Wednesday Addams Oneshots

The Survey Method

Thanks to @Browser95 for helping me with this idea, I love you ❤️
I sigh heavily, flopping down onto my bed face first, my roommate Yoko who hangs upside down from her bars looks at me, with a look of sympathy on her face, well, mostly her lips, she always kept her shades on, "I take it you finally did it?" She asks, swinging herself up so she can stand upright, sitting down next to me, her hand rubbing soothing circles on my back, only causing the tears stinging my eyes to fall.

"What was I thinking Yoko?" I groan softly, my voice muffled by the comfort of my pillow, I raise my head, bringing my arms around the soft fabric to hug it, my chin resting in between the now cushiony surface, "I mean, she warned me, and yet I still thought I could change her," I mutter, tears falling down my cheeks, thinking back to what happened less than 10 minutes ago.

10 Minutes Ago

I'm in Wednesday and Enid's shared dorm, sitting in Enid's desk chair, minding that my girlfriend is busy with her writing time. Still, something was itching in my brain, something I wanted to ask for a few months now, so I counted the seconds down in my head, knowing when she takes her breaks and when she'll need a refill on her coffee, so I quietly get up from my chair, walking over to Wednesday's desk, I take the mug that rests on the coaster, being silent with my actions as I turn on my heels, heading to the kitchen to make her refill.

I rinse the glass of its old contents, drying around the outer part before placing it down, I grab two scoops of ice, and pour it into the glass, keeping my noise to a minimum as the clinks from the ice hitting the glass are soft and barely echoey, I return the scoop, grabbing the shot glass from the cupboard where the coffee and tea resides, I pour four shots of espresso into the glass, pouring in a gracious amount of milk that's too Wednesdays liking then stirring it until its evenly spread among the cup. And that is how you make a Wednesday-like Quad over ice.

I still have 56 seconds left and counting, so I rinse the shot glass so it can be used again later, returning it to its place in the cupboard before carefully carrying over the drink back to Wednesday's coaster, and just in the nick of time too, as Wednesdays hand reaches out to grab the glass, taking a few sips, not a hint of a milky moustache on her the top of her lips, which will always leave me confused.

"Wednesday, do you love me?" I ask her as she puts the cup down, I see her shoulders tense for a moment, her eyes still connected to the words on the typewriter, but her hands reside on her lap, I had 5 minutes for her to answer me, and I wasn't going to waste a second of it.

"No, no I do not," she says straight forward, I feel my heart tighten in my chest, but I don't let that bring me down, her head turns so her eyes can meet mine, and I can feel the death grip lessen on my heart.

"Alright, then what about spending time with me?" I asked quickly after; my tone and expression were soft yet serious.

"It's not the worst thing," she notes, her tongue clicking in acknowledgement, I nod in appreciation, and she turns back to her typewriter.

"Then may I ask something?" I start, wanting to ensure that I have her full, undivided attention, even if she wasn't actually looking at me, I could read her body language well, and she nods curtly, "Do you think it would be manageable if we could start spending more time together? Like as a couple?" I ask hopefully, my expression nor tone changing once, if I wanted to have a proper conversation with Wednesday, I needed to show no fear or hesitance.

"No, the time that I have is already precious to me, I'd rather not waste it on minuscule things like dates or romance," she says blankly, not a hint of empathy on her face. I sighed heavily, nodding my head to myself, I figured she'd say something like this, and I promised myself that if she did, I would deal with it correctly. "I sense this bothers you," she murmurs, her hands hovering over the keyboard, trying to spot any mistakes or grammar errors she may have committed.