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Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Posted:12/25/22

Title: Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Yandere Wednesday Addams x GN reader

Summary: Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Author's note: I have a big crush on Wednesday, but I personally find it hard to find Wednesday Addams x reader fic that I actually enjoy.

Warnings: Yandere, NSFW

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Her love for you is intense. This new feeling confuses her, and as much as she doesn't want to, she asks her parents about it. They are ecstatic for her, saying that's natural when you're in love. [I like to think Gomez and Morticia are yandere for each other.]

Learned as much as she could about you. Knows all of your family's dark secrets that even you don't know.

Enid is the first to know about Wednesday's crush on you and is so happy for her. (She doesn't know how crazy Wednesday is for you.)

Spontaneously walked up behind you one day in class and cut off some of your hair. Everyone, including you, thought she was trying to be mean when she was trying to be sweet. She keeps in love with it.

She likes sleeping in the same room as you. Even when you don't know, she's there.

Goes without saying that she'd 100% kill for you or torture someone in your name. If she needed help, her family wouldn't hesitate.

Let's face it she wasn't asking you out. she was telling you, you're now dating. She's forceful when it comes to starting the relationship.

If you didn't want to date her, that's too bad because she would force it to happen. "We're not a couple, Addams!" She gives you a wicked smirk. "Yes... We are, l/n. I've chosen you." She steps closer, making you gulp. "You're mine now~"

Wednesday does wear the pants in your relationship, she made the pants. She's the dominant one out of you two and she won't have it another way.

She's not delusional, just morally grey.

Wednesday is smart. She knows how to manipulate, gaslight, and girl boss to get her way.

Sometimes, she likes to make you feel foolish. As a powerplay.

She informs everyone that both of you are dating. Even if it is not technically true.

Wednesday also forces her awkward affection on you.

Her favorite form of physical affection is hand-holding.

Her favorite kisses to give are kisses on your knuckles. It's a gentleman's habit she learned from her father.

Wednesday is a gentleman, and she holds this title with pride

She'd give you the most bizarre gifts. An animal heart, a dove bone necklace that matches hers because she claims they were live birds, chocolate-covered bugs, dead flowers, flower stems, the fingers of your enemies, etc.

Wednesday, in my eyes, is on the asexual spectrum. So I think the farthest she expresses her sexuality to you is through her writing, drawings, and the occasional makeout session. (The Addams are a very creative family.)

She's a sadist and not necessarily in just a kink way. Wednesday will cut you just to hear you wince. She smiles and licks the blood away, then patches you up.

Wednesday is definitely the kind of person to slap your sunburn.

Comes to your dorm in the middle of the night with a blood sample kit. She asked to make necklaces from each other's blood. She wears a small jar of your blood and vis versa.

If you ever lose a tooth, she demands that she gets to keep it.

Let's talk kidnapping...

If you got to a point where you couldn't talk to her forcing herself on you anymore and trying to flee, she would track you down in a short amount of time and then have you tried up somewhere.

Her next step would be to inform her parents that a "guest" will be living with them for a while. The Addams are so excited and welcome you into their home. They don't even blink twice at the ropes around you.

reasons why my boy tyler isn't a monster :3

also i was thinking about the same thing when he said he enjoyed killing. hyde is based off jekyll and hyde which is two different personalities, two totally different people, that are in one person. i think that maybe jekyll has no control when hyde is in control, so maybe hyde was speaking when tyler was saying all those things to wednesday which was why tyler's expression was so sad, so heartbreaking :/

"Tyler is the villian" No he isn't, and let me tell you why.

First of all, you are taking him out of context. You are seeing the killing but not the reasons. He's not a sadistic killer, he is a traumatised boy who got taken advantage of. We see this in many ways but first we need to know more about Tyler.

He presumably has some mental issues from things he's gone through

He most likely has bipolar disorder as his mother had it and it's genetic

Perhaps anger issues? He did snap at the therapist and maybe that was him being defensive over the hyde or it's just that speaking about trauma is hard but it is a possibility.

His mother had died and that was traumatic to him.

His father didn't pay as much attention to him as he probably should. We see Mr Galpin brush off all Tyler's attempts to talk, especially when referring to Tyler's mother and that made Tyler very vulnerable because his father seemingly doesn't care and his mother is gone.

In comes Laura Gates.

She takes advantage of his mommy issues - even going so far as to refer to herself as mommy when speaking to "him". It was Weems, but we as the audience and Laurel didn't know that at that moment.

