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Since y'all mad scientists like the other mad science userbox so much.

Here’s something else I made, Reblog if you are anti maps

the spark in her eyes

Enid didn't like Wednesday at first. She was blunt, stubborn, single minded, and had a personal thing against Taylor Swift. But for some reason, Enid got used to her. She got used to the little things Wednesday did, the small parts of her routine. Enid didn't like change at all, so when she came back to the dorm for classes to see that Wednesday wasn't there, she began to grow worried. It's fine, she told herself. Wednesdays probably just out looking for that 'monster' in the woods....But it has been storming for hours, the exact reason why Enid had called off on painting her team canoe. But it wouldn't be entirely unlike Wednesday to go hunt for monsters in the rain. Enid told herself she didn't care. But she did however, miss the rhythm of a typewriter that night. When Wednesday came home, she barely even looked up.

Enid had woken up countless times to the cello. What made this time different, she didn't know. But she didn't groan and cover her ears with her pillow like she usually wood. It could've been the fact that it was a full moon. But instead of the usual earplugs that came with Wednesdays late night sopranos, instead she climbed out from her bed and went to see. Wednesdays fingers moved with a fast clockwork that Enid never had and never would have. Wednesday didn't even acknowledge her presence as she climbed out the spinning window. All she did was keep playing, her eyes reading the music notes inexplicably fast as her bow followed. It was actually quite lovely, what she was playing. And for some reason, Enid's eyes went from the cello bow to Wednesdays face. She trailed the curve of her cheeks with her eyes. What she had assumed was a gaunt feature to her physique was really just a sharp jaw. She counted her freckles. But what enamored her was her eyes. Large and dark, Enid saw something in them she never saw before. A spark. She could tell that in Wednesday, she loved to play the cello. The thought shocked her. She thought Wednesday played it only to show off, not out of devotion. But just by looking at her, you could tell, she was in love. Enid loudly went back to bed. She never wanted to think of the word love and Wednesday Addams together, ever again.

...Enid had found herself looking for the spark in Wednesday's eyes. She had began sprouting a friendship with her, and what better opportunity? When in Rome. Not like she'd ever admit she was always searching Wednesdays eyes for some abstract concept of a "spark".

...

But if she would ever admit ot, she'd make note that the spark appeared more often than she expected. Usually, Wednesdays eyes were drowning in either boredom or malice, the two emotions Enid easily saw on the surface. But beneath, it was there more often than not. It appeared in her eyes when she wrote. When she played the cello. It appeared when she made a witty quip to Bianca. It came when Enid gave her positive feedback about her story. And it was beautiful. In a weird, goth kinda way. Not just a beautiful situation. It was like how a beetle would be beautiful. Only beautiful because it was weird.

The spark was there much more often, in the worst way. Enid had hoped, a little bit. For some reason she had hoped for a stupid, delusional dream. That maybe one day Wednesday would look at her with a spark. Maybe she did, even. Maybe she could look at her and find the love of a good friend. But that wasn't what Enid wanted...

Enid wanted the love of something more. And someone else got that look. Xavier. How could Enid have been so blind? They were so good together. Resident sad loner artist with the resident genius goth musician. It hurt how well they seemed to be for each other. Enid hadn't even meant to stumble upon them. She just did. It was well after club time, but Enid found herself wondering. And she wondered right into them. They didn't notice her, of course. Why would they notice her? They were too busy looking at each other. Enid zoned in on Wednesdays eyes like she often found herself doing. The spark. Just as bright as when she played the cello, but different. Not the love she had for the cello, or her writing, or from winning an argument. A different love. Enid knew what love it was. How could Enid possibly get in the way of that? She couldn't of course. And what sealed the deal of how she would never do anything was the way Wednesday smiled. Her smile was perfect. Gentle, with one corner pushed up more than the other. Perfect. Enid quietly turned the corner, and disappeared. It felt like the interaction lasted for hours, though it couldn't have even been a minute. Wednesday and Xavier hadn't even talked to each other, they just looked. Maybe they were talking right now. Maybe hugging. Maybe kissing. That stopped Enid right in her tracks. She wanted that.

