Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Why not Both? Or Just one...

Requested by Anonymous. 

Request: "Why not Wenclair being together, but the reader likes them both and avoids them because she doesn't want to be seen as a homewrecker." 

Having a crush at the mere age of 17 was hard. You were going through your pubescent years, worrying about if your uncontrollable acne would disgust your peers. If you looked your best every day, drenching yourself in deodorant just to keep the self-conscious idea you smelt of body odour to a minimum. Plus, you were still finding yourself, did you like guys? Girls? What if you didn't like anybody and happened to be content with an obsession with amphibians for the rest of your life?

All were viable outcomes in your future love life. The experience of your first kiss was still to be had, you craved the idea of a romance like in those old cheesy romantic movies where holding hands felt forbidden, whispered words of sweet nothing that would make your heart flutter and feel like it'd burst out of your chest. 

That type of love. 

So, what do you do when you not only have a crush on one but two people? And for those two people to be dating one another...

You just had to be the most unfortunate teenager to exist in this era is what you kept telling yourself. 

You wish you could claim 'I'm not even sure how it happened, it just happened.' But that wasn't the case, you replayed the days you fell for your two friends like a broken record caught on a loop, the only thing you'll probably ever get close to in experiencing that romantic connection you so badly yearned for. 

The couple in question was none other than Nevermore's 'it' couple. Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair, that sunshine and rain cloud duo. 

They were everything people wanted. The tropes those two fell into were what your romantic heart swooned at. The 'she fell first but she felt harder' trope. The 'best friends to lovers' trope. The 'she was closed off and cold to the world but then she came along and suddenly her black and white view changed' trope. 

Tropes were made for two people, not three. Even if you had tried to delude your feelings to be valid by reminding yourself that throuples and polyamorous relationships existed, there were no trio cliches that romantics verbalised. 

You couldn't be that small circle in the Ying and Yang symbol. You can't just magically become the fog to the sunshine and rain to make that rainbow of butterflies and giddy feelings. Love triangles always ended up with the protagonist picking one person to be with, not both.

You were stuck in this stupid position where you couldn't have one or the other, you couldn't be the grey to Wednesday and Enid's black and white. You couldn't be in some weird harem.

You were just... there. Having to be their friend, having to watch them be happy with each other like they were meant to be. 

Every time you had to watch them hold hands or steal a kiss when they thought no one was looking made you wish you were blind. Naive and stupid to everything around you like you were before your friends announced their status. 

Why couldn't you just be oblivious? Why did you have to notice every secret glance, the notes Enid would pass Wednesday in class? The inside jokes you had come to know because they always insisted on hanging out with you and the friend group because it made them happy. 

And of course, you replayed the reason you felt the way you did for them constantly in your mind. They hadn't even tried to win you over, but they did, all they did was be themselves and that was all it took to have you spiralling down this staircase of un-treaded territory.