Dont Make It Weird

Dont make it weird

A slightly more edited version of a fanfiction I can made awhile back! You can find the original post on my ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/users/moonshiiinee :) my requests are open, and I'll be currently reposting some slightly edited versions of my previous AO3 fanfics and other things! I hope you enjoy 🖤

Wednesday hated color. It really did feel as though she was allergic to it. Whenever such bright excessive color wandered upon her eyes, she could feel an immediate headache come up on herself. Now, it wasn't as though color itself was a problem. The problem was how bright and ornate such people decorated with colors. People like her roommate. Just a whole mess she was, really. Her appearance was one thing - neon highlighter nails, mismatched dyed hair, migraine inducing stupid clothes - but her bed. That was a whole other matter. The bedsheets were always some annoying bright color, her stuffed animals in ginormous heaps of eye watering fabrics, and the thing she hated most. The fabrics, sashes and curtains flung across the ceiling. Lemon yellow, bubble gum pink, blood red, sky blue. There was absolutely no rhyme or reason, and even looking at Enid's side of the room gave Wednesday pain in her eyes. What Wednesday never realized was how obvious her discomfort was. And one day, when Wednesday came to her dorm a bit later than usual from Beekeeping club, she was surprised to see a new sight.

A black sheer curtain on Enid's side of the room.

It dulled the color, and made it so much more bearable than it previously had been. In a weird sense, it reminded Wednesday slightly of her mother's room. Her very own Mother had sheer black curtains around her windows and bed. Wednesday nonchalantly turned to Enid as best as she could, trying to act casual and managed to meet her eyes, something she usually struggled with. She found maintaining the eye contact much easier through the curtain. "What's with the curtain?" Wednesday asked. Enid blinked. "Well." Enid's gaze turned to look at her computer, and she began typing furiously. Wednesday could tell she was just smashing gibberish. "The color was bothering you" Enid mumbled, not bothering to look at Wednesday. Wednesday thought about it, and then immediately turned on her heel and walked out. The favor would be returned.

Wednesday didn't have much money. Unfortunately, she had been cut off by her family in order to learn about the struggles of capitalism. It was effective. But she had just enough money. Just enough to get something for Enid. She would have to forego her Sunday evening Quad, but oh well. She would bare her Sunday of writing with pure resilience of a writer such as Machiavelli. But the thing was, Wednesday was having a hard time deciding what to get Enid. It was a hard decision, as she was stuck between two things. One item was a horridly disgusting "squishmallow", a plush style of toy she had seen scattered throughout Enid's room in multiple styles. And the other item being a pack of fluorescent glow in the dark nail polish. Finally, Wednesday relented to herself and got the nail polish, as it seemed to be a more useful gift for Enid, who never went a day without colorful cuticles. As she was paying for it, she felt the irrational thought poke the back of her brain that Enid wouldn't like her gift. Of course- that thought was ridiculous. Enid would be happy if Wednesday gave her a toothbrush. Somehow, the thought stirred a mixture of feelings in Wednesday's chest.

Back at her dorm, Wednesday felt a slight panic rise to her cheeks when she heard Enid enter the room. Her fingers had stilled on the type writer slowly, her gaze zoning in on her black nails. Hearing thing's quiet tapping of interest didn't help. Wednesday listened to Enid's footsteps, and then stiffened when she heard the rustling of Enid picking up the nail polish that Wednesday had settled on her bed. "Wednesday?" Wednesday nearly knocked down her crystal ball, and quickly set it back to the right place, glancing away from her reflection. "Y...Yes?" Wednesday muttered, feeling her eyes glance quickly around the room, even though her back was turned to Enid. "Did Yoko drop this off?" Enid asked. Wednesday rubbed her fingers over the smooth, comforting texture of her crystal ball. Did Enid really believe Yoko could have thought of such a thing for her? "No." She answered, tapping her nails, making a pleasant sound on the cool glass of her crystal ball. "I. I did" she managed to choke out, swallowing nervously. "You did?!" Squealed Wednesday. "Yes" said Wednesday, sounding all too sincere for her liking. "I saw the disgusting neons and I knew no poor soul but you would enjoy it, so I took it from the shelf so nobody else would have to see it" Wednesday breathlessly got out quickly, thankfully souring the good deed with the back handed insult.

