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Tickletober Day 1: Anticipation
Fandom: Wednesday
-Enjoy!
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Xavier knew he was screwed as soon as she let herself in. Actually, he knew when he saw her sitting grumpily at lunch.
"Bad day?" He asked, eyeing her warily.
"Yes." Wednesday replied curtly, gathering up some of his paint and preparing a canvas.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No." The reply made him freeze for only a moment. He cleared his throat and watched, to his horror, as she set up her space directly next to his.
They painted in silence. To anyone else, it would seem like a nice scene. Just two friends, comfortable in each other's presence without need to speak.
For poor Xavier though, it was anything but comfortable.
His movements were stiff and his face was slightly pink. Every few seconds, his eyes were drawn in her direction. His nerves were buzzing as he waited for her inevitable attack.
During one of his passing glances, Wednesday looked at him slyly. He inhaled sharply, watching her closely. She deliberately reached for a thicker brush and wiggled her fingers before picking it up.
Xavier's eyes widened and he turned away immediately. What was he painting again? It was so hard to focus with her right there.
"Hm…" the evil Addams hummed, tilting her head. "Maybe…"
Her hand shot towards the boy, fingers formed into claws. He yelped and dropped his brush. His arms went down to defend and he closed his eyes, preparing for…
… nothing?
He carefully opened one eye, then his jaw dropped, offended.
She stood there, head cocked in confusion. Evidently, she was just being a little menace, for she had stolen his magenta paint.
"Hey!" He huffed, relaxing only a tiny bit. "I was using that!"
"No you weren't." She said, looking back at her own canvas. "You were too busy waiting for me to tickle you."
He spluttered, his face going scarlet. "Wha- no! I wasn't- why-"
She held a hand up and slowly turned to face him again. She hummed thoughtfully, her eyes going from her canvas to his face, then back to whatever masterpiece she was creating. Xavier peaked at it and saw that it was covered in a light, redish color.
"I've been having trouble with my background." She said, slowly putting her brush down. "I just can't seem to get the right shade of red."
Xavier looked like a deer in headlights. His own eyes tracked between her and her canvas. A shiver ran down his spine as she cracked her knuckles and stepped towards him. He, obviously, stepped back.
"I think," she said, a smirk growing on her lips, "if I can make you blush only a little more, your face will be the perfect reference…"
He gulped.
Yep, he was so screwed.
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Here is the voted fic! Thank you all for your patience!
This took quite a while for I am dealing with writer's block, much like how Wednsday is in here.
I do hope you enjoy this ticklish!Wednesday fic (featuring evil Thing)!
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Attitude Fixing
Wednesday has writer's block and Thing is determined to make her admit why.
Wednesday was thankful for the break. She was.
Enid had decided, for the first time all semester, to have a sleepover with some of her other friends. She had moved over there as soon as their last class had ended. Wednesday had begrudgingly let the werewolf hug her goodbye.
She didn't care for the hug, nor that Enid wasn't there to interrupt her writing time. She wasn't fazed that Enid was gone instead of sending giggly texts on her side of the room. Neither was she concerned that Enid's insecent tickle attacks had stopped, letting her write in peace
And she definitely wasn't hitting a massive writer's block, rendering her unable to continue Viper's story.
Growling, she ripped the very nearly blank page from the typewriter, balled it up, and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and fell on top of the ever growing pile of crumpled paper.
She leaned her head against the desk and sighed. Writer's block wasn't unfamiliar to her. It was always a pain, but she'd always been able to work through it.
But this time… she just couldn't get her brain to work. She'd try to write, and the sentence would look wrong. Or the wording was wrong. Or it was just… wrong.
The feeling was infuriating.
A familiar scuttling made her raise her head. Thing climbed up the table and stood in front of her, looking between the typewriter and her.
What's wrong? He asked.
"There is nothing wrong." Wednesday huffed. "Just running into a small wall."
He looked at the pile of paper, then back to her. He tilted slightly. Small?
"Yes, small."
This hasn't happened all semester.
"Are you insinuating something?" Wednesday stood, glaring at him.
Unfazed, he continued to tap away. The only change is that Enid isn't here. Do you think-
Wednesday slammed her hand onto the desk. "I do not need her around to write! How dare you assume that!"
It's the only reason-
"You seem to have forgotten, but I need silence to write." Wednesday growled, turning her back on him. "Enid has nothing to do with this block."
She does! You have gotten used to her talking on the phone-
"Haven't!"
Scrolling through tiktoks without earphones-
"That habit is annoying and I do not enjoy it."
Even the many times she's tried to tickle you while you write-
"Thing!" Wednesday whipped around, her teeth clenched and a small dust of color on her cheeks. "I advise you to drop these falsehoods before I lock you in a drawer for the rest of the night."
Thing looked back at her dark eyes defiantly. If they are falsehoods, then why are you so worked up?
"I am not!" Wednesday crossed her arms, facing off against the offending appendage.
The two glared at each other, both too stubborn to back down. Thing continued to stare as he slowly tapped out a single sentence.
I don't like your attitude, Addams.
Wednesday's eyes widened and she took a single step back. "Don't. You. Dare."
I won't, if you admit that you miss Enid during your writing time.
Wednesday looked at the hand. She shifted in her stance, but didn't say anything.
Thing waited patiently, well aware that she would never admit such a thing to anyone.
Not unless someone made her.
Much to her denial, Wednesday shrieked as Thing jumped off the table and ran at her. She bolted, kicking the pile of paper into his way.
The distraction barely slowed him down as he chased the girl round the room. It took no time for her to be cornered in front of her bed. Thing stopped in front of her, eerily frozen.
"Thing, no!" She said slowly, her eyes searching desperately for a way out.
Admit it. He ordered, creeping forward slowly.
Her face hardened, the panic slipping away as she found a small string of confidence. "No. I will not admit something that is not true."
If hands could sigh, Thing probably did. Your choice.
He skittered forward, climbing up her leg in seconds. Her small dose of confidence slipped away as he paused to squeeze her knee.
"Thing!" She grunted, kicking her leg as tiny shocks ran up it. "Let go!" She reached down to pull him off, but, much to her horror, he latched onto her arm instead.
A weird mix of a yelp and a squeak left her mouth as he gently scratched at her forearm. She bit the inside of her cheek as a smile forced itself on her face.
She shook her arm and stepped back, hoping to throw him off. The only problem, there was nowhere to back away.
She yelped in shock as her legs hit the bed. Thing held on as she fell back, flailing only a small bit.
As soon as he recovered, Thing crawled up her arm and poked at her neck. Her eyes widened as her breath hitched. She reached up to push him away, but that's what he was counting on.
Immediately after she batted at him, he bolted down to her exposed ribs and squeezed. She jolted and definitely didn't snort.
