for her.
What comes as an utter surprise to her, though, is that Enid returns these feelings. Never had she considered that Enid may actually like her. She’s been content to bask in the girl's sunlight, to dip her toes in the ocean that is Enid but not fully submerge herself in the vast waters. And she would have been grateful for it, to get to simply be in Enid’s life; however, the girl would have her.
To think that Enid’s been getting all possessive and eager over her while Wednesdays rotten little heart has been beating for no one but the neon girl.
Wednesday is admittedly excited to set this record straight. To see Enid get concerningly red in the face when she tells her that she’s been caught red-handed.
Would she deny it? stumble over herself till she fainted due to her utterly weak disposition, or would she simply flee? Wednesday cannot wait to find out.
For right now, though, with a smirk on her face, she is content to simply venture through all the ways she has been unknowingly torturing her darling Enid.
As she goes to reach for the third letter, there is hurried shuffling at the door, before the sound of a key being inserted and a twist of a door handle has her dorm door being hastily opened.
“Wil—“ Enid stops moving mid-word, her eyes widening in pure terror and her mouth stuck in its open state.
“Hello, Enid. Welcome back,” she says, a barely there smirk on her face as she smoothly turns in her chair to fully face the girl.
“Wednesday… How—WHY do you have those?!”
Wednesday rises from her chair, taking careful steps towards Enid. The girl stumbles backwards till her back hits the door.
“Hmm. Well, I accidentally stumbled upon them and got curious. Is there anything you’d like to tell me, Sinclair?”
“I— A deep blush overtakes Enid’s face.
“H-how much of them did you read?”
“Does it honestly matter? It seems you spilled the proverbial beans on the very first letter, she purses her lips to stop herself from smiling, “Truthfully, it’s best you come clean now. Chop chop, wolf.”
“F-fine,” Enid says, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for a possible escape route.
Of course, the little puppy tries to make a run for it, her hand flying up to the door handle. Wednesday, though, does not let this happen, planting a firm hand on the door as the other grabs Enid's forearm, firmly hauling the two of them back into their dorm room in one fluid movement. A compliment-worthy attempt; if it were anyone else, Enid would have certainly succeeded in her escape, what with her werewolf genes. Sadly for her, Wednesday has been trained since a mere tot to fight against wonderful beasts such as Enid.
“Why are you attempting to run away?” she asks, lightly pushing Enid towards her bed so she is now sat on the edge, with Wednesday looming over her.
The whole scene is almost laughable; Enid looks like she is being questioned for murder, her eyes dart everywhere except at Wednesday, and her lips are stuck in an almost comical frown.
“B-because! I’m embarrassed Wednesday!. You were never meant to see those. Never, ever, ever, ever, not in a million years!. A—and now you have, and I’ll have to switch rooms, and you’ll avoid me, and we won’t ever talk again—“
Enid abruptly cuts herself off, her breath catching in her throat and now nearly to tears.
Wednesday is utterly perplexed; the pitiful little wolf seems to think Wednesday isn’t afflicted with the same predicament she is. That she doesn’t wholeheartedly adore Enid.
“Enid. Why would that ever happen? You should know by now I would not let it.”
Enid looks at her as though she has five heads.
“Because I like you… and you don’t like me? obviously. Do you just like hearing me humiliate myself, Wednesday? Please just let me leave so I can cry in a corner somewhere.” She answers, exasperation now clear in her voice.
Wednesday, quite honestly, does not know how to respond to that. It is certainly true that she enjoys watching the puppy squirm, but to humiliate her? never.
Wednesday remembers how much Enid kept going on about her urge to… kiss her in her letters. Now should be as good a time as any to show Enid her true feelings, since telling clearly may not click for her.
Slowly, she kneels down to Enid’s level, placing her hands on both sides of the girl's face.
Enid is terribly attractive, something that’s been obvious to Wednesday since the first day she met her, and even more so now that she gets to analyze her so closely.
The lightest of freckles dot her face, and the scars Enid proudly won on that day still stand tall in all their beauty. She’s now staring into Wednesday's eyes, seemingly letting her confusion win over her own humiliation. A small pout adorns her lips, and there’s a clear question in her gaze.
