Request: Could you do something where Debbie gets obsessed with the reader, and is her normal, extramly unhinged mildly murderous self, and reader is like straight up getting thr gets for her? Like she pulls a gun on them and reader is ready to do the most insane shit imaginable becuse they find her so hot and think its foreplay basically- LIKE...GOMEZ LEVELS INLOVE WITH HER BUT DIFFRENT!? YOU KNOW???
Warnings: swearing, attempted murder
I walked into the house, dodging the anvil and sidestepping the laser trigger. Debbie stood on the stairs, a scowl on her face. I smiled up at her as I made my way over.
"Hello darling." I said, wrapping my arms around her waist. She turned her head when I went to kiss her. I ended up kissing her cheek instead. "You really are becoming predictable you know."
"That's because I'm being obvious." She muttered, moving away from me. I shook my head and headed to the bedroom. "Could you please grab me that book I was reading? I was thinking of sitting out by the pool some.” I nodded as I opened the door. I grabbed the book and started out to the deck.
“here you are my love.” I murmured as I handed her the book and kissed her temple.
“How are you not dead?” Debbie moaned. She put the book to the side, careful not to touch the spine. Thorns lined the leather, one dripping with my blood.
“whatever do you mean?” I asked. Debbie pointed towards the book.
“poison you dipshit!” She cried. I shrugged and sucked on my injured finger.
“so that’s what that delightful feeling is.” I said. “Do tell. Is it arsenic? Belladonna? A personal recipe?”
“Why do I even bother?” Debbie groaned. “You just won’t die!”
“What lively foreplay this is darling.” I sat down next to her and leaned in to kiss her. She pulled away, reaching for her bag. I smiled happily as she pulled out a gun. “Oh how wonderful!”
“just die already!” She cried, pulling the trigger. The bullet whizzed past me, barely leaving a scratch.
“darling, we both know if you really wanted me dead you would be trying much harder than this.” I teased. “I am an Addams after all.”
“I just have to up my game.” She warned. I smiled happily at her.
“I don’t doubt it for a second.” I responded, getting up and wrapping my arms around her waist. I took her by surprise as I dipped her, finally getting my kiss.
Talked to a friend about ways we could make aspects of The Addams Family duology canon to Wednesday. Here is what we came up with.
Make Debbie canon by referring to her as Fester's Ex. "Enid, you know who you remind me of? My ex-wife. I see why Wednesday loves you"
Wednesday makes a reference to particular dreadful time in camp and maybe make it canon that the girl bully from camp attended her previous school
Maybe Wednesday and the bully girl Amanda had a secret relationship aka Wednesday's first realization she was into girls and refers to Amanda as her "favorite victim"
Fester making a reference to an amnesia episode and not-mother
Gomez mentioning someone reminding him about a former business partner that stabbed him in the back. "Good sport, wanna fence?"
Mention Joel as Wednesday's first boyfriend. "He was a weak and pitiful boy. I miss him"
Have Margaret and Whatt be Itt’s canonical wife and child
Enid is Debbie's long-lost niece and she swears she will get revenge on the Addams family for her aunt's death... her plan? Seduce her eldest daughter, Wednesday. Will she achieve her goal? Or will she end up in love with the heiress?
Feel free to use this, actually, please do it
(It is impossible not to compare them with photos like these)
Angry with Fester for minor slights, Debbie Addams regularly attempts to murder her husband. The entire Addams family understands why Fester must die for his transgressions. Even Fester.
After several murder attempts, Debbie thinks she's going mad. He simply won't stay down. When she confides in her sister-in-law, Morticia nods along. Suggesting Debbie stay at it, keep her chin up, and remember to have fun.
After cutting the breaks on Fester's car, Debbie immediately calls Pugsley to practice her tears for the TV cameras. Appreciating her nephew's critique. Taking an hour to put on makeup to look puffy eyed, red rimmed, and melancholic. She heads downstairs to cook dinner. By the time she has settled in her seat, she notices she made dinner for two. Setting out a plate and glass of wine for him. She doesn't even have the heart to throw it out. Wrapping up Fester's plate and sliding it in the fridge.
The numerous attempts at homicide make Debbie sloppy. Eventually, being charged for attempted murder. Fester completely spoils her in prison. Getting all the gifts she desired short of a vacation. She comes to expect Fester's sappy and poetic love letters. Distance truly does make the heart grow fonder.
At release, Debbie can finally admit her feelings for Fester. The two remain married. Debbie continues to torture her husband until the day they are buried in the Addams's family cemetery.