"Thing, stop!" She spluttered, turning onto her side and trying to pull him away. She could feel the laughter travel up her throat and she closed her eyes.
Of course, he didn't listen. Instead, he found that spot.
Wednesday instantly burst into laughter as he pinched at the back of her ribs. She rolled over, almost squishing him.
"Thihihing!" She arched her back as he spread his fingers to scratch at her entire side. "Plehehease!"
He didn't reply, completely occupied with pulling the awkward laughter from her lungs. She thrashed on the bed, messing up her normally perfect bedsheets.
But, despite the chaotic reaction, she was able to restrain some of her laughter. Sure, she was laughing, but it wasn't her laugh.
That just wouldn't do.
Thing paused and she gasped for breath. She fell still, her limbs heavy as lead. She was about to sit up when Thing crawled under her shirt.
She froze, her breath hitching. "Thing, dohoHOHON'T!"
There it was.
She cackled and curled into herself as he scribbled against her bare stomach and sides. Under normal circumstances, she would've easily caught him, but with the laughter Draining the energy out of her body, she could barely move as it was.
"IHI WIHIHILL RIHIP OFF YOHOUR FINGERS!" She shrieked, clawing at her shirt.
If you have energy to threaten my life. Thing signed, making sure to keep his touch light so as to keep tormenting the young Addams. Then you have energy to be tickled.
Whatever insults or curses she planned to say died on her lips as he scratched at the back of her ribs again. She lurched then fell limp, her brain short circuiting by the overwhelming feeling. She only had enough brain cells to cover her face with her arm, her laughter muffling only slightly.
Thing stopped as soon as her laughter turned into wheezing. He carefully dragged himself over to sit next to her blocked face. He stood there, waiting patiently for her to look at him.
It only took her a few moments to recover before she put her arm down and turned to glare at the awful appendage. It would've been her scariest look yet, if it weren't for the slight color on her cheeks and the slight upturn of her lips.
Admit. It. Thing tapped out, standing his ground.
"No." She sneered, her voice hoarse.
He fluttered his fingers against her neck. She cringed away immediately. Her eyes widened as she saw him start to crawl back towards her ribs.
"Fine, I yield!" She yelped, quickly covering her abdomen. "I'll admit it, you loathsome beast!"
He stopped and waited. She sighed and carefully sat up, her head spinning only a little bit.
"I may or may not…" She hesitated, glancing at Thing. "Miss Enid… a little bit."
And? He signed, obviously smug in his win.
She swallowed her pride, glaring at the floor. "And I need her infernal racket in order to write."
Aaaand?
She whipped around. "There is nothing else, you blasted child of a deformed goat!"
Is there, though? He tapped out, creeping closer. You just have to admit that you enjoy it when she tick-
Wednesday lunged. Thing hopped back, barely dodging her grasp. He seemed to realize that his immunity had run out as she lunged at him again.
He leapt off the bed and ran for Enid's plushie pile. Wednesday was quick to follow.
"Get back here!" She growled, sliding in his way.
She tried to grab him, but he skittered past and dove into the plushies. She huffed and went after him.
"You can't get away from me, Thing!" She tossed a small elephant behind her. "We Addams are relentless!"
Thing dodged her hands and tossed a pink cat into her face. She shook her head and crushed him with a soft panda. He wriggled out and tossed another cat at her.
Both of them froze as the door to the dorm creaked open. Wednesday scrambled stand up and turned around, ready to curse whoever thought it was a great idea to enter her room unannounced.
Enid stood there, her eyes wide as saucers. Her jaw was dropped as she took in the state of their shared room.
There was crumpled up paper all over the floor along with many of her plushies. Her roommate's usually neat bed was fussed up, the blanket hanging halfway off and one of the pillows laying on the floor. Wednesday's desk chair was knocked over on the floor.
As for Wednesday herself, she stood in front of the ruined pile of plushies, a poodle gripped in her hand. Her shirt was untucked and her hair was slightly undone. She was panting heavily and her cheeks were red as her glare morphed into shock.
Thing slowly crawled out of the pile and darted across the floor and out the window, closing it behind him. Neither girl reacted to this as they stared at each other.
"I forgot my nail polish…" Enid whispered, slowly closing the door behind her. "What in the world happened here?"
Wednesday opened her mouth, looked at the chaos, and closed it again. She dropped the poodle and brushed off her skirt, trying to retain some shred of dignity.
"Thing and I had a… disagreement." She answered, folding her arms.
"Oh, no no." Enid scoffed, shaking her head. "I've seen you two have many disagreements. This was something completely different!"
"We had a heated argument?" Wednesday mended, watching as the werewolf grabbed the nail polish from her night table.
"What kind of 'argument' would make you look like… that?" Enid gestured to her roommate's attire. "You're usually so put together."
Thing tapped at the window, drawing both girls' attention. I tickled her cause she was being rude. He signed, quickly skittering away as soon as he finished his statement.
"He, what!?" Enid gasped, turning to her roomate. "I thought you were 'strong against such playful attacks'?" She quoted, grinning.
Wednesday's face flushed a slight bit more. "Yes, well, he has known me for quite some time, ergo he knows my weaknesses." She spoke in a rush, grabbing Enid's wrist. "Now why don't you-" She dragged her roommate to the door and opened it. "-return to your sleepover and forget any of this ever happened."
"Now, hold on-" Enid yelped as she was shoved out the door. "My plushies-"
"I will clean up our room." Wednesday interrupted. "Now, do not speak to any of your friends about this or I will tickle you all night long. Goodbye. Enid."
The door closed, leaving Enid flabbergasted and slightly flustered on the other side. She debated going back in, but decided against it.
She would tickle Wednesday eventually. Just not tonight.
First, she'd need to somehow convince Thing to reveal Wednesday's secrets…
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Technically, this fic is based right before An Artists Question. Weird, huh?
Anyway, I do hope you guys enjoy this and I will try to free myself from the throes of writer's block to create more content!
Have a fabulous day/night and pray for Thing. He is probably going to need it...
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Welp. The headcannons didn't help, so here's a fic featuring a tiny bit of ticklish!Wednesday and a lot of poor, ticklish!Xavier.
Enjoy!
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An Artist's Question
Xavier overhears and interesting conversation and can't stop focusing one thing: Is Wednesday Addams ticklish?
Xavier stared at the wall, barely listening to the teacher's monologue. No matter how much he tried, his mind always wandered back to that moment.
Earlier that morning, he accidentally eavesdropped on a secret conversation between Enid and Thing. He didn't mean too, they were just talking outside near wear his private studio was.
He had been walking back to school when he heard someone's voice. It sounded like Enid. He had planned to just sneak on by, but his attention had been diverted.
