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Contrary to popular belief, Wednesday Addams does know how technology works. There’s been a rumor running around Nevermore that she was technologically impaired, due to her insistence on doing things ‘the traditional way’.
Her parents, as old school as they were, thought that giving them access to technology would help them acclimate better in public school. So they had Fester install wi-fi, got the kids their own devices and a desktop computer for Gomez’s office.
Puglsey took advantage of his laptop to play games. Wednesday never understood why he loved that brain churning block game, but she did appreciate the one where they played as a murderer at a summer camp. The siblings relished in screams in proximity chat.
Wednesday on the other hand, used her devices as an aid in her writing and research in various torture methods. Endless video essays and weapon tutorials. She was thirteen when she first encountered a clip of an anime.
Of course the show was Death Note. Loathe as she was to admit, the premise intrigued her. A teenager with the power to command death by writing names in a notebook. The possibilities were endless. Light Yagami annoyed her, L annoyed her, but the dynamics of two so called geniuses battling one another at every turn made for a good watch. Ryuk reminded her of Thing, if Thing asked for apples instead of hand cream.
She has had her gripes at how the task force handled the Kira case, so what if she made her own murder board? And so what if her first piece of writing is about how she would fare in that world. How she, in lieu of L, was the detective assigned to the case and gain access to the notebook without anyone noticing.
When the show introduced the idea that more than one person has a notebook, Wednesday was on the edge of her seat. Rem and her story of a shinigami falling in love with a mortal sounded ludicrous at first. But after seeing who the shinigami fell for, she understood.
Misa Amane. The bubbly blonde psychopath that they wrote for the generic main male character. Something in her awakened at Misa’s first appearance. Fascinated by the peppy blonde, she has grown to hate Light even more as she watches how their relationship progressed in the later episodes.
Her writing went on to add a romance between her and Misa, plucking her away from Kira’s cold embrace and having their own murder-filled happy ending. Wednesday missed the worried looks her parents shared whenever she missed dinner to stay in her room to watch or write her self-indulgent rewrite of the anime.
Pugsley missed his sister— their weekly torture sessions became few and far between and when she did crawl out of her isolation, Misa was all she could talk about.
She has made numerous purchases of different versions of the manga, DVDs of the anime, and a knockoff death note. Gomez had to put an end to Wednesday’s attempt in commandeering the family jet to fly off to Japan, just to breathe the same air her beloved Misa.
Puglsey and Thing, with the support of Grandmama and Gomez had to hold an intervention for her obsession with Misa Amane. They plead to the logical side of Wednesday’s brain to make her see that she was acting like one of the annoying fans that she made fun of. As embarrassing as it was, she was thankful that they were able to pull her back into reality.
After that, the young Addams has sworn off using technology. Citing that it rots the brain but neglecting to mention that she had first-hand experience during that initial meeting with her roommate. Enid did not need to know her moment of weakness.
My cringe era, so to speak.
But things have changed. Now in her second semester at Nevermore, something shifted in her relationship with Enid. Thing says that it’s the Addams Family curse finally manifesting in her, but Wednesday thinks otherwise. Perhaps she finally contracted the last case of the bubonic plague. Or an aneurysm.
Ironically, it’s on a Wednesday that things went further for the pair. Enid buried under a mountain of clothes, lamenting about a halloween party about to be held in the abandoned art shed. Wednesday would usually enforce silence during her writing hour, but the blonde served as great background noise. She can hear bits and pieces of the werewolf’s frustrated one sided conversation.
“Ugh! I have nothing to wear for Yoko’s party on Saturday!” The werewolf throws her hands up in the air.
“The wardrobe begs you to reconsider your statement.” Came from the other side of the room.
“No. I mean— just. Ugh! Thing help me out here.”
The appendage just lazily flips through a magazine on Enid’s bed. Not paying attention to the two occupants of the room.
“Like, what would be a good halloween costume? Do I do a onesie? Topical? Sexy?”
Thing taps out in his place, ‘Why not do a character?’