She tells him about the hyde and consequently becomes his master without his knowledge nor consent

She chains him to the wall using shackles in the cave when he wouldn't obey her and forces him to transform using chemicals

She beats and tortures him, something we see in the cave scene. In it Tyler is chained, terrified, bloody and crying and, seeing as Laurel is only then approaching him with chemicals, it must be his blood. He must've been hurt.

For some reason he tells no one. He can't have been chained for as long as it took to beat him to submission, he must've gotten threatened or something along those lines.

He got groomed. A lot of people ignore this, or just weren't watching carefully. Laurel touches him weirdly. In the classroom she touches "his" face and holds it in a way that can be presumed romantic if in different circumstances. In the car showing him his mother's files she wraps an arm around him. When receiving her coffee she brushes her fingers against his which is a method of flirting. She chained him naked and scared which if not the knowledge we had of her wouldn't be suspicious but seeing as she is seemingly attracted to Tyler it makes one uncomfortable.

Tyler was vulnerable and a pedophile took advantage of him, groomed him and manipulated him.

Tyler's mommy issues made that easier and seeing as he can see her as a mother figure but she sees him in a sexual/romantic way is concerning. She has to be at least twice his age and Tyler cannot be older than 18 otherwise he wouldn't of been a love interest for Wednesday.

Now, when telling Wednesday about the plans in the police station he tells Wednesday that he started to "enjoy killing". How true do we think that is?

All the things I listed above factor into this. Like I said, he got groomed and manipulated and tortured into submission, does he truly like killing or does he just think he does, incorrectly?

He has mental health issues. All he went through (torture, grooming, manipulation) couldn't have done him good either. He's mentally ill and was vulnerable to a person who could try and force ideologies onto him. Aka, he doesn't seem to hate the outcasts but he teams up with Laurel whose whole mission is to eradicate them all

Put yourself in his shoes. If you were being tortured and forced to kill people with no way to resist you would probably do anything to save your mind. It would affect your mental health negatively (especially if you were already mentally ill) and if gadlighting and trying to convince yourself that you enjoy what you are being forced to do would make you feel better about yourself and make things easier you would do it.

His expression whilst he said it wasn't gleeful. His eyes were red and filled with tears, he wasn't smiling sincerely. He looked part possessed and seeing as he does have a monster inside him, maybe he was, maybe that was the hyde speaking.

He does seem to genuinely like Wednesday. Now whether you think that's in a romantic way or not (I personally think they were platonic feelings) he does care about her. This change was like a snap and like I said in point 4, maybe it was the hyde speaking, not him.

So think now, how much did Tyler actually mean what he said. Does he actually enjoy killing or is he just a broken, traumatised teenager? Keep in mind there is still a lot we don't know about Tyler.

Exactly. After reading all that try tell my Tyler is the villain without sounding like a victim blamer, I dare you.

idk how to flirt but we can argue

enid: man sure is dark in here. wednesday: enid: i'm not scared or anything. wednesday: enid: i mean who is scared of the dark these days? not me no sir. wednesday: do you want me to hold your hand? enid: yes please.

Wednesday: Enid made me feel things

Bianca: What things?

Wednesday: Feelings

Bianca: Enid made you feel feelings?

Wednesday: Yes

Bianca: What a bitch

Wednesday: You're sick, your temperature is 104.1

Enid: If i was sick, could i do this?!

Enid: *stares intensely at Wednesday*

Wednesday: What are you doing now.

Enid: ...cartwheels. Am i not doing them?

Wednesday, softly: No.

Enid [sighs defeatedly]: Wednesday's so strong and smart

Eugene: There's no need to be jealous, you're just as awesome!

Enid:

Enid: I'm not jealous, Eugene, i'm just gay

Wednesday, pointing: May i sit there?

Enid: That's my lap?

Wednesday: That doesn't answer my question, Enid.

Wednesday: You can trust me. Let's not forget who pulled you out of this mess today.

Enid: Let's not forget who DRAGGED me into it in the first place either.

Enid: Hey Wednesday, have you ever been arrested?

Wednesday: Yes, i have. How could you tell?

Enid: I was gonna say it's illegal to be that attractive but now i'm curious

Wednesday: Aggravated assault.

Enid: You never crack any jokes, why's that?

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Why was 10 afraid?

Enid: Because 7-8-9? Honestly, Wednesday, I've heard that one-

Wednesday: No, because it was in the middle of 9 11.

