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Wednesday was typing.

Which wasn't a surprise, she's always typing. At least, when she can find time between dishing out colorful threats and acting on said threats. This was part of her normal routine.

Well, it was mostly part of her normal routine. There was one glaringly obvious contrast to this familiar scene; a twinkle of color on her dark canvas.

Enid Sinclair. 

The vibrant girl had brought her own desk chair up to meet Wednesday's. She was clinging on to the dark girl while she wrote, one arm around her pale neck, the other scrolling through some godforsaken form of social media. Every once in a while, she'd nuzzle the shorter girl's neck or give her a kiss on the cheek.

She was suffocating her with affection.

And Wednesday thought strangulation was the best way to suffocate. How vexing.

The writer felt the pressure on her side alleviate as Enid perked up. She was clearly preparing to ask her something.

"Hey, Wednesday?" 

No response. But a slight nod of affirmation made it clear she was listening.

"Did you think it was... ugly when I turned into a wolf?"

Wednesday kept writing. By now, she was more than used to her girlfriend's insecurities. Comforting her had become nearly a daily responsibility. One that she relished, although she would never admit it. She responded simply.

"Elaborate."

"I mean, like, I saw something that said wolves have a hard time dating a non-wolf because they find their shifting.. unattractive."

"How so?"

Enid was fidgeting now, picking at her colorful fingernails. "I don't know, I guess they think it's... gross? Violent?"

Dark lips pursed as Wednesday pondered how to convey her feelings in a way Enid would understand. "On the contrary, violence can be quite beautiful. Especially when defending someone you love."

The blonde girl's heart stopped for a second. Her face flushed a bright shade of pink as she considered the implications of what was just said. She wasn't normally lost for words, but the beautiful enigma sitting next to her tended to have that effect on people. Usually when she cut their tongues out.

"Uh... I... I didn't... I don't think I've said the 'L word' yet. And you definitely haven't!"

Silence. Even the clacking of the typewriter had ceased.

Contrary to popular belief, the Addams rarely remained quiet in conversation. She loathed idle chatter, of course. What's the point of speaking if your words have no meaning behind them? But she always said exactly what was on her mind. Now she just stared, thoroughly distracted from the task she'd been so focused on just moments ago. She gazed into each of her roommate's blue eyes. Her vision lowered as her eyes trailed down to those colorful highlights, that sickeningly bright pink jacket, and then... back up to her lips. Finally, an answer.

"Am I to understand that you don't?"

Wrong. So wrong, in fact, that Enid panicked at the very idea of Wednesday thinking that was the case.

"Don't... love you?! What?! No... It's just... I just wanted to...."

Another silence, this one much heavier and more uncomfortable than the last.

"Wednesday, do you love me?"

Enid watched as whatever uncertainties her dark-haired roommate had seemed to fade away. The typing resumed.

"An unnecessary question. My feelings are clear."

Blue eyes conveyed dissatisfaction. Not that Wednesday noticed, she was already back to being engrossed in her work.

How typical. A dodged question, a blunt half-answer instead of genuine feelings. Enid would have been angry if she was capable of feeling such an emotion towards her favorite psychopath.

She got up and spun Wednesday around to face her, planting an arm on each side of her to prevent any escape.

"Not fair! I want to hear you say it!" Enid whined, like a puppy begging for dinner scraps.

"I have never said those words in my life, and I don't intend to."

Enid pressed further. "Never? Not even to your parents?"

A blank stare.

"Right... stupid question. Why not?"

"I find it barbaric to vomit your feelings in a mess of sickeningly sweet words."

"Barbaric? Shouldn't you love that kind of thing?" Enid retorted.

"I detest sloppiness. Methodical sadism is much more satisfying."

The two returned to silence as Enid wallowed in defeat. She knew full well how stubborn Wednesday could be when she made up her mind. The more someone would try to convince her, the further she would get from being convinced. Would she really never get to hear her girlfriend say those precious words?

She thought about what Wednesday said, trying to find some obscure lenience through which to plead her case. And then…

Methodical… sadism?

