#wednesday x male reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kaimeioneclipse · 4 months

Text

A Dark Wedding of Misery

Pairing: Wednesday x Male Reader

Summary: They said you two would never make it this far but you did. Y/N and Wednesday Addams are getting married. From Nevermore Academy to the Alter

WordCount: 1.3k words

WARNINGS: Kissing

The moon hung low in the midnight sky, casting an ethereal glow over the sprawling grounds of the Addams mansion. It was a night of foreboding, yet one tinged with an unusual excitement. Wednesday Addams, the somber and enigmatic daughter of the Addams family, was on the precipice of a life-altering event—an unholy matrimony that would defy the boundaries of the living and the dead.

The mansion, with its ivy-clad walls and twisted spires, exuded an otherworldly charm as Morticia, the epitome of Gothic elegance, supervised the final touches of her daughter's wedding gown. The dress, a masterpiece of darkness and grace, clung to Wednesday like a second skin, its midnight-black fabric cascading around her like a shroud.

"I will need some more black ash for the rest of your dress, Possibly your grandmothers would suffice. I shall return" Morticia says as he scurries out the room.

Wednesday scoots herself over to the dusty mirror in the Library that the family turned into a fitting room for the occasion. She looked at the black dress and felt it unsettling that her time was coming.

Wednesday looked at THING who was working on some dead flower arrangements and for the bridesmaids to hand out to them later.

"Thing" she called to him

Thing stopped his task and moved his hand body in her direction

"Find Enid, I wish to speak to her" Wednesday requested

Thing saluted and scurried off.

Wednesday waited for a few moments and then went towards the door and checked if the coast was clear. She picked up her black dress and began to run down the eerie hallways of the Addams Mansion towards the other wing.

_____________________________________

In a distant wing of the Addams mansion, where shadows played upon the walls like phantoms in the night, Y/N prepared for the unholy union. The air hung heavy with a sense of anticipation, and the dimly lit room seemed to echo with the echoes of centuries past.

Y/N, adorned in a suit as black as the void itself, stood before the ornate mirror. His hands trembled ever so slightly as he adjusted his tie, and his eyes, a mix of excitement and nervousness, reflected in the polished glass.

Ajax Petropolus, a towering figure with a beanie on his head stood behind Y/N checking themselves to make sure they looked good. He observed Y/N with a subtle nod, understanding the gravity of the moment. Eugene Ottinger, with his mop of unruly hair and penchant for the bizarre, fidgeted with the boutonnière, offering a lopsided grin. Beside them, Xavier Thorpe, with his piercing gaze and enigmatic aura, stood as the voice of reason.

Ajax: (In his deep, resonant voice) You'll do just fine, Y/N. It's not every day you get to marry into the Addams clan.

Eugene: (With a mischievous smirk) Remember, weddings are just like funerals, only with better food!

Xavier: (In his calm, soothing tone) Relax, Y/N. Tonight is a celebration of the unusual, and you, my friend, are stepping into a realm where the extraordinary is the norm.

As the trio provided reassurance and prepared Y/N for his impending union with Wednesday, the mansion's eerie silence served as a stark contrast to the bustling emotions within.

Once the boys left, Y/N stood alone in the room, the weight of the moment settling upon him like a heavy shroud. He looked at his reflection, contemplating the path that had led him to this peculiar crossroads.

As he ran his fingers through his hair, a knock echoed through the room. Y/N turned, expecting one of the boys to return with some last-minute advice. However, when he opened the door, there stood Wednesday—a vision of darkness and mystery and soon Y/N Wife.

Wednesday: (Expressionless) Y/N, the time is nigh.

Y/N: (Nervously) Yea it is, Wednesday. The boys were just helping me gather my composure.

Wednesday: (Observing him) Composure is overrated.

Without another word, Wednesday took Y/N's hand, leading him through the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion. The moonlit hallway cast an eerie glow as they approached the entrance to the backyard—a gateway to the dark forest that concealed secrets untold.

--------------------------------------

The forest, with its twisted branches and shadowy depths, beckoned them into its enigmatic embrace. The rustling leaves and the distant hooting of an owl added to the mystical ambiance as Wednesday and Y/N ventured into the heart of the darkness.

Wednesday: (Stopping at the forest's edge) We stand on the precipice of eternity, Y/N. Tonight, we embark on a journey that transcends the mortal coil.

Y/N: (Nervously) Yes, Wednesday. I…

Wednesday: (Interrupting) Nervousness becomes you, Y/N. It is an emotion as genuine as the shadows that cloak our existence.

Y/N's gaze met Wednesday's, and in that moment, the moonlight revealed a vulnerability beneath her stoic exterior—a vulnerability mirrored in Y/N's own eyes.

Y/N: (Softly) I never thought I'd find someone as extraordinary as you.

Wednesday: (Expressionless) Extraordinary is subjective. Tonight, we become a tapestry of darkness and peculiarity, woven together in the moonlit dance of fate.....But I'm content that I've met you

Y/N, captivated by the haunting beauty of the dress, stood in awe of the enigmatic figure before him. The moonlight played upon the black fabric, casting an ethereal glow that accentuated the mysterious allure of Wednesday's presence.

Y/N: (Breathless) Wednesday, you're… breathtaking.

Wednesday: (Expressionless) Brevity suits the moment.

As those words hung in the air, Wednesday reached for Y/N's face with a gentle grace that belied her typically stoic demeanor. Her cool fingers traced a delicate path along his jawline, an intimate touch that transcended the shadows around them. In the dim moonlight, her left hand emerged, adorned with a striking black obsidian ring—a gem as dark as the night sky.