Enid: ..So that's why

Enid: you can never say ‘bubbles’ in a threatening way

Wednesday: ?????

[10 minutes later]

Bianca: Enid, why is Wednesday angrily screaming ‘bubbles’ on the roof?

they’re so sexy my husbands fr…. anyways letting percy swear is so much more accurate to him and his character like??? also would totally die if georgie farmer himself smiled at me and then like held my hand like that ….he’s so ❤️___❤️

my bfs ….but like literally…. cannot believe they went on a date without me.

Oh my god, they were roommates.

My requests are open! 🖤 A rewrite of a previous fic on my ao3. Enjoy!

Wednesday was appalled by herself. To have such terrible taste.

...She couldn't pull her eyes away from a stupid, tacky lava lamp. The colors (stupid neon green, such a terrible color) swirled in an amazingly satisfying way, bending and twisting in ways that Wednesday couldn't pull her eyes away from. Usually, certain lights would cause her pain. But she found that this light (a very stupid outdated one for that matter) was calming for her. Muscles that she didn't know we're tense relaxed at watching it. Until she was pulled out of her thoughts

"Wednesday?" Enid hummed.

"Are you looking at the lava lamp?" Her tone was not accusatory, but Wednesday felt that way anyway. She swiftly turned her back to Enid, feeling her eyes wide. "No." She said, beginning to walk away from it. She heard Enid running to catch up, and she slowed down to let her. Enid caught up and giggled, shifting her bag to her right shoulder. With no reason at all, Wednesday moved her bag and held it with her left hand. Just because, of course. There wasn't a real reason to. Enid's hand brushed against Wednesdays. It had taken Wednesday time, but she didn't even flinch at the touch. She had always pulled away from affectionate, ”social” touch. She found it uncomfortable and useless. But Wednesday got used to Enid. Slowly, she began to actually touch Enid. Only little things. A guide by the shoulders. A playful kick in the shin. A tug on newly dyed hair. Wednesday was sure that Enid was the only person who was allowed to touch her back. Her touches were... Gentler, to put it out there honestly. Softer. If Wednesday was being honest, those were the touches she was afraid of the most. She had never really been one for it. Her Mother had even mentioned that as a baby, she would prefer to not be held at all, not even by her mother's careful, pale hands.

Wednesday could recall several times she had been bothered by soft touches. The tags on the back of her clothes. The wisp of fingers on her arm. Someone touching her hair. Each one left a burning, hives like feeling on her. She immediately would feel the urge to jump, and scratch at the offended area. How people could be OK with, or even enjoy those touches always confused Wednesday. Often times, she would wake up to red marks on her in the mornings. She had a habit of scratching herself even in her sleep, even now.

But with Enid, it was different. Enid understood when Wednesday didn't want to do something. Not only hugging or touch, she noticed many things she didn't want to do. Once, Wednesday remembered, she had been invited to a party by Yoko. She instantly froze up, feeling her throat go tight and dry, her mind spinning at the prospect. Kids her own age, huddled in a tight space, probably with alcohol, probably with music. The thought was horrific. She could feel it now. But Enid saved her. She quickly coughed extremely loudly, and said in a tone that deserved a Grammy, probably -- "Sorry, but um. We can't. I'm real sick, and we don't want to get you sick too." Yoko looked to Wednesday to confirm it. Wednesday felt a chill go down her back at having to look at her sunglasses, without any kind of cue in her eyes to see how she might be feeling. But she managed to let out a tiny cough. And that was enough. She had made sure to thoroughly thank Enid for that. And Enid only smiled. She didn't expect anything.

That didn't prevent a jelly donut appearing by her bed, though. Wednesdays way of saying thank you.

It was so much better to communicate with actions rather than words. So, Wednesday said something with her hands. She reached out, and grasped Enid's hand. Enid stopped dead in her tracks, looking down to look at Wednesday. Wednesday didn't feel the pressure of keeping eye contact with her, but she did. Only because her eyes were so beautiful. "We're about to cross" she said, turning to hit the crosswalk button. She gazed forward, acting uncaring in her typical fashion. But in the corner of her eye, Enid grinned. She held her hand firmly. Wednesday bit her cheek, but the corner of her mouth tilted upwards anyway, ready to continue the day.

Wednesday awoke as she usually did, her eyes opening with no sign of her actually being alive, and sat up. As she shifted, she realized she had refrained from scratching herself in her sleep. But then she jumped at a new, fluorescent sight. A lava lamp on her desk. To be exact, the one she had caught herself looking at the other day. Wednesday's lips twitched briefly, her joy unmatched by anything. She had to return the favor. She quickly began to get ready, throwing on her weekend clothes to go out into town. "Wenny?"

