Wow! Long time, no writing!

I've seriously had ZERO inspiration lately, and it's been slowly killing me. But I was on my way to my grandma's with my ipod on, and Pulled came on, and then it hit me.

So, this is a serious of Wednesday/Lucas one-shots based on all of the things Wednesday mentions in Pulled. Well, most of them… Disney World and Unicorns didn't work out well…

So, major fluff, and (hopefully.. er… unhopefully?) humor are about to ensue!

By the way, it's REALLY hard to write Wednesday and Lucas as just friends… but these are in no way chronological. Their relationship will be in whatever stage I think fits the prompt.

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Puppy Dogs With Droopy Faces

The damp ground sunk slightly under the weight of Lucas' footsteps, as he entered the edge of the swamp next to the Addams mansion. A black-clad figure stepped out of the shadows, and he recognized it to be Wednesday. He had met the eldest Addams child a few months prior, and the two had become very good friends. "Hey, Wens!" he called, getting her attention.

Wednesday shot him a glare, "Shut up!" She whispered harshly, moving to were he was standing, "Somebody could be at the cemetery."

"Why does it matter?"

"Hmm, let's see. I don't want my parents to find me sneaking around with a boy." Wednesday answered, sarcastically.

"I see." Lucas said, sheepishly. He sat on a nearby log, soon joined by Wednesday sitting next to him, "So, how are things with Brandon?" he asked, after a period of silence, and tried desperately to ignore the twinge of jealously brewing inside him. "Wish I had the guts to ask her out, like he did…" the young poet thought. But he seemed destined to only be her friend.

Wednesday fixed her gaze on the soggy ground, "I broke up with him."

"Lucas' eyes flew up to her face, "Really?" He asked, hopefully, "I mean, uh… Why did you do that?" he added quickly at her quizzical stare.

She shrugged, "There were a few reasons. It was impossible to hold an intelligent conversation with him, he would never be able to handle my family, and the fact that he can't seem to grasp the concept that a relationship involves only two people."

Lucas put a hand on her shoulder, "I'm sorry."

"Whatever." She said in dismissal.

Silence took over the area where the two friends sat. A rustling in the bushes caused both to look up, and Wednesday picked up her crossbow and aimed it toward the sound. A brown and white, furry face appeared out of the bushes, and a basset hound emerged, "Whoa, whoa! Don't shoot him!" Lucas said hastily.

"Why not?" Wednesday asked dryly.

"He has a collar," He pointed out, "Which means that someone's probably looking for him." Lucas got up and slowly moved towards the dog, "Hey, buddy." He said quietly, not wanting to scare him. "You lost?"

"You do realize that he can't understand you, right?"

Lucas glared at her, then turned back to the dog, reaching a hand out for him to smell.

A wet nose moved over Lucas' hand, and the dog started licking him. Lucas smiled, and began rubbing the dog's head, "Good boy, uh," he looked at the collar for a name tag, "Shep, huh? How about we get you home?"

Shep barked happily in response, "Alright then," Lucas chuckled then turned to Wednesday, "You coming?"

Wednesday's eyebrows rose, "Excuse me?"

"Come with me to take him home."

"You don't know where his owners live." Lucas only held up the tags on Shep's collar in reply. "Fine." Wednesday conceded. Lucas picked the dog up, and she studied them, "He's actually kind of cute." She thought, referring to both of the males in front of her.