Enid perked up once again. She'd just had an idea. A wretched idea. She was going to make Wednesday say those three little words, and she was sure (or at least she hoped) that the Addams was going to hate how she did it. However, if the psychic somehow obtained the ability to read minds in that moment, even she would‘ve been unable to suppress a proud smile at the newfound cunning her paramour had just thought to exhibit. 

"Fine, whatever. Arguing with you never gets me anywhere, anyway. I'm gonna go see a movie with Yoko. I'll be back in a bit." As she said this, Enid leaned in, closer and closer. Wednesday made no attempt to stop her. She was thoroughly accustomed to Enid's goodbye kisses. 

She let her eyes fall closed and tilted her head upwards. Out of reflex, mind you. Desiring affection to the point of actually inviting it? Out of the question. She just wanted it over with quickly. 

Enid was already being maddeningly slow as she inched ever closer to her face. As Wednesday's senses were assaulted by the scent of rose shampoo and a hint of perfume, Enid was picking up the smell of ink and lavender. Each of them could feel their breaths cascading upon the other, and the air between them crackled with energy. Closer and closer... and closer again. An eternity of space, both infinitely near and infinitely far. Wednesday could almost feel phantom lips meeting hers...

But the real ones never came.

Instead, dark eyes opened to see Enid holding a small glass bottle.

"I knew I left my nail polish on your desk!"

Frustration. Wednesday stared at the loathsome thing. It was lucky she wasn't telekinetic, otherwise it would have been shattered on the floor.

"Alright. See ya, Wednesday!"

No response. Enid felt eyes on her as she strode purposefully out of their dorm. She tried to disguise her sly smile, but couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from lifting slightly. 

How's that for methodical sadism?

It's a good thing that the Addams fancied herself a young Sherlock Holmes, because the game was, indeed, afoot. 

And this was a game that even the dark prodigy herself couldn't win.

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Being alone never bothered Wednesday Addams.

Being alone never should have bothered Wednesday Addams.

She was perfectly fine being unbothered by the outside world. If the whole world suddenly decided to stop talking to her, touching her, or even acknowledging her, she wouldn't even bat an eyelash.

Still, she felt uneasy. 

She tried to push it down.

What did she care if Enid didn't smother her with affection for once? What did it matter if her garish roommate decided not to cling to her? Why should just this one time bother her so much?

She didn't care. It didn't matter. It didn't bother her.

But still, she stared at the door Enid left through. She stared at the blinding rainbow of a room across from her. It felt more quiet than ever.

A mix of emotions. Disappointment, frustration, emptiness...

She couldn't deny there was something missing. 

 But it didn't matter what that something was. It was obvious what that something was. But that didn't matter either.

Wednesday wasn't like most people. She didn't succumb to irrational feelings. And she'd never, not even once, stoop so low as to allow the presence of... loneliness.

She went back to work.

At least, she tried to.

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5 days, 3 hours, 20 minutes, and 57 seconds.

Wednesday should have gotten a considerable amount of writing done in this time. She was usually exceptionally productive. Sometimes lethally so. 

In this particular stretch, however, she couldn't articulate even a single word. 

The irony concerning said period of time wasn't lost on her, as much as she wanted it to be.

It was the exact amount of time since Enid had last touched her. 

It had already been 5 days since their... argument? And the blonde wolf had been strangely reserved all the while. She gave Wednesday more space than she had since their first hug in the forest. All the space she could ever need.

Finally, she was left to her own devices. No more excessive neck-hugs that nearly tackled her to the ground. No more flurries of kisses whenever she let her guard down. No more waking up in the morning with a surprise visitor latched on to her. She was free to enjoy her own personal space...

Needless to say, she was going positively insane.

The most curious thing about it all was that Enid didn't seem angry, nor was she distant. She was the same bubbly airhead she'd always been. In fact, she even seemed... a touch more playful.

She would frequently approach the dark-haired girl to show her the latest internet trend or ask her another empty hypothetical. And every time she did so, she seemed to flirt with the idea of touching her. She'd purposefully lean in close, close enough for Wednesday to faintly smell that familiar scent of roses and perfume, to sense the warmth emanating off of her roommate, to feel light breaths on her neck.

Sometimes she'd even whisper in Wednesday's ear and softly giggle as she pulled away..