Enid squealed once more, though Wednesday did not know what this squeal meant, as Enid's squeals ranged depending on the situation. This was a squeal she had never heard before. Enid rushed to her side of the room, and jumped on Wednesdays bed. She rolled onto her belly, and snapped her head up to grin at Wednesday. Wednesday quickly turned her head. "Thank you thank you thank you!!" She sung. Wednesday could feel a flush settle on her cheeks, and frowned deeper. "Don't make it weird" she hissed, already turning to look back at her typewriter keys and pretend to write to hide her blush, although she was ruining her novel with jibberish as a play to keep looking cool. "Oh, I will" giggled Enid. Wednesday's upper lip might have risen in pride at Enids smile from the corner of her eye but she quickly hid that too, and continued to work on the Love interest for her novel.

Flowers

Enid's favorite flowers were roses.

They were classic. Sweet, romantic, and simple. She never had gotten roses before, no matter how many times she had not so subtlety hinted to Ajax that she wanted some. So she had no idea why they were on her bed.

Tied together with a neat black ribbon, they leaned against the pillows of her bed (which was freshly made by the way, something she definitely didn't do). Enid picked the flowers up, but hissed and dropped them as the thornes in the stems poked her. One had only slightly pricked her, but just as a precaution she slid her sleeves over her hands and tossed them on her vanity as she took a tissue and dabbed at the minor cut on her fingertips.

“Wednesday? Do you know who dropped these flowers off?” Enid muttered, still tending to the cuts on her fingers.

“No.” Said Wednesday.

Enid let her gaze linger on the flowers, and even though she was still disappointed by Wednesdays answer, she felt her mouth slip into a smile from the kind gesture. Enid walked over to Wednesdays side of the room and jumped into her bed without permission, wrinkling Wednesday's black covers. Enid noticed the ways Wednesdays nose twitched in annoyance at it, but her eyes remained glued to her pages she was proof reading and editing in red marker. “It was kind of sweet someone got me flowers, don't you think?” Enid asked, feeling a bubble of warmth blossom in her chest.

“No. They're probably a homicidal maniac” Said Wednesday, in typical Wednesday fashion. Enid felt her face sink into a frown. “Well, I think it was” she muttered, hopping of Wednesdays bed and going to her side of the room, her mood soured from her roommate.

The next bouquet of flowers were bigger. They were just as red- if not redder, and the thorns were neatly snipped off of the stem. Her old bouquet was starting to wilt, and Wednesday seemingly found it the best time to steal them and snip off the rose buds, happily displaying the dying stems in a vase of her own. But Enid had more, so she didn't care. And with the flowers came a note. She flipped it open, revealing something much better than the spiral notebook paper that she had expected. It was a folded card that looked nearly perfectly symmetrical, with elegant red cursive on it.

I noticed the cuts on your fingers. It'll never happen again.

And signing the note, with a flourish we're the words… Secret Admirer .

Enid actually screamed out loud at the words, beginning to spin around joyously. Wednesday groaned quietly. “Enid, what are you doing?” She muttered, only just giving Enid the time of day by turning slightly away from her typewriter. “I have a secret admirer!” Enid exclaimed, throwing herself into a pile of her stuffed animals. She popped her head out of the pile and felt the smile on her face nearly split her cheeks with how big it was. "Oh my gosh, the person getting me flowers likes me!" She cried out, nuzzling her nose into her favorite squishamllow. "I mean, they signed a note with secret admirer!" She revealed, waiting for Wednesdays reaction.

Wednesday held eye contact for maybe a few seconds.

“Well, I'm glad” Wednesday mumbled, in a voice uncharacteristically soft for her. Then she turned right back to her typewriter and kept on writing as if there was nothing better in existence. Enid snuggled further into her pile, grinning at the bouquet on her bed and the note.

Enid frowned at her flowers, gently reaching her thumb out to touch a browning petal. Wednesday set down her book against her chest, turning to look at Enid from her bed. “What are you frowning about?” She said, in an almost annoyed tone. “my flowers are dying,” said Enid, trying to turn the case and see if any flower was still as red as they were when she first got them. They were all browning.

