CallMeKhaleesi
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Out of all the things Enid expected in her college experience, rooming with a five foot two, pigtailed probably-serial-killer who was named after a day of the week didn’t make the list. But Enid Sinclair was nothing if not an optimist.
And Wednesday Addams was nothing if not…
Whatever the opposite of Enid was.
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A.K.A. The college AU where nobody is a werewolf or a psychic but they still work like some weird enemies-to-friends-to-lovers anomaly.
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Step 1: Discover your roommate’s blog.
Step 2: Create an anonymous account to correct grammar and werewolf lore.
Step 3: Create a separate one to ask the advice column about crushes (which you definitely don’t have).
Step 4: Watch your roommate hate one and fall in love with the other.
Step 5: Well, shit.
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Every morning, the same woman walked into Honeybrew. Same order. Same booth. Same careful distance from the rest of the world.
Enid Sinclair noticed her immediately.
She couldn't tell you when noticing became something else entirely. Somewhere between memorizing her coffee order and staying up to read books that split you open at the seams.
A slow-burning romance about what it looks like to love someone patiently, specifically, without reservation, and what it means to be the first person who ever has.
Some people are worth learning a whole new language for.
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Wenclair, slow-burning Coffee Shop AU. Lots of fluff, real character growth, and friendships that feel like coming home.
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Wednesday’s knee nudged Enid’s, slow. The hand on her thigh inched a fraction higher and stilled, asking without words. The question was a heat line up Enid’s spine.
Enid made a small sound and put her palm over Wednesday’s hand, not to move it away, just to feel it there.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“You like watching me fall apart, don't you?”
“Also yes.”
Enid’s cheeks went pink. She stared at their joined hands like they were a problem set she could solve if she wasn’t on fire.
“Can I… kiss you?” she asked, because asking had turned into a trick that always, always worked.
“You can,” Wednesday said, already leaning in.
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Wednesday works at a gamer shop and Enid at a café across the street. Enid instantly gets a crush, Wednesday instantly wants to buy all the coffees available to impress her.
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"Who'd you pick instead?"
"Oh." Enid reached for her water glass, took a sip, and set it back down with a little flourish, because this was, genuinely, one of the more satisfying reveals of her life. "Wednesday."
Yoko did not move.
For a second Enid thought maybe she'd mumbled it, or maybe the dining hall noise had swallowed it, so she leaned forward and clarified, "Wednesday. Addams. My roommate."
"Enid."
"What?"
"This is worse."
"How is it worse."
"It's a million times worse. For you. For her. And for me, because I have to watch it."Or,
Enid fake dates Wednesday to get back at Bruno and gets the rudest awakening of her little comphet life.