sorry for the delay but netflix took off taf2, where i get a lot of my inspiration from and it finally got back on. i hope this all makes sense...
"So… your mom isn't cooking?"
"Mother never cooks. Besides, Cousin Itt is coming over and he likes to cook for us." October said, touching a cotton ball to Bradley's arm. "I told you to move out of the way of my mother."
"I really thought she was going to stop."
"My mother never stops. Please take her seriously. Uncle Pubert is a little different, since he has my grandfather's sense of humor, so I'm told, but my mother is not so… casual."
"She seems rigid as hell."
"She's just practical."
"I can see why she scared my mother."
"Your mother seems easily frightened. There."
Bradley looked at his arm and smiled.
"Thanks… So… was that an invite to dinner or was your mom just trying to scare me?"
"I'll have to double check."
"October?" The door opened and Joel walked in. "Oh, are you alright, kid?"
"Fine, thank you. Um, I'm Bradley Buckman-Smythe." He said, holding out his hand.
Joel took it. "Joel Glicker. So you're the two-namer… I'm sure Cousin Itt will be delighted to meet your acquaintance."
"Cousin… Itt?"
"Herman and Allie are coming as well. Dress nice…" Joel looked Bradley up and down. "Dress him up."
He left as Bradley looked at October.
"Who's Cousin Itt?"
"A cousin, of course. Come on, I have to get you some proper attire. We don't wear these types of clothes to the dinner table… especially if Cousin Itt is coming to treat us."
October got up and motioned for him to follow her.
"I'm really confused about all of this. I mean, I just came over to get some clarity on that darkness thing you said. I still have to call my mom and let her know I'm here if I'm going to be staying for dinner and if you need me to change clothes, I can just go get some of my own."
"Nonsense, we have some you can use. Finding the right size will be iffy…" She opened a cabinet and coughed at the dust flying everywhere. "Let's see… I think we have some of my grandfather's old clothes in here… He was always very particular."
Bradley looked around the house and marveled at the intricacies and oldness of it. It was like walking into a museum but at the same time, it was as if the house were constantly themed.
"Let's see… Uncle Fester's summer wardrobe…" October threw a large duffle bag of clothing behind her. "Uncle Fester's winter wardrobe…" She threw another duffle bag behind her. She suddenly gasped, making Bradley turn to her. "Uncle Fester! How long have you been in there?"
"Since that party last year…" he said, stepping out of the closet and wiping himself off. "Cousin Itt and I were in an extreme game of hide and seek and he left me here. There's no lock on the inside."
"Uh, well, Mother will be delighted that you are alright. Dementia will be as well. She sorely has missed you."
"Thanks, Wednesday."
"I'm October."
"I'm Fester. See ya."
Bradley watched the bald man walk out of the closet and out of the room. He turned to October, who didn't seem fazed about it at all.
"You do realize a man was just in your guys' closet?"
"At least it was a man this time."
Bradley didn't even want to know what that meant when October finally found what she was looking for.
"Ha, here it is." She pulled out the garment bag and walked over to the bed, laying it out and opening the zipper. "My grandfather's clothing."
Bradley was surprised at the pristine condition of the clothing.
"Wow… whoa, is that real silk?"
"Like I said, Grandfather was particular. He was a man of spontaneity and often had slight themes to his attire. This is what I call, The Matador. Do you know how to put on a three piece suit? And an ascot?"
"I think I can figure the three piece suit out… You guys get this fancy for dinner?"
"Dinner is a special time. Besides, Cousin Itt likes to feel like he's at a restaurant and we oblige him." October began to leave. "Scream if you need anything."
Bradley looked at the outfit and made a face but began to put the clothing on.
October knocked on her parent's door and Joel opened it.
"Yes?"
"Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Joel closed the door and began to walk with his daughter.
"Dad, how did you know you liked Mom?"
"Your mother? Well, I saw her at first when we were at Camp Chippewa. She stood out from all the other fancy, blonde girls that were there, so droll and in black pigtails. She was an angel to me… Why do you ask?"
"Mother says that I need to ask you about matters of the heart since you have one."
Joel smirked. "Ah, well I can see her saying that."
"Dad, I… I think I might actually have feelings for Bradley. I mean, the spell wore off but his hair is still black."
"That doesn't really mean anything, October. Your mother just thinks all people with blonde hair have issues after what happened to Pubert that one time when Uncle Fester married Debbie. By the way, thanks for finding him, Dementia was so happy when we told her he was found."
"But that's the thing, Dad. I cursed him to have black hair and quack like a duck but the quacking went away. His hair is now naturally black… doesn't that account for anything?"
"Hmm. That's something you'll have to ask Ma-Ma about since she's the one who gave it to you. I personally think he's a nice fellow and he seems to be alright with us. I think if he passes the Cousin Itt test then he will fit right in. What did you get him to wear anyway?"
"One of Grandfather's old outfits."
"I hope your mother doesn't get offended… I guess it wouldn't be too bad since she'll just take it out on me. Hmm… we haven't made angry love in a long time."
"Dad."
"Sorry. Either way, I think he'll be fine and if you like him, there's no reason you can't be with him. He just can't reject the family. Even if your mother isn't too keen on him, I'm not as demented as she is and neither is Ma-Ma. We both have some practicality and I think Ma-Ma would know if he were a threat."
"Yeah… Thanks, Dad."
"Sure thing."
October started walking back towards the room she had lent Bradley.
"No! No, don't you dare do that!" Bradley hissed into the phone.
"I'm coming over there to get you. How could you do that to me? I told you not to mess with them and now you're going to have dinner with them? What if they poison you? What if they try to torture you and kill you?"
