i’m where fun goes to die

She swallows roughly, her throat dry, and her heartbeat rushing through her ears. She can’t catch Enid’s eye, isn’t brave enough to see how she might be feeling, but the words don’t seem to want to stop coming, much as she would love them to right now. “So yes. I missed you. Dreadfully. I hope you can understand why I didn’t feel like I could be the one to try to fix this, though. Reaching out first… It was never truly an option. Not when it could have meant making things more stressful for you, and not when it risked immediate dismissal just because the man you happen to be in love with right now wants nothing to do with me.” Quiet fills the room, the sort that one might stereotypically point out one could hear a pin drop in, though Wednesday’s always despised colloquialisms. She isn’t sure if it’s seconds or hours that passes, time having lost meaning in this rare moment of complete vulnerability. Things speed up rapidly when she hears the bed creak as Enid shifts her position and before Wednesday can brace herself for what’s coming, she feels the werewolf’s arms thrown around her, nearly tackling her back onto the bed with the force of the hug she envelopes her in and it takes all her strength to keep herself upright. She closes her eyes roughly, body tensing initially at the close proximity of another human being. But it’s the same relief she felt the first time they hugged, the same unyielding desire to be close enough to Enid that she could become one with her, the desperate hope that they might melt into each others skin.

I don’t want to only be represented in an off screen potential future. Sure I may prefer it to a queer ship being shut down entirely, but that’s me accepting scraps, not actually being fed the way straight ships get all the time.

“Has anyone ever left Dean’s pack?” The question is meant to deflect from the case for the moment and comes from a genuine curiosity. She spoke of moral conflicts like she had experienced them personally and Wednesday can’t help but want to push further. The silence that follows the question makes her glad she asked and she almost expects Enid to change the subject entirely. “A few,” she says finally, her voice quiet, and her eyes kept on the tea in front of her. “But no one since I joined, so I don’t know too much about it. Dean said they were people who were less… traditional werewolves? They were at conflict with the expectations the pack has, like in choosing mates and stuff, and so they… left to go to more progressive packs. It’s not that uncommon, really. People do it all the time, there’s lots of reasons to not vibe with a pack and want to leave to one you get along with more.” She’s overexplaining and her tone is defensive. The exact signs Wednesday was expecting to prove just how uncomfortable Enid was with the topic. She thinks Dean’s explanation sounds suspicious—she doesn’t think he’d just let people leave his pack to go to some new one without a fight, but she figures it isn’t her place to say so. Instead, she focuses on something she deems more important. “Have you ever wanted to leave?”

I think I'll make it set in the same universe as Moonlit Whispers? Maybe take place a couple years after it. It's been a long time since I've written chapter fics let alone ones connected to each other, so that might be fun to do.

“I wasn’t lying to you. I just… didn’t tell you. It never came up anyway. I didn’t think you’d care how I got here so long as I did. Don’t you usually condone doing whatever is needed to get the case done?” “Lying for necessity is one thing. I don’t usually condone the idea of needing to lie to your loved ones about something as simple as coming out to visit a friend. You didn’t have to bring up the murder if you were worried about his reaction to it.” “I just—I didn’t think it was worth the fight, okay? Dean hates you, he’d never have okayed me even coming out for a simple visit. And, ilke, I get it, I could have said his approval didn’t matter or whatever else, but sometimes I don’t want to fight every hang up a guy has. Lying spared me a major headache.” Wednesday scoffed, lowering her gaze as she responded in a bitter tone. “If he’s such a headache over something that’s ultimately not up to him, maybe you shouldn’t be saying I love you to him.” She glances up to see the wince Enid gives, the werewolf’s gaze moving back to look over the city rather than at Wednesday. “Those words aren’t ones to be given lightly. Dean’s got more red flags than the majority of your exes combined at this point.” “You don’t even know him to have a right to say that kind of thing!” “And whose fault is that?” 

“I want to do another stake out.”

I appreciate the patience that everyone has had with my long gaps lately. Teaching full time again, managing TBI symptoms, and it being the one year anniversary of obtaining said TBI has been killer on my hobbies. Hopefully everyone will enjoy the new chapters when I get them up!