The ring, an exquisite piece of craftsmanship, held an otherworldly allure. A seamless integration of black obsidian and silver, it seemed to absorb the moonlight, casting a subtle, mesmerizing glow. Etched into the obsidian was an intricate pattern reminiscent of ancient symbols—a visual ode to the peculiar legacy they were about to deepen.

As Wednesday caressed Y/N's face, their eyes locked, and in that shared gaze, they found solace and understanding. Their intertwined fingers, now adorned with the weight of the black obsidian ring, rose together, and they turned their attention to the moon, hanging high in the velvet expanse of the night sky.

The moon, a silent witness to their journey, bathed them in its silvery glow. In that moment of quiet reflection, they let their minds drift back to their time at Nevermore Academy—the place where their paths first crossed.

Y/N: (Softly) Remember the nights we spent beneath the moon at Nevermore? The laughter, the secrets shared?

Wednesday: (Nodding) Nevermore was a chapter, and tonight, under the same moon, we begin a new one.

Y/N: (Smiling) I never thought this would be my ending.

Wednesday: (With a hint of mystery) Endings are illusions, Y/N. This is but the beginning.

Their hands tightened in a silent agreement, and in the tranquil moonlit glade, they kissed—a union of darkness and passion that spoke of a love destined to defy the ordinary. As they embraced, the moon bore witness to the promise of their unholy matrimony.

With the moon as their guide, they turned away from the clearing, fingers still entwined, and made their way back to the Addams family mansion. The shadows welcomed them like old friends, and as they crossed the threshold, the doors creaked shut behind them, sealing the pact of an eternal love that echoed through the haunted halls of the Addams legacy.

And so, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon and within the enigmatic embrace of the Addams mansion, Wednesday and Y/N embarked on a journey that defied the boundaries of time and tradition—an odyssey into the unknown, where each step marked a new beginning in the tapestry of their peculiar love. They walked hand in hand, ready to be officially married and embrace the darkness that awaited them—a love story destined to be inscribed in the annals of the Addams family's peculiar history.

(Author Notes)

Hey Everyone it's been a while. I know I've been away and I haven't finished ALOT of stories. I kinda fell off with writing, especially with content creation and work. Life be LIFEING! But we are back and I got inspired to write again due to the picture above. It was nice to write more Wednesday fanfics hopefully the fandom isn't dead but if you enjoyed it let me know and we can work on more stories.

Check out my MASTER LIST!

195 notes · View notes

thisonewhocanbreathe · 7 months

Text

𝗘𝗻𝗶𝗱 : *holding Y/N's hand over her stomach so they can feel the baby kick* Sorry this is taking so long, he kicked for everyone else...

𝗔𝗷𝗮𝘅 : It's hard for the little guy to perform under pressure.

𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 : Top ten things Ajax said on his wedding night.

𝗬/𝗡 : Woah! It was small, but I think I felt something!

𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 : Top ten things Enid said on her wedding night.

𝗘𝗻𝗶𝗱 : *laughs*

𝗔𝗷𝗮𝘅 : Stop laughing, Enid!

𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 : Top ten things Ajax said on his wedding night.

#wednesday netflix #incorrect quotes #wednesday incorrect quotes #wednesday addams #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday x gn reader #wednesday x male reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #ajax x enid #ajax petropolus #enid sinclair

272 notes · View notes

themarvelousknight27 · 7 months

Text

Y/N: Wednesday I only can use my powers for good

Wednesday: my love what about Tyler

Y/N: he tried to hurt you I can’t stand by that

Wednesday: mmm

Y/N: uh…i mean you would been killed and I lose my friend.

Wednesday kisses Y/N Cheek…

Wednesday: I love you too

Y/N: (smiles)

#male reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday x male reader #wednesday addams x you

180 notes · View notes

skylarinfinity · 11 months

Text

[somebody try to broke into m/n house]

m/n: [from upstairs] hey, who ever you are better leaves this house now, i have a girlfriend!

the rober: [shout back m/n] like i give a fuck about your girlfriend-

m/n: [darkly] no this is not a plea for mercy, it is a warning.

the rober: [a bit scared] what do you mean-

[m/n door front open and the rober see wednesday standing there with axe smile menacingly]

wednesday: [chuckle darkly] i heard somebody ready for blood and organ donation?

[screaming can be hear at m/n house while he sleep peacefully]

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket

283 notes · View notes

pandorascripts · 1 year

Note

hi :) can i request wednesday x reader where reader has anger issues and self harms by burning/bruising her arm, and wednesday noticed bc reader forgot a jacket on before letting wednesday in her room? she confronts her thinking she got like jumped or something and comforts her ab the self harm? thank you :)

Hot Rage and Cold Tears

warnings: self harm, and a bit of angst.

pairing: wednesday x gn!humantorch!reader

note: thank you for the request :^). If anyone of you guys are struggling with self harm, please know it will get better. I know it sounds stupid, coming from someone who’s never experienced it, but please, please know you’ll be okay. It’ll take time.

note 2.0: I did deviate a little from the start, instead it’s in a classroom. hope u enjoy <3 and I tried out a gender neutral reader! there’s like two uses of r’s pronouns and it’s only for a split second, so if you prefer she/her or he/him, you’re totally able to just ignore it :^

—————

As you walked down the hallways of Nevermore Academy, stares of disapproval and disgust followed your every more. Your skin was practically boiling, and it would be soon if you didn’t get a grip. Taking deep breathes to remind yourself to calm down, you continued your walk to the quad.

