regards
{enid sinclair and wednesday addams}
enid sinclair: hi wednesday!!!! xavier gave me ur number!!! i heard u got a new phone!!
wednesday addams:
Enid,
This is Wednesday. Yes, I received a phone from Xavier with his number in it. Hello.
Regards,
Wednesday Addams
enid sinclair: weds
enid sinclair: wow you’ve never texted a day in your life have you
wednesday addams:
Enid,
This is the very first phone I’ve received with no dial ring. “Texting” is a concept that I am less than familiar with.
Regards,
Wednesday Addams
P.S. Never call me “Weds” again.
enid sinclair: i am actually going to cry
enid sinclair: laughing so hard
enid sinclair: you don’t have to word everything like a letter, those are so old fashioned lmao
wednesday addams:
Enid,
Letters are the foundations of long-distance human communication. I see nothing humorous about this.
Regards,
Wednesday Addams
P.S. I’d rather not text with punctuation like yours.
enid sinclair: fiiiineeee but you don’t have to be all formal. ive been insulted by you long enough so that we can actually speak candidly
wednesday addams: Better?
enid sinclair:
Dear Wednesday,
Very much so.
Love,
Enid Sinclair ♥️
--
enid sinclair: we need a better names for us and this chat
wednesday addams: What do you mean?
wednesday addams: It’s both our names, straight and to the point.
wednesday addams: The fact that you want to change it is absurd.
enid sinclair: but it's boriiinggggg
wednesday addams: What do you propose, then?
wednesday addams: Just our first names?
enid sinclair: nooo something fun!
enid sinclair: like fun sunshine girl and emo goth lady ☠️
wednesday addams: Absolutely not.
wednesday addams: ‘Fun’ isn’t an apt word for you. Neither is ‘goth lady’ for me. more fitting for my mother, maybe.
wednesday addams: Perhaps… ‘Annoyed’ and ‘Annoying’.
enid sinclair: only if you get to be annoying!
enid sinclair: late-night cello, constant typewriter clicking, always scheming about one thing or another. it suits you better
wednesday addams: If you want a list of all the annoyances you bring into my daily life, I’ll send you a novel.
wednesday addams: How about ‘raven’ and ‘wolf’? Considering my disposition towards the world and your… obvious lupine traits, it's fitting.
enid sinclair: still sort of on the bland side, but it works!
{enid sinclair changed enid sinclair to wolf}
{enid sinclair changed wednesday addams to raven}
wolf: we did it!
wolf: and with minimal arguing too!
raven: I still think this is an absurd idea.
wolf: we can figure out a chat name another time. i’m sure the great wednesday addams has a busy life filled with excitement and adventure around every turn
wolf: text me if you need anything!
raven: I won’t.
{raven changed the chat name to best friends}
wolf: GASP
wolf: GASPITY GASP GASP DID YOU JUST-
raven: You breathe a word of this to anyone and you’ll be finding spiders in your pillowcase the next time we meet.
wolf: AHHH WEDS YOU FINALLY ADMITTED WE’RE BFFS
raven: Enid.
raven: You just dug your own grave.
wolf: WORTH EVERY SECOND OF IT!! 🕷️ ♥️
--
{xavier thorpe and wednesday addams}
xavier thorpe: i gave enid ur number
wednesday addams: I am very well aware.
wednesday addams: She contacted me the very second she had access.
xavier thorpe: haha that sounds like her
xavier thorpe: how’s the new phone? finally joined some social media?
wednesday addams: I don’t plan on it.
wednesday addams: The new phone’s fine. I’m still getting around to texting properly, but Enid says I have a basic grasp on new ‘slang’.
xavier thorpe: i’m sure it wasn’t that bad
xavier thorpe: not like you started typing out full on victorian letters to her or something
read by wednesday addams at 19:06.
xavier thorpe: wednesday??
{xavier thorpe changed the chat name to the best archery buddies}
{wednesday addams changed the name to archery aquaintances}
{xavier thorpe changed the chat name to archery buds}
--
{enid and ajax}
bark: hey babe!!! ❤️
hiss: hey
bark: i heard you’re in the area!! wanna go out for a date, maybe?
hiss: actually, yeah
hiss: there’s something i wanna talk to you about
bark: oh, okay!!
bark: meet up at the starbucks near 4th street on thursday?
hiss: sure. send me the location
bark: will do!
read by hiss at 09:54 am.
