Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Can You Hold My Hand? Pt.2✍️📜

Thank you to @Browser95 for helping me with the new version of this re-write.

"Would you like more bread dear?" Mrs Addams asks me, I politely decline with a small shake of my head at the older woman, a small smile on my face. 

"No thank you, Mrs Addams, I really should be going soon," I tell her with an apologetic tone in my voice as I see her expression falter at the mention of my absence. She nods solemnly, putting her smile back on her face as she looks at me with a motherly fondness. 

"Very well then, it was lovely having you join us dear," she says warmly as her husband gives me a big cheesy grin of agreement to his wife's words. 

"Thank you for having me," I tell the family sincerely as I stand up from my seat, giving a look to Wednesday who reads a bored, neutral expression, "I'll see you in class," I say more softly and quietly, she gives me a curt head nod as her response before I leave the table, planning on heading straight to Principal Weems as she would have hunted me down sooner or later, I honestly wanted to get everything out of the way right now. 

"Wait! Y/n!!" Pugsley's voice manages to reach my ears as I am quite a bit away from his family's table, I stop, turning around to face him with a smile as he catches up to me, standing in front of me as I must look down at his smaller, boyish frame. "I have something for you," he pants out, fumbling around in his pockets for something, "Give me a minute please," he pleads with me politely and I comply, the small smile still on my face by how cute he was, I felt like a big sister to him. 

He then digs out the detonator he was telling me about earlier, and hands me the clacker with a wide grin on his lips, "Is this the replica one you were talking about before?" I ask him as I take the gift with caution and gratitude. I felt a little emotional, I had never been gifted anything without having to earn it, but I took a deep breath, wanting to keep myself in check. 

"Yeah!" He confirms ecstatically, "I wanted you to have it," he tells me honestly. I could tell he was serious by the way he put his hands in his pockets so I couldn't give it back to him, "Besides my family, you're the only other person who listened to me rant about my mines, so I wanted to thank you," he says sweetly. I almost felt myself get choked up, but I pushed it back. 

"Are you sure?" I double-check with him, holding the object in my hands delicately in case he changes his mind and wants it back. 

"Of course I am!" He assures me with a loud boom in his voice, which reminded me of his father whenever he spoke, "I really want you to have this Y/n," he seemed to have noticed my hesitance in accepting the detonator and wanted to comfort me, and it worked. 

"Thank you, Pugsley," I say, my voice a quiet softness, showing my appreciation with just those three words, but I didn't feel like that was enough, so I add, "I'll treasure this, I think I can find a good spot on my shelf for this." I'm then engulfed in the tightest hug I've ever received, it made me squeak quietly in surprise, to which he lessens his grip, but keeps me in his embrace, and I wrap my arms back around him, patting his back slowly. 

"You know, you're really cool Y/n, I'm glad you headbutted that weird stern deer man," he tells me, and I laugh loudly, an insult to my father would always amuse me. He lets go of me, giggling once he sees me enjoying his comment as I ruffle up his hair affectionately. 

"I'm glad I did it too," I smile at him, before I feel a gentle, yet firm hand place itself on my shoulder from behind, making me turn around to come face to face with Principal Weems and Sheriff Galpin on her right, so I greet the pair with a polite head nod before turning back to Pugsley. "I need to go now, but if I see you around tomorrow, I'll come to say hi," I tell him as I pat his shoulder for the last time before leaving with the two authority figures, ready to explain my disastrous life to the pair.