Whispers and gasps filled your ears, your headphones doing nothing to block them due to an unfortunate case of super hearing. You sighed, grumbling angrily and glaring at anyone who looked your way — which was everyone.

Then, finally, you picked up what they were saying.

“Look at their arms.”

“Do you see those marks, too?”

“What did they get beat up or something?” A boy snickered to your right.

Then it hit you like a freight train, you’d forgotten your flannel. At first, you were simply upset because the outfit simply didn’t work without the green piece, but then, you were more upset by the fact that everyone was seeing your marks. You gulped, fists clenching hard, knuckles aching. The familiar feeling of rage and anger flooding through your body. A vile image of you simply decking the boy and shattering his ribs crossed your mind, multiple times, each with a different ending. A shaky breath left your mouth, and you were about to turn back, hide away in your dorm, but a rough hand dragged you into an empty classroom.

With a loud yelp and gasp, you trip over yourself, stumbling into the dimly lit room.

“Who the fuc—“

A blur of black stalked fast towards you, seizing your arm. The grip was contrary to what you would’ve thought — rough, callus, coarse — but it was simply gentle.

You gulped, teeth gritting together afterwards in anger. She was like a damn shark, Wednesday was. Instead of smelling blood — which you hadn’t actually ruled out, yet — she smelled fear, so you desperately hid yours. Of course you weren’t scared of Wednesday herself, you’d gotten past that stage in your friendship, you were afraid of her reaction.

Wednesday gulped, dropping your arm. She didn’t say a word, instead she took off her baggy sweater, tossing it to you. You pulled it over your shoulders, the soft material grazed against your sore arms.

You both sat there for a bit, you chipping at your red nail polish, and Wednesday gritting her teeth as she thought. After a couple shaky breaths — from who you weren’t entirely sure — Wednesday spoke up.

“You could’ve told me,” she softly admitted. It’s completely different from the usual cold tone she held, this time something akin to shame and sadness filled her voice.

You nodded, blinking once or twice before ultimately shaking it. “I don’t have to burden this to you, Wednesday. Telling people only makes them worry, and they don’t need to.”

“They do though,” she argued. “You’re hurting and you won’t inform anyone of this. I won’t — I can’t stand the thought of what you do when I leave you alone at night.”

You wrung your hands out anxiously, sneakers taping against the stoned floors. A metallic taste filled your mouth and you blinked in surprise, gently raising your hand to your lips. They returned a bright red. You licked over them, ignoring the splitting pain from the gap. You must’ve bitten through it, you gathered.

Popping them, you finally answer her. “It’s my problem, Wednesday, don’t need you getting in my business.”

You shamefully kept your eyes to the ground, knowing that you didn’t have the balls to face her. The next thing out of Wednesday’s mouth is a chuckle, which no doubt about it, shocked you.

“I cant help it when I get visions.”

Your eyebrows pinched together, and you glanced back at her despite your inhibitions.

“You haven’t touched me, I made sure of it.”

“Maybe so, but Enid stole your jacket. Enid likes to touch me, naturally her jacket brushed against mine. Since it truly belonged to you, I got — vile images.”

You gulped, knowing she must’ve saw some pretty dark stuff.

“I know you use your powers to burn yourself, but what I don’t know, is why.”

You nodded. “Right, well, have fun. You do like to solve crimes, I’ll just be on my way.”

You flashed a fake smile, unfolding your legs as they pushed you up off the floor.

“Sit.”

You sat back down, pouting. You’d take whatever useless speech she was going to give over the thought of disobeying her. Maybe you still hadn’t gotten over your fear of her.

Wednesday hopped off the desk, sitting down next you. Silence filled the room, suffocating you and draining the life from you, almost like a Dementor. Hands wrapped around your waist, and you realized that Wednesday had hugged you. Defeatedly, you laid your head on her shoulder. A shaky breath left your mouth.

As if someone broke the bottle you held your emotions in, everything shattered. You buried your head into her shoulder as you sobbed, hiccups and gasps followed by shoulder shakes erupted from you. Wednesday only held you tighter, one hand threading itself in your hair as she whispered to you.

You couldn’t focus on what she was saying, but the muffled voice you recognized as hers helped you not fully break. Her voice was almost acting as trusty duct tape, patching you up temporarily, until she could fix you properly.

At some point in your crying, you unraveled, telling Wednesday your darkest thoughts and your darkest times. She took it all in, encouraging you along the way, calling you strong. You certainly didn’t feel strong because here you were, sobbing like a child.

Wednesday sighed, pulling you tighter into her, and up onto her lap. Usually, she hated comforting people, but she found that this oddly came… natural to her. It was like this sudden instinct to protect you, and care for you, just suddenly bubbled up and overwhelmed her thoughts of discomfort. It was scary for Wednesday, but it was also fulfilling. She wanted to help you in anyway she can, and if that meant skipping her classes to comfort you, then so be it.

Flames flickered at the tips of your fingers, your emotions becoming too strong. You stumbled away from her, staring at your hands in fear.

“Go. Please, Wednesday, I do — don’t want to hurt you.”

Wednesday simply walked back to you, even as you shuffled away. When you reached the corner of the room, she crouched down, holding out her hands.

“Breathe.”

You trembled, shaky breaths following as you desperately tried to follow her lead. It didn’t work, though, because soon enough the fire started traveling to your palms. Breathing felt scarce again, being sucked, and sucked, and suckedout of your lungs. Your mouth felt dry as a desert, and the only thing cool was the tears on your face.