"C'mon, Thing. At least tell me where she's most ticklish!"
He had frozen in place. Of course, he hadn't thought they were talking about Wednesday.
"I swear, I will protect you from the scary, emo girl. Just tell me, please!"
He had snuck by after that. The conversation seemed too private so he had told himself that he'd stop thinking about it.
But, there he was. Thinking about it. A lot.
He drummed his fingers on his desk. Wednesday Addams? Ticklish? That did not fit at all. But then again… Enid wouldn't sound that desperate if it was false. And there was no way she would have known he was there since he made sure to stay downwind.
He sighed and turned back to the teacher. There was nothing he could do about it. He just had to focus.
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It was the end of the school day, and Xavier still couldn't stop thinking about it. In fact, he started thinking about it more.
He was in his private studio, holding his paint brush. He was all set and ready to paint, but he just stood there. Frozen.
If Wednesday was ticklish, how ticklish was she? Where would she be ticklish? And, most importantly, what did her laugh sound like?
That question had been haunting him. There was no way for him to imagine her actually laughing. He couldn't even imagine her smiling. He'd seen her smirk, but never smile.
Would her laugh be loud or quiet? Would it be squeaky or giggly? Would she snort? Would she shriek or cackle?
His mind continued to run wild as he stared at his blank canvas. He probably would've stayed like that all night, if an odd twist of irony hadn't interrupted him.
He jumped as his door creaked open. He whipped around to see the source of his spiraling mind.
"Hello, Xavier." Wednesday said, just as mellow as always. "May I accompany you while you paint?"
He stared at her for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. "Uh… you can, but I don't think there'll be much painting today." He said sheepishly, putting his paintbrush down.
"Why not?" She asked, closing the door and letting herself into his studio.
"My mind isn't…" he stared at her. "Focussing really well today."
She looked back at him. He glanced away, and looked out the window.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" She asked, walking up to him. He looked back and swallowed as her dark eyes glared at him suspiciously.
"N-No reason!" He said, taking a step back.
"I think there is a reason." She stepped closer to him. "Tell me."
"I overheard Enid talking to Thing about how you're ticklish." He blurted out. He didn't know why, Wednesday just seemed to be able to pull the truth out of anyone.
Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "What?"
He stared at her, a grin pulling at his lips. "Wait… are you actually?"
"No." She said, folding her arms. "Enid was lying."
Xavier raised his eyebrows. "I don't think Enid is capable of lying. You are, though."
Wednesday stayed silent. That was all the confirmation Xavier needed.
"You're ticklish!" He said, laughing. "You, Wednesday Addams, are ticklish!"
"No, I'm not!" She argued, taking another step back. "I have no clue how you came to that false conclusion."
"Then, I can test it out, right?"
She seemed taken aback by this question. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Xavier smirked and approached her. She backed away. Soon enough, her back hit the wall.
Her eyes widened even more as he stopped in front of her. They stared at each other, waiting for the other to act.
"I will warn you as I have warned Enid." Wednesday whispered suddenly, her eyes darkening. "If you attempt to tickle me, I will return the attack back on you. Tenfold."
Xavier paused, weighing his options. Was it worth it?
…
It definitely was.
He shot his hand out, immediately latching onto her side. He squeezed a few times and her breath caught in her throat.
She grabbed his hand, her face flushing slightly, and tried to push it away. His grin widened and he grabbed her other side while she was distracted.
An odd, gasp left her lips and she buckled slightly. Her teeth clenched as she tried to twist away.
"Xavier Thorpe, stop!" She tried to say intimidatingly. But he could hear the slightest waver in her voice.
Wednesday Addams was ticklish, confirmed.
"What was that you said?" He teased, creeping his hands up towards her ribs. "Something about you returning it to me tenfold?"
Wednesday grabbed his arms and pushed them down. Her eyes were wide as they met his own.
"I guess ribs are bad, huh?" He asked, pushing against her grip. "Good to know."
The girl inhaled sharply, as if to brace herself, and let go of his hands. He instantly took advantage of it and pinched her ribs.
What sounded like a muffled squeak left her lips. She buckled, but not before digging her own fingers into his sides.
Xavier yelped and backed away on instinct, his arms wrapping around his midsection. He looked up and felt a shiver of dread run down his spine.
Wednesday glared back at him. She stood tall, her hands poised and ready to attack. She showed no signs of ever almost laughing in the first place.
"Say your prayers, Xavier Thorpe." She said, low and menacingly, before darting at him.
Twas embarrassing to admit, but he did scream. He tried to run, but it was too late. His fate was already sealed with a black, vengeful glue.
As soon as his back was turned, hands latched onto his ribs, immediately tickling him to the ground.
He burst into laughter and kicked at her. She retaliated by kneeling onto his legs and clawing at his sides.
"WEHEHENDSDAHAHY!" He shrieked, thrashing on the ground.
"What?" She asked nonchalantly, spidering her manicured nails up his back.
"IHI'M SOHOHORRY!" He cackled out, trying to drag himself away. Unfortunately, Wednesday was heavier than she looked.
"Thank you for the apology, but I'm not stopping." She replied, digging into his armpits.
He screamed a high-pitched scream and clamped his arms to his sides. He tried to get up, but every time he was able to lift himself up, she just traced his back again and he fell back down.
"Where else are you ticklish, Mr. Thorpe?" She asked, poking at his hips.
The poor boy only shook his head, his face already red from laughing. His laughter shot up a few octaves as she pinched the back of his neck.
Her face fell into an evil smirk. "I see…" She mused, instantly spidering under his ear with one hand as the other squeezed his side. "Your neck seems especially sensitive."
He jerked away from the tingling on his neck, but she just switched to the other side. No matter how much he struggled, he could never get away.
"I am trained in many ways of torture." She said, sliding off him while continuing to torment his ribs. "Unfortunately for you and Enid, that includes tickling."
One of her hands shot down and scratched at the back of his knee. A snort flew out of his mouth as well as an ear-splitting shriek.
Wednesday flinched and her smirk turned into a massive grin. Obviously, Xavier couldn't see it cause he was too busy cackling his depressed lungs out.
"I do believe this may be your worst spots." She said, keeping the smile out of her voice. "Unusual, but sensitive nonetheless."
The artist slammed his hand on the ground as she targeted both knees, desperate for her to get the message. Luckily, she did.
She stopped tickling and stood up. Xavier fell limp and continued to giggle on the ground, his eyes closed with a few tears on his cheeks.
Wednesday couldn't help but smile endearingly down at him. This kind of state was rare to see in most people. It filled her with a kind of warmth she couldn't describe. It was the same warmth she felt after she tickled Enid to tears as well. And Eugene…
Catching herself, she forced the smile away and turned to grab the water bottle on his work bench. It did not matter what the feeling was. It was useless anyway.
