Letters to Enid: "pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls get a new phone", wednesday (tv 2022), addams family - all media types fanfic

k_ulai

Characters

Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair

Tags

Slow Burn Mutual Pining Attempt at Humor Idiots in Love Pining Canon Compliant Pre-Relationship Slow Build Yearning Love Letters Post-Canon I Will Go Down With This Ship Wenclair - Freeform eventually Letters Pranks Gomezification of Wednesday Addams writing letters based on Letters to Milena attempt at understanding the US mail system if im wrong then AU: this is how express mail works!! short read but will eventually get longer as wednesday gets used to writing to enid for the simple pleasure of writing for her also based on Open Me Carefully

Summary

Her hands caress the matte texture of the black envelope, mindful not to ruin the beautiful red wax stamp that held Wednesday’s initials. The W.A. stared at her, beckoning her, “open me carefully” it whispers. Enid purses her lips in fear she’ll break her jaw from smiling wide so early in the morning.or the one where Wednesday refuses to buy a new phone and Enid refuses to let that sway her.

Note

Hello! Just a heads up- the first few chapters will be really short. Don't let that sway you! (or be swayed, no biggie) Slow burn and slow build is harder to write but even harder to read, so I'll try to release atleast 2 letters per update so it's atleast equivalent to a 1k read :]

"pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls get a new phone"

April 20, 2025 at 07:24 AM

[November 14, 2022]

New Jersey, Princeton

Dear Enid Sinclair,

Before all else, no. I had no hidden intention to rhyme the last few sentences from my previous letter. Such is beneath me, for with actual intention I could impress even ones with not a poetic bone in their body. Also, no amount of “pls” you add to your begging will make me purchase a new phone. Knowing the damned thing is what led to the leak of my location, I no longer see a reason to.

I digress, your relief at receiving my letter and subsequent enjoyment of my recountment that morning is noted. Unfortunately, our regular messengers have caught wind of your posts, so no screaming mailmen awoke me this time. But I admit your foul assault on my eyes from vivid colored pens first thing in the morning was an equally well-received surprise, as if you knew I would open the letter and read it only a few moments after waking.

Revenge is in order, and we both know I serve it warm with a side of pain. Because of this, I have foregone using my typewriter and instead use fresh ink from the kraken in our lake. If it works, the dark liquid will act as a void and drag you to your doom. The only regret I will have is that I won’t bear witness to what happens when a wolf falls into the sailor’s nightmare. Be sure to dry off, puppy.

her signature

(You mention the lack of rain yesterday morning but heavy rainfall that same day at night, I can envision the sweet scent of dirt and pavement lulling you to sleep. Had I known the question of my safety plagued your sleep like a foreign bug nibbling on your brain, I wouldn’t have responded promptly, if only for the sake of prolonging such a blissful torturous state to be in. I admire the self-inflicted pain. Yet Enid, now that you know I am safe, you no longer need to reply.)

She was going to kill her.

In the middle of her room, Enid stands soaked with saltwater that came out of nowhere. From her shock, she threw Wednesday’s letter and watches it fall slow and graceful, precisely far enough to avoid the puddle gathering under her rainbow socks. As if it knew what the sender was up to.

“Be sure to dry off, puppy”?

“No longer need to reply”?

Enid swipes at the water dripping from her face, momentarily forgetting the whole house was asleep, and snarls. Oh, if Wednesday could see her now-

'...she’d probably enjoy the display.' The voice at the back of Enid’s mind sighed, and had her stomping her way to the bathroom, hating the way mirth bubbled up in her chest and onto her lips. Who would have thought Wednesday was kind of immature?

Wednesday clearly didn’t know what she had started. Two can play at this game.