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26112022 - Wednesday (Netflix)
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'Enid's number.' is the first thing she texts as soon as she is back in the cold, comforting embrace of her own quiet bedroom. And, 'Also, Eugene's.'
'Hey to you, too.' comes Xavier's dry reply, followed by a snarky, 'Bold of you to assume I have them.'
Wednesday rolls her eyes and sighs. Boys are so vexing, even those who know the correct way to play hide and seek, and who have good taste in drawing materials. 'I know you have them.'
It takes Xavier a few minutes (too many for Wednesday's liking, she shall have to find an inventive way to torture him for it when school starts again), but he does send the requested numbers. 'Hopefully, this isn't the last time I hear from you,' he follows with, and Wednesday huffs.
'You'll just have to wait and see.'
She saves the two numbers and lays the phone on her desk for the time being.
She has more important things to do, now that she's back home, like catching up on torturing Pugsley (she'd had some new ideas before her parents shipped her off to Nevermore), and seeing to the state of her plants and blades.
She'll text Enid when she'll have the time.
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"You've had my number for a week? Then why haven't you texted until now? Or called? We could have Facetimed."
This is why, Wednesday thinks to herself, though this time, she manages to keep herself from rolling her eyes.
Enid is… Enid. And as much as Wednesday feels like vomiting at the mere sight of all those bright colours, somehow, she doesn't want to see the other girl change. It's annoying.
It's vexing in a whole different way.
"I have been busy," she answers, and it's not a lie, she has been busy with all sorts of things. She's had an idea for another novel, for one thing, and the time to write uninterrupted (with the exceptions of Pugsley's miserable attempts at murder).
Enid hums, like she always does when she doesn't fully believe what Wednesday is saying (so vexing, honestly, when Wednesday speaks nothing but the truth), before she says, "Fine, I guess I'll forgive you this one time," in her sunshiney voice. "But! I will get you at least on Insta once the new semester starts," she adds, and it sounds more like a threat than anything.
Wednesday takes it as a challenge.
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("Can you play me something?"
"Over the phone? At this hour? Who are you and what have you done with Enid?"
"Yeah, yeah, shut up. Most of the family's away for the weekend and it's so quiet around here that I can't sleep. So. Will you?"
"Alright. I guess."
"Yey!")
#Wednesday#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wenclair#xavier thorpe#wednesday netflix#by moi#fic#my fic#2022 fic#wedfic
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Actually getting to WIP Wednesday on time? Hell yeaaaah.
Alex fixes things. This is like… a bridesmaid breaking up with her long term boyfriend during the wedding breakfast. This is like champagne being spilt on a toddler’s head. He goes into problem-solving mode.
“Right, you text your sister, or call her, or speak to her. You clearly need to. Pez is getting here in half an hour, I’m getting drinks for the bride. We know the timings - you don’t need to be square and centre for this. I’m also going to message Bea, if she’s okay with me knowing.” He takes a breath. “We’ll deal with your grandma later.”
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30112022 - Wednesday (Netflix)
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"So, tell me? Are you excited for next week?" Enid asks, and her voice is so… chirpy, Wednesday doesn't know how else to describe it, really, but it's high, and so full of radiance even over the phone, that Wednesday stands up from her desk and goes and curls up in the darkest corner of her room in a pointless attempt at self-preservation.
"What's next week?" she asks, trying to will away the squirmy feeling in her stomach (not one she is accustomed to, though it has happened a few times in the past months).
Enid makes a sound on her end of the line, something between a whine and a growl. It resembles exasperation. (Wednesday will never admit she finds it fascinating.) "School starts next week. We're going to be roommates again!" She pauses, and before Wednesday can say anything, Enid continues, sounding a bit more subdued. "We… are going to be roommates again… right?"
As if there's anyone at that school that Wednesday can tolerate sharing a space with. (As if she'd accept anyone but Enid.) "Probably so," she says in the most nonchalant, 'who cares cause I don't' tone she can muster.
"Yes!" Enid audibly perks up (and damn if Wednesday can't just imagine Enid with a tail wagging in excitement, which is… both disturbing and disturbingly endearing). "Oh and, just fyi," she says, and it sounds like a warning. Wednesday's spine straightens in curiosity. "I will hug you first day back."
Wednesday snorts. "You can try."
#wednesday netflix#Wednesday#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wenclair#by moi#fic#my fic#2022 fic#wedfic
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18122022 - Wednesday (Netflix)
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"Right, so," Wednesday hears one Friday evening as she's tuning her cello out on the balcony outside their shared room. And okay, the fact that, somehow, Enid managed to sneak up on her, even just a little bit, even in the safety of their living space, is enough to make Wednesday grit her teeth and start planning several strategies to keep it from happening again (one of which involves bells around necks, though it's not the most elegant choice).