“I would love to dress up as a character! But which one?”
‘How about like that girl from that teen murder show?’
“Ooooh, that’s a great one. I don’t want to dye my hair brown though.”
‘Ough. This is hard.’
“That’s what I’ve been trying to say. Hmm.” She can hear Enid tap her nails rhythmically, “Oh! Yoko made me watch this show the other week…”
Wednesday drowns out the rest of their conversation by resuming her typing. Each clack of the keys ringing in her ears louder than the one before. Until Enid and Thing are faint hums of background noise. Focusing solely on Viper’s new case, a new mystery for her to solve with her mute colleague and her new potential love interest. Focused solely in her writing, she lost track of time.
Not until there is a tap on her shoulder, so she swivels her chair to glare at who she thought was Thing. Instead, she is rendered speechless at the sight of Enid.
“I hope you don’t mind, Thing took me over to your closet to complete the ‘all-black’ look. But what do you think?” Enid asked tentatively and does a little twirl for the starstruck seer.
Wednesday blinks. Her mouth dry and for the first time in her life her mind quietened. Struggling to swallow the sudden lump in her throat and suppressing the urge to kneel before the werewolf. Her heart beating faster than normal, she feels heat rise up her neck.
Enid. Misa. Costume. Hot.
“Are the thigh-high socks too much?”
“They— Ahem, uhm. They complete the look.”
“'Complete the look' Do you even know who I’m going as?” The blonde’s face crinkles in amusement. Wednesday’s brain short circuits at the glint of her roommate’s canines.
Seven hells, help me.
From the corner of her eye, Wednesday spots Thing creeping closer to Enid. Moving quicker than the disembodied hand, a knife that she usually kept in her desk thuds into the floorboard stopping him from moving any further. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Thing directs a middle finger over at the young Addams before scampering off to who knows where. Leaving Wednesday and her current crush dressed up as her childhood—well teenage really, crush alone in the room.
“Wednesday! What the hell was that for?”
“He was getting on my nerves. And to answer your question, yes. I might not use the internet as much, but there was a time where I was exposed to selected animated shows and some video games.” Wednesday quickly turns back to her typewriter, hoping that Enid would not notice the faint flush in her cheeks. Her ears are ringing when she begins typing again, but the words come out as gibberish. Just ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ over and over on the blank page.
“Wednesday.”
“Hmm?”
“Did-did you have a crush on Misa? Is that why you threatened Thing? Because you didn’t want him to tell on you?” The blonde smugly asks, “Were you in love with her?”
Fingers freezing in place, Wednesday curses under her breath.
Taking the silence as a yes, the teasing starts up again. “Oh my god! You totally were!” she giggles out. The sound making Wednesday’s heart stutter.
Oh. Oh no.
She can feel the hair on the back of her neck stand, Enid circling the seer like a hungry wolf stalking its prey. Canines nibble on Wednesday’s earlobe, the ringing in her ears are back. Lightheaded all of a sudden, “Eni—"
A hand grips her shoulder and swivels her chair around. Enid then promptly plops herself onto Wednesday’s lap, placing soft kisses on the underside of her jaw. Causing the latter to sputter, “Wh-What do you think you’re doing?!”
Enid’s arms snake around Wednesday’s shoulders, her lips moving down the seer’s neck. “Hmm? I’m sure you’ve thought about this before.”
“I— hum, uhhh.”
Wednesday prides herself in always having something to say, but the words have abandoned her. Enid’s tongue licks a stripe up her neck, eliciting a groan from the Addams.
“'Unless someone makes the first move, nothing will happen'. Isn’t that what Misa said? So what do you say, roomie? Wanna make something happen?”
Screw sensibilities.
“Mmm, very well.”
A surprised squeal could be heard as Wednesday jostles Enid to properly straddle her on the chair. Writing completely forgotten and hands firmly clutching the wolf’s waist, she tilts her head up. As her lips meet Enid’s, she lets out a contented sigh.
Finally.