--
{best friends}
wolf: hey bestie!
wolf: was wondering if you’re free over winter break
raven: Hello, Enid.
raven: I can make myself available if it’s worth my time.
raven: Us Addamses are incredibly busy , after all.
wolf: woah, is that humor i hear?
wolf: wednesday addams evolves yet again
wolf: but anyway!! we (i) wanted to invite you over to the sinclair residence for a week!
wolf: i know it’s not your usual quad over ice, but i think it’d be fun!
raven: I’ll think on it. Send me the details.
wolf: oh
wolf: i thought fursure you were gonna say no so now idk what to do
wolf: (translation: i thought you were going to refuse but now i don't know what to do)
raven: I don’t need a translation, Enid. I can just look up your insipid abbreviations on the internet.
raven: But… thank you.
wolf: i’ll send you an itenary!!
{wolf sent an image}
raven: …Colorful.
wolf: not like you’re gonna break into hives just looking at it!
wolf: you lived with me long enough develop some kind of immunity lol
raven: You might be right on that front. In other news…
{raven sent an image}
wolf: WOAH THAT WAS FAST
wolf: I didn’t know they printed airplane tickets in all black
raven: They didn’t. Now they do.
wolf: do i even wanna know
raven: It’d be best if you don’t ask. I’ll be there.
wolf: AHHH I'M SO EXCITED
wolf: we won’t be roomates tho 🙁
raven: Oh. Why?
wolf: my momm
wolf: she’d rather you stay in a separate room for some reason and i’m not about to argue with her. its usually hopeless
raven: Intriguing.
wolf: don’t worry, I’ll sneak in somehow 😉
raven: I’m canceling my flight.
wolf: NOOOOO
--
{unknown sender and wednesday addams}
unknown sender: have fun on your little trip.
unknown sender: i’ll be watching.
{unknown sender sent an image}
wednesday addams: I’ll ask again:
wednesday addams: Who are you?
unknown sender: what’s the fun in telling you?
unknown sender: see you soon, little raven.
--
{art kid and music fish}
art kid: heyyy
music fish: ‘heyyy’
music fish: what do you want xavier
art kid: so i can’t say heyyy anymore without me wanting something from you?
music fish: idk, we haven’t talked much since you were a total jerkwad
art kid: hey! i apologized!
art kid: i promised i’d draw whatever you commissioned for free as a ‘sorry for being a total jerkwad’, bianca
music fish: yeah yeah
music fish: i get its kinda hard
music fish: being friends with a siren has its drawbacks
art kid: don’t go all self deprecating on me, barclay
music fish: yeah whatever
music fish: seriously tho. did you need something?
{art kid shared a contact.}
music fish: who’s this?
art kid: wednesday finally got a phone
art kid: figured i’d sic as many of her friends on her as possible so that she’s forced to come back next semester
music fish: a dastardly plan indeed
music fish: i’ll text her when i can
music fish: have you given her number to enid yet
art kid: OBVIOUSLY
art kid: apparently wednesday started typing whole ass letters to her lmfao
{art kid sent a photo}
music fish: HAHAHAHAHA OMG
music fish: ‘ Regards’
music fish: THATS SOMETHING SHE’D DO THO
art kid: it’s ok enid coached her into typing semi normally
music fish: please don’t tell me she uses punctuation and capital letters
art kid: SHE USES SEMICOLONS BIANCA
music fish: PLEASEEEEEE
--
{bianca barclay and wednesday addams}
bianca barclay: hi wednesday, it’s bianca
bianca barclay: xavier gave me your number
wednesday addams: Apparently so.
wednesday addams: I choose to give my number to one person, and Xavier takes this as an opportunity to give everyone I know my contact information.
bianca barclay: you? choosing to give your number to someone?
bianca barclay: who has the honor?
read by wednesday addams at 13:54.
{bianca barclay changed their name to bianca}
{bianca barclay changed wednesday addams to dramatic goth chick}
{goth chick changed bianca to tone-deaf clownfish}
{bianca changed the chat name to frenemies}
--
{buzz buzz buddies}
stinger: How are you healing up?
wings: wednesday i’m fine!! i got actual discharged from the hospital like two weeks ago i think i’ll be okay
stinger: Don’t neglect your health, Eugene.
stinger: It’s unbecoming.
wings: yeah okay
wings: how are the bees?
stinger: Lurch took me to harvest hives 12 through 16 this week.
stinger: Though I admit I’m yet to use the smoker as confidently as you do. Hive 13 nearly got me.
wings: WEDNESDAY DON'T TELL ME YOU WENT WITHOUT THE BEE SUIT
wings: you could have gotten stung without me there!
stinger: Where’s the fun in that?