She rests her fingers against the cello's strings, and turns ever so slightly to give Enid her attention. "Did you need something?"
Enid squirms in her place by the open window, her phone flipping from one hand to the other. Wednesday wonders if it'll eventually fall and crack. Actually hopes for it a little, especially when Enid starts talking. "So I was wondering. I know you don't like social media and you've refused to get on Insta and stuff-"
"I still refuse," Wednesday cuts her off with her most deadpan face. "I find it dull and tedious and lacking in any sort of gratification. That hasn't changed since we met."
"No, I know." Enid comes forward, just a step or two, pushing her hair behind her ear with one hand. She looks… Wednesday doesn't know if she should call it 'nervous', but somewhere in that vicinity. It immediately puts her on edge. "I was just-" Enid tries again, taking a deep breath. "I was just wondering. You won't make an Insta account of your own, but… can I post photos of you on mine?"
Wednesday blinks, once, and raises her eyebrows. "Why?"
It seems that the lack of an instant rejection is enough for Enid, because she walks right up to Wednesday then, and sits down by her chair, a look similar to that of a pleading puppy on her face. "Because we're friends. Like, best friends. And so, I want to post about you sometimes. Only if you're okay with it, that is. I won't if you're not."
And Wednesday knows Enid will back off if she were to say no right now, just like she did with the hugging way back when.
So, she considers it.
In the end, she concedes. But. "On one condition."
Enid perks up, and Wednesday can just imagine a wagging tail swishing wildly behind her. "What condition?"
"I have to approve of the photo first. I will not have you posting anything you feel like without my say so."
Enid nods, smile enormous and blinding even in the semi-darkness of early evening. "Deal! Absolutely!"
"Alright then." Wednesday nods and turns her attention back to her instrument.
"Can I take one while you play?"
And yes, Wednesday is most likely going to regret this. A hundred percent, she's going to regret this. "Fine."
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("You look ethereal."
"...you can post it.")
#wednesday netflix#Wednesday#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wenclair#by moi#fic#my fic#2022 fic#wedfic
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08122022 - Wednesday (Netflix)
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"I feel like I might throw up," she says, queasiness spreading and climping up her throat with every passing heartbeat. "Ugh, yuck…"
Wednesday perks up on her side of the room, eyebrows high on her forehead, and even in her sorry state, Enid can read the sudden interest on her face. "Oh? Do you need help with that? I know several way to induce-"
"Nope!" Enid cuts her off, because good God, she does not need to hear that right now. "No. Thanks. But I would rather not." She takes a breath, trying to swallow down the nausea, and suddenly, the entire room starts spinning around her. Dammit. "I would really rather not. I hate throwing up, it always leaves me feeling like death warmed over."
"That sounds quite lovely, actually," Wednesday says in her usual, morbid tone, and if Enid were anyone else, she might find it weird as all hell. Well, she does find it weird as all hell, but she's gotten used to Wednesday saying stuff like that, so.
Enid whimpers. "Not to me," she whines, closing her eyes against the burn of despairing tears. "And you'll be the one cleaning up the mess if I do throw up, just fyi."
There's a soft sigh from the other side of the room, followed by the rustling of moving cloth, before an icy cold hand touches Enid's forehead. It pulls another whimper from her, but it feels wonderful on her overly warm skin. "You do look awful," Wednesday says quietly from where she sits on the very edge of Enid's bed (and when did she even get there? she was on the other side of the room, wasn't she? Enid's pretty sure she was). "What can I do to help? Shall I fetch the school nurse?"
And yeah, that would probably be a good idea.
Except.
"In a minute. Just. Can you stay like that for a bit? Your hand feels really nice."
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07122022 - Wednesday (Netflix)
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"You're not sleeping in my bed."
Enid whines softly, putting on her best pleading face (which is top-notch, if she does say so herself). "Come on, Wednesday. My bed is ruined, and it's too late at night to request a new one. You'd really leave your best friend to sleep on the cold, hard ground?"
Obviously, it's all a tiny bit of an exaggeration.
Well… Kind of.
The bed's frame croaked, and crumbled on one side when Enid threw herself too enthusiastically on it earlier, and now, the only way she's going to sleep in it is if she ties herself to the mattress so she doesn't slide off.
She could always go have a sleepover at Yoko's again, but…
Enid shakes her head. No. No, I'm sleeping here tonight. She won't actually turn me away. …I don't think. No, she won't. She won't.