.

But not once would she touch her.

The girl who was so accustomed to all forms of torture had just been introduced to an entirely fresh hell.

5 days, 3 hours, 25 minutes, and 13 seconds in, Wednesday finally broke.  In her own way.

Enid looked up from her routine scrolling to see an unusual sight: her roommate facing her, looking exasperated, with her arms stretched wide open.

"Uh.... What's up..? You're not, like, scoping out ways to kill me in my sleep or something, are you?"

A frustrated sigh as the other girl got up and started to approach her colorful bed.

"Hey, I was just joking!"

The pale girl was right up next to her now. She would be looming over Enid if she wasn't so petite.

"I can tell that you're avoiding touching me. That, in itself, does not concern me. Nor does the reason behind it. But you're clearly miserable, and your fickle emotions are disrupting my focus. So get it over with. Do what you will."

Enid almost squealed. She'd gone 5 whole days without touching her girlfriend even once. She felt like banging her head against the wall. Now, there was finally some indication that it was working.

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about." She smiled playfully, "If you want to touch me, you only have to ask, Wednesday."

At this, there was a brief pause as Detective Addams came into play. Her brown eyes narrowed at the dubious statement.

"You're doing this for a reason, aren't you? What are you trying to accomplish, Enid?"

Here it was.  The trap had been set. Now was the perfect time to reveal the game to Wednesday.

"I'm not trying to do anything. I just think it isn't right to be all over someone who doesn't love me."

She took care to flash a coy smile to make sure she didn't seem angry or pushy. 

Realisation flooded through Wednesday as she resisted the urge to wipe that smile off of her girlfriend's face.

"I already told you I won't say those words. Now hurry up. I know you're desperate," She said.

"Trust me, I'm not desperate at all," Enid lied. "You sure it's not just you?" 

"Enid..."

"Wednesday..."

"I'm not saying it," The brunette asserted.

"I'm not touching you," The blonde replied.

"Fine."

"Fine."

The veil had been lifted. Enid had finally made it clear that this was not just a behavioural anomaly, this was a competition.

And Wednesday would wear a shroud before she ever wore a silver medal.

"I have to go to fencing practice. Thing's coming with me." She pointedly eyed the appendage, who was nonchalantly thumbing through a magazine on her desk.

He flipped the magazine closed dramatically, clearly annoyed. Nevertheless, he reluctantly scuttled out the door behind his young master.

And now it was Enid left in an empty room, staring at the door and the room opposite her.

She hoped that Wednesday was much more desperate than she let on. Even now, the urge to squeeze the girl and drown her in a million kisses overpowered her senses.

She hugged her pillow, trying not to scream out of frustration. She was so pent up, she could almost kill someone.

Wednesday might have been rubbing off on her.

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The only sound was the clicking of Thing's fingernails on the stone floor as he followed Wednesday, who briskly marched ahead. Twisting corridors and obscure staircases led her down into the most secluded spot she could find, a damp, unused dungeon that looked like it once served as an ancient version of the lycan cages.

Once she was entirely certain she was out of any possible person's earshot, she said something that surprised even Thing himself:

"I need your help."

The hand signed in surprise.

"Nevermind that. Enid knows I am averse to idle gossip, so she constantly talks to you about her friends' romantic exploits. I want you to tell me who would know how to get her to touch me."

Thing made the sign for 'desire,' teasing Wednesday.

"This is not out of any personal desire for physical affection. Make that implication again only if you want a new addition to your collection of stitches. Now give me names."

Thing made the sign for 'artist.'

"Not Xavier. Asking a favor of him can only lead to incessant questioning."

Thing made the sign for 'fish.'

"Bianca's had one relationship, and it fared about as well as the Hindenburg."

Another sign, 'bees.'

Anyone else might have laughed at that suggestion. Wednesday only stared.

"I won't dignify that with a response. Next."

'Fangs?' A last resort, but clearly a worthy one. 

Wednesday gave a thoughtful "Hm," and started pacing. 

"You're sure she would know?"

Thumbs up.

"Very well. Now hurry back to the dorm and distract Enid with whatever popular nonsense she may find interesting at the moment. She can't find out where I am."