She wanted to see the spark in Wednesdays eyes when she looked at Xavier, to be directed at her. She wanted to hug Wednesday. She wanted to kiss Wednesday. She especially wanted to kiss Wednesday. But it was a dream. someone as delusional as herself would have. It would never happen, and how could she even expect it to? Enid didn't want to take away the spark in Wednesdays eyes, not even the one she wanted the most. She could only dream.

"what do you need?" "You"

"Enid...”

…….

“Enid.”

…….

“Enid!"

Enid awoke quickly, jumping into a frazzled sitting position, her heart jump starting “I'm up!” She shouted, eyes hurriedly adjusting to the darkness. Wednesday was the reason she was awake, crouching on Enid's knees, which was actually quite painful. “And so is your clock” Wednesday hissed, her eye bags looking much darker. Enid mumbled, confused, and still half asleep, and reached to her nightstand to turn her new soft lamp on, one she had switched out from her previous harsh light. “what- what is it, Wednesday? What do you need?” Enid whispered, wary of their neighbors who were most definitely asleep. “What do you mean, so is your clock?” Wednesday grimaced, unblinking. “Your clock is extremely loud” Wednesday said, pointing a manicured hand to the pink clock on Enid's wall. “Oh,” Enid realized, shifting to get up. Wednesday slid off her quietly, following Enid to the clock. Enid took it off the wall, pressing it to her ear. Sure enough— a barely noticeable ticking noise could be heard. Enid quickly switched it off. She knew how Wednesday was with those certain things, and she didn't mind adjusting accordingly. “Better?” She asked, somehow smiling despite her exhaustion at the look on Wednesdays face. Wednesday leaned forward, listening carefully. She smiled gently and nodded, deeming it acceptable. “Ok,” Enid sighed happily, throwing herself on her bed and kind of wiggling beneath the covers before giving it up. Wednesday pulled up her covers for her in a resolved manner, to which Enid hummed her thanks, already going back to her nonsensical dreams.

“Enid….Enid…..Eniiid, wake up”

Enid groaned, hand fumbling out of her blanket. She waved around until she felt her lampshade, and then somehow managed to turn the light back on. “Oh,” she groaned, squinting blearily at the light from her extremely see through sheet. At a glance, she recognized the time was Midnight, right on the dot. “What— what do you need Wednesday?” Enid whispered, yawning. “My blankets are scratchy” Wednesday whispered back. Enid threw her head into her face, groaning. She just wanted to sleep. She shifted, managing to pull up her barely cooperating body up, and looked through her many blankets. “This?” She asked, bringing up a fuzzy cotton blanket up to Wednesday. Wednesday hesitantly pressed her fingers to it, then pulled her hand away and shook her head. Enid dug through the mess of her bed, and came up with a glittery green blanket. Enid looked up to Wednesday, but by the pure horror on her face, she quickly threw it aside and kept digging. She then brought up a cushy white blanket, to which Wednesday tested. She swiped her hand across the texture, making a perplexed face. “Maybe..” she said, poking around it. But then she felt the tag, and shook her head. “Too scratchy” she declared. Enid felt the tag. It felt fine. “yeah, you're right. Too scratchy.” she said. tossing it to the growing pile of discarded blankets. “How about this?” Enid asked, pulling up the only other blanket on her. It was pink and faux fur, like her favorite coat. Wednesday silently felt it, then inspected for a tag. None. Then she put her face up against it, then tested it's weight on her body. Finally, happily, she nodded. “It will suffice. Thank you.” Enid blew out a breath that was stuck in her drowsy chest, slapping her light in an attempt to turn it off. Wednesday turned it off for her. Enid didn't even try to get under her blankets, but a soft hand pulled them up for her when she was already knocked out.

“Wake up.”