"Where are you going?" Enid murmured, beginning to shift in her bed, tiredly lifting her head from her pillow. "The bakery." Wednesday said. She swallowed. But barely hesitated. Why would she, with Enid? "Would you like to join me?" She asked, fingering the strap of her leather bag. Such a nice, smooth leather. It was a pleasing texture. Enid nodded with a hum, getting up with a stretch that cracked her back. "I'll give you 5 minutes" Wednesday said kindly. "15?" Mumbled Enid, who sat on her vanity, looking sleepily at her makeup.

Wednesday compromised with 10. In 9 minutes and 38 seconds later, Enid was ready. Wednesday appreciated the punctuality. Right before they left, Wednesday reached out. Enid looked shocked, but quickly grasped her hand with her bigger one. They walked out. "What are we getting?" Enid asked. We. Together. It made Wednesday flutter her free fingers happily. She felt no need to hold back her happy stimming with Enid, even in public, a habit that had been forced out of her. " jelly donuts" Wednesday saw Enid smile out of the corner of her eye. "I knew that was you" she giggled. Wednesday glanced at Enid briefly, but had no words. She was. Happy.

Wednesday Addams head cannons

🖤

"what do you need?" "You"

"Enid...”

…….

“Enid.”

…….

“Enid!"

Enid awoke quickly, jumping into a frazzled sitting position, her heart jump starting “I'm up!” She shouted, eyes hurriedly adjusting to the darkness. Wednesday was the reason she was awake, crouching on Enid's knees, which was actually quite painful. “And so is your clock” Wednesday hissed, her eye bags looking much darker. Enid mumbled, confused, and still half asleep, and reached to her nightstand to turn her new soft lamp on, one she had switched out from her previous harsh light. “what- what is it, Wednesday? What do you need?” Enid whispered, wary of their neighbors who were most definitely asleep. “What do you mean, so is your clock?” Wednesday grimaced, unblinking. “Your clock is extremely loud” Wednesday said, pointing a manicured hand to the pink clock on Enid's wall. “Oh,” Enid realized, shifting to get up. Wednesday slid off her quietly, following Enid to the clock. Enid took it off the wall, pressing it to her ear. Sure enough— a barely noticeable ticking noise could be heard. Enid quickly switched it off. She knew how Wednesday was with those certain things, and she didn't mind adjusting accordingly. “Better?” She asked, somehow smiling despite her exhaustion at the look on Wednesdays face. Wednesday leaned forward, listening carefully. She smiled gently and nodded, deeming it acceptable. “Ok,” Enid sighed happily, throwing herself on her bed and kind of wiggling beneath the covers before giving it up. Wednesday pulled up her covers for her in a resolved manner, to which Enid hummed her thanks, already going back to her nonsensical dreams.

“Enid….Enid…..Eniiid, wake up”

Enid groaned, hand fumbling out of her blanket. She waved around until she felt her lampshade, and then somehow managed to turn the light back on. “Oh,” she groaned, squinting blearily at the light from her extremely see through sheet. At a glance, she recognized the time was Midnight, right on the dot. “What— what do you need Wednesday?” Enid whispered, yawning. “My blankets are scratchy” Wednesday whispered back. Enid threw her head into her face, groaning. She just wanted to sleep. She shifted, managing to pull up her barely cooperating body up, and looked through her many blankets. “This?” She asked, bringing up a fuzzy cotton blanket up to Wednesday. Wednesday hesitantly pressed her fingers to it, then pulled her hand away and shook her head. Enid dug through the mess of her bed, and came up with a glittery green blanket. Enid looked up to Wednesday, but by the pure horror on her face, she quickly threw it aside and kept digging. She then brought up a cushy white blanket, to which Wednesday tested. She swiped her hand across the texture, making a perplexed face. “Maybe..” she said, poking around it. But then she felt the tag, and shook her head. “Too scratchy” she declared. Enid felt the tag. It felt fine. “yeah, you're right. Too scratchy.” she said. tossing it to the growing pile of discarded blankets. “How about this?” Enid asked, pulling up the only other blanket on her. It was pink and faux fur, like her favorite coat. Wednesday silently felt it, then inspected for a tag. None. Then she put her face up against it, then tested it's weight on her body. Finally, happily, she nodded. “It will suffice. Thank you.” Enid blew out a breath that was stuck in her drowsy chest, slapping her light in an attempt to turn it off. Wednesday turned it off for her. Enid didn't even try to get under her blankets, but a soft hand pulled them up for her when she was already knocked out.