She crouched next to his head and placed the bottle next to him. "I do hope you learned your lesson better than my insufferable roommate." She said after his breathing had slowed.
He sat up and took a sip of his water before looking at her, confused. "You mean Enid hasn't given up after that kind of torture?"
Wednesday sat next to him and shook her head. "She continues to persist in her attempts. I am starting to believe she enjoys tickling with how often I've had to exact revenge."
Xavier felt his face warm slightly. "That would be weird…"
"Not especially." Wednesday looked at him, her eyes unreadable. "Most humans and non-humans alike seek physical closeness with one another. And it is normal for people to enjoy laughing. If you add those concepts together, it makes a lot more sense than other activities one might enjoy."
Xavier's face flushed and he turned away, chugging from the bottle. There was no way she knew, right?
Wednesday stood back up and brushed herself off. "I must be going now. My writing time is almost here." She said with a heavy sigh.
Xavier looked back up at her. "I thought you'd want to stay here? What with your persistent roommate and all."
Wednesday shrugged and carefully walked to the door. "My writing time is important. And I'm fully prepared to torment her. Again."
Xavier stood up. "But you've only been here for five minutes?"
Wednesday turned to him, the slightest of smirks on her face as she opened the door. "Perhaps… but maybe I was looking to tickle you the whole time. I do find enjoyment in tormenting others, after all."
Xavier's face flushed a bright red. Wednesday's smirk widened and she left, the door creaking behind her as her footsteps became quiet.
Xavier stood in the middle of the studio, his body still tingling from the recent attack on his nerves. His face slowly cooled down and his eyes widened in realization.
He just gave his secret away to the most skilled tickler in the school.
He turned to his canvas and picked up his paintbrush and began to paint with a bright red
He was so screwed.
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Do you think Wednesday knows his secret?
The answer is: definitely.
I hope you enjoyed this fic and now I hope to finish what I've been trying to finish for months now.
Have a wonderful day/night and don't tickle Wednesday Addams. Or do, it's up to you. ;)
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Here we go! The second part! Just one more after... Hope you guys enjoy!
(Enid and Wednesday are my favorite characters and you can probably tell from this post...)
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✨ Wednesday Tickle Headcannons Part 2✨
Wednesday Addams
Lee Headcannons
Obviously, she denies being ticklish even if someone is tickling her
Doesn't change the fact that she is anyway
Is the most resilient out of the group
Will never laugh to something as childish as tickling
Shockingly, she is one of the more ticklish out of the group
Is just ticklish everywhere, but is so good at hiding it no one notices
Poking and light tickles do not effect her if she is expecting it
Will hold her breath and glare at her attacker if they try
It used to be that she would break her attacker's fingers when they tried
But now...
She kinda grabs their hands and pushes them away
(Enid probably effected her more than she thought)
Her initial laugh is quiet and breathy, almost inaudible
But if you get her good...
Her true laugh is this raspy cackle with a few squeaks thrown in
She will deny she squeaks, but that is a lie
There is a point on her ribs where if her attacker squeezes it, she will instantly crumple to the ground
After that, she will probably get up like nothing happened. She is a tough girl after all
Thing knows this spot, but has been sufficiently threatened to never reveal it
Thing also tickles her quite frequently without terrible punishment
Except her vengeance
The first person to figure out she was ticklish was Eugene, because of his defender bees
Teases do not work on her
But, compliments do
She is so used to people just insulting her, that getting an honest compliment puts her off
That combined with the vulnerability of being tickled just completely flusters her
In all honesty, she doesn't completely hate being tickled, as long as her attacker is someone she trusts
She kinda made herself touch starved and lonely, so obviously tickling is a great cure for that
Her worst spots are her ribs and her forearms
(also, Jenna Ortega has dimples, ergo, Wednesday has dimples. I have not been able to stop thinking about this fact so now I curse you all with it)
Ler Headcannons
If she intends to tickle you
RUN
This girl has learned all of the ways to properly torture someone, and that includes tickling
She is by far the worst Ler in the group
Every single time her friends have tried to tickle her, she just turns the tables
No one can hold their laughter if she's tickling them
Gentle is not in her vocabulary
She will go straight for the kill
And she will tickle her victim to tears
She will pin her victim down and go to town
Plus, she has Thing on her side
She never used tools. Using her own hands is more fun
She will find any reason to tickle her friends
Too loud? Wrecked
Too hyper? Wrecked
Too annoying? Wrecked
Looked at her weirdly? Wrecked
Interrupted her writing time? Double Wrecked
Does tease her victim with a straight face
"Are you ticklish here?"
"Bad spot? Noted."
"What if I do this?"
"You are really ticklish."
To add on to this evil Ler energy:
She loves to build anticipation
It's just another way to torture her victim
She will go days on end, reaching for their sides, whispering that they have a limited time left, wiggle her fingers from across the room, etc.
All with a completely straight face
Or a slight smirk if she's feeling especially wicked
She will do this until either they break, or she grows bored
At first, aftercare was not a thing for her
Until Enid talked to her about it
Now, she will get some water and wait next to her victim, occasionally asking if they're ok
✨Bonus Secret✨
If you think she will be completely straight faced while wrecking someone,
You are wrong
When her victim can't see her face,
She will smile
Not smirk, smile
A massive, bright smile
Of course, she will wipe it off her face as soon as they are done
But if you somehow open your eyes discreetly,
You will see a beautiful sight
Enid Sinclair
Lee Headcannons
THIS LITTLE, TICKLISH BEAN
(sorry)
Anyway
This girl is really ticklish
It's honestly a shock that no one found out about it sooner
She tries to deny that she is ticklish, but her bright pink face would say otherwise
Has barely no resilience to tickling
She can hold out for about thirty seconds before giggling like mad
Light and hard tickles are super effective
Sneaking up behind her and poking her back will make her jump ten feet into the air
Will bolt away giggling if someone says they'll tickle her
Any variation of the word 'tickle' will send her face aflame
Giggles if someone wiggles their fingers at her
She will grab onto her attacker's hands, but never push them away
Squirms
Her laugh is as bright and loud as her side of the room
Definitely snorts and squeals
The first people to figure out she was ticklish we're Wednesday and Thing
That was an... Interesting day for her
She %100 loves being tickled
I like to think werewolves are very physically affectionate and she was tickled all the time as a child
When she didn't wolf out at the right time, that stopped completely
Now, she has found that affection in her friends
Will deny that she likes it, but no one believes her
She's just too obviously happy to not enjoy it
Teases of any kind are the death of her
She will melt into a puddle of embarrassed giggles if someone teases her without tickling her
Calling her "cutie" will make her cover her face, even if she is being wrecked
Her worst spots are her stomach and her back
Also, her cheeks are ticklish
Ler Headcannons
If there is one thing she loves almost as much as being tickled, it's tickling her friends
If she finds out one of her friends is ticklish, her eyes will light up like the moon and she will immediately pounce on them
She will smile the entire time as she tickles someone
Is definitely super playful
Loves chasing them down
Is somehow good at teasing, despite her own weakness to it
"Where are you going?"
