Wednesday Addams Oneshots

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Requested by Anonymous

Request: "Hi, I just had a thought pop up in my head about a story idea. It's like either Reader or Wednesday are usually seen as scary and all that, but the second they're alone with Wednesday, Reader or with friends, they become just a big baby, enjoy this rose while you do whatever you want."

A/N: Thank you for the rose, it certainly helped motivate me whilst writing this. Also, I hope you like it! 

Wednesday Addams. 

The name could strike fear into any student or Jericho local no matter how you said it. Her name, as well as her family name held power and terror. Anyone in their right mind would walk in the opposite direction of the Raveonette if they were to have the misfortune of crossing her path. 

When a normal person saw the girl, they'd look away, share a few whispers to their friends or family under their breath about how 'freaky; she looked despite her just walking or living her life. 

However, you were different. 

You weren't exactly trying to befriend Wednesday, you just wanted to return her book that had fallen out of her bag when you noticed her attention was occupied speaking to her disembodied hand companion. 

If you had known that by just simply tapping her shoulder, holding the book out to her with a polite friendly smile before leaving to go back to your friends after you did your good deed, you would be in her sights. 

Wednesday wasn't sure if you were blissfully oblivious or if you genuinely didn't care about who she was, given the fact the book she had dropped was on hexes and curses, the dark red colour of the book's leather should've been a dead giveaway to everybody in the nearest vicinity to not pick up something that came from the devil itself. 

But you did, and you did all with a pep in your step and grin on your lips like she was just another girl. 

So of course, in any Addams fashion, she became obsessed with you. She'd stalk you, follow you around, take note of your interests and dislikes, all the while making conversations with you randomly, wanting your attention to be hers and only hers. 

This had worked on you, you were more than happy to accept the goth into your life, even taking the time to do some of her favourite activities like grave digging, morgue examinations, rituals or seances. It was like your extroverted nature had adopted an introvert.

Wednesday had tried to deny her feelings for you were less than platonic for a while, refusing to be a 'lovesick bafoon' like her parents. She had always berated romance, any form of it was just a distraction, a waste of time and too... normal.

She prided herself for always using her head and never her heart. Even though a majority of the time her heart was in unison with her brain, when it came to you, they were at a war. 

Wednesday wanted to touch you, hold you and worst of all... kiss you. She gagged the first time that thought entered her head, her stomach feeling sick and queasy at the image of your soft lips pressing against hers. The way you would do it so tenderly and slowly as if she wasn't a scary masochistic who could bury anybody 6ft under with a simple stare, but rather a young girl who seeked affection and love. 

Coming to terms with her feelings was... well, a struggle. Each time she looked at you all she wanted to do was just word vomit out what was buried beneath her aloof facade, but she was a writer... a damn good one too, so she wasn't going to stand for an 'idiotic' confession. 

So, she put in weeks, and weeks of work on her typewriter trying to come up with something worthy enough of herself but also good enough for you to understand her point of view. By the end of it there were countless numbers of bunched up paper balls at her desk bin by the end of her work, but she was quite happy- no, no, not happy. That is too... sentimental and sappy.