Wow I Have Never Seen It This Way

wow i have never seen it this way

Me writing

My requests are open! 🖤 A rewrite of a previous fic on my ao3. Enjoy!

Wednesday was appalled by herself. To have such terrible taste.

...She couldn't pull her eyes away from a stupid, tacky lava lamp. The colors (stupid neon green, such a terrible color) swirled in an amazingly satisfying way, bending and twisting in ways that Wednesday couldn't pull her eyes away from. Usually, certain lights would cause her pain. But she found that this light (a very stupid outdated one for that matter) was calming for her. Muscles that she didn't know we're tense relaxed at watching it. Until she was pulled out of her thoughts

"Wednesday?" Enid hummed.

"Are you looking at the lava lamp?" Her tone was not accusatory, but Wednesday felt that way anyway. She swiftly turned her back to Enid, feeling her eyes wide. "No." She said, beginning to walk away from it. She heard Enid running to catch up, and she slowed down to let her. Enid caught up and giggled, shifting her bag to her right shoulder. With no reason at all, Wednesday moved her bag and held it with her left hand. Just because, of course. There wasn't a real reason to. Enid's hand brushed against Wednesdays. It had taken Wednesday time, but she didn't even flinch at the touch. She had always pulled away from affectionate, ”social” touch. She found it uncomfortable and useless. But Wednesday got used to Enid. Slowly, she began to actually touch Enid. Only little things. A guide by the shoulders. A playful kick in the shin. A tug on newly dyed hair. Wednesday was sure that Enid was the only person who was allowed to touch her back. Her touches were... Gentler, to put it out there honestly. Softer. If Wednesday was being honest, those were the touches she was afraid of the most. She had never really been one for it. Her Mother had even mentioned that as a baby, she would prefer to not be held at all, not even by her mother's careful, pale hands.

Wednesday could recall several times she had been bothered by soft touches. The tags on the back of her clothes. The wisp of fingers on her arm. Someone touching her hair. Each one left a burning, hives like feeling on her. She immediately would feel the urge to jump, and scratch at the offended area. How people could be OK with, or even enjoy those touches always confused Wednesday. Often times, she would wake up to red marks on her in the mornings. She had a habit of scratching herself even in her sleep, even now.

But with Enid, it was different. Enid understood when Wednesday didn't want to do something. Not only hugging or touch, she noticed many things she didn't want to do. Once, Wednesday remembered, she had been invited to a party by Yoko. She instantly froze up, feeling her throat go tight and dry, her mind spinning at the prospect. Kids her own age, huddled in a tight space, probably with alcohol, probably with music. The thought was horrific. She could feel it now. But Enid saved her. She quickly coughed extremely loudly, and said in a tone that deserved a Grammy, probably -- "Sorry, but um. We can't. I'm real sick, and we don't want to get you sick too." Yoko looked to Wednesday to confirm it. Wednesday felt a chill go down her back at having to look at her sunglasses, without any kind of cue in her eyes to see how she might be feeling. But she managed to let out a tiny cough. And that was enough. She had made sure to thoroughly thank Enid for that. And Enid only smiled. She didn't expect anything.

That didn't prevent a jelly donut appearing by her bed, though. Wednesdays way of saying thank you.

It was so much better to communicate with actions rather than words. So, Wednesday said something with her hands. She reached out, and grasped Enid's hand. Enid stopped dead in her tracks, looking down to look at Wednesday. Wednesday didn't feel the pressure of keeping eye contact with her, but she did. Only because her eyes were so beautiful. "We're about to cross" she said, turning to hit the crosswalk button. She gazed forward, acting uncaring in her typical fashion. But in the corner of her eye, Enid grinned. She held her hand firmly. Wednesday bit her cheek, but the corner of her mouth tilted upwards anyway, ready to continue the day.

Wednesday awoke as she usually did, her eyes opening with no sign of her actually being alive, and sat up. As she shifted, she realized she had refrained from scratching herself in her sleep. But then she jumped at a new, fluorescent sight. A lava lamp on her desk. To be exact, the one she had caught herself looking at the other day. Wednesday's lips twitched briefly, her joy unmatched by anything. She had to return the favor. She quickly began to get ready, throwing on her weekend clothes to go out into town. "Wenny?"

"Where are you going?" Enid murmured, beginning to shift in her bed, tiredly lifting her head from her pillow. "The bakery." Wednesday said. She swallowed. But barely hesitated. Why would she, with Enid? "Would you like to join me?" She asked, fingering the strap of her leather bag. Such a nice, smooth leather. It was a pleasing texture. Enid nodded with a hum, getting up with a stretch that cracked her back. "I'll give you 5 minutes" Wednesday said kindly. "15?" Mumbled Enid, who sat on her vanity, looking sleepily at her makeup.

Wednesday compromised with 10. In 9 minutes and 38 seconds later, Enid was ready. Wednesday appreciated the punctuality. Right before they left, Wednesday reached out. Enid looked shocked, but quickly grasped her hand with her bigger one. They walked out. "What are we getting?" Enid asked. We. Together. It made Wednesday flutter her free fingers happily. She felt no need to hold back her happy stimming with Enid, even in public, a habit that had been forced out of her. " jelly donuts" Wednesday saw Enid smile out of the corner of her eye. "I knew that was you" she giggled. Wednesday glanced at Enid briefly, but had no words. She was. Happy.

"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 :)) )

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

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

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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.

Wednesday Addams head cannons

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