"They're weird, Mom, not murderers."
"How do you know?"
"They just dress in black and have a pretty cool house and are a bit odd but that doesn't mean anything."
"I'm coming over there with your father."
"Mom, don't, please."
The phone suddenly got taken from Bradley's hand and he turned back to see Wednesday holding it up to her ear. He had to say, if October's mother looked this hot, then he wondered what October what look like.
"Greetings, Amanda Buckman." Bradley heard the scream from where he was. "I'm delighted to hear from you as well. If you insist on coming, we'll make sure to leave a spot for you and Mr. Buckman at the table. Dress your finest; we don't allow casualty when Cousin Itt comes to visit. Oh, and you did have your vaccines recently, right? Hello? Hmm, must have hung up."
Wednesday handed the phone back to Bradley and he took it, in awe of her. Wednesday took in the two-namer and noticing his black hair, reached out and touched it with her black painted finger tips.
"I see you have changed your hair."
"Actually, October did that. When she made me quack like a duck it left this behind."
"Or did it?" Wednesday said, looking past him at the outfit on the bed. "That outfit, it was my father's."
"October took it out for me… I won't wear it if you don't want me to."
Wednesday caught his blue eyes in hers and looked at him, making him very uncomfortable. Eventually she reached out and touched her finger under his chin. She moved his head around and lifted an eyebrow. She then turned and began to leave.
"Please be careful with the suit, it's made of very fine silk and tailored to perfection. I would hate to know you've ruined it." She stopped at the door. "After all, he's buried right outside and that was his favorite suit. I wouldn't want him to be angry with you."
Bradley's eyes widened and she left the room, smiling for a second and then went to find Joel.
When she finally found him, she grabbed his throat and pushed him onto the bed.
"Wenz?" he asked.
"How could you let our daughter keep him here and then allow her to use my father's suit? How disloyal, how horrible, how insatiable."
Joel's eyes widened and he smiled, taking off his glasses and looking up at her.
"Cara mia…"
"Mon cher…"
"Do you want to hurt me, my love?"
"I want to do lots and lots of things to you, Joel Glicker."
She ripped off his jacket and his shirt, putting her hands on his bare flesh. Joel unzipped the back of Wednesday's dress and pulled it forward so that she could slip out of it. She easily did and then stood up so that it dropped to the floor and she also went to the door, locking it. She stood in front of him in black bra and panties and had locked him in. He wasn't sure what she was going to do to him as he sat up.
"I was surprised you almost defeated me today in our little sword game. It was so unlike you. You were poised, ready to defend, so gallant; I wanted you then. Do you want me, Joel?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"Then crawl on your hands and knees to me, Glicker. I want to see you beg. Plead with me and accept your punishment for letting October take out my father's clothing to let that odd boy into our home."
"Odd? We're ones to talk…" he mumbled as he did as Wednesday had asked him. "Why are you calling him odd?"
"He has a darkness in him and yet still retains that goody-two shoes mentality. The balance is odd." Joel made his way to her legs, kissing them as he trailed up her body. "I can't figure out if I want to study him or do an autopsy on him."
"Study me, Wednesday…" Joel mumbled under his kisses on her stomach and going up. "Your eyes and thoughts should only be on *me*, cara mia."
When he got to her neck, Wednesday put her hand in front of his face and pushed him down to the ground again. He started up the other side of her as she thought for a second.
"Joel?"
"Yes?"
"I inadvertently invited Sarah Miller to our party tonight."
"Are you scared?"
"Of course not, I'm delighted, but I just don't know what to do with her yet."
"How about asking Itt to make us a turkey dinner? You know, to celebrate our "brotherhood"." Joel said, mocking the play of their youth.
"Too simple."
"I think being your normal self will be just fine. Nothing fancy. That's all it took before and you trying too hard hurts my feelings."
"Does it?"
"Indeed." He stopped at her breasts and looked up at her. "It makes me feel like you've lost confidence in yourself and who is supposed to torture me if not you?"
"True. It's hard to enjoy watching you squirm when I try too hard…" Joel finally made it back up to her neck and she grabbed his face in her fingers. "How much do you love me, Joel?"
"More than anything."
"Would you do anything for me?"
"Anything."
"Would you die for me?"
"Of course."
"Promise?"
"I've survived two death attempts already, Wenz."
"Would you survive two more?"
"I would rake my body over hot fiery coals and broken glass and then jump into the salt filled ocean for you."
"That can be arranged." She said with a fire in her eyes.
"Cara mia, please let me kiss you and caress you. I can't stand it anymore."
"Are you in pain my love?"
"Excruciatingly so."
"Good." She said, pushing him down to the floor one more time. "I don't know what I want to do for your punishment…"
"This is punishment enough."
"Nonsense: you haven't screamed for me yet."
Until Wednesday thought up a better way to torture her husband, poor Joel was left with the insatiably sensual duty of kissing her from her legs to her head, hoping for the reward of her lips.
lemme just... try to explain their love. unlike gomez/morticia's love, which was a deep and soul binding type, joel/wenz love each other but in a very domineering way. wenz has always been that way to me, very domineering and she enjoys seeing people be beneath her. in the movie, one of the last lines joel asks her is about if a man loved her with adoring admiration and such what would she do. her response was pity him. to me, joel is the best of both worlds: he keeps her grounded but is not afraid to let her take the lead in sexual games. he enjoys her being happy and being in control makes her happy and she enjoys pitying him.
with that said, this dinner will be interesting in the least. we got all of itts family coming AND the buckmans? oh dear...
ps: the uncle/wardrobe thing has been sitting on the shelf waiting to be used, sorry