{stinger sent a photo.}
wings: ughhhhhhhhhh you’re gonna be the death of me
wings: you’re taking years off my life
stinger: They won’t hurt me if they know what I’m capable of, Eugene.
wings: THEYRE BEES WEDNESDAY
wings: THEY HAVE FUZZY LITTLE BODIES AND TINY LITTLE BEE BRAINS
stinger: A few million years of evolution will teach them.
wings: oh my god
--
{ba da da dum *snap snap*}
mère: wednesday, darling
figlia: Yes, Mother?
mère: i thought you’d at least let us know you’d be going for so long…
mère: we had a hit and run planned for this week.
padre: we can always postpone, mi querida~
mère: of course we can.
mère: I’d just appreciate it if we had some communication once in a while
figlia: I understand that this is sudden.
figlia: I’ll notify you sooner in the future.
sohn: do you have to take thing with you
sohn: we wanted to go fishing laterrrrr
figlia: Thing is part of the reason I’m going, Pugsley. The sheer amount of annoying those five fingers have been doing to come along is enough to make me want to stab a new hole through him.
figlia: He’ll be back soon enough. It’s just a week.
mère: some kind words for your family, i see
mère: this friend certainly drew out a spark of warmth in you 🔥
figlia: Don’t patronize me, Mother.
figlia: But… thank you.
padre: we’ll have Lurch drive you to the airport.
padre: san francisco's full of immature criminals, so…
padre: be gentle with them.
figlia: I will do no such thing.
mère: that’s my girl.
--
Wednesday looked out into the sky, a single suitcase firmly at her side. She pulled out her phone, shooting Enid a text.
raven: I’m outside the terminal.
It certainly was great weather. No sun in sight, the whispers of wind and the tickle of drizzling rain on her face. It was positively dreadful, and Wednesday wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. She’d gotten off the plane merely minutes ago, one of smothering hostesses and crying children.
At least the children had made the flight entertaining enough. All she’d had to do was glance in their direction and their faces contorted into one of befuddled fear. It was wonderful.
She’d only just tucked her phone back into her pocket before it buzzed again.
wolf: i see you!
And, sure enough, there was Enid. Leaning out so far out of the car her shoulders were showing and waving frantically in her direction. If it were anyone else, Wednesday might have asked Thing to drag her out. This time, she only thought about it.
“Wednesday!” Enid called.
“I see you, too,” Wednesday said back. “It’s… honestly difficult not to.”
Enid was in bright pink, her hair a mess from the wind. She didn’t seem bothered by the obvious chill in the air, sprinting from the car and nearly barreling Wednesday over in a hug. She gingerly lifted an arm to put on Enid’s back.
Wednesday counted in her head. Five. Four. Three…
But Enid had already pulled away, beaming so wide and bright that Wednesday figured she should have brought along sunglasses.
“Welcome to San Francisco!” Enid exclaimed, gesturing around her form. She winked. “Told you the weather was perfect for you here. Now, tell me everything. How was the flight?”
“I made a few children cry at a glimpse of my face,” Wednesday said, a little pride in her voice. Enid blinked, and Wednesday was convinced she’d spoken too bluntly before she burst out in a fit of giggles.
“That sounds like something you’d do,” she chuckled. “Hopefully they’re not too traumatized.”
“And deprive Nevermore of new students? I‘m merely helping the process along,” Wednesday replied dryly. Enid gasped in mock offense, her eyes glimmering with humor.
“Not all of us are traumatized by the sight of your face, Wednesday,” she huffed. “Well, we weren’t until you decided to come to Nevermore. Now we all get to see your lovely face whenever we decide to leave our dorm rooms.” She paused. “Well, I suppose I see it in our dorm room, too.”
She was silent for a moment, catching her breath. Wednesday quirked up an eyebrow.
“You haven’t changed at all,” Wednesday mused. Enid just grinned.
“Is that the Wednesday way of saying you missed my company?”
“Not at all,” Wednesday shot back. “Merely an observation.”
“That’s rich, coming from Wednesday ‘nothing is ever as it seems’ Addams,” Enid quipped. “I’m still going to take it that you missed me.”
“Of course you will,” Wednesday rolled her eyes, but she and Enid were suddenly interrupted by movement underneath them.
