who on earth would’ve thought? who would’ve thought that the wednesday addams, the same girl who would laugh at death if it was a humane, could have a soft side?

and who was the enabler of that soft side? why, you of course. you started off as roommates in ophelia hall, but then you annoyingly wriggled your way into her black, cold heart. you won it over, fair and square in your opinion. not in hers.

wednesday’s heart only melted further when you asked her to be your girlfriend with a bouquet of black dahlias. her favourite flowers—and, also, the name of her favourite unsolved murder.

she said yes with no hesitation. having a little love in your life was good; that was something she’d read in a book, not on the gadgets and things the teenagers her age like you were using.

though, she never showed this in public. it was private only. she didn’t like expressing vulnerability. but she expressed vulnerability plenty with you around.

she straddled your thighs, one of her hands tangled into your soft, sweet-smelling hair while the other cupped your jaw, holding it in place as you slowly and gently made out in your bed—the colourful bed she hated so much; but it was bigger and comfier than hers, so she accepted it over time.