Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Helping or Trouble?

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: "Canyou do a Wednesday one-shot where the reader is like us, so she lives in ourworld and is a big Wednesday fan and in some ways, she went to Wednesdays world(the series), and she gets to know all the characters, especially Wednesday andthen they get together ofc. hope this make sense, love you ❤"

A/N: This request was only possible thanks to the help of my brother from another mother @Rhen_Roth. He was the one who gave me the ideas to create this story, and he has some amazing work of his own you should go check out if you haven't already. I love you, big brother ❤️

Warnings: Some things have been changed from the request. This is also a very long chapter, so enjoy. 

Coming home after a long day of school, where you did nothing after dinner except sit in your bed and rewatch the show 'Wednesday' for the 40th time since it came out, was a bit of a loser thing to do. You could call it a bit of an obsession; you instantly fell in love with the show when it came out. You always loved the old Addams family TV show, even managing to get some of the rare comics made from Charles Addams himself at a vintage store or online. 

It was the one hyper fixation you never put away in favour of another. Sure, you had many other TV shows, movies, and series that you enjoyed watching and worming your way into the fandom for. But nothing would top Wednesday. You loved the cast, the director, the story, the mystery, the supernatural. All of it was just so awe-inspiring, which was why you were in school to become a story writer for the media. 

Wednesday had become a comfort show for you. The way the young girl didn't give a shit about fitting into the social norms you had to deal with in your everyday life.  The way she puts herself into dangerous situations and the heart she had, despite hiding it under steel iron walls, made her a person you couldn't help but root for.

Part of your fixation was due to the fact that you had a slight crush on the fictional character and the actress who played her. But you were 17, and this was normal for your age. 

But your back was straining from having lain down in the same space on your bed for so long. So, you got up, stretching your hands up over your head to crack your muscles and loosen them up before you head downstairs for a glass of water. 

"Hey, can you let the dog out on your way past?" Your mother called to you, currently busy cleaning dishes after the tasty dinner she had made for you and your family. 

"Sure." You hummed, deciding to put the drink on the back burner to go over to your dog, a German Shepard, fully grown at the young age of being one year old, whose tail started to wag in excitement as he saw you head over to the door to his favourite place, the backyard.

"Come on, boy!" You beckoned the canine to follow you, who happily zoomed past you the minute you had the door open, nearly knocking himself into the back of your legs to relieve himself and run around daft. 

You chuckled at his enthusiasm, leaning against the doorframe as you felt the air tickle the skin of your cheeks, so you took a deep breath in, inhaling the fresh air. You notice one of the lids to the bins was opened and huff. "Damn raccoons." You mutter under your breath, walking out on the path to close the lid. 

A rush of wind whipped by you in that moment when you secured the top of the bin, a shiver running up your spine as you fought the urge to let your teeth chatter. "Dixon, come on, let's go." You called for your dog, turning your head around, expecting to see him rolling around in the grass and going crazy. 

But he was gone.

"Dixon?" You called again, walking out onto the grass, unsure if he was digging a hole under the fence again to get to the neighbour's yard to get to their dog, a schnauzer mix. "Dixon, come on, bud, it's cold." You added with another sigh of irritation as you looked around for him. You couldn't hear his paws, or his panting breaths or even the silly growls of play he would normally make.