"...Fine," Wednesday mutters with such a put-upon sigh that Enid knows it's just for show. "But only for tonight. I can take so much of your teeth-gnashing up close and personal."
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05122022 - Wednesday (Netflix)
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It's well past midnight, and she's been tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep for well over an hour now.
It's too quiet.
Even in this big house that groans and moans, and creaks with every gust of wind, even with the shrieks and growls coming from the graveyard outback and the forest beyond, and even with the loud grandfather clock ticking time away in the corner of her room, Wednesday still finds it all irritably quiet.
And it's vexing, because she would have thought, finally being back in her own bedroom, in her own space, after so long, finally being able to enjoy peaceful solitude… She'd have thought she would sleep like the dead now. She craves it.
But still, something feels… off.
When the clock strikes two, there's a distant howl, a lone, drawn-out one, and Wednesday gets out of bed and walks to her open window. The moon, when she looks up at it, is only barely waning. (It's only been three days since it was full and bloody and just perfect for summoning the dead.)
And ah.
Ah, yes.
That is what is missing, yes. The gnashing of teeth and fangs, the sleepy snuffles from across the room, the whines in the throes of nightmares.
Because though Wednesday is loath to admit, she's gotten used to a new sort of lullaby.
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wip weds??
Thank you to @kiwiana-writes, @ships-to-sail, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @suseagull04! I honestly haven't done an awful lot of work on either WIP due to the horrors, but here's two for the price of one.
Buffyverse:
“So what’s the plan when you get him free?” June wants to know. “Because I don’t know about vampires, but I get a little cranky when I’ve not fed at all.”
“You should know,” Pez points out. “You kill enough of them.”
“Watch it,” says Nora ominously. Her dark eyes are cloudy, and, Alex notices nervously, so are the skies above them.
Wedfic:
putting old enmity to the side and reaching across the divide today. let me know if you want updates? ps you know i hate to say it but henry is killing it at this wedding
She doesn’t reply. Then the bride spills her drink and there’s ten minutes of Alex inspecting the dress to make sure no bubbles have stained the hem. When Grace confesses Sophia hasn’t eaten yet today, Alex volunteers to go and grab the breakfast they’ve paid for, but there’s a knock at the door and Henry sweeps in pushing - of all things - a gold-and-glass cart with cloches galore.
There’s croissant and Danishes and a dish of fruit cut into stars and hearts and other whimsical shapes. Sophia almost starts to cry, and while Alex rushes forward with a tissue he catches Henry’s eye and winks.
Henry blushes and walks into the doorframe.
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seven sentences on sunday
Is it Buffyverse? Is it wedfic? No, it's a prequel to every tale condemns me for a villain which I wrote in one day last week. Thank you so much for the tags, @kiwiana-writes and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf!
r/EverythingToWin
Did Alex go too far against Gary tonight? [97 comments]
Gary reminds me of my Pop-pop [06 comments]
I want to be Violetta when I grow up [03 comments]
Jethro and Ahe are catching on about Alex! [45 comments]
Is this really Alex’s Twitter account? [30 comments]
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Comments under the Everything to Win liveblog, episode 4:
@murphyK: absolutely cannot stand Alex, he’s got them all dnaicng to his tune and it;s sickening
@Merlin_Hat: disagree! He said he didn’t want to sabotage the mission, and it was Gary’s failing
@murphyK: Um, did you even WACTH the show? Gayr said it was a test in the conessional!
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wip wed ness day
BEEN A WHILE, hasn't it. Well, today is Wedfic day, in honour of our wedding photos arriving in eight days.
It’s not just about family members trying to join the band onstage or her sister’s bridesmaid dress getting tangled in her own wheels, it’s about Mary’s iron grip on the hall she owns and the staff she thinks she does. They’re family. Alex used to roll his eyes because it seemed like they were pretending they weren’t for brochures, but he’s been pretty lucky in terms of relatives. Oscar and Leo get along. Abuela never asked him to pretend to be anything else. When June and Nora started dating, she’d urged June to marry her and get some more brains in the family. Mary sounds like she wants to crush the life out of her grandchildren, the same way she crushed it out of her daughter.
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WIP Wednesday + Last Sentence Lundi
Tagged by the marvellous folk of @clottedcreamfudge, @cha-melodius, @daisymae-12 and @kiwiana-writes!
This is a C-C-C-COMBOOOO because I am now on page... 5? Of the wedfic, but I have one Christmassy fic planned, another one that's a present, and I have to write a chapter of yet another project for ANOTHER Christmas present.
“I may retire to toast the happy couple with Henry,” Pez says grandly. “But I’m a professional, Alex. Until 9.30pm, I’m Percy and he’s Henry. At 9.31, we transform into Auntie Pezza and his best mate Hazza.”