"I'm gonna getcha~!"
She is probably just very distracted
Still can't say 'tickle' when tickling someone
Will give raspberries to her victims
Also, claws
CLAWS
My goodness, her claws are deadly
Enjoys lightly tickling them along with wrecking
She gets so many adorable reactions when she tickles lightly
Will bring her victims somewhere comfortable when they're done and cuddle them
Such a cuddler
(I fluffing love her more than life itself)
Bianca Barclay
Lee Headcannons
Is only ticklish in a few spots
Won't deny her ticklishness
If someone asks, she'll answer honestly
Is the second hardest to tickle
Has a great resilience to it
Teases and wiggling fingers do not affect her
In other words, she is really hard to get
Is not ticklish on her sides, ribs, or stomach
People try and she will just shrug then grab them to dish out what they tried to serve
This makes people believe she isn't ticklish
Her laugh is very loud and high pitched
Cannot use her siren powers when she's laughing
Doesn't necessarily hate being tickled, it's just not something she thinks about frequently
Her palms, feet, and neck are her worst spots.
She is also ticklish on her knees, though they're not as bad
The point where her gills come out in the water is especially sensitive
The first person in the group to find out she was ticklish was actually Enid
Ler Headcannons
Only tickles people if they tickle her first or if someone recruits her to help
Will use her siren powers to keep her victim from running
Has used her siren powers to make them tickle someone else
Basically, she can be a menace with that power
Her nails are pretty deadly
Never tickles people for too long for retaliation
Not unless they ask...
If someone wants her help to tickle someone, she will go along with it
She knows they'd probably drag her into it anyway, so might as well get it over with
Will tease people in a bratty way
"Are you seriously this ticklish?"
"I'm not killing you, stop being so dramatic!"
"Not here? I mean, I kinda feel like staying here, so sucks for you."
Grows to like tickling people the more she hangs out with the others
Will help her victim to the kitchen when she's done and get them some snacks and water
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My goodness, Bianca's is so much shorter than the other two's... Whoops. Hope that's ok!
Part three will come out soon. (It is also the one I'm most excited about!)
May you guys be blessed with a good day/night and don't anger Wednesday into tickling you!
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Here it is, again. The last part of the headcannons!
(my phone crashed and it didn't post well the first time...)
This one is different thoughts and dynamics between those I've made headcannons about.
Will they be in any discernible order? No. But that doesn't matter!
Enjoy!
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✨Wednesday Tickle Headcannons Part 3✨
I headcannon that Xavier and Ajax became roommates after season 1
Literally the first thing they did was an icebreaker game that changed into Ajax wrecking him
Thing showed Enid that Wednesday was ticklish, but the werewolf has yet to actually get her to laugh
Wednesday is the unbeatable tickle monster of the group
Everyone, except Bianca, has tried to tickle her, but it never goes well
They even tried teaming up, with Bianca this one time, to get her
It did not end well...
Enid is jealous of Eugene because he has heard Wednesday laugh
(Not her real laugh, but the breathy one)
Like I have said, no one can resist the bees. Not even Wednesday Addams
Ajax and Enid get into tickle fights all the time
They both enjoy laughing and making other people laugh, so that goes well together
They also frequently team up on poor Xavier, usually because he's acting too down
Enid always tried to sneak attack people
She has successfully snuck up on Eugene, Xavier, and Ajax many times
She has snuck up on Bianca too a few times She has never snuck up on Thing and has only snuck up on Wednesday once
Wednesday tickles Enid the most out of the group simply because the werewolf constantly tries to sneak up on her
Enid is determined to wreck Wednesday
Xavier also has some interest on hearing Wednesday laugh, though he goes more for stupid jokes than tickling
He tried tickling once, and...
He's too scared to do it on his own again
Thing has tickled Wednesday way more times than her friends know
He frequently gets fed up with her attitude and has come to the conclusion that tickling her works to fix that
But, he always tickles her when others aren't around. He doesn't want her to be uncomfortable
Bianca doesn't tickle people as often as the others, it's mostly just her getting dragged into their shinanigens
If Xavier or Ajax ask for her help, she will most likely refuse Unless they are recruiting her to attack Wednesday
She still wants to get one over Wednesday, so she won't pass up the chance to try Shockingly, she's more likely to help if Enid asks her
The two had a school project to do together and at the end they were really good friends
Everyone is confused how that happened. Probably Enid's natural charm
Bianca and Wednesday have an odd rivalry-friendship
They constantly challenge each other to various competitions
They're the type to poke each other throughout a class to get the other to laugh
Of course, Bianca does not win that one
The only person Enid can ask for tickles is Thing
I guess it's less embarrassing if they can't smirk at you?
Wednesday has come back to their room to see Thing tickling the heck out of Enid
She always shrugs and goes about her day, neither commenting nor assisting her roommate
(She definitely knows that Enid asks Thing to tickle her, she just doesn't say anything. She's gone a little soft for Enid)
There have been random times where Wednesday will just tickle Xavier
She gives no explanation. She just shows up to his private studio and tickles the crap out of him
She does this to Enid as well
She'll just come back from class and pin Enid to the bed for no reason
(She secretly loves their laughs and does this after a bad day instead of talking about it. Cheers her right up)
Ajax has never tried to tickle Wednesday outside of a group attack
The poor boy is terrified of her because he saw her wrecking Xavier once
At least with a group he can sacrifice someone to the angry Addams and get away
For a few hours at least...
Ajax is the only one who knows Xavier likes being tickled
He has sworn every oath to never tell a soul, especially Wednesday
He doesn't, but he makes sure to sneak attack Xavier when they're chilling in their room together as much as possible
Eugene is attacked the least, simply because of his bees
He's usually the one who gets tiny pokes throughout the day and short attacks from everyone
Especially Wednesday and Ajax
Enid has gotten him a few times as well
He doesn't attack people as much either, not unless he gets annoyed by them Or if he's looking for revenge
Wednesday and Eugene have a secret game they play that the others don't know about It started when he felt a tiny mischievous
and sent a single bee to go tickle her during one of her classes
The next day, she sent Thing to do the same thing to him
Ever since, they've just been going back and forth with this, waiting for the other to tap out of the game
Eugene may be the most ticklish, but he is also one of the most stubborn
It's the only reason he hasn't laughed aloud in class yet
There was one time that the seven of them went for a little campout to hang
The trip was how Bianca got a little more integrated to the group
It started out ok, but devolved into a chaotic tickle fight
Then it turned into all of them trying to get Wednesday
Unfortunately, Addams revel in darkness
They all have yet to make her honestly laugh
But they will
Eventually
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That's it for headcannons! hope you guys enjoyed all of these.
