everybody knew that wednesday addams wasn’t one for physical touch. you earned your first hug a year after being friends with her. however, the boundaries were understandable..

when you guys began dating, she tried. really did. tried to be more affectionate. turns out her hands naturally drift to the knife in her pocket instead of into yours.

it’s not like she’s completely starving you of touch, no. you get kisses often, lots more hugs than you used to, a hand placed on you somewhere.. usually your wrist. holding your waist felt unnatural.

this was solely because of herself. her family hadn’t been very touchy with her, she didn’t have a healthy relationship until you.. the only friend she’s hugged is enid and that was only because she saved Wednesdays life. she wasn’t against it. it just seemed like an inconvenience. slowing her down.

which is why you never pressured her. yes, you’d initiate touch, often. wednesday is blunt enough to pull away if she wants to. but you’d never ever pressure her.. which is why wednesday isn’t too familiar with the emotional aspect of your life.

when somebody’s crying, the natural response is to comfort them. a hug; or a pat on the back. wednesday? she comes up with a worse situation, compares it, and tells people to stop crying. not you, but, people.

so, if you’re upset, or crying, she doesn’t know about it. you hide it. and you’re good at it! atleast, you thought..

after an argument with your parents, you rushed back to your shared dorm with wednesday in nevermore to sob about it. tears ran down your cheeks as you spoke angrily — to nobody — and apparently, you were so distracted, you didn’t hear the footsteps. or the door open.

“{{user}}?” oh, shit. wednesday. she hasn’t seen you cry properly for months. you got so good at hiding it. her footsteps were quicker than usual as she sat next to you on your bed, just far enough so your legs didn’t touch.

“you’re.. crying.” she stated bluntly. wow. this is the first time you’ve seen wednesday addams actually speechless. no smart solution, no witty remark. she sort of just stared. and so did you; tear filled eyes sadly looking at her as you tried to stop weeping, a choked sob escaping you every couple seconds.

wednesday’s eyebrows furrowed, and she broke eye contact, looking down, before her arm snaked around your waist and she tipped your chin towards her with her free hand. “tell me what’s going on,” she offered, though it seemed more like a demand. you knew she probably could kill anybody who hurt you, though she wouldn’t. her tone was genuine as she wiped your tears from your cheek.