“They're just flowers,” Wednesday grumbled, her braids splaying across her single pillow as her head shifted. “I like them!” Enid snapped, feeling anger deep into the crevices of her stomach and feeding a hunger of emotions. “I think it's really nice.” Enid immediately felt guilty after she snapped, but she didn't say anything about it. It's not like it was her fault. “Isn't it strange that this person knows where you sleep?” Wednesday inquired. Enid blinked owlishly. “Do you know who it is?” She asked, turning to Wednesday. Wednesday immediately buried her nose in her book once more, even though it was upside down. “No.” She said, but Enid knew she was lying. “Well then, it must be one of my friends!” Enid declared, beginning to finger through her hair in curiosity, a nervous habit she never got rid of. Enid's brain began to piece all she knew together, and then it clicked. Enid ran over to the card on her desk, and opened it once more. “I'll just see who's handwriting matches who's!” Enid quickly turned her head at the sharp intake of breath Wednesday sounded. “What? Do you know who it is?” Enid piped, knowing Wednesday would deny it again. “I have no idea what fool would even consider sending flowers to someone they care for. The only person I know foolish enough to do it is my own Mother,” Wednesday mutters, abandoning her book to instead climb out colorful window of their room. Seemed like Enid struck a nerve.

“Enid!” Bianca chimed. Enid quickly turned to her and all but short of ran to her, the both of them quietly squeezing into one of the schools many dead end alleys. “Did you figure it out?” Enid said in a hushed tone, practically vibrating with how excited she was. “Yes,’’Bianca breathed out, silently handing over a piece of paper. Enid took her card out of her skirt pocket with only a slightly clumsy fumble before unfolding the lined paper she was given, comparing the two handwriting. Both were messy cursive, and Enid instantly knew it was the same person. They even dotted their I's with a skull, it was adorable! “Yes!” She hissed, excitedly. She would be moments away from confronting them with their declarations of love! “They're an exact match. Who is it?” She cooed, wiggling on the soles of her feet as she looked up at Bianca. Bianca swallowed, eyes flickering from the paper to Enid. “It's Wednesday.”

“Wednesday!”

Enid screamed, slamming open the door of her dorm room. Wednesday entered through the window, her face looking a bit softer than it usually was. She must've been practicing. Enid could smell the wind on her. “What?” She said, but Enid could barely let her finish. “It was you?!” She choked out, shoving the piece of paper Bianca had given her in Wednesdays hands. “.. If you're saying I wrote these notes, then yes, it was me.” Enid shook her head, not caring about the tears wetting her face and neck. She was probably imagining the way Wednesdays eyes followed them. “No!” She said in between her quickening breaths. “I didn't think so.” Wednesday hummed, folding her note paper quietly and setting it down on her desk. “Did you do it to make fun of me, or to see how long I'd fall for it?” Enid shrieked, with a voice eerily similar to her Mother's.

“Neither” whispered Wednesday, turning her back on Enid. Somehow, that hurt more than when Wednesday looked at her. Enid felt her chest rise and fall in a pace much too quick, mirroring her palpitating heart. “Why?” sobbed out Enid, hunching over in a desperate attempt to catch her breath. Her heart aches in the sense of betrayal, feeling her pulse only quicken under the response of Wednesday.

“I did it because I have feelings for you.”

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Wednesday couldn't sleep again. While many times when she could not sleep she would play her cello, she thought better than to do that. She awoke to a not so quiet shifting coming from Enid's side of the room, making her stir. She rose into a sitting position as she uncrossed her arms, rubbing her eyes. As they adjusted to the Darkness, Wednesday gasped at a new addition on her desk. Carefully, she approached it. She didn't want to set off another sudden motion detected bomb that Pugsley could have sent her. Oh, but it wasn't a bomb at all.

Roses. And in the moonlight, she could clearly see their color.

Black.