Wednesday held your neck, staring into your frightened eyes.

She took in a deep inhale, and so did you. She breathed out, so did you.

“Focus on me.”

And you did. You let the thoughts of hurting her go away, only focusing on black hair and warm eyes. You breathed out again, not in sync with Wednesday. Your lungs now working properly, sucked in air greedily, both of them working hard to fill your blood back up with oxygen. Your hands cooled down, and you slumped, eyes flickering closed.

Wednesday breathed in relief. She got up, checking the hallways and making sure they were clear. When she was absolutely positive the two of you would run into nothing, Wednesday hiked your sleeping body up to her dorm.

Hope filled every bone in her body, leaking into her face as she smiled. Dimples arose, and she knew this battle would be far from over. But she also knew that it would be okay, scars would fade overtime and you’d be better. Wednesday’s mind was flooded with images, each one containing hopes for your future, hope that’d you come to live your powers and yourself.

As Wednesday set you under her covers, she knew she’d be by your side every step of the way.

502 notes · View notes

teaaagan · 8 months

Text

Yoko: Wednesday, can you...?

Wednesday: No, sorry. I'm busy

Y/N: *walks into the room* Wends, can you...?

Wednesday: Yes, of course

Yoko: You have got be kidding me!

Enid: Seriously?! What did you expect? wednesday is physically unable to say 'No' to Y/N

1K notes · View notes

xer-melody · 1 year

Text

A Worshiper of Magic (For a Date) Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Wednesday Addams x Male!Witch!reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injury, blood, passing out, stitches, and murder.

Words: 1603

Summary: There were many kinds of people at Nevermore academy, to Wednesday you were just another purple clad body in the school's supernatural crowd. You have never interacted with each other in your time there, so why did you show up at her door, covered in your own blood after a spell goes wrong?

(A/n: my very first fic on this blog, and it's a two-parter (maybe) hope you enjoy)

One thing you hated about being a sorcerer was the sheer amount of pain you had to endure. Magic hurts, every spell burns your veins, every incantation gives you a headache, and every hex makes you bleed. And yet you still practiced it, day in and day out. Because despite your hate for the pain, you loved the result.

After a small ceremony with a few other sorcerers, you were on your way back to your dorm, feeling a sense of pride, for yourself and your fellow sorcerers. There was just something so powerful in successfully casting a spell of that size. You'd essentially created a sort of security system for the school. Anything that crosses the barrier of the spell can be recorded and therefore replayed. A sort of camera that cannot be disabled by anyone but you or one of your fellow spell casters.

There was a burning in your chest from the spell, but it wasn't as bad, considering the backlash of the spell was spread amongst seven people.

You’ve taken this route dozens of times, you were more familiar with it than you were with any other part of the school.

Mindlessly, you climbed the stairs, more so looking at the moon, and the clouds that covered it, than paying attention to your path. The corridor was nearly pitch black as a particularly heavy cloud passed over the full moon, but just as quickly as it covered the moon, it passed it again.

‘It might rain.’ you thought, ‘I should put out a bucket,’

Then, as though it happened only to interrupt your peace, you got a headache, painful and pulsing on your forehead. You groaned in a mix of pain and annoyance. Just another side effect of magic. You need to get home, make a nice healing tea and hope it works in time for you to get some sleep. Pushing forward, you felt something warm and wet drip down your face and then onto your shoulders. Just rain, you assumed.

It slid down your face and into your eye, and, for a moment, half of your vision was entirely red.

You paused, lifting your hand to your face, only to pull it back and see that, no, it wasn’t rain, it was blood. Coming from a large, painful gash on your forehead.

You groaned as you ran your fingers over the open wound again. Taking a deep breath, you pushed forward. Despite having to wipe the blood out of your eyes every few seconds, you're sure you're going the right way.

Then, just as your headache started, the mild burn in your chest flared and in a moment of visual clarity you could see your purple uniform began to stain red.

You felt light, clinging onto the railings as you walked, barely able to see as blood blurred and discolored your vision.

The world around you darkened for a moment as another heavy cloud passed over the moon.

You moved forward anyways, taking turns you didn’t mean to, and missing the ones you did. Holding onto the rail until there was no more rail to hang on to. Holding yourself up against the wall, trying to find somebody, anybody to help you.

You felt a sudden dip in the wall and leaned against it, banging against it a few times with your open palm, which decided now would be the perfect time to open more wounds. Your head was spinning and you were losing a lot of blood, but you tried to keep yourself conscious and grounded.

Then, the dip, which you correctly assumed was a door, opened behind you, you didn’t even realize it until you hit the floor.

You were cold when you woke up. Yawning, you pushed yourself up, the blanket falling off your shoulder only to reveal that you were mostly undressed, and covered in bandages. You ran your hand over the neat wrappings, sighing as you remembered the night before. The sun was shining through the half-colored window, you made it through the night without dying, so this was a success in your book.

“Enid wouldn’t let me leave you outside.” A voice said from across the room.

Looking up you saw a girl, dressed in a monochrome version of your school's uniform, with a long braid laying on each shoulder. She looked more annoyed by you than anything else. You must be on her side of the room, considering the dark decor and utter lack of color on this side.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice slightly hoarse. “I was actually trying to get to Stocker hall.”

“Then you made a few wrong turns, you're in Ophelia hall.”

You tried to remember the school map for a moment, then cringed at how badly you missed your mark.

Pushing yourself up and out of the bed, your feet landing on the cold, wooden floor, you said, “Well, thank you, for cleaning me up and letting me borrow your bed, but I should really be going.”

