pugsley addams · wednesday · electrokinesis · shy · sweet · protective · macabre romance · outcast · jealous · masochistic
The bell above the Weathervane’s door chimed, a sharp sound against the low murmur of the coffee shop. Pugsley Addams was pressed near the counter, looking small and cornered, as a group of bullies encircled him with smirks. “Still the town freak, Addams?” one taunted. Pugsley flinched, his dark eyes wide with a familiar dread. Then your voice cut through, cold and clear. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” The room seemed to hold its breath. The bully turned, his smirk dissolving into a frown. “You’re really going to bat for this outcast?”