WENDY WATSON. ♥_♥
One day 
omphale sat me down at her old apartment in disgust when she realized that I had never seen Middleman. So I willing sat, because O usually has pretty good taste on these things, you know? And then I feel hopelessly in love with Wendy Watson. I'd attempt to tell you WHY she is so mindnumbingly wonderful, but I suspect it would just devolve into heart eyes. Actually, just go read this and then come back and flail with me about the AWESOMENESS that is Wendy Fucking Watson. \0/(For 14valentines Day 5: Sexuality.)
Rite of Passage by
trascendenza (Wendy/Lacey/Noser, G)
"So," Wendy said, staring at the ceiling, Noser and Lacey on either side of her on the bed. "Are we blaming this on the three bottles of mediocre-yet-suitably-cheap-so-as-not-to-cross-the-line-to-bourgeois white wine or some sort of pre-mid-life crisis that simultaneously inspired the three of us to broaden our sexual horizons in this wanton yet oddly organized fashion?"
Make a Feast Out of Trouble by voleuse (Wendy/Lacey, PG-13)
"If I ever become a pretentious jerkwad," Lacey said, "you can lock me in the freezer of that Carl's Jr. across the street."
"If I ever become a pretentious jerkwad," Wendy said, "you can set me on fire."
They shook hands on it, then spat on the ground to seal the agreement.
The Ursine Therianthrope Divination by
kaneko (gen, Middleman/Roxy, PG)
"A prophecy?" Wendy said. "A prophecy where I'm dead?"
"Angels of Harlem, Roxy!" the Middleman said. He sounded appalled. "If I'd known this was going to be your intel, I'd have- well, I wouldn't have said, 'Please listen carefully, Dubbie'!"
The Juice Box (Truth Bomb) Debacle by cereal (Wendy/Middleman, PG-13)
The things revealed in the first several moments are:
Wendy is wearing the same underwear today that she wore yesterday.
This has nothing to do with sex.
Lacey has taken the plastic tubing from the back of the dryer for a robot costume to protest the automation of apple-picking.
The Middleman does not launder his own underwear.
Boxers. White or blue.
The Middleman's dry cleaner, an older man named Tsung, starches The Middleman's underwear.
Wendy thinks this explains things.
Untitled Life Crossover Ficlet by
omphale (Dani/Wendy, PG)
She orders a glass of tea and watches the game, until someone drops into the seat next to her and orders a glass of milk. Dani glances over, surprised, and the girl gives her half a smirk. "Don't ask. Somebody got me started on it, and now it feels a little weird to order beer. Besides, I'm on call. Never know when someone will need saving."
Dani asks, because someone has to make up for her partner's complete failure at social cues. "Med student?"
The Unexpected Hypnobear Imprisonment by entangled_now (gen, PG-13)
"Hypnobears?" There's a certain dubious quality to the word which she can't help, because really, really?
"The terror of five galaxies!" the Middleman even raises his voice a little there.
Wendy raises a dubious eyebrow instead.
"Who those guys?"
we're the umbrella (in a rain of fire) by _seven_crows (gen, PG-13)
"Hm? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." He looks back at the entrance, and then at Wendy. "I suppose the impending apocalypse - doomsday, rather - and the fact that we're stuck in here and our only hope lies with Lacey and Noser getting us out in time to keep the black-hole generator from sucking the entire solar system into a supermassive point of singularity..." He pauses, and shakes his head. "And now I've lost my train of thought."
"Understandably. Look, just - calm down, okay? Sit down, calm down, take a chill pill, whatever. Deep breaths, be calm like lakewater, just - something. You're kinda starting to freak me out, here."
The Hazarian Authorian Interference (Or how the Middleman was bookblocked) by medie (crossover with Murder She Wrote, gen, G)
"Right," Wendy agreed. "Look, she's okay. The scaly-what's-it got its autograph and you said that its tentacle would grow back. So everything is coming up aces, right?"
The Middleman sighed, sitting down. "That's not the point, Dubby. It's - I've had such a tremendous amount of respect and admiration for your aunt. The one time I finally have an opportunity to meet her and express said admiration and what happens? A near miss with another apocalypse ruins the whole goshdarn thing." He harrumphed and folded his arms.
The Jessica Rabbit Cascade Effect by
blackeyedgirl (Wendy, PG-13)
"Well, Dubbie, it's an… an erotic pleasure device, designed specifically for the… female anatomy which, when activated-."
Ida cuts him off. "It's a vibrator. And don't play dumb with me, missy, I've seen what you do with yourself on your nights off."