Next up: a request and a secret fic....
Hope your day/night will be fantastic!
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Here we go. Tis time for my Wednesday hyper fixation to reveal itself. Enjoy!
(apologies if these are badly organized. My brain is running a million miles an hour as I write these)
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✨Wednesday Tickle Headcannons: Part 1✨
Xavier Thorpe
Lee Headcannons
He is more ticklish than people think
Not extremely so, people just don't expect it
He is really good at hiding it
Like, scarily so
Tickling his worst spots will make him break immediately, but it's hard to find
His parents never gave him enough attention, so he actually likes being tickled
Has accidentally drawn a tickle monster while fantasizing about it
Luckily, he was in his private studio so no one saw
Wants to keep the tough guy image, so he will deny being ticklish despite his want for it
His laugh is quite loud
He snorts if you tickle his knees. I have no evidence for this, but he does
He does thrash a lot and has accidentally kicked his attacker because of it
The first in the group to find out he was ticklish was Bianca while they were dating
He will deny the fact that he enjoys it, and people do believe him
His worst spots are his knees and neck
Ler Headcannons
He enjoys tickling people just as much as he enjoys being tickled
He is ruthless
He loves chasing people down to tickle them
He has also drawn feathers and used them to tickle his victims
He smiles evily as his victim laughs
He loves teasing them, especially when they try not to laugh
"Just laugh already. You know you want to~"
His favorite technique is to switch spots constantly to keep them guessing
He always gets the best reactions that way
Always gets a glass of water for his lee when they're done
Ajax Petropolus
Lee Headcannons
He is an adorable doofus
Is quite ticklish and no one is surprised
If he is asked if he is ticklish, he'll just say 'yes' and then immediately catch himself and run away in terror
If someone just pokes him, he will jump and shriek
Everyone pokes him because of this
Is the type to tell you his deepest, darkest secret if it means you won't tickle him
He is fine with being tickled because the ler is usually very happy when they do
Will giggle before you even catch him
Will always run away if anyone shows any sign that they want to tickle him
He never restrains his laugh
It's loud, it's bright, and it will always make you smile
Will always retaliate while someone is tickling him
The first person to find out he was ticklish was Xavier, surprisingly
Xavier then immediately told Enid and his fate was sealed
Will always flush bright red when teased
His worst spots are his armpits and hips
Ler Headcannons
He loves making people happy
If someone laughs around him, he immediately gets a happiness overload
Because of this, he loves tickling people
He will chase his victim across the whole campus and still won't give up
Loves playing tickle games
Always has the brightest smile when he tickles someone
Loves it when his lee hides and he has to go find them
Is the god of teasing
No tease is too childish
"Cootchie-coo!"
"Does this tickle? Yes? Well too bad!"
Would cook a four course meal for his lee after they're done
If he could cook, that is
He usually settles with getting them comfortable and making a sandwich for them
Eugene Otinger
Lee Headcannons
This poor boy...
He is the most ticklish of the group
Poking him a few times can send him into full blown laughter
He has no resistance to tickling
If he gets tickled, he'll just instantly laugh
Despite this, he is never tickled for long periods of time
Why?
Bees
They will protect him from any attack
Evidently, that includes tickling
He is very squeaky when he's tickled
He also kinda curls into himself, like a little roly-poly
He barely struggles, so there is no need to pin him down
The first in the group to find out he was ticklish was Wednesday
She was also the first to find out that the bees would protect him
Teases absolutely destroy him
He just can't take it
He doesn't hate being tickled, but he doesn't like it
He just let's people tickle him cause it makes him feel like he has friends
His worst spots are his sides and stomach
Ler Headcannons
He doesn't tickle people much
When he does, he's really embarrassed about it
He's more confident when the group does a massive tickle fight or if he has a partner
He's also more confident if they antagonize home first
He likes teasing by fluttering his fingers above his victims and gasping:
"The bees are coming to get you~"
Never fails to get his victim giggling, whether from them being flustered or them finding it goofy
He always has this massive grin on his face and definitely laughs along
Sometimes, when he's really annoyed at someone, he will call his bees
No one can resist the bees
Is the one to make sure his lee is ok after they're done by asking so many questions
Usually he asks them so fast that it's hard to reply
✨Bonus✨
Thing
Lee Headcannons
For being a hand, he is really ticklish
He wriggles around a lot, so it's always best to flip him over to tickle him
He also taps the surface he's on
In Morse code, it always translates to something like this:
JDKXIDVAKDNXK
Obviously, he has no laugh but people enjoy tickling him anyway
It's shockingly adorable to watch
His worst spot is his palm
The first person (outside the Addams family) to find out he was ticklish was Enid
She was painting his nails and he jumped when she accidentally got his finger
Somehow, she immediately knew what that meant
Suddenly, there was a hand skittering around the school with a very determined werewolf chasing after it
He doesn't mind being tickled. It makes him feel included
Ler Headcannons
He is terrifying
Ever had a hand chase at you at blinding speeds?
That's what happens when he tries to get someone
He will crawl all over his lee so fast, they will never catch him
Is frequently Wednesday's partner in tickler crime
Loves it when someone has a ticklish back
He'll just runs up and down their back if they are
No one can stop him because they don't want to crush him
There have been many instances when a student will run screaming down the hall with a hand chasing after them intently
His absolute favorite game is sneaking into one of his friend's classes and tickling them while they try to pay attention
He's just a little tickle gremlin
Will try his best to bring his lee some water when they're done
Usually he just settles on bringing them a little snack
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That's it for the first part! Second one will come out later.
Have a fabulous day and try not to be chased by hands!
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Requests are Closed
Current Hyperfixation: None.
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Hello, I'm Ko! Like my title suggests, I am autistic so there will be hyper fixations here. I used to be a lurker here, but I'm finally out in the open!
Her are a few things to know:
🐨This is an SFW tickle blog.
🐨I am very uncomfortable with NSFW content, so please DNI if you are an NSFW blog.
🐨I do write tickle fics and can write for many, many fandoms.
🐨I also write for my own ocs.
🐨I don't draw
I think that's it for now. Have fun in my little fluffy corner of the internet!
Fandom List under the cut and other info under the cut.
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So... I write for a lot of fandoms, so please look at the rules before requesting anything.
Also, this is a place for fluff so I am totally fine with ignoring canon storylines (cause some are just sad).
