Calm Before The Storm (Wednesday Addams x Y/N)

Seeing Her Differently

Y/N POV:

As I face Wednesday, I close my eyes and quickly feel myself drift away into a peaceful sleep, or it was at first. After being in a blissful, dreamless sleep for a few hours, I'm suddenly mentally bombarded with a nightmare, from the night of the attack. I see the creature lunge at me again, and I feel as if I'm thrown across the forest. No matter how hard I try, I can't get myself to wake up. I'm trapped in a mental prison of traumatic flashbacks. I feel someone shouting my name and shaking me, but I can't make out who it is, as my eyes refuse to open and my ears ring relentlessly, distorting the sound. I feel my magic begin to surge through me in an act of protection, and I can't reason with my instincts anymore. I feel the power fill me, and then it releases and I feel it leave me, and it's like all the pressure and tension, that was trapping me, has finally been released. I force my eyes open, and instinctively sit bolt upright, in a cold sweat, breathing far too fast. I quickly survey my surroundings, and find I'm still in the bed. It's dark out now, but Enid and Wednesday are still in the spot they had been hours ago when I fell asleep. They're looking at me, Enid, wide eyed with pure concern plastered across her face. Wednesday, sits there, unmoved, her eyes seeming slightly wider than normal, however her stony expression remains.

"Omg, are you okay? What happened?" Enid exclaims, the words rushing out her mouth in a panic.

"Yeah, just had a nightmare that felt all too real," I say slowly, still feeling breathless.

"About last night?" She asks cautiously, tip toeing around the subject like she thinks it'll trigger something else.

I nod, and slowly lay back and let my head hit the pillow again, feeling better after seeing Enid and Wednesday and not a big ugly monster. I glance at Wednesday again to see her still silently watching me as she always does. I find the consistent action rather comforting, as I've already grown used to it. I hold eye contact again, and see something shift in her expression. I swear I see her gaze soften slightly, as she sees the subsiding fear in my eyes.

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Wednesday's POV:

After her short conversation with Enid, Y/N turns to look at me again, and holds eye contact with me, which is something she has begun doing frequently when she sees me looking at her, like she's growing more comfortable around me. As we look at each other, I feel an odd warm sensation spreading through me, the feeling is very uncomfortable and unwelcome. What is this feeling? And why does she make me feel it?

I see her signature soft smile, and the feeling only grows stronger. Oh no, am I beginning to like this girl? No, she's annoying and insufferable, and... weirdly nice to me, and has the sweetest smile, and the perfect sense of humour... This can't be happening. Anyone but her. Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself, I don't even know what it feels like to like someone like that. It's probably nothing. No, it is nothing. It has to be nothing.

I push any thought of fondness or feeling of liking her down, into a dark void inside, and lock them away, to never resurface, or be revisited, under any circumstances.

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Y/N POV:

We stare into each other's eyes for a long moment, and her expression continues to soften, and I begin to find myself thinking this may be a turning point in our relationship. Wait, no, not 'relationship' like dating relationship. I didn't mean it like that, did I? I mean she has those beautiful black eyes, that I constantly lose myself in, and the cutest nose, and lips that were made to be kissed. God, when she looks at me like that, all I want to do is kiss her. No, stop, I can't think like that. There's no reason breaking my own heart by falling for her. I doubt her hearts beats at all, so it could never beat for me. We'd never work out, it just wouldn't... Fuck, it's too late. I've already fallen for her, haven't I?

I feel my heart begin to shatter slightly, as her face suddenly returns to it's usual cold, emotionless expression. I was right. She feels nothing for me, and I feel too much for her. It will never happen. I'm such an idiot. Of course her split second softness meant nothing, and I just let myself fall in love with her. What is wrong with me? She then breaks eye contact with me to look out the window and I feel like hitting myself, and her. Why does she have to play with me so much? Why can't she just pick whether she hates me or not? I hate her, I hate loving her. It's exhausting.

I sigh under my breath so neither of them hear it, and I turn to look at Enid, who's still looking at me, with less concern on her face now, but her worry is still visible.

"I'm so tired, but I don't want to go back to sleep, in case it happens again," I say, in a subtly whiny tone, looking at her with sad eyes.

She gives me a sympathetic smile. "I know," she says softly. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

I shake my head. "No, thank you though."

She squeezes my hand, and I squeeze back. I sit up to look at her properly while talking to her. "I'm so sorry all that happened to you," She says.

"Why are you apologising? It wasn't your fault," I say. "If anything, you're the reason I'm alive, if you hadn't cared enough to go out looking for me, I would've stayed dead."

"Yeah, I know, but if I stopped you from going or checked on you sooner, you wouldn't have gotten attacked."

"Don't say that, if you had tried to stop me from leaving, I would've gone anyway, because of how angry I was that day, and you did try to check on me, I had about 100 missed calls and texts from you, you did all you could," I say, in a gentle tone to reassure her.

She leans forward and puts her head on my shoulder. "Thank you, I needed to hear that, my mind's been racing with what ifs constantly," She whispers into my neck, with a heavy sigh of relief.

I lean my head on top of hers. "No, thank you, for saving my life."

I feel her smile and nuzzle her head into the crook of my neck. I really am lucky to have someone like Enid in my life. She's the best friend I could ask for and I'm eternally grateful for her. I think everyone needs an Enid sometimes.

I feel myself fall asleep again, feeling safe with Enid next to me. Once I fall asleep, it's dreamless, and calm, exactly what I needed, a way to actually rest and recharge.

When I next wake up, it's because I feel Enid shift in her sleep. As I open my eyes, I'm hit with the bright sunlight from out the window. I glance down to see Enid still cuddled into my neck, sleeping soundly. I slowly lift my head off of her, careful to not wake her up. I look to my left, expecting Wednesday to have left after her cold as ice actions at the end of last night. I'm surprised when I'm met with the sight of her still in the chair, but this time when I look at her, her eyes dart away from me, seeming desperate to avoid eye contact. I find this exceptionally odd, as she typically refuses to break eye contact. I guess she really does hate me.