The bag at her side twitched, the zipper moving from the inside of the back to reveal Thing, who crawled up from within proudly.
“Thing!” Enid exclaimed, allowing the appendage to crawl up her body and into her hands. “Finally, someone who’ll admit that they longed for my company. How are you recovering?”
“He’s fine,” Wednesday said, crossing her arms. “Nothing some sutures couldn’t fix.”
Thing signed something to Enid, and she grinned a little bit wider.
“I’m sure you’re cold,” Enid looked Wednesday up and down. She looked to her for approval before grabbing her suitcase and gesturing for her to follow. “My dad’s in the car. You’ll get to meet the rest of my family soon enough, so… take this moment to prepare.”
“If any of your brothers tries anything,” Wednesday said warningly. “The Manor will have another wolf-skin coat for my mother’s winter wardrobe.”
“ My mom’s the one you have to look out for,” Enid chuckled, but there was a certain hollowness to her tone. “She’ll probably start tearing into your fashion sense first. Ronan, Flint, Thorin, and Reed barely have enough brain cells combined to string a coherent sentence together, so they’re not gonna be a problem.”
Enid talked as they walked, shoulder pressed to Wednesday’s as she spoke to Thing about the weather, her mother, the way that they couldn't see the stars at night. And Wednesday listened, wondering how Enid had managed to run the distance from the car to the entrance in mere moments while their walk felt like an eternity.
They’d met with her father in the car, and he didn’t seem like the speaking type. He greeted Wednesday with a gentle smile and the shake of his hand, and she did the same. It reminded her of her father, a little. The way he looked at Enid was the same way that Gomez Addams looked at Wednesday and Pugsley.
“It’s about a thirty minute trip, so you’ll have that to mentally prepare yourself,” Enid suggested. “If it gets too much, say the word and I’ll just chuck a football out the window and tell ‘em to fetch. Keeps my brothers occupied for hours .”
Wednesday nodded, glancing out the window before she heard Enid grunt in pain. She turned sharply, watching as Enid rubbed at her cheek.
Enid pulled her lip back, revealing razor-sharp canines too big to be human. Wednesday’s eyes widened as they slowly morphed back to normal, the sickening crack that sounded as they snapped back to human size sending a small shiver up her spine.
“Sorry,” Enid noticed Wednesday’s eyes on her. “Full moon this week. Tough to control for a new shifter.”
Wednesday merely turned back to the window, jaw set and mind working.
Perhaps this week would be more interesting than she’d anticipated.
--
“Well, this is it,” Enid said, arms outstretched. She looked at her best friend, trying to gauge a reaction from those expressionless features. “The Sinclair Residence, in all it’s glory.”
“Quaint,” Wednesday observed quietly beside her, but there was a respect in her voice. “Surprising, considering the pack of werewolves within.”
“My brothers are supposed to be on their best behavior,” Enid chuckled. “Mom said that she’d ground them for the month if they tried anything the first night, probably because the last time I had someone over her suitcase ended up in the lake.”
“I don’t make empty threats, Enid,” Wednesday reminded her of her prior words.
“I’m well aware,” she shuddered. “I’d appreciate no spiders in my pillow tonight, though. Wolf senses and whatnot, I’d probably kill them… and I wouldn’t wanna hurt your feelings.”
“I think we’ve established that I don’t feel… feelings , Enid,” Wednesday replied, and Enid saw her turn toward the front door. Enid’s mother stood, proudly walking toward the both of them.
“Welcome to our home, Wednesday!” she said, and Enid didn’t even have to count before she started picking her friend apart. “You look starved. Have your parents been feeding you? And look at your clothes! Whose funeral was it?”
Enid was about to step in, but Wednesday, with her ever present one-liners, was already speaking.
“My Uncle Fester’s 46th funeral, actually,” she deadpanned. “Holding a lightning rod in a thunderstorm last week. One of our favorite childhood games.”
“Oh,” Enid’s mother stepped back slightly. “Well. That certainly is… something .” She turned to Enid. “Why don’t you show your friend to her room? It’s getting quite chilly out here.”
“Gladly,” Enid smiled. “Let’s go.”
She grabbed Wednesday’s hand quickly, almost sure the dark-haired girl would twist out of her grip, but she allowed Enid to drag her into the house with little resistance.
“I tried to make it as homey as possible, considering the short notice,” Enid said, and she and Wednesday stood at a door with the words ‘Wednesday’s room (keep out or she’ll probably stab you)’.