She started back the way she came, expecting to once again hear the hand's fingernails scraping against the stone floors. Strangely, she heard nothing. She turned around to see her companion obstinately remaining in place, tapping his index finger on the ground. He was clearly waiting for something. Wednesday exhaled loudly.

"Please," She reluctantly implored.

Together, they started back upstairs, before they both went their separate ways. Thing headed back to the dorm, while Wednesday ventured... somewhere she'd never even considered going before.

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Yoko had never once thought that she'd have a one-on-one conversation with the Wednesday Addams.

Frankly, the girl kind of scared the shit out of her, which was saying a lot, considering Yoko was an immortal undead who feasted on the blood of living beings.

She was perfectly fine sharing a connection with her pale peer through their odd mutual 'friend,' — anyone with eyes could tell that the two roommates' relationship was much more than platonic, although they had never outright said it — but the thought of being alone with Wednesday Addams made the hairs on the back of Yoko's neck stand up. 

Wednesday, of course, did not care about Yoko's feelings.

Which is why the vampire's binge watching of Stranger Things was interrupted by a light knock on her door. She sighed and got up.

"Enid, I swear, if you're here to talk any more about how, 'Wednesday looked sooooooo cute today,' I will slam this door in your fa—"

She opened the door to see the princess of darkness herself staring straight into her soul, one eyebrow raised.

"You were saying?"

"Wednesday! Uh... What... brings you here today?"

The girl said nothing, silently walking past Yoko into her room.

"Oh, sure, just walk in without being invited! It's not like you're a vampire or anything..."

Yoko shut the door as Wednesday paced back and forth at the far edge of her room. Her eyes scanned the room as she walked. She stared distastefully at the anime and celebrity posters on the walls, looking especially disgusted by the admittedly on the nose Twilight picture. She glanced up at the haphazardly placed led strips strewn around the ceiling, squinting as if they were capable of blinding her if she stared too long. Wednesday considered how lucky she was that Yoko wasn't her roommate. At least Enid's room was bright for brightness' sake. This place was a shrine to all those shallow Internet trends she tried so hard to avoid. 

The vampire cautiously sat down on her bed, watching the small intruder all the while.

Yoko could tell that her surprise visitor was working up the courage to ask her something. 

Well, maybe not courage, per se. After all, she wasn't even sure the Addams had ever felt fear before. But it was clear she needed something, and Yoko gave her time to formulate her thoughts.

Not that she had much of a choice. She couldn't rule out the possibility that Wednesday had a wooden stake up her sleeve.  Yoko imagined the pig-tailed menace would be happy to use it if a certain undead teenager refused to give her the help she desired.

Finally, she spoke:

"You and Enid are very close, are you not?"

If Yoko had a beating heart, it would have stopped.  Was Wednesday jealous? There was no way, right?

Wednesday continued. "You and her talk often. I understand that there is conversation about your... romantic ventures?"

Yoko only nodded, utterly confused.

"You talk about your romances, and she talks about... her own."

Another nod. There was no point in denying that Enid constantly talked about Wednesday. She obviously already knew as much, as did everyone else who knew Enid.

"Does she ever talk about...  acts of physical affection? More specifically, what entices her into performing those acts?"

Yoko blinked. "Let me get this straight, you want Enid to touch you, so you're asking me what makes her feel the urge to touch people she likes?"

Wednesday's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't want her to touch me. Say that again and I'll fashion your fangs into earrings. Enduring her need for physical intimacy is a necessary evil. Otherwise, I will be unable to continue my writing."

Yoko was just going to have to accept being confused.

"Uh, okay? Well, sometimes she talks about how cute she thinks you look, how she just can't resist hugging or kissing you or whatever. So, I guess, like, wearing your hair down or putting on some makeup or something? Maybe some cute clothes? I can't believe I'm having this conversation."

Wednesday pursed her lips, clearly uneasy about something.

"Was that, uh, all you needed?" 

Dark eyes looked at her cautiously, as if Wednesday was unsure whether to tell her the next part. Eventually, she decided to, albeit against her better judgement.