Just as you stood she walked over quickly and pushed you back down.

“Actually, I have a few questions.” She said in her completely monotone voice.

Despite her tough demeanor, the questions were pretty easy, and it was over quickly.

You got yourself dressed, luckily she’d washed your clothes for you, and you, of course, thanked her again. Then you were on your way back to your dorm, running into the girl- Wednesday's roommate who had a million questions but ended up leaving before you could answer any of them.

Your roommate had his own questions as well when you arrived, I mean, look at you! You were gone all night then walked in looking like a mummy and thought you’d get away with it.

You didn’t, and half an hour of explaining the situation later he finally let you make your healing tea.

Luckily, your first period was canceled so you got to rest for the next hour.

Classes went by painfully slow, both literally and metaphorically. But you were healing, the gashes that opened on your head, and hands had healed and the utter abomination that was your stomach gash was slowly closing itself back up. Again, you were thankful for Wednesday. After taking a break during lunch to change your bandages you saw just how much work she’d done for you. Sewing up a giant circle-shaped wound could not have been easy.

You were in your bed, having just finished your sixth cup of healing tea for the day (which you were really getting tired of) when you heard a knock on the door. Your roommate was out at some party you were in far too much pain to care about, and it was far too early for him to be back.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself up and to the door. You unlocked the door with a quick little click, then pulled it open.

“Wednesday?”

She stood in front of you, a piece of fabric clutched in her hand.

“Y/n,” was all she said before she moved past you and into your room. “You seem to be doing much better.”

Closing the door you turned to see her examining your side of the room. Then she turned back to you, sticking her hand out and subsequently the bloodied fabric in her hand.

“You left this,” she said as you took it.

Unraveling it to reveal your tie, which you hadn't ever realized was missing before now.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, looking up from the tie.

She stood at your desk, flipping through the pages of an open spell book, touching all of the little trinkets, then she picked up a bag and shook it. A low clinking came from inside. She turned to look at you, a questioning look on her face.

“Teeth,” you said, without her even having to ask.

That only made her more interested in the little bag, pulling it open and sticking her fingers in, pulling out a fully intact canine.

She hummed in approval before putting the bag back on your desk with a clicking thud.

“I never asked,” she said, “what kind of spell were you attempting to cast last night?”

As though the very mention of the spell had suddenly made the wound on your stomach flare up in pain. With a small groan, you moved past her, to the portable kettle on your desk (definitely not the best place to keep it considering it's been boiling tea all day and is still very, very hot.). Grabbing your mug and pouring yet another cup of healing tea.

“Multiple people have been killed on campus.” you started, “So I called a few friend to help put up a surveillance system.”

“But it failed?”

“No, we just underestimated the backlash of the spell, it's still up, I can feel it.” you paused, taking a sip of your tea, “Literally, I can feel everyone on campus right now. It's… discomforting, but for the safety of everyone here I can handle it.”

She didn't say anything for a moment.

“Did Weems approve of this?” her voice was just as calm and even as ever.

You almost laughed at the question, “She did not. She was actually against it, something about it being an invasion of privacy, whatever..”

Wednesday’s face quickly turned to one of confusion.

“I have to go,” she said.

Turning to leave the room, she'd barely laid a hand on the doorknob before she was suddenly taken over by a vision. Her head flew back, her eyes strained open, and a moment later, Wednesday collapsed.

Reblogs>likes

#male reader #male!reader #x male reader #x male!reader #male!s/o #witch!reader #witch!male!reader #wednesday x male reader #wednesday x male!reader #Wednesday x male!s/o #Wednesday addams x male reader #Wednesday addams x male!reader #Wednesday addams x male!s/o #wednesday series #wednsday addams #Spotify

408 notes · View notes

djljpanda · 1 year

Note

can i do a request where the reader and jenna ortega do a live interview where the fans send a bunch of questions about who is most likely or something and every time the reader answers she looks at him with a love face (both already dating)

Interviewer: So Who Makes Breakfast In The Morning?

Y/n: Mostly Me

Jenna: They Make Great Breakfast

Interviewer: Well I Hope I Can Try Your Breakfast One Day

*Y/n Smiles*

♦

Interviewer: Who Made The First Move?

Y/n: Jenna

Jenna:Yeah I Did

*Y/n And Jenna Laugh*

Interviewer: Well How Did You Make That First Move?

Jenna: Well During The Filming Of Wednesday Season 2, I Have Had A Crush On Them For So Long. So I Went Up To Them And I Just Asked Them.

Y/n: She Did And All I Did Was Just Stand There Jaw Open But I Did Agree, Here We Are Now

♠

Interviewer: Who Has The Better Music Taste

Y/n: My Music Taste Is Better

*Jenna Laughs*

Y/n: 😯...Your Laughing

*Jenna Laughs*

*Y/n Chuckles*

Y/n: So Your Music Taste Is Better

Jenna: Yes

Y/n: ...Okay Maybe

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x fem reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams x gn reader #wednesday x gn reader #wednesday x fem reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader #incorrect wednesday quotes #wednesday x male reader #wednesday addams x male reader #male reader #female reader #gn reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega

768 notes · View notes

devilsjacket · 1 year

Text

How they react to you saving their life

includes: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Bianca Barclay

Warnings: Mentions of injury

Male/gn reader

🕸️ Wednesday Addams

She’s going absolutely crazy

She already almost lost Thing and now you, no way she was not having it.