“He lets you call him Hazza?” Alex asks mildly. “And nobody explodes in a shower of puffed-up pride?”
“Special dispensation,” Pez replies, airily. “It’s what happens when you’re thrust together in a tiny private school from age 11.”
Alex tries to imagine strait-laced, buttoned-up Henry being relaxed enough to enjoy being called any kind of nickname. He can only picture it when Henry has his jacket off and tie loosened, and even then it’s a stretch. Before his mind can drift to anything else - not that it would, why would it? He’s straight, he can appreciate male beauty, that’s all - Alex shakes his head.
As you can tell... we're early on.
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Quick plan for last day off tomorrow
Make cookie dough, freeze most of it
Bring up box from conservatory and put more books on shelf
Take off nail polish, shape nails, put on new nail polish
Go for a walk
Make lunch for both of us
Write more wedfic/start vampire fic/headlines fic/strictfic
Start new book (can’t do this, wrong book)
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7, 12, 28, 29 for the author end of the year asks!
7. What’s the story or fic that you’re most excited to work on or share next year?
Wedfic! Is there a title? No! Is there a coherent plot? We’re halfway there! Am I excited to put in actual details from my actual wedding? Hell yeah!
12. What fic have you spent the most time on?
Undoubtedly Cold Cases, Lost Causes. That was a monster. My longest fic this year at 33k words (yes I know that’s not many by other standards), it also had the most difficult plot to wrestle with. I always wanted it to feel closer to realism than some of my other stuff, I wanted the reader to feel the wet of Seattle streets and the crowding claustrophobia of the city. The chapters took a lot longer than Ghosted, which was set in the UK (so a LOT more familiar to me) and also dealt more with metaphysical stuff where I could make up my own rules.
28. What is your favorite story or chapter title you came up with this year?
Two chapter titles - I really like coming up with chapter titles, even if story titles are extremely difficult. One was ‘Psychopomp and Circumstance’. I mean, it reads like an Only Connect Missing Vowels question. The other was ‘Facetime with my Mom tonight’ in Cold Cases, Lost Causes. It was a very angsty fic, why not lighten it up with a bit of Bo Burnham?
29. What was the funniest comment or piece of feedback that you received?
“We can have a little Alex as a Santa fucker. As a holiday treat.” - comment by @smc-27 on Haphazard Greetings.
“everyone should know about bread sauce, thank you for this evangelism” - @dumbpeachjuice on Elf and Safety
Ask me more!
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for the WIP ask game!!
loving everything you've shared for Wedfic so far, so that one if you want to share any more about it! OR... buffyverse? ❤️
Wedfic my beloved <3
At my own wedding, the glorious @clottedcreamfudge (matron of honour, The Slutty Bridesmaid at her own insistence) warned me the setting would inspire AUs. She didn't say they'd be mine!
Bea is going to play a larger part in wedfic than anticipated. A LOT of the people working in the wedding industry are women. I needed a reason she wouldn't be there to zip the bride into her dress. The reason also leads in to why Mary is terrible and how Alex and Henry first team up.
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Last of Lines
Thanks @clottedcreamfudge, @kiwiana-writes and @cha-melodius!
It’s silly, but I’ve swapped WIPs due to needing to write Christmassly, and I didn’t do Seven Sentence Sunday because it was another fic than wedfic. Still. Here is a line for a Christmas RWRB story.
“Sam gave you a hat. We’re jolly Christmas elves. Put it on.”
An open tag to all of you who wish to partish! That’s a new phrase I just made up. Partish = short for participate.
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seven sentence sunday
--is cancelled this week, hence posting on a Monday, because I have written barely anything and don't want to give you the whole fic in sentence fragments.
I am reading and LOVING all your stuff! Fingers crossed I can get this next Christmas one published... before Christmas proper. Thank you for the tags @affectionatelyrs, @suseagull04, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @inexplicablymine, @kiwiana-writes, and thanks for the other game tags @orchidscript, @rmd-writes and @cha-melodius!
Wedfic is really lagging behind because we've had some sad news about two of our suppliers and it's making me upset to think about whenever I open up the document. (One was ill before the wedding and one has gotten very ill after, to the point her duties are being taken up by a friend of hers in a similar business.) Christmasfic is lagging because Christmas is bearing down on me like a heavy weight, and I have not managed to read basically anything recently apart from @dumbpeachjuice's truly excellent The Tea Shop on Verbena Street and @clottedcreamfudge's Advent Jukebox.
Please send me any fic that's come out recently that has made you go 'FUCK YEAH THIS IS WHAT IT'S ABOUT'!
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