pastel  nails  grip  onto  wednesday's  out  of  pure,    unsheathed  excitement,    a  smile  reaching  tinted  cheeks.    he,    the  brooding  loner,    finds  a  way  to  creep  into  most  of  their  conversations,    whether  he's  a  suspect  of  the  girl-detective's  murder  case  or  he's  a  boy-toy  her  new  bee-eff-eff  is  disregarding  for  some  cryptic,    Machiavelli,    hauntingly  Addams  reason.        ❛❛      you  definitely  like  him.    i  can  see  it,    you're  bonding  with  him.      ❜❜        &.    just  like  that,    her  eyerolls  cause  a  sensation  of  hyperfixation  that  the  raven-haired  had  clearly  been  trying  to  avoid.    her  emotions  are  simply  feigned      (if  she  ever  even  expressed  any),    and  so  it's  difficult  for  enid  to  even  tell  whether  or  not  wednesday  has  even  the  littlest  of  crushes  on  xavier.        ❛❛      you've  gotta  face  your  feelings  for  him  sometime,    wednesday.    express  them,    so  to  speak!    .  .  .    pleeeease?      just  for  me?      ❜❜

“... I love you too, Mary.”

“I love you,” he says, voice little more than a whisper as he feels that chasm inside slowly narrow and close, and he wraps his hands around her waist. What would he do without her? “I love you so much.”

joejonas: Thanks for making me an uncle. 😍 Happy Father’s Day, bro.