“Wake up.”

Enid jumped, rolling halfway out of her bed. A hand quickly grasped hers, pulling her back onto her mattress in a tangle of her remaining sheets. “Apologies.” Wednesday whispered, in an extremely close proximity. “Wednesday,” Enid started, wiggling on her side to meet Wednesdays dark eyes in the now rising sun. “What do you need?” She muttered, feeling her own eye bags begin to form on her face. She should just give up on sleeping now. No point anyway.. but she was still so tired, she really wanted to sleep... But she knew she wouldn't be able to if she didn't try to help Wednesday. “I am cold.” Enid glanced to the windows, but saw that they were all locked and shut. “The windows are shut,” Enid whispered. “Do you want one of my sweaters?” She inquired quietly. “No.” Wednesday responded, turning her head to flip herself upright in Enid's eyes. “Well.. what do you need?” Enid asked in a low tone, still attempting to be quiet for their sleeping neighbors.

Wednesday blinked.

“You”

“WHAT?” Wednesday quickly hushed Enid, bringing a finger to her mouth. “I, I mean…. What?” “I am lonely.” Wednesday said. “I want to… sleep. In. I want. Ehm.” Enid could feel herself blush, and waited as patiently as she could with her palpitating heart. “Next to you, that is. Your bed is bigger than mine.” Said Wednesday. Enid blinked. Wednesday blinked back. “Oh.” Enid breathed out. “I… Are you sure?” Wednesday nodded. Enid sat up, scooting her back against her headboard to prop herself up. Wednesday stood. “I mean, you don't… You're not afraid of me?” Wednesday shook her head. “I find your claws fascinating” Enid held back a squeak at the confession, but shook her head once more, gripping her sheets tighter. “I mean, you know I'm…” “a girl.” Wednesday finished for her. “Yeah-” Enid felt herself start to get ready, her vision blurring. Enid's claws came out, tearing her sheets. She lifted her hands, flapping them immensely as she continued. “Yeah, but—” Enid tensed at two hands around her own, gripping her fingers so tight she went numb in seconds. “But nothing. You are a girl. Do you think I think of you as a boy?” Enid shook her head, tears dripping down her cheeks extremely fast. “i think of you as my best friend. My best girl friend.” Enid nearly choked at Wednesday putting the words you and girlfriend together. “You think of me that way too, correct?” Enid nodded her head extremely fast in assent. “And girls have plenty of sleepovers in the same bed. So why would I be scared of sleeping in the same bed with you?” “I don't-” Enid couldn't finish, bringing her hands that were still locked in Wednesdays grip to her own face, sniffling. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I don't want to do it.” Enid shook her head, bringing both of their hands down to hover in mid air. “No! I didn't say that, I mean- I just wanted to make sure ***you*** were comfortable.” “I suggested it, didn't I?” Enid stayed quiet, listening to her heart. She could her it throughout her body. Especially in her hands. “Oh.” Said Enid. “You did.” and the she nodded her assent.

Wednesday nudged Enid aside with her foot, scooting next to her and laying down as if she had always slept next Enid. The thought made Enid's heart beat a bit faster. Wednesday finally let go of one of her hands, loosening her grip tremendously on Enid's other hand. Enid settled down, pulling the sheet over both of them as Wednesday turned off her lamp. Enid turned her back to the now fully lit window, now facing Wednesday on her side. Wednesday blinked. “What time is it?” Enid said, lowering her voice back down to quiet. “6:55” “oh my god,” Enid whispered, dropping her head into one of her pillows. “Class starts in 25 minutes” Enid moaned, feeling as though she was dying at the mere thought. “It's a good thing we're not going to class today.” Enid opened her eyes again, just barely even though she was shocked. Wednesday never missed a class. “What?” She hissed. “You look very Ill. And I have to take care of you today, since you have a bad stomach ache.” Enid blinked. “I do?” She then yelped at a harsh poke to her belly. “You do now” Wednesday concluded, pulling the comforter on top of Enid's bed over them both. “Okay,” Enid finally agreed, immediately falling asleep to the feeling of her hand against Wednesdays and the sound of both of their breathing.

Xavier: My head hurts Wednesday: That's your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity