Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Italiano

Requested by @Giorgiadivitantonio

Summary: "Wednesday can't communicate her feelings well to you. So, she decided that saying it in Italian is a better way to do it."

You had only just started dating Wednesday. You both got together after you were both paired up in biology class and dissected a frog together. You saw it as a mandatory assignment; Wednesday saw it was true love from how in sync you both were. 

For her to find a girl who knew the correct term for the operation equipment, as well as not being queasy whilst taking the little intestines from her gloved hand, was just the icing on her black ganache cake. 

"Forceps and scalpel, please." You said to her as you finished pinning the limbs of the amphibian to the tray. She raised a perfectly manicured brow but silently handed you the two utensils, watching how you cut open the frog with accuracy, with a straight line down the middle of the stomach. 

Wednesday would've preferred doing it herself, but after the last class, where she got to play with a cow heart, the teacher put her on observation as punishment until he felt like her macabre tendencies could be settled. So, she watched in morbid fascination and child-like excitement as she watched you carefully dissect the creature. 

You didn't have much of a reaction to it. Unlike some students who were being dramatic with gagging noises, making a fuss and even whining to the teacher about how 'gross' this all was. 

It wasn't until she asked you to see the tiny heart, to which you picked it up and plopped into her hands as you went back to using a magnifying glass to take out the other organs with intense focus, did she realised she was smitten with you. 

But she wasn't exactly good at this whole 'relationship' thing. It was a commitment, a thing she made rarely and only to the things she truly thought were worth it, much like her fencing, which is why she joined the team. Then she had her cello, she practised into the late nights. Then her writing which was a daily thing. 

Now she had you to add to her calendar. Not only that, but she was also getting dating advice from Enid, who had an entirely different approach to relationships. The werewolf's method was not to talk about her emotions but to show them. Which was only proved true after the many times Wednesday would walk back into the dorm to see the blonde's mouth devouring her boyfriends in another make-out session. 

Wednesday would usually prefer to take action, but not with you. She couldn't use her taekwondo skills on you; you weren't exactly a threat to her life. So, any other type of physical touch was a no-go. She was also just not the type to talk about her feelings; it wasn't her style, but in her own twisted way, she did care for you. 

Wednesday wanted to tell you how she felt; she truly did. But each time she had to face you, see that softness on your gaze that had her heart clenching uncomfortably would make the words get caught in her throat, her head a little dizzy by the rush of emotions that consumed her, then she would get too flustered and just end up walking away from you to resume and other task just so she can calm down. 

Although she had come to a recent discovery, you didn't know Italian, at least you didn't give any indication that you did. Suddenly, words became easier, even if she were to speak them in another language. 

The first time she spoke Italian to you was when you were reading through her novel after she asked you for some insight on a hypothesis on if it'd be possible for a human being to survive having both their arms being cut off and having a 10 minute window to call for help if they'd pass out by then or not. 

You needed a bit more context, so you had asked to read her latest chapter to get a better clue. She was wary at first; no one was ever allowed to read her work when it was unfinished, but she trusted you.