Wednesday huffed out a small chuckle, one that Enid took to mean roaring laughter. A part of her felt a little bit warmer at that. Making Wednesday laugh was not an easy feat, even though from the outside it would have looked like she’d just coughed a little from the dust.
Enid opened the door, revealing a black duvet and painted-over desk. There were dark curtains, stark against the lighter color of the walls, and there was a little velvet pillow for Thing on the off-chance that he’d stow away with her. It was a shame that Enid couldn’t room with Wednesday, but her mother… her mother made way too many assumptions with way too little information.
“It’ll do,” Wednesday strode into the room. She inspected the desk before turning back to Enid. “The paint job on the desk could use some work.”
“You’re welcome,” Enid replied. Her brain could translate Wednesday’s backhanded compliments much more quickly than before, understanding her monotone as a gratefulness only Wednesday could emanate.
Thing settled into the velvet pillow, signing a ‘ thank you ’ as he curled into the fabric. Enid helped Wednesday unpack, placing her typewriter gently on the desk and shifting her briefcase of papers underneath it. She felt a little pride at being trusted enough with some of Wednesday’s most prized possessions, watching as Wednesday placed her cello in the corner of the room.
Enid noticed her mother peeking her head into the room once or twice, bringing heat to Enid’s cheeks.
“I have a boyfriend, Mom,” she hissed at her at the third instance. “We are literally going on a date tomorrow.”
Esther Sinclair merely shrugged and moved on.
“What was that?” Wednesday asked, and Enid wished the floor would open up beneath her and swallow her whole. Perhaps that would help her avoid this conversation.
“My mom’s just being crazy,” Enid muttered. “Our pack’s really traditional and my mom thinks that because I dye my hair and… well, act like myself , that I’m gonna be sinful. ”
Wednesday blinked; a rare occurrence, but one that portrayed her confusion.
“She…” Enid lowered her voice just a touch. “It’s nothing. Just my mom making assumptions about our friendship because she’s really nosy and won’t leave her kid alone! ”
She made eye contact with her mother, who was crouched behind the door, the beginnings of her salt-and-pepper curls peeking through the crack of the doorway.
“Be respectful, Enid,” her mother straightened. “Three inches, no locks, remember?”
Enid didn’t reply, turning away from her door and covering her face with her arm. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks and the tips of her ears, waiting until she couldn’t smell her mother’s scent nearby or hear her footsteps.
“Sorry about her,” Enid apologized emphatically. “She can be… really embarrassing.”
Wednesday didn’t say anything, checking her watch and crossing the room to sit at her new desk. Right . Writing time .
As Enid moved to leave, Wednesday spoke, quiet enough for just the two of them to hear.
“If it helps,” she started, and Enid could hear an uncertainty to continue in her pause. She huffed. “ Se tua madre pensasse che stiamo uscendo insieme, ti bacerei davanti a lei. ”
“What?”
“Italian,” Wednesday clarified. She didn’t elaborate, not even with Enid’s pleas and bothering, simply typing at her typewriter.
“You can’t act like you didn’t say anything!” Enid whined.
“Don’t you have a date tomorrow to worry about?” Wednesday cut in, bored. “It’s late. If I’m typing too loud… deal with it. We’ll have to room together next semester anyways.”
Enid gasped, lighting up. She saw Wednesday stiffen in the obvious slip of her tongue.
“ You’re coming back next semester! ” she hopped around the room in glee before she hear the whirring of a knife thrown in her direction.
Ears alert, eyes darting, her arm flew to just in front of her ear, catching the knife just before it was about to nick the sensitive cartilage of her outer ear. Wednesday sat in her original position, almost like she’d never thrown a sharp metal object at Enid in the first place.
“ Wednesday Friday Addams , we don’t throw knives in this house!” she reprimanded. Wednesday merely shrugged.
“You can throw it back, if you’d like,” she muttered, shifting in her chair to face Enid. “A swift end would be easier than this interruption to my novel.”
“You’re impossible ,” Enid crossed the room and placed the knife onto the desk. She could have sworn she’d seen Wednesday flash a small grin her way, but she was too caught up in her emotions to care. “But you’re coming back next semester, so I’ll forgive it.”
“Tell a soul and you’ll lose your own,” Wednesday called after Enid as she left the room.
“Noted!”
--
{best friends}
wolf: vampires don’t have souls, right?
raven: Enid, I am going to smother you to death with your disgusting pastel pillow.
wolf: three inches, no locks ;)