Collection of One Shots (Male Reader x Various)

Camp Fling [Wednesday Addams]

Y/n rolled his eyes as his family got out of the vehicle and made their way over to the group. "I mean, do I have to do this?" Y/n groaned as he watched the other kids laughing and joking with their friends while he just rolled his shoulder, his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

"Well, if you weren't so... Rough... With the other kids in the pack then no, you could have stayed at home," His mother spoke, giving him a not-so-sincere smile. "But you choose not to play nice so we have to do this," She added, patting her son on the back before adjusting his jacket's collar.

"Dad's always saying that us wolves need to play rough every now and then," Y/n shrugged but was met with his mother tightening her grip on his shoulder, the grip almost crushing it.

"Yes, and that's the reason the two of us need to have a talk," His mother mumbled as she looked at her husband with wide eyes. "Playing rough is alright but you, both of you... Should know better than this," She scolded the two of them, causing Y/n to chuckle.

Y/n looked around and just let out a groan as the voices just got louder and louder. "This is torturous," He groaned as he shook his head at the noise.

"Hi," A new voice greeted as three figures joined them. "Don Buckman," The older man introduced himself, shaking Y/n's father's hand. "Isn't this place something else?" He said as he ran his hand through his short brown hair before sliding his hands into his suit pants pocket.

"It sure it," The oldest L/n scoffed as he looked at the rest of the camp.

"It's really exclusive," Don continued with a smile, once again, adjusting his suit like he was trying to prove something. "A kid has to be extra special to get in here," He continued smiling.

"So what? Your wife got your daughter in here?" Y/n asked with an innocent smile, watching the family's faces scrunch up while his father coughed, trying to hide his laugh but Y/n's mother wasn't as appreciative of that, her grip on his shoulder tightening to the point that he felt something pop.

"Our... Um... Our daughter skipped two grades," Don continued boasting.

"Yip, I can see that..."

"Y/n, they meant the other direction," Y/n's father 'whispered'.

"Oh, never mind then," Y/n scoffed and this time he did feel something pop and he just grunted as the pain filled his shoulder for a moment before the bones healed again.

"So, I take it that your son's becoming a comedian?" The mother asked, flicking her hair over he shoulders like some old high school bully in those stupid teenage romance movies, causing both Y/n and his father's face to scrunch up in disgust and confusion, disgust that someone would actually do that and confusion because her hair was so short already.

"No, more like a cage fighter," Y/n's father said without a moment of hesitation before turning to Don. "He could actually show you a thing or two if you like," He suggested, watching their face fill with worry.

"No, we're good thank you..." Don quickly muttered before leading his family away from them.

"Really?" The two men looked at the woman of the house and she wasn't looking very happy with them.

"Just... Trying to make friends..." Y/n tried to argue but he knew it was pointless and just chuckled.

The family continued making their way through the camp, just taking things in and Y/n's parents getting to know more of the other families around the camp while he just zoned out and pretended that none of this was real, hoping that if he believed that enough, he would wake up and this would have just been a very bad dream.