You took a bad hit for her and was bleeding out quite a bit which was worrying her but she was no stranger to wounds and having to deal with them (she learnt how to treat injuries just in case Pugsley got seriously hurt)

She pressed her jumper over the wound and watched as you winced, muttering a small “sorry” afterwards

Despite your situation you were still able to smile and look up at her, Wednesday knew what you were smirking at and just sniffed trying to hide how upset she was and focus on helping you.

When you were all better and got treated by the nurse she definitely scolded you for being “reckless” and almost “leaving her”

✨ Enid Sinclair

Enid is just as upset as Wednesday maybe worse

She’s fully sobbing over you, ignoring her own injuries just to attend to yours

Unlike Wednesday she’s not good with first aid but knows basic things due to tv shows and stuff

She tries her best to help but was too shaken up over the thought of you leaving her to even do the things she had to do properly

You cough a lot which makes her gently rub your cheek with one hand whilst the other applied pressure to the wound.

When you were all better she was gentle with you but couldn’t refrain from giving you lots of kisses and hugs.

Bianca Barclay 🐝

She’s immediately taking you to the nurse

Ain’t no stalling when it comes to Bianca, and no way in hell would she try to help you herself, she knew nothing about first aid

Even though you were way taller and heavier than her she managed to get you to the nurse by putting your arm around her shoulder and also with the help of a passer by

She never left your side whilst you were in the nurses office and visited after classes, you couldn’t get her away from you even if you tried

Once you awoke expect her to be by your side holding your hand or probably asleep in the chair by you

You felt bad for keeping her away from her friends and whatnot but she just told you to be quiet and that she wouldn’t leave your side even if you asked her to, not when you almost died saving her

She’ll definitely try and find a way to repay you as well

613 notes · View notes

erynaster · 1 year

Text

Ten Minutes

Summary: Wednesday allows you to cuddle her for a short span of time. It goes as well as you'd expect.

Word Count: 1,378

Warnings: None

Pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x Male!Reader

A/N: Cute lil idea I had this morning. I hope I did well on this one!

Minor note: Reader possesses healing abilities for the sake of the story's events.

"Ten minutes."

You can hardly believe your ears.

"Sorry?" You ask.

Wednesday takes a deep breath, as though swallowing her pride before speaking.

"You get ten minutes. No more, no less." Her expression is unreadable, but the intensity of her stare gets the point across.

"Why so generous all of a sudden?" You chuckle. You and Wednesday had hardly even touched one another in the past, owing to the latter's utter distaste for any form of physical affection.

Her gaze grows stern.

"In light of the recent events that have transpired, I acknowledge that I am in your debt." Her gaze remains unchanging.

You shrug.

"If you're talking about that incident in town, then—"

"She stabbed you, Y/N."

You wince, rubbing the spot where a mugger had driven a knife through one night when you and Wednesday were making your way home from the Weathervane.

"It's not a big deal, Wends. Healing factor, remember?"

Wednesday furrows her brow.

"That doesn't make it any less of a sacrifice. She could've gotten me, and yet you took the hit for the both of us."

You shrug.

"It was the most logical decision to make, wasn't it? I mean—"

"Do you want this, or not?" Wednesday's voice carries with it a hint of impatience and coldness as she enunciates each word like a curse.

You raise your hands in surrender.

"Ooohhkay, I give. But why cuddling? Of all things, I'd never expect you to—"

"It's the most logical choice." She huffs in annoyance. "You haven't stopped pestering me for weeks about wanting to."

You laugh. "Aww, you do care."

Wednesday frowns, her gaze growing even sterner.

"If you're going to keep this up, then the deal is off."

"Okay, okay." You chuckle nervously. "So... how do you want to start?"

She suddenly falls silent.

"Bed. Now." She stands up from her chair, walking towards her bed situated in the corner of the room. Without a moment's hesitation, she clambers atop the mattress and lays there, her eyes still on you.

You can feel your heart beat a little faster.

"You're... really sure about this, huh?" You chuckle nervously.

She raises an eyebrow at you.

"I hope you aren't expecting an invitation to join me, Y/N. Because you aren't getting one." She deadpans, her eyes hardly betraying any emotion whatsoever.

You shrug, before hesitantly approaching her bed and climbing atop it as carefully as you could. You were feeling a little apprehensive about the entire situation, but that uncertainty and fear was overshadowed by the excitement of being able to finally hold your girlfriend in your arms.

You settle in next to her, your head sinking into a nearby pillow. Her eyes still haven't left you, as she seems to be taking your form in with unfettered concentration.

You clear your throat. The silence was growing unnerving.

"So... how do you want to begin?" You ask.

"You tell me." She speaks at last, and for a brief moment you can see a bit of uncertainty flash in her eyes.

Seems like you're the one who has to take initiative in this situation.

You edge a little closer to her, taking care not to move too fast for fear of upsetting/scaring her off. Once you two were laying about a few inches apart, Wednesday does the unthinkable.

She moves closer to you.

She slips an arm around your waist as as she inches closer to you, her intent stare hardly wavering. In her eyes, once you managed to look past the abyss of darkness and woe, you could see that she was afraid.

But of what, exactly?

"Hey... you okay?" You whisper.

Wednesday says nothing; her deep, abyssal eyes continuing to take you in with something akin to curiosity.

Taking her response (or lack thereof) as a 'yes', you decide to be a bit more bold in your attempts to initiate physical contact with her. You hesitantly slip an arm around her midsection, looking into her eyes for confirmation whether you should continue.

She still says nothing, though you can see her cheeks flush a faint shade of pink at your action.