Enid jumped, rolling halfway out of her bed. A hand quickly grasped hers, pulling her back onto her mattress in a tangle of her remaining sheets. “Apologies.” Wednesday whispered, in an extremely close proximity. “Wednesday,” Enid started, wiggling on her side to meet Wednesdays dark eyes in the now rising sun. “What do you need?” She muttered, feeling her own eye bags begin to form on her face. She should just give up on sleeping now. No point anyway.. but she was still so tired, she really wanted to sleep... But she knew she wouldn't be able to if she didn't try to help Wednesday. “I am cold.” Enid glanced to the windows, but saw that they were all locked and shut. “The windows are shut,” Enid whispered. “Do you want one of my sweaters?” She inquired quietly. “No.” Wednesday responded, turning her head to flip herself upright in Enid's eyes. “Well.. what do you need?” Enid asked in a low tone, still attempting to be quiet for their sleeping neighbors.

Wednesday blinked.

“You”

“WHAT?” Wednesday quickly hushed Enid, bringing a finger to her mouth. “I, I mean…. What?” “I am lonely.” Wednesday said. “I want to… sleep. In. I want. Ehm.” Enid could feel herself blush, and waited as patiently as she could with her palpitating heart. “Next to you, that is. Your bed is bigger than mine.” Said Wednesday. Enid blinked. Wednesday blinked back. “Oh.” Enid breathed out. “I… Are you sure?” Wednesday nodded. Enid sat up, scooting her back against her headboard to prop herself up. Wednesday stood. “I mean, you don't… You're not afraid of me?” Wednesday shook her head. “I find your claws fascinating” Enid held back a squeak at the confession, but shook her head once more, gripping her sheets tighter. “I mean, you know I'm…” “a girl.” Wednesday finished for her. “Yeah-” Enid felt herself start to get ready, her vision blurring. Enid's claws came out, tearing her sheets. She lifted her hands, flapping them immensely as she continued. “Yeah, but—” Enid tensed at two hands around her own, gripping her fingers so tight she went numb in seconds. “But nothing. You are a girl. Do you think I think of you as a boy?” Enid shook her head, tears dripping down her cheeks extremely fast. “i think of you as my best friend. My best girl friend.” Enid nearly choked at Wednesday putting the words you and girlfriend together. “You think of me that way too, correct?” Enid nodded her head extremely fast in assent. “And girls have plenty of sleepovers in the same bed. So why would I be scared of sleeping in the same bed with you?” “I don't-” Enid couldn't finish, bringing her hands that were still locked in Wednesdays grip to her own face, sniffling. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I don't want to do it.” Enid shook her head, bringing both of their hands down to hover in mid air. “No! I didn't say that, I mean- I just wanted to make sure ***you*** were comfortable.” “I suggested it, didn't I?” Enid stayed quiet, listening to her heart. She could her it throughout her body. Especially in her hands. “Oh.” Said Enid. “You did.” and the she nodded her assent.

Wednesday nudged Enid aside with her foot, scooting next to her and laying down as if she had always slept next Enid. The thought made Enid's heart beat a bit faster. Wednesday finally let go of one of her hands, loosening her grip tremendously on Enid's other hand. Enid settled down, pulling the sheet over both of them as Wednesday turned off her lamp. Enid turned her back to the now fully lit window, now facing Wednesday on her side. Wednesday blinked. “What time is it?” Enid said, lowering her voice back down to quiet. “6:55” “oh my god,” Enid whispered, dropping her head into one of her pillows. “Class starts in 25 minutes” Enid moaned, feeling as though she was dying at the mere thought. “It's a good thing we're not going to class today.” Enid opened her eyes again, just barely even though she was shocked. Wednesday never missed a class. “What?” She hissed. “You look very Ill. And I have to take care of you today, since you have a bad stomach ache.” Enid blinked. “I do?” She then yelped at a harsh poke to her belly. “You do now” Wednesday concluded, pulling the comforter on top of Enid's bed over them both. “Okay,” Enid finally agreed, immediately falling asleep to the feeling of her hand against Wednesdays and the sound of both of their breathing.