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omphale sat me down at her old apartment in disgust when she realized that I had never seen Middleman. So I willing sat, because O usually has pretty good taste on these things, you know? And then I feel hopelessly in love with Wendy Watson. I'd attempt to tell you WHY she is so mindnumbingly wonderful, but I suspect it would just devolve into heart eyes. Actually, just go read this and then come back and flail with me about the AWESOMENESS that is Wendy Fucking Watson. \0/(For 14valentines Day 5: Sexuality.)
Rite of Passage by
trascendenza (Wendy/Lacey/Noser, G)
"So," Wendy said, staring at the ceiling, Noser and Lacey on either side of her on the bed. "Are we blaming this on the three bottles of mediocre-yet-suitably-cheap-so-as-not-to-cross-the-line-to-bourgeois white wine or some sort of pre-mid-life crisis that simultaneously inspired the three of us to broaden our sexual horizons in this wanton yet oddly organized fashion?"
Make a Feast Out of Trouble by voleuse (Wendy/Lacey, PG-13)
"If I ever become a pretentious jerkwad," Lacey said, "you can lock me in the freezer of that Carl's Jr. across the street."
"If I ever become a pretentious jerkwad," Wendy said, "you can set me on fire."
They shook hands on it, then spat on the ground to seal the agreement.
The Ursine Therianthrope Divination by
kaneko (gen, Middleman/Roxy, PG)
"A prophecy?" Wendy said. "A prophecy where I'm dead?"
"Angels of Harlem, Roxy!" the Middleman said. He sounded appalled. "If I'd known this was going to be your intel, I'd have- well, I wouldn't have said, 'Please listen carefully, Dubbie'!"
The Juice Box (Truth Bomb) Debacle by cereal (Wendy/Middleman, PG-13)
The things revealed in the first several moments are:
Wendy is wearing the same underwear today that she wore yesterday.
This has nothing to do with sex.
Lacey has taken the plastic tubing from the back of the dryer for a robot costume to protest the automation of apple-picking.
The Middleman does not launder his own underwear.
Boxers. White or blue.
The Middleman's dry cleaner, an older man named Tsung, starches The Middleman's underwear.
Wendy thinks this explains things.
Untitled Life Crossover Ficlet by
omphale (Dani/Wendy, PG)
She orders a glass of tea and watches the game, until someone drops into the seat next to her and orders a glass of milk. Dani glances over, surprised, and the girl gives her half a smirk. "Don't ask. Somebody got me started on it, and now it feels a little weird to order beer. Besides, I'm on call. Never know when someone will need saving."
Dani asks, because someone has to make up for her partner's complete failure at social cues. "Med student?"
The Unexpected Hypnobear Imprisonment by entangled_now (gen, PG-13)
"Hypnobears?" There's a certain dubious quality to the word which she can't help, because really, really?
"The terror of five galaxies!" the Middleman even raises his voice a little there.
Wendy raises a dubious eyebrow instead.
"Who those guys?"
we're the umbrella (in a rain of fire) by _seven_crows (gen, PG-13)
"Hm? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." He looks back at the entrance, and then at Wendy. "I suppose the impending apocalypse - doomsday, rather - and the fact that we're stuck in here and our only hope lies with Lacey and Noser getting us out in time to keep the black-hole generator from sucking the entire solar system into a supermassive point of singularity..." He pauses, and shakes his head. "And now I've lost my train of thought."
"Understandably. Look, just - calm down, okay? Sit down, calm down, take a chill pill, whatever. Deep breaths, be calm like lakewater, just - something. You're kinda starting to freak me out, here."
The Hazarian Authorian Interference (Or how the Middleman was bookblocked) by medie (crossover with Murder She Wrote, gen, G)
"Right," Wendy agreed. "Look, she's okay. The scaly-what's-it got its autograph and you said that its tentacle would grow back. So everything is coming up aces, right?"
The Middleman sighed, sitting down. "That's not the point, Dubby. It's - I've had such a tremendous amount of respect and admiration for your aunt. The one time I finally have an opportunity to meet her and express said admiration and what happens? A near miss with another apocalypse ruins the whole goshdarn thing." He harrumphed and folded his arms.
The Jessica Rabbit Cascade Effect by
blackeyedgirl (Wendy, PG-13)
"Well, Dubbie, it's an… an erotic pleasure device, designed specifically for the… female anatomy which, when activated-."
Ida cuts him off. "It's a vibrator. And don't play dumb with me, missy, I've seen what you do with yourself on your nights off."
You can come and talk to me at Dreamwidth too!