Wednesday Addams Oneshots

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You were pissed, scratch that, you were livid, you were at the Weathervane, minding your own business when you hear the two jerks, Xavier and Tyler, talk vulgarly about your friend Wednesday, their remarks were disgusting, earning sneers and glares from strangers as they spoke loudly, they were currently debating who'd get to date her first as if she was a disposable new trend, as a feminist and a protective friend, as well as having a small crush on the young Addams you couldn't let their behaviour slide.

"Thrope! Galpin!" You catch their attention, and you march up to them, your nostrils flared as your breathing is rapid, your eyes twitching slightly in anger, "What gives you two fucktards the right to objectify Wednesday like some newly cut slab of meat? Do you have any respect for women? Wednesday isn't even interested in you in that way, get a fucking reality check." You hiss at them both, your eyes glaring daggers into their souls.

"Butt out Y/n," Xavier warns me, you scoff, earning a glare from the curly-haired boy, the artist just narrows his eyes on the coffee boy, not even batting an eye in your direction.

"Yeah, listen to your classmate, let the men talk." Tyler sneers at you, a pig-like grin on his face you clench your fist, gritting your teeth at him.

"Like we have anything to talk about, Wednesday is clearly into me." Xavier smiles.

"Dude, no way, Wednesday's given me signals, unlike you. You stalk and draw her, talk about creep alert." He retorts, a smirk on his face, thinking he's won, you pinch the bridge of your nose at their childishness, getting sympathetic stares from the people in the coffee shop as they watch the three of you, wondering what the outcome will be.

"What signals jackass? Her fixing your works cheap-ass coffee machine? Asking you for directions to a train station? Do you just have a thing for any girl that asks simple things when they are lost?" He mocks the normie.

"Oh yeah? Well, I bet I can get Wednesday in bed before she compliments one of your drawings." Tyler says smugly.

"Please," He scoffs, rolling his eyes, "Wednesday needs a man, not a little boy in bed." Xavier taunts, a shit-eating grin on his face, placing his hands in his pockets looking proud of himself. You feel yourself holding back the urge to gag, your anger boiling in the pit of your stomach.

"What the fuck did you both just say?" you growl, your fists clenched tightly, you can hear your jawbone click in place as you clench it. The two boys finally look at you, scowling at you, you turn your attention to the ginger-haired boy who opens his mouth, shoving you slightly.

"Didn't you hear? Just stay the fuck ou-" You swing an unsuspecting right hook his way, shocking him and everyone beside him as a string of gasps is heard, he looks at you, furry in his eyes, "You'll pay for that!" He growls, swinging at you, his form is sloppy you note as you place your palm up in front of his fist, blocking all possible impact as you pull his hand back, hearing a satisfying pop from his now dislocated fingers as he falls to his knees, whimpering in pain.

You then feel a sting on your lip, your vision hazy for a second as your head whips back, you quickly regain focus, ignoring the copper taste on your tongue, making out Xavier in a fighting stance, you ready your fists, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you wait for him to make the next move, he lunges forward, his right fist coming out. You shift your body weight to lean back, your back going low as you doge, his fist perfectly hovering above your face, you then come up, punching him in the gut, and he groans, slumping down, clutching his stomach.

Tyler comes up, messily swinging his good arm over his head to smack you down, he scuffs your shoulder, causing you to reach out as you lift him up by his shirt and torso, slamming him down onto a table, it breaks from the sudden weight. Everyone ooh's but you pay no attention to them as the ringing in your ears is loud from the fury in the pit of your stomach, Xavier grabs you by the collar of your shirt, forcing you to face as he glowers down at your smaller frame.