Enid politely keeps both her arms to herself, but Wednesday notices how they fidget at her sides.
Finally, Wednesday leans up and plants a small peck on the girl's lips, barely even a kiss. Just enough to catch Enid off guard.
Enid sputters, her hands flying up to Wednesday's shoulders, and her eyes widening to an almost concerning degree. It is quiet for a moment, Enid's mouth closing and opening for a few seconds before it finally settles.
“Uh—wha—“
Wednesday cuts her off once more, this time making sure the girl is thoroughly kissed. A little deeper, a little longer. Her left hand comes to rest on Enid’s neck, while the other softly caresses her scars—the radiant badges of honour Enid earned for her. Enid is surprised again for but a moment before she is reciprocating with fervour, leaning further into Wednesday so she can deepen their kiss.
Wednesdays senses are overwhelmed with Enid. Her strawberry scent with something in the mix that is wholly Enid, her soft, soft lips, and her sharper teeth that nip and graze with every kiss they share.
Unfortunately, breathing is a necessity in order to keep living, so after what feels like an eternity and a millisecond, they come apart with a soft smack.
Enid’s lips are swollen and glistening, and her eyes have glazed over, turning the normally bright, bright blue of her eyes into a foggy aquamarine. Wednesday wants to kiss her again.
“—is happening,” she whispers, voice featherlight and gravelly.
“Is it still not obvious?”
“Um, no? You just kissed me?”
“Yes. I am aware; I was there.”
“Wh—WHY did you just kiss me, Willa?”
Wednesday sighs, deep and guttural.
“Honestly, Enid, you’re one of the most intelligent people I know; this line of questioning is beneath you. Clearly I am in love with you and have been since Crackstone.”
“WHA-?! how—“
Enid lets out something like a crazed giggle. A laugh like a woman who’s been pushed to the brink of insanity.
“Wednesday, how on earth was I ever supposed to put that together?!”
Wednesday purses her lips. She rises from her position, crossing her arms and tilting her head slightly.
“I do not know. I assumed my feelings were obvious.”
Enid takes a deep breath, her voice taking a softer tone. “Not to me. They weren’t obvious at all to me.”
“Hmm. I am sorry, Enid, truly. I—I did not mean to cause you so much grief. Loving you comes naturally to me—like breathing, my love for you is simply ingrained into my very being. It did not occur to me that I should… tell you,” she continues. “I did not want to take more than you were willing to give; an Addams is not selfish in the way they love. I was fine with what we had, so long as you were happy and taken care of.”
“... you’re a moron, Wednesday. Genuinely, how are you simultaneously the smartest person I know and the silliest? You lovable nerd.”
She frowns, “Well, if you’re just going to insu—“
She is pulled back into a pair of soft lips before she reaches the end of that sentence. A singular soft kiss, then another, and another.
“I think… I’ve loved you for longer than I’ve known you, Wednesday.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.”
“Well, that is certainly something.”
A small moment of silence, then—
“So, since you’re, you know, in love with me and everything, does this mean we’re girlfriends?” Enid asks, a small smile on her lips.
Looking anywhere near her mouth region just urges Wednesday to kiss her again, so for her own sake, she keeps her gaze focused at any point above the girl's nose.
“Girlfriend does not begin to encapsulate the depth of my feelings for you, but if you must,” she responds.
Enid lets out a soft snort. “A simple I guess so would’ve worked just as well, you little nerd.”
Wednesday hums, stepping closer towards the girl, “I am nothing if not eloquent, Enid.”
Enid grins, her hands settling comfortably around Wednesday's waist. “You’re also mine now, don’t forget.”
Wednesday tilts her head questioningly. “I have always been yours, wolf. It simply took you embarrassingly long to notice.”
Enid groans, dropping her face into Wednesday's neck. “Can’t ever just let me have the win, huh?”
“I know you can handle it, my love.”
Enid sighs, the warmth of it tickling her skin. “I love you,” she says.
Wednesday gently pulls the other girl away from where she’s decided to tuck herself away.
She lets herself look at Enid once more—really look at Enid, lips and all. And this time, she doesn’t fight the pleading in her heart that begs to kiss Enid again, and again, and again.