Thank you!
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Request Rules
🍃 Absolutely no NSFW requests.
🍃No problematic ships (adult x minor, relative x relative, stuff like that)
🍃If a character has specified what their sexuality is, I will not change it. (ex. Robin came out as lesbian, but no other character has come out).
🍃I will not change a character's cannon gender.
🍃I will add an OC of yours if you want it, but I'd need sufficient information about your OC.
🍃I do not care how detailed your request is, as long as you specify if the character(s) is a lee, ler, or switch.
🍃I will write for ships, but I'm not comfortable with them all. So, if I'm not comfortable, I will answer your request with why.
🍃I will write for pretty much any character, but I'm not comfortable with them all. So, if I'm not comfortable, I will answer your request with why.
🍃I do not do cross-overs.
🍃I do not do reader-inserts.
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Fandom List
Books:
🌿Percy Jackson
🌿Magnus Chase
🌿Kane Chronicles
Movies
🌿Disney movies
🌿Birds of Prey
🌿How to Train Your Dragon
🌿Avatar (Blue People, not live action Last Airbender)
🌿Scream Franchise (excluding show series)
🌿Nimona
🌿Spiderverse
Shows
🌿Stranger Things
🌿Owl House
🌿Amphibia
🌿Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts
🌿She-ra and the Princess of Power (Netflix)
🌿Carmen Sandiago
🌿Umbrella Academy
🌿 Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous
🌿 Wednesday
🌿Dead End: Paranormal Park
🌿Avatar (Last Airbender & Korra)
🌿The Amazing Digital Circus
🌿Helluva Boss (Hazbin will come once I find a way to watch it)
🌿Arcane
🌿Murder Drones
Webtoons
🌿Purple Hyacinth
🌿Muted (Miranda Mundt)
🌿Castle Swimmer
🌿Blood Ink
🌿Teenage Mercenary
🌿Stagtown
🌿UnOrdinary
🌿Batman: Wayne Family Comics
🌿High Class Homos
🌿Homesick
Other
🌿Life is Strange: True Colors
🌿How to Train Your Dragon
🌿MCU
🌿OC fics (my own and yours)
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I think that's all? It'll probably update as I find more stuff.
If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask!
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Did thingy for fun :)
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This is SUCH A MASTERPIECE
Omg I loved reading this so much
Welp. The headcannons didn't help, so here's a fic featuring a tiny bit of ticklish!Wednesday and a lot of poor, ticklish!Xavier.
Enjoy!
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An Artist's Question
Xavier overhears and interesting conversation and can't stop focusing one thing: Is Wednesday Addams ticklish?
Xavier stared at the wall, barely listening to the teacher's monologue. No matter how much he tried, his mind always wandered back to that moment.
Earlier that morning, he accidentally eavesdropped on a secret conversation between Enid and Thing. He didn't mean too, they were just talking outside near wear his private studio was.
He had been walking back to school when he heard someone's voice. It sounded like Enid. He had planned to just sneak on by, but his attention had been diverted.
"C'mon, Thing. At least tell me where she's most ticklish!"
He had frozen in place. Of course, he hadn't thought they were talking about Wednesday.
"I swear, I will protect you from the scary, emo girl. Just tell me, please!"
He had snuck by after that. The conversation seemed too private so he had told himself that he'd stop thinking about it.
But, there he was. Thinking about it. A lot.
He drummed his fingers on his desk. Wednesday Addams? Ticklish? That did not fit at all. But then again… Enid wouldn't sound that desperate if it was false. And there was no way she would have known he was there since he made sure to stay downwind.
He sighed and turned back to the teacher. There was nothing he could do about it. He just had to focus.
— — —
It was the end of the school day, and Xavier still couldn't stop thinking about it. In fact, he started thinking about it more.
He was in his private studio, holding his paint brush. He was all set and ready to paint, but he just stood there. Frozen.
If Wednesday was ticklish, how ticklish was she? Where would she be ticklish? And, most importantly, what did her laugh sound like?
That question had been haunting him. There was no way for him to imagine her actually laughing. He couldn't even imagine her smiling. He'd seen her smirk, but never smile.
Would her laugh be loud or quiet? Would it be squeaky or giggly? Would she snort? Would she shriek or cackle?
His mind continued to run wild as he stared at his blank canvas. He probably would've stayed like that all night, if an odd twist of irony hadn't interrupted him.
He jumped as his door creaked open. He whipped around to see the source of his spiraling mind.
"Hello, Xavier." Wednesday said, just as mellow as always. "May I accompany you while you paint?"
He stared at her for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. "Uh… you can, but I don't think there'll be much painting today." He said sheepishly, putting his paintbrush down.
"Why not?" She asked, closing the door and letting herself into his studio.
"My mind isn't…" he stared at her. "Focussing really well today."
She looked back at him. He glanced away, and looked out the window.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" She asked, walking up to him. He looked back and swallowed as her dark eyes glared at him suspiciously.
"N-No reason!" He said, taking a step back.
"I think there is a reason." She stepped closer to him. "Tell me."
"I overheard Enid talking to Thing about how you're ticklish." He blurted out. He didn't know why, Wednesday just seemed to be able to pull the truth out of anyone.
Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "What?"
He stared at her, a grin pulling at his lips. "Wait… are you actually?"
"No." She said, folding her arms. "Enid was lying."
Xavier raised his eyebrows. "I don't think Enid is capable of lying. You are, though."
Wednesday stayed silent. That was all the confirmation Xavier needed.
"You're ticklish!" He said, laughing. "You, Wednesday Addams, are ticklish!"
"No, I'm not!" She argued, taking another step back. "I have no clue how you came to that false conclusion."
"Then, I can test it out, right?"
She seemed taken aback by this question. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Xavier smirked and approached her. She backed away. Soon enough, her back hit the wall.
Her eyes widened even more as he stopped in front of her. They stared at each other, waiting for the other to act.
"I will warn you as I have warned Enid." Wednesday whispered suddenly, her eyes darkening. "If you attempt to tickle me, I will return the attack back on you. Tenfold."
Xavier paused, weighing his options. Was it worth it?
…
It definitely was.
He shot his hand out, immediately latching onto her side. He squeezed a few times and her breath caught in her throat.
She grabbed his hand, her face flushing slightly, and tried to push it away. His grin widened and he grabbed her other side while she was distracted.
An odd, gasp left her lips and she buckled slightly. Her teeth clenched as she tried to twist away.
"Xavier Thorpe, stop!" She tried to say intimidatingly. But he could hear the slightest waver in her voice.
Wednesday Addams was ticklish, confirmed.
"What was that you said?" He teased, creeping his hands up towards her ribs. "Something about you returning it to me tenfold?"