"I... don't particularly have an idea of what specifically she would be interested in. You, however, have an intimate understanding of popular fashion. As such, ..."

She paused. This was getting increasingly difficult, and she began to wonder if her message was starting to become incoherent.

Wednesday discovered that her meaning was quite clear as Yoko's eyes widened.

"There's no way. You aren't actually asking me to give you a makeover, are you?"

She received a classic Wednesday Addams empty stare

"Well..."

Yoko was kind of surprised by the sincerity of Wednesday's feelings. It was sweet how far out of her comfort zone she was willing to go for Enid, even though she stubbornly refused to admit that it was, indeed, for Enid. 

"I guess... if you really want me to. Sit over there."

And so it began.

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"Hold still, I'm almost finished."

Yoko was adding the final touches to Wednesday's look.

This whole thing was a lot more fun than she'd envisioned. Looking at her closely, Wednesday kind of had a doll-like appearance. Doing her hair and putting on her makeup was actually pretty satisfying. Yoko got so into it that that she even lent Wednesday some of her clothes to go with the look, although the girl was reluctant to wear them at first.

"Alright. All done."

The vampire admired her handiwork, and confirmed that she'd done a damn good job. It was no secret that despite being aloof and strange, Wednesday Addams was a beautiful girl. But Yoko had enhanced her features, creating a flagrant allure that the austere teen never would have gone for herself. 

She held up a mirror to Wednesday.

"What do you think?"

She actually looked impressed. She ran her hands through her now unbraided hair and felt her face.

"Suitable for an open casket funeral."

Wednesday got up and walked to the door, resting her hand on the doorknob before she paused and turned around.

"Thank you. You... are a good friend."

And then she was gone.

As Yoko was left alone, she considered the fact that she wasn't averse to the idea of being considered one of Wednesday's slowly-increasing number of friends.

At least now she could be sure that 'Yoko Tanaka' wasn't a name on the homicidal teen's hit list. 

Yet.

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Enid was freaking out.

Where the hell was Wednesday?

Did Enid push her away?

Was she too demanding earlier? Did she accidentally overstep Wednesday's fragile boundaries?

There was no way that fencing practice took this long. Well, she assumed. Enid rarely actually went to fencing practice despite being in the club. But still.

Thing had turned up just a little while ago, suspiciously missing his pig-tailed partner-in-crime. Even more suspiciously, every time Enid tried to ask about Wednesday, the appendage would change the subject. Instead, he rapidly brought up manicures, shopping, social media, anything that would take the wolf's mind off of her absent girlfriend.

But Wednesday Addams was the one topic Enid couldn't be distracted from.

"Thing! Please just tell me where she is or I swear to god I'm gonna totally go insane."

The hand held up his index finger.

"Wait? You're telling me to wait? I've been waiting! Is she really that pissed at me?"

Thing kept his finger raised insistently.

"Screw this. I don't care how mad she is, I wanna see her..."

Enid marched away, much to Thing's chagrin. She was about to step out when the door swung open in front of her...

And on the other side was the most beautiful girl Enid had ever laid eyes on.

Her roommate stood there, radiating a dark resplendence. Wednesday's usually tightly braided dark hair was now loosed into so many onyx waves. Black crystal skull earrings adorned her ears while a matching black pearl necklace hugged her neck. Replacing her usual uniform was a thick black-and-white striped wool sweater and a black skirt. Her lips... 

Holy shit, Enid thought. Her lips were covered with sparkling black lip gloss, dangerously making her look more kissable than usual. If that was even possible.

The femme fatale quietly stared at her dumbstruck roommate while closing the door behind her. A moment of silence passed before Enid could form a coherent sentence.

"W-where were you, Wednesday?! I was so worried, I thought I was gonna die! And what the hell are you wearing?"

Wednesday's expression remained apathetic.

"I felt like staying out a while longer. And I simply decided to change into these, although I don't see why it would be your business. Now, if you would excuse me-"

Enid wasn't satisfied. She pressed her hand against the wall behind Wednesday, blocking the shorter girl's path with her arm. 

"Don't just walk away! Come on, you have to use your words. Are you mad at me?"

The corners of Wednesday's black-clad lips turned ever-so-slightly upwards in a wicked smile. Enid noticed this, and realised that her girlfriend was decidedly not angry at her.  She realised just how close she'd allowed herself to get to Wednesday, almost inadvertently touching her. This was all part of her plan.

At this point, Enid almost didn't care. Wednesday was so close, and she looked so beautiful, and she smelled so good... 

Enid couldn't wait anymore. She desperately wanted to give in to her frustration and hold the girl close. 

"Why do you have to make this so damn difficult?" Enid whined as she wearily buried her face in Wednesday's shoulder.

With this, Wednesday... won? She should have felt triumphant, at least. She should have rejoiced, in her own monotonous way. She won, Enid was over her ridiculous phase and now she could return to work. What possibly could have been amiss?

Despite all this, she was still unsatisfied. She could feel Enid's head on her shoulder but it wasn't... enough. Her thick wool sweater made it impossible to feel her girlfriend's warmth. She had to speak up.

"Aren't you going to...?"

Enid pulled away and looked down and the girl. She started as she saw an unfamiliar emotion in Wednesday's eyes: desire. She wanted to be held, and kissed, and nuzzled. Enid could tell this wasn't over just yet, she still had one thing left to hold out.

"'Going to' what, Wednesday? Kiss you? Isn't that what 'lovers' do? Emphasis on the 'love.' How about this?"

Enid started kissing Wednesday, but not on the lips. She kissed her all over her sweater, where the wool was thickest. She kissed her arms, her collarbone, all the places where Wednesday would feel it the least. And it drove her crazy. So close to being released from this near-week long torture, and yet it was nothing compared to her real kisses. It paled in comparison to Enid's impossibly soft lips on hers, to her supple skin filling her with warmth. She wanted more. She needed more.

"Enid..." She whined, uncharacteristic desperation in her voice. She was at her breaking point. "Please, I did so much for you. I even went to Yoko for help. I want this... I admit it!" 

Enid almost felt satisfied. But it still wasn't enough. And Wednesday's mention of the other girl had made her more than a little jealous. "Cute..." She said, lowly, dangerously. "But I think you know that's not what I want to hear." 

Maybe it was out of jealousy, or frustration, or desire. Enid wasn't quite sure, but an irresistible impulse caused her to do something she'd never even imagined.

She bit Wednesday's neck. 

Just a little nibble, on the uppermost part of her sweater. But it was enough to make Wednesday jump and to make her black heart stop for a second. "Enid! Stop!" She pleaded, and Enid sprang back, awakened from her momentary lapse in judgement. Her face flushed a mortified white, an apology on her lips. She was ready to beg for forgiveness, to fall on her knees and profess her infinite regret for being so stupid. 

"Wednesday..."

The girl held up a hand. It was clear she wanted to say something, but she was panting, left breathless from the ordeal. In spite of herself, Enid admired how amazing she looked in this flustered state, with her messy hair and her red cheeks. Wednesday weakly tried to compose herself as she managed to mutter out some words. And what wonderful words they were:

"You... are utterly sadistic... "

She sighed heavily, finally conceding defeat.

"... I love you."

Enid didn't respond. Instead she slammed her lips into Wednesday's. Every cell in Wednesday's body sighed in relief as her sentence was finally over. Warmth permeated her body as fireworks flashed in front of her eyes. Her brain exploded with colourful electricity. If she had any consciousness left, she might've thought she was having a stroke. Either way, she wouldn't care. This would be a magnificent way to die.

Regrettably, Enid eventually pulled back.

"I love you too. See, was that so h- mmmf!"

And Wednesday was on her once more. She voraciously planted sloppy kisses upon her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, even her neck. Five days of deprivation had worn the Addams' usually iron-clad inhibitions into oblivion.

In between kisses, the now mindless lovebird that was once a stoic intellectual whispered in her lover's ear:

"I love you. I love you. I love you. Mi querida. Mon amour. Cara mia. I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you."

She spoke quickly, fervently, racked with the irrational desire to barbarically pour out her feelings for the other girl.

Enid laughed and wrapped her arms around Wednesday's waist. 

She'd just created a monster. And she couldn't be happier.