Wednesday turned in disbelief, knowing there was only one person who could have done it. She met Enid's eyes. Enid smiled in a feeble, wobbly manner, and Wednesday felt herself lift from her bent position over her desk as though she was light as air. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and when she spoke, there was a stark contrast to her usually monotonous voice. “I'm a fool for you as my Mother is to my Father” she admitted. And she only hesitated for a second before she ran into Enid's arms.

Whenever I see you, I want to throw up (Wenclair one shot)

another edited fic from my ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/users/moonshiiinee

Requests are open! 🖤

Wednesday hated Enid. She hated the way she smiled. The way she laughed. And especially she hated how colorful she was. Colorfully annoying (oh, she needed to write that down, she would use that later). Wednesday felt such a deep hate for her, that every time she even saw Enid, her belly felt a deep swoop, as if she was on a falling roller coaster. Except there was absolutely no thrill. She was dying to get rid of her hate, and at least turn it to bitter resentment. She just couldn't stand her reactions around Enid, and she needed to do something about it, for it was becoming embarrassing. Bianca had even pointed out that her face became red with anger around Enid, something she tried to fix with makeup (tried). Although Wednesday knew what the problem was, she had no idea what to do to fix it. She had considered bothering her uncle fester for help, but unfortunately he was busy in Puerto Rico, so she settled for the next best thing. Tyler.

Tyler was a teenage male, so Wednesday was relatively confident he would be able to help her. She obviously was not going to ask Thing, who would definitely blab to her parents about her rivalry. "Let's say I had feelings for someone" Wednesday started when he sat down her quad, cutting to the chase. "Oh-- Oh?" Tyler uttered. Wednesday made no effort to respond just yet, instead dipping her spoon into her drink and pulling it out, hovering her fingers close to the metal to gauge how hot it was. Too hot.

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"And let's say, these feelings are making it near impossible for me to focus on anything" continued Wednesday, completely disregarding the red face of Tyler and instead blowing on her quad delicately, stirring it to cool it down. The foam resembled a skull, which calmed Wednesdays nerves on the thought of her blonde roommate. "And. Theoretically. Let's assume that I need help with these feelings. What should I do?" Wednesday inquired, swishing around her coffee. Tyler leaned on her table, pressing his arm against Wednesdays. Wednesday pulled away and brushed it off like she was picking up her cup. "Well" said Tyler with a chuckle. "I would tell this person how I feel" Wednesday nodded. Finally. A clear, simple answer. Suddenly it all made sense. "Perfect. Thank you." Wednesday replied, getting up from her seat and walking straight out of the shop. She hadn't realized that Tyler had called after her, or that she had left her cup behind.

"Enid"

Enid looked up from her computer, and again, came the swooshing sound of her heart dropping into her stomach. Oh, she hated her.. Wednesday felt a knife drag down her throat, ticking her voice. She could barely even start, but once she managed to find her dead voice, she couldn't stop. "Enid, whenever I see your hideous fashion choices, I want to rip my eyeballs out because of how much stupid highlighter pinks you wear. Whenever I see you, I want to throw up." and it felt amazing to get it out. "Enid, whenever I see you, I feel a hate so deep and disgusting that it takes all I can to not bash my head into the nearest object" Wednesday took three long steps closer to Enid, stepping over the tape she had set. "Whenever I see you, my heart goes into my belly and I can barely speak. My head spins and my face feels like it's on fire, and I am disgusted at such an affect you have on me that I wish to cut you out of my life, which I somehow can't find it in myself to do." That sounded much too sentimental, but Wednesday could barely filter her words with how fast she was speaking, or even realize the slight shakiness coming into her voice. "Unfortunately, I have come to enjoy your senseless, confusing blog. And your stupid makeup. And even your disgusting colorful wardrobe!" and then it all clicked. And Wednesday realized. So she just said it. "Enid, I have feelings for you" Enid's jaw dropped, and Wednesday actually felt her cheeks heat up again at the little smile forming on Enids face. "Oh" she breathed out, feeling such a strange feeling bubble in her chest. A good feeling that she couldn't possibly explain. Enid hesitantly reached out, offering her hand. Wednesday hesitated as well. When Enid began to withdraw her hand, she quickly shot out and grabbed Enids wrist, interlacing their fingers in a particularly rough fashion. There were no words. But when Enids claws came out, Wednesday marveled. Enid giggled. And Wednesday knew everything would turn out fine.