Time to take things up a notch.

Swallowing your growing feelings of uncertainty, you bravely reach out for her hand, while your other hand finds it's way to her back. She doesn't protest, still maintaining eye contact with you without ever blinking once.

Feeling more confident, you give her a patient smile, pulling her close to you. Now that you two were only a few inches apart, you use a free hand to reach out and cup her cheek in your palm.

"Y/N."

You stop at the sound of her voice. It's not urgent, but there was still something in her tone that suggests otherwise.

"S-sorry. Was I going too far?" You ask nervously, retracting your hand in fear. The last thing you wanted was to make your girlfriend feel uncomfortable.

She seems to ponder this.

"No." She says after a while. "You may continue."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I am." She gives you another one of her trademark stares.

You nod, swallowing your nerves.

"Okay then..." You exhale shakily, reaching out for her cheek once more. She seems okay with the physical contact, showing no visible signs of wanting to pull away from your loving embrace. This was something new for her, you could tell. Wednesday was not above pushing you away should you get too close for comfort.

"Should I... keep going?" You ask timidly.

She doesn't respond. Instead, she breaks eye contact for a brief moment, seemingly considering her options at present. Without warning, she leans in to snuggle deep into the crook of your neck, which takes you by surprise.

You can feel your face start to heat up.

She presses a light kiss to your neck, her lips tracing over your skin in a chaste, reserved manner. This action causes your cheeks to turn even redder, and yet there was nothing you could do about it other than mouth wordlessly at her unexpected display of affection, which in all honesty felt way out of character for someone like Wednesday.

"W-Wends?" You can feel her nibbling playfully at your skin, the action sending shivers up your spine.

As she pulls away to get a good look at you, you can hear her whisper softly.

"What happens in this room stays with us, and us only, Y/N." Her voice is like silk, yet threatening all the same.

"What happens if I tell?" You whisper back, smirking.

"Then I will personally carve out your heart from your chest and feed it to you."

"Okay, noted."

Wednesday seems satisfied with your answer.

Abandoning all uncertainty and fear, you reach out to fully embrace your girlfriend in your arms, caressing her as lovingly and gently as possible. You can feel her heart beating against your chest as she rests against you; and though her expression remains as emotionless as ever, you could tell that she was enjoying this immensely.

Wednesday breathes deeply, seemingly taking in your scent as she further presses her body against yours. You can hear her whispering sweet nothings into the crook of your neck as she presses little chaste kisses to your skin, one after the other.

"So... I take it that you enjoy cuddling now?" You chuckle softly, cheeks still flushed pink.

She pulls away for a moment to stare at you coldly.

"Sorry." You chuckle nervously. I just—"

"Time's up." She pries herself out of your hug and topples out of bed, still giving you a condescending stare.

"You had your fun. I had to take those ten minutes out of my writing time." She huffs impatiently. "We're even now."

"Well, that was anticlimactic." You laugh sadly. "Thank you, though."

She nods curtly, before heading over to her table to position herself in front of her typewriter.

"Can I ask you something?" You call out to her as you hop onto the floor.

She turns around. "What is it?"

"Can we do this again sometime?" You ask hopefully.

Wednesday doesn't answer for about a minute.

"... Yes."

And with that, she turns around to work on her novel, while also hiding the fact that a smile was creeping up her now-reddened cheeks.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday x reader #male!reader #male reader #male!y/n #self shipping #wednesday x male reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday addams #wednesday x you #wednesday x gn reader #wednesday addams x gn reader #gn y/n #gn reader #gn!reader

904 notes · View notes

gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

Note

Wednesday Addams, with a Male!Reader that is like Goro Majima

Just wanna know how much of pure wackiness it can get at Nevermore especially with our main characters bc of Y/N.

I’m doing this in a headcannon format cuz I’ve got some ideas on the chaos Majima!Reader would get into. Most of these are pranks but some (like maybe 2/3) are references to the shit he’s done in the games. (1. dressed up as a girl. 2.hide in a trash can for Kiriyu and 3. driving a vehicle into a building.)

Also warning: quite fucking long cuz I went away with the fairies a little bit.

I feel like when you first met Wednesday you were laying down in a makeshift grave you’ve dug yourself on school grounds. Why? It doesn’t really matter as for the reasoning behind the action since you did things purely by impulse. many people have decided to give up in trying to figure you out because your personality often changed on a dime; making you quite the dangerous enigma.

Also some rules were set in place because of you. What an icon. We love to see it.

“What is your purpose?”

“I dunno.” You shrug, beaming up at her with a crazed grin.

“Seems like a waste of a grave.” She said, watching as you dug yourself out with a grunt, uncaring of the dirt that clung to your clothes nor how it got under your nails from your climb out. She the noticed you kneeling down next to the grave and pulling out your signature metal bat. Her dark eyes brightened with intrigue.

“Were you planning on burying someone alive?” Wednesday questions with slight interest. You shrug again before looking down at the grave that you suddenly grown bored of and sighed, hauling your bat so that it rested against your shoulder as you walked off. “It’s all yours, I’ve grown bored and besides Weems says I should reconsider the type of pranks I pull but,” you turned to look at Wednesday over your shoulder, “where’s the fun in that.” You flashed another crazed grin before walking off to who knows where, “See ya new kid.”

“It’s Wednesday-.” She goes to tell you but you seemed to have disappeared without much of a trace. Xavier, who was passing by, notes her confusion and the empty 6ft plot of dug up soil next to her and immediately knew you were behind such an expression.