Wednesday grabbed his arms and pushed them down. Her eyes were wide as they met his own.
"I guess ribs are bad, huh?" He asked, pushing against her grip. "Good to know."
The girl inhaled sharply, as if to brace herself, and let go of his hands. He instantly took advantage of it and pinched her ribs.
What sounded like a muffled squeak left her lips. She buckled, but not before digging her own fingers into his sides.
Xavier yelped and backed away on instinct, his arms wrapping around his midsection. He looked up and felt a shiver of dread run down his spine.
Wednesday glared back at him. She stood tall, her hands poised and ready to attack. She showed no signs of ever almost laughing in the first place.
"Say your prayers, Xavier Thorpe." She said, low and menacingly, before darting at him.
Twas embarrassing to admit, but he did scream. He tried to run, but it was too late. His fate was already sealed with a black, vengeful glue.
As soon as his back was turned, hands latched onto his ribs, immediately tickling him to the ground.
He burst into laughter and kicked at her. She retaliated by kneeling onto his legs and clawing at his sides.
"WEHEHENDSDAHAHY!" He shrieked, thrashing on the ground.
"What?" She asked nonchalantly, spidering her manicured nails up his back.
"IHI'M SOHOHORRY!" He cackled out, trying to drag himself away. Unfortunately, Wednesday was heavier than she looked.
"Thank you for the apology, but I'm not stopping." She replied, digging into his armpits.
He screamed a high-pitched scream and clamped his arms to his sides. He tried to get up, but every time he was able to lift himself up, she just traced his back again and he fell back down.
"Where else are you ticklish, Mr. Thorpe?" She asked, poking at his hips.
The poor boy only shook his head, his face already red from laughing. His laughter shot up a few octaves as she pinched the back of his neck.
Her face fell into an evil smirk. "I see…" She mused, instantly spidering under his ear with one hand as the other squeezed his side. "Your neck seems especially sensitive."
He jerked away from the tingling on his neck, but she just switched to the other side. No matter how much he struggled, he could never get away.
"I am trained in many ways of torture." She said, sliding off him while continuing to torment his ribs. "Unfortunately for you and Enid, that includes tickling."
One of her hands shot down and scratched at the back of his knee. A snort flew out of his mouth as well as an ear-splitting shriek.
Wednesday flinched and her smirk turned into a massive grin. Obviously, Xavier couldn't see it cause he was too busy cackling his depressed lungs out.
"I do believe this may be your worst spots." She said, keeping the smile out of her voice. "Unusual, but sensitive nonetheless."
The artist slammed his hand on the ground as she targeted both knees, desperate for her to get the message. Luckily, she did.
She stopped tickling and stood up. Xavier fell limp and continued to giggle on the ground, his eyes closed with a few tears on his cheeks.
Wednesday couldn't help but smile endearingly down at him. This kind of state was rare to see in most people. It filled her with a kind of warmth she couldn't describe. It was the same warmth she felt after she tickled Enid to tears as well. And Eugene…
Catching herself, she forced the smile away and turned to grab the water bottle on his work bench. It did not matter what the feeling was. It was useless anyway.
She crouched next to his head and placed the bottle next to him. "I do hope you learned your lesson better than my insufferable roommate." She said after his breathing had slowed.
He sat up and took a sip of his water before looking at her, confused. "You mean Enid hasn't given up after that kind of torture?"
Wednesday sat next to him and shook her head. "She continues to persist in her attempts. I am starting to believe she enjoys tickling with how often I've had to exact revenge."
Xavier felt his face warm slightly. "That would be weird…"
"Not especially." Wednesday looked at him, her eyes unreadable. "Most humans and non-humans alike seek physical closeness with one another. And it is normal for people to enjoy laughing. If you add those concepts together, it makes a lot more sense than other activities one might enjoy."
Xavier's face flushed and he turned away, chugging from the bottle. There was no way she knew, right?
Wednesday stood back up and brushed herself off. "I must be going now. My writing time is almost here." She said with a heavy sigh.
Xavier looked back up at her. "I thought you'd want to stay here? What with your persistent roommate and all."
Wednesday shrugged and carefully walked to the door. "My writing time is important. And I'm fully prepared to torment her. Again."
Xavier stood up. "But you've only been here for five minutes?"
Wednesday turned to him, the slightest of smirks on her face as she opened the door. "Perhaps… but maybe I was looking to tickle you the whole time. I do find enjoyment in tormenting others, after all."
Xavier's face flushed a bright red. Wednesday's smirk widened and she left, the door creaking behind her as her footsteps became quiet.
Xavier stood in the middle of the studio, his body still tingling from the recent attack on his nerves. His face slowly cooled down and his eyes widened in realization.
He just gave his secret away to the most skilled tickler in the school.
He turned to his canvas and picked up his paintbrush and began to paint with a bright red
He was so screwed.
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Do you think Wednesday knows his secret?
The answer is: definitely.
I hope you enjoyed this fic and now I hope to finish what I've been trying to finish for months now.
Have a wonderful day/night and don't tickle Wednesday Addams. Or do, it's up to you. ;)
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OH MY GOD ID LOVE PART TWO
Welp. The headcannons didn't help, so here's a fic featuring a tiny bit of ticklish!Wednesday and a lot of poor, ticklish!Xavier.
Enjoy!
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An Artist's Question
Xavier overhears and interesting conversation and can't stop focusing one thing: Is Wednesday Addams ticklish?
Xavier stared at the wall, barely listening to the teacher's monologue. No matter how much he tried, his mind always wandered back to that moment.
Earlier that morning, he accidentally eavesdropped on a secret conversation between Enid and Thing. He didn't mean too, they were just talking outside near wear his private studio was.
He had been walking back to school when he heard someone's voice. It sounded like Enid. He had planned to just sneak on by, but his attention had been diverted.
"C'mon, Thing. At least tell me where she's most ticklish!"
He had frozen in place. Of course, he hadn't thought they were talking about Wednesday.
"I swear, I will protect you from the scary, emo girl. Just tell me, please!"
He had snuck by after that. The conversation seemed too private so he had told himself that he'd stop thinking about it.
But, there he was. Thinking about it. A lot.
He drummed his fingers on his desk. Wednesday Addams? Ticklish? That did not fit at all. But then again… Enid wouldn't sound that desperate if it was false. And there was no way she would have known he was there since he made sure to stay downwind.
He sighed and turned back to the teacher. There was nothing he could do about it. He just had to focus.
— — —
It was the end of the school day, and Xavier still couldn't stop thinking about it. In fact, he started thinking about it more.
He was in his private studio, holding his paint brush. He was all set and ready to paint, but he just stood there. Frozen.
If Wednesday was ticklish, how ticklish was she? Where