Happy pride!

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"I miss you"

“How was Hannukah?” Asked Enid, pulling up some of her blankets to rest under her chin.

Wednesday tilted her head to remain upright even as Enid laid down. Even through Enids laptop screen, she knew Wednesdays hands were probably fiddling with something. Enid just knew from all the time “It was good. Except, Pugsley nearly lit himself on fire when we were lighting the mennorah.” Enid felt herself frown, a slight dip of concern poking her heart. “Oh, did he ruin it?” Wednesday pursed her lips, actually laying down so that she needn't tilt her head to speak to Enid, the two of them now laying in their beds as they talk. “Just about, it disappointed me when he didn't even burn his hair” Enid began to laugh at such a *Wednesday* thing to say. “What else happened?” Enid inquired, feeling her smile only grow looking at Wednesday through her Computer screen.

“We ate some Kugel, and Sufganiyot.” Wednesday gestured to a plate of doughnuts next to her bed, piled up high. “We're not permitted to fast on Hannukah, so my Mother—” Wednesday and Enid scoffed in unison, causing a giggle fit to overtake Enid, placing her painted fingers against her lips to quiet herself. It was, after all, past midnight. “My mother,” said Wednesday again with a hint of tilted lip, “has been stuffing me full of every single food we have. My Father as well” Wednesday moved her new phone, revealing on her dresser and desk multiple plates of food. Tamales, Challah, Latkes, Brisket, Tres Leches, so much food. Enid could barely hold back a very ungraceful snort at the sight. Wednesday turned the camera back to her face, cheek pressed against her pillow. “You should see Pugsley's room.” “I'll bet it's not nearly as black and dreary as your room is” Wednesday moved her head slightly to shake her head, braids falling across her chest carelessly. “Definitely not. His room is full of fish and octopus.” Enid didn't even want to know, though it definitely sounded on point for the Addams family. “I should come over sometime, it sounds fun” Enid mumbled, biting back a yawn. Wednesday crossed her arms across her chest as though she was a corpse. “I agree. I,” Wednesday swallowed. Enid suddenly felt a cold hand grip her heart, nervous tingles resting in her belly.

“I..."

".....I...have missed you, Enid.” Enid let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, a bubbling of a gentle laugh escaping her in relief. “I miss you too” Enid admitted, reaching out to press her fingers against the screen. The stiffer lines of Wednesdays face softened, and she reached out to join hands through the glass, pressing a hand to join Enid's. “Is that dark blue on your nails I see?” Enid hummed curiously with a teasing grin, moving her head just barely to see Wednesdays nails. “Yes.” She admitted, with maybe a tone that lingered bashfully. “For Hannukah.” Enid turned her hand to show off her own nails, a contrasting black from her usual neons. She had put tiny snowflake designs on her nails too for the winter solstice. “I've got my Winter solstice nails” exclaimed Enid in the most energetic voice she could. She was very tired from celebrating today, but she really wanted to talk to Wednesday. Wednesday lowered her own hand but kept it on the screen. Enid pressed her fingers once more against the screen, feeling her heart ache.

“I miss you so much” Enid admitted, pulling her blanket tighter around her. Well, Wednesdays blanket. Right before school let out, they had traded blankets. It was jarring to see Wednesdays wrapped in pink fluff. “I miss you as well” Wednesday said quietly. Enid felt her smile only tilt up at the curve of Wednesdays lips. And before she knew it, they were both asleep.

Enid awoke to a bright light shining against her head. She hissed, squeezing her eyes even tighter shut from the assault against her. But when she finally did open her eyes, she felt her cheeks blush. Wednesday was still on the call, asleep right next to her through the screen. And with further examination, Wednesday noticed that their hands still remained pressed against the screen in a virtual touch. And when Wednesday awoke to Enid's face on her screen with a sleepy grin, Enid knew she wouldn't mind waiting a bit longer to see Wednesday for real

(A/N): Hiii! Sorry I haven't posted for awhile, I've been sick for a while and my home life is shaky. Another rewrite of a fic close to my heart! Posting more soon :)) )