“You met y/n. Didn’t you?” He asked her.

“Is that his name, he’s quite the character.” Wednesday mused, your unpredictable nature and aloof personality made you stand out even in a school for outcasts. Your mental state must be quite the minefield for Kinbott to navigate if digging up plots of land for a prank was your rendition of fun.

Xavier scoffs, “you could say that again, he once put an eyesore of a canvas in my art studio one day and when I got a loser look at it. Y/n opened his eyes, scaring me shitless, before jumped away from the canvas, his whole body was caked from head to toe in paint, and pushed me over my stool with the end of his metal bat.” Xavier subconsciously rubbed the small of his back. “Bastard then ran out of the shed, laughing hysterically…fucking psycho.”

“Interesting, maybe this school won’t be so dull as I first interpreted.” Wednesday said, uncaring of the story Xavier was telling her before walking off, leaving him befuddled. Afterwards Wednesday would asked Enid, Ajax, Eugene, hell evenTyler about you to which they were all quick to look in every direction incase you were somehow nearby before speaking their peace about you.

Enid said that you were a loose cannon, an unstoppable force of pure chaos. Yet you had a charm that would swoon boys, girls and others alike and make everyone forget that your mind was the equivalent of a bagful of rabid raccoons; You protected those who needed to be protected even though your methods were quite…extreme, seeing as your weapons of choice was a metal bat that didn’t bend after a couple of bludgeoning blows and a collection of knives. This earned you the monicure of ‘the mad dog of Nevermore.’

You scared the poor daylights out of her and Yoko one day by dressing yourself up in a white wedding gown you somehow obtained, splashed large quantities of red food dye across it to make it look like bloodstains; you even went as far as to buy a reduced Halloween makeup kit to replicate slash marks across your neck and face whilst also putting in milky white eye contacts. You had a story made up and everything about being a poor innocent normie who got stood up at the alter by her husband and then was later killed by something beastly. (It was a bear but you liked to keep it anonymous for more authenticity.)

Before this however, you told this story to the girls one night at a campfire and with the help of some of your friends in making bushes rustle, twigs snapping and other various noises. You then ventured into the woods to ‘investigate’ much to Yoko and Enid’s dismay before quickly changing and hastily putting on a wig ontop of your head and rushing back out towards the campfire, screaming. Sending the poor girls running to their shared tent. When they found that it was just you, they gave you the silent treatment for such a cruel prank.

Ajax would find you chill for the most part but once you frightened him so badly by sneaking into the shower room late one night and stuffing yourself into a cramp bin where you stayed hidden until he got out of the shower, jumping out screaming ‘boo!’ Ajax was taken off guard that badly that he accidentally stoned not just you but himself by looking directly in the mirror. Oops.

Eugene actually had nothing but good things to say about you, funnily enough to Wednesday’s surprise. At this point she found out that you were quite the trickster and an advent fan for the morbid and the macabre. However Eugene’s tales concerning you were times where you brutally beaten up normies and bullies alike for picking on him. You even suggested that he helped you in getting even by setting up a bucket load of pollen/honey that once it’s contents were dumped upon their intended victims, Eugene would them send out a small swarm of bees to chase the off.

You treated Eugene like a little brother and so whoever messed with him, messes with you also; Eugene couldn’t help but view you as the brother he always wanted. While that didn’t mean he was exempt from your shenanigans but you tended to hold yourself back when it came to Eugene. Everyone left Eugene alone because of you and in payment, Eugene would often gift you a bottle of honey as a thank you for standing by him no matter what.

Tyler doesn’t like you.

You don’t like Tyler and you made that evidently clear by doing things like breaking into Weathervane and badly busting up the coffee machine or stealing sums of money out of the area where the bottom drawer of the registers were kept, so that when he opens up in the morning he’d be in big shit with his shift manager. Did you potentially get put into jail for this? Maybe but that nor Principle Weems’ warnings of your potential expulsion did nothing to deter you from fucking shit up for Jericho and it’s residence.

We don’t talk about the time you drove a forklift into Crackstone’s statue one Outreach day, toppling it over and cracking the head away from it’s body before using said head with the forklift and sending it crashing into the city hall. You got into some BIG trouble for that stunt.

No one knew how you became the person that you were but not many dared to ask in fear that it may bring up old wounds that you’d rather left alone. So when Wednesday decided that instead of deciding whether or not she should get close to you based solely on potentially fabled stories, she would go out of her way and join you in a joint effort of making the citizens of Jericho’s life absolute hell.

But there are days where she saw the softer side of you where you weren’t all crazy eyed or trigger happy. You were smart and willing aided her in her investigation about the Hyde and Laurel Gates; Even after nearly dying in the Gates’ family home. “Why are you still helping me? You nearly died.” She’d ask not long after Enid rightfully scolded her for being so careless with human life.

You shrugged, only to wince when you moved your clawed arm from protecting Wednesday. “I don’t mind getting a little hurt if it means bringing us closer to the truth and besides,” you pulled something out from your backpack, it was a small airtight sealed bag containing a clump of the Hydes fur, “I got you some more physical evidence.” Wednesday didn’t know whether to punch you for getting hurt in getting her more evidence or kiss you for getting hurt for her in getting more evidence.

#wednesday addams fanfic #Wednesday Addams fic #Wednesday Addams imagines #Wednesday Addams imagine #wednesday imagine #Wednesday imagines #Wednesday fic #Wednesday fanfic #Wednesday x you #Wednesday Addams x you #wednesday x male reader #Wednesday Addams x male reader

405 notes · View notes