Y/N had a good grasp of the kind of person Wednesday Addams was. Her personality, her habits, her feelings- her likes and dislikes. Y/N had an idea on why she chose the things that defined her. Of course he did- what kind of boyfriend would be if he didn't understand her?
He looked down at her- curled up tight in his form, and buried under a number of thick brushed blankets. She looked peaceful, in his arms. In fact- it was about the only time she ever looked relaxed- the only time she could let all of the muscles in her face relax. The only time she could slip out of the intimidating black dresses and boots. The only time she could be herself.
Y/N knew she was an overthinker. He walked into this relationship knowing full well that it wouldn't be straightforward- Wednesday's mind was like a hungry machine that fed on repressive thoughts that could only be beat with trust. It's what made her relax around Y/N. She trusted him. It's what made her so needy.
She would spend every moment of the day curled up in his side if that were an option- and of course, he would love to let her do so. He knew the neediness wasn't simply neediness- it was fear. Fear of being judged- fear of not belonging- fear of failing- fear of being alone. Fear of loosing Y/N.
Y/N was aware that no one was more tired of her over-reactive mind than herself. She lived and struggled with it everyday- and did it with a brave face and a strong heart mind you. She lived every day wishing she could live a life without dozen of hypotheticals invalidating each waking moment. But she can't. That's why Wednesday valued Y/N so highly- something about him let her feel trust and warmth. And just for a while she could stop thinking.
It's sometimes hard to see, but there is beauty in her over-thinking. Those people who are most afraid are also those who love the most. It's because he is dating an over-thinker that Y/N appreciates Wednesday so much. It's why he's always there for her. It's why he tells her, "I'm not going anywhere."
He knows, even now, she is still learning to trust. Learning to let go of her fear because the last person she thought she loved manipulated her and she took it hard. She was fighting a battle against her own mind- but day by day, she was slowly winning.
Wednesday stirred and turned over within his arms- slowly nuzzling her face into his chest before releasing a long awaited sigh of content after a long day. Y/N could feel her nose press up against his body, causing him to grin a little. "Evening, beautiful..." He murmurs before planting a firm kiss on the crown of her head.
"Evening...?" She whispers- her voice not entirely audible after just waking up. She pulls her head up from its place and looks up at Y/N. Where others would find a cold gaze, Y/N has the honour to see her looking up at her with a soft warmth- with so much adoration and in turn, love. "How long was I asleep for...?" Her voice croaks slightly before she clears it with a small cough.
Y/N lifts an arm from around her before checking his watch. "Five hours, give or take." He answered quietly. It wasn't often she would sleep for so long- she would often ask him beforehand to wake her up if she slept for any longer than a couple of hours. But, she had complained about it being a rough day, so he figured she deserved to rest a little longer. He watched as her eyes grew wide at his answer- before they relaxed again, presumably because she decided it wasn't too big of a deal to get worked up over.
He felt her small hands grasp onto the sides of his shirt as she released a deep exhale. "And you just lay there the whole time?" She asked. Slowly, Wednesday's hands released the linen fabric of his white shirt as she planted her palms down on his bed so she could push herself into a seated position. Y/N merely responded with a small hum and a nod of his head before he sat up beside her- both of them leaning their backs against his headboard. "You should have woken me..." She muttered
"Maybe," He started before he slipped his hand into hers. Wednesday's hand became engulfed within his own. "But don't you feel better now that you've had some time to rest your head?" Y/N asked- although, he seemed to know the answer before she did.
After a moment of contemplation and a passing moment of guilt, she answered. "Yes." Wednesday's gaze settled down on their hands which currently rested on her lap. Her eyes followed the long trail of vine-like tattoos that wrapped around his skin. She remembered the day he showed them to her- how she was concerned that he had gotten tattoos long before he was legally allowed to. But of course, there was more to it than them being just tattoos- he was born with them. With her free hand, she trailed her index finger along the black ink and leaves- almost certain she could feel the veins of the waxy green leaves through his skin- like it was an actual growth of ivy wrapped up his body. Wednesday thought they were beautiful. She recalled how nervous he was to show her the marks on his skin- she was the first person besides his parents that had seen his condition- and she was honoured to be entrusted with such trust.
Y/N was capable of tattoo manipulation- an ability Wednesday was told ran through his family for generations. He even joked to his ability being thanks to him being a descendant of some god or another- although he was just messing around. His ability was much like Xavier's, in the way he was able to bring the art on the skin to life- but it was also much more than that. His tattoos were an extension of him. Perhaps that was why she felt so safe in his embrace- because it didn't just feel like it was a pair of arms that were wrapped around her, but a plethora of vines holding her close to his chest.
A smile was brought to his lips as the hairs on his arms stood on edge thanks to her gentle touch. He craned his head down and planted a firm kiss, which caused her cheeks to catch violet while a smile tugged at her dark lips.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" She asked quietly.
Y/N nodded his head and slipped his hand out from hers. He assumed that she had brought a change of clothes with her if she was wanting a shower in his dorm, but he figured he should make sure anyway. "You can steal some of my clothes if you'd like?" He offered. She replied by nodding her own head. "I have that shampoo you like the smell of too."
He watched as a smile grew on her lips. She threw her legs over the edge of his bed and got to her feet before they carried her to his closet.
He did much the same, however his feet took him to the large window in his room. While it didn't offer much in hight, the window did span from one wall to the other. He sighed quietly to himself as he crossed his arms and set them on the window ledge, leaning against the cold stone material as he watched the sun disappear over the horizon. Despite, the sun's retreat, the sky still remains a deep blue as the day sky merged with the dark night. It was a pretty sight. Behind him he could hear the gentle patter of feet cross the room- from closet to bathroom before the door shut. He wondered what made her want to shower in his dorm- it had been the first time she had asked- not to mention, the first time she had taken up his offer for his clothing. Y/N figured it was a method of drawing them closer- like Wednesday was making an attempt to make their relationship more intimate. If that were the case, he certainly couldn't complain.
His eyes settled on the stack of books on the windowsill that propped up a plant pot atop it. Her certainly had an affinity for plants- how could he not when he was so engrained with them. The lily plant that sat on the tower of books was in full bloom- with the white flowers shimmering with blood orange under the dusk light. A little closer to him was another plant pot which supported a small bush with growing blueberries. He began growing it after he discovered it was Wednesday's favourite fruit- likely partially due to their deep colour- and he had been taking intricate care of it since. Unlike the lilies, it was a slow grower- much like Wednesday herself- it took time for their bond to grow. Still, a small smile remained on his features as he picked up the rusting steel watering can before he stood up straight. Tilting the can, a stream of water poured out of the spout and into the dense leaves of the berry bush- and then the lilies.
After he decided they were well watered- he grabbed a small terracotta bowl from his bedside locker and began on picking some of the blueberries. He figured they would be ripe enough by now to eat some. Once the bowl was filled with fruit, he placed the brightly coloured bowl back where it came from- not before placing one of the berries in his mouth. He savoured the taste as he slowly chewed on the dark blue flesh. Y/N could certainly understand why they were Wednesday's favourites.
Turning on his heels, he moved to the far corner of his room and to his desk, where beneath his window sat a record player- and besides that, a crate of old vinyls- mostly from the sixties and seventies. He flicked through a few before he settled on a Van Morrison album- one of his father's favourites. He took the vinyl out of its paper cover and settled it on the stand before pressing of the buttons which caused it to start spinning. Hooking the needle under his finger, he rested it into a groove of the vinyl. Music started playing.
Just as the music began playing, the bathroom door creaked open. He turned his head to find Wednesday stood in the doorway- her hands clasped together in front of her and her head looking down- clearly embarrassed. Y/N took in her appearance- she was wearing one of his white vests and a pair of his boxer shorts and not much more. He could see every curve- every angle- every beautiful perfection and imperfection. His heart thumped in his chest and his eyes gazed up to her face. She wore no makeup- not that she ever wore much but her lips were a normal pinkish colour- and her skin was a much warmer tone than he was used to seeing- only causing her doe like eyes to stand out far more. Even her hair- it sat loose and not in its usual dual braid style. He could see that her hair had small kinks in it- likely from how often it was tied.
His words caught in his throat while she continued to stand there.
"I-" She began, but was soon cut off.
"You're beautiful..." He murmured finally. She gave no response- instead she just staired down at her bare feet. Y/N reached out a hand, his palm facing up- and like a snake, the tattoos on his arms slithered down his skin- and grew off it, forming real ivy that crawled off his body and in her direction. It gently wrapped around one of her writs, taking her by surprise as she followed the stem to the source. Slowly, the ivy slithered back into his skin- loosing its vibrancy to black ink while Wednesday was pulled ever closer until she stood toe to toe with Y/N.
As the ivy unwound itself from her small wrist, she found her gaze catching his own. Just as the last of the ivy settled back into the skin of his arm, his hand raised to cup her cheek. He'd truly never seen anything or anyone so beautiful- not even words could describe the way he felt. The vinyl beside him shifted to the next song as the pair gazed into one another's eyes. He could see she was embarrassed- he didn't need to see the red blush on her cheeks to read that. Her hands clenched on the fabric of his shirt which she pulled on as she pushed herself onto the tips of her toes. He met her halfway and leant down to link lips with her.
The kiss itself was fuelled with passion despite being brief. "You taste like blueberry..." She murmured softly up to him.
Both smiling, Y/N took one of her hands within his own while his other arm slinked around her waist- and he started swaying his hips. She let out a soft, unsure giggle as she caught onto what he was doing. She wrapped her free arm around his waist as she matched his swaying rhythm.
He grinned wide as they grooved to the music. He began to sing. "Slipping and sliding, all along the waterfall with you-" He sang down to her while she pulled herself closer to his frame. "-My brown eyed girl." He sang tunefully and to Wednesday's surprise, oddly well. Y/N could understand why this was one his father's favourites. Throughout the song, they danced beside the window, beneath the sun's dying orange light- and for once, Wednesday didn't care if anyone saw, or if anyone judged. She rested her forehead on his chest before she began to sing along, with him able to smell his blueberry shampoo in her hair.
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Do you remember when,
We used to sing,
Sha la la, la la, la la, la la l-la to da,
Just like that :)