Wenclair One-Shots

why does enid call you babygirl?

Summary:

The first time Wednesday gave any thought to the relationship between her and Enid that onlookers would oftentimes call peculiar was about two months into her first semester at Nevermore. But things out of the ordinary keep happening, and eventually, Wednesday realizes a couple of things about her relationship with Enid.

OR the 5 times wednesday thinks she and enid are just growing closer as friends and the 1 time she realizes they are not just friends (they're dating. they've been dating this whole time and wednesday is just reallly fucking oblivious).

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The first time Wednesday gave any thought to the relationship between her and Enid that onlookers would oftentimes call peculiar was about two months into her first semester at Nevermore. Ever since the very day the two girls had met, Enid had been a very touchy person, who would find her way into the darker haired girls' personal space, in any possible scenario, even when it would certainly not be comfortable or sensible.

One morning in particular, the two girls were eating breakfast in the dining hall with Enid's friends - Bianca, Ajax and Xavier - who would consider themselves friends of Wednesday's as well, when the topic of 'love languages' came up in conversation.

Enid, from where she was lying with her head in Wednesday's lap, which Wednesday could not believe could be practical whatsoever, says "My love language is physical touch, totes," and the table nods in agreement - her current position proving her statement immediately, as Wednesday would always simply tolerate the taller girl's presence in any manner it came, not that she would tell the others of this, of course.

"I think Xavier's love language is definitely words of affirmation because he has-" Ajax starts, teasingly, before his friend clamps a hand over his mouth to stop him from talking. Though, it wasn't very effective when Ajax simply bit down on Xavier's fingers.

"Hey dude, what the fuck?" Xavier shakes his hand, now minorly covered in saliva. His friend just shrugs, not saying anything, and for just a second, the table is silent.

Personally, Wednesday thought that love languages were a limiting way to look at the complexity that was love and breaks the silence to say so to the blonde girl in her lap. "I think my love language would be homicide, personally, the bloodier the better," When she says this, Enid looks up at the darker haired girl with some sort of a sad look in her eyes that made Wednesday want to kill something, like a mouse or something.

"Wednesday," the girl whispers, in a voice that makes Wednesday feel very weird inside, a voice that makes her go completely quiet. It became a pattern very quickly, where Wednesday would make the same little violent quips she always did and Enid would scold her, a relatively new development, and Wednesday would stop - which had only started over breakfast that one morning.

Wednesday herself never saw this as anything more than part of her tentative alliance with the blonde girl, but other people did not see it as such - particularly the three people at the table with Wednesday and Enid when this happened for the first time.

But when Wednesday noticed how the three people looked at her when she stopped talking, which she did very quickly, thanks to her observant nature, Wednesday could not stop herself from thinking about the profound connection she shared with Enid Sinclair, a girl she had practically just met, that was more intense than the relationship she had with almost anyone in her life, aside from her family.

It was finals season the next time that Wednesday would think about how....earnest...the nature of her relationship with one Enid Sinclair was, at least compared to the relationships she had before. Like the frequent touching and Wednesday's attentiveness to the other girl, the raven-haired girl considered the new development in their relationship as nothing more than purely platonic at best, and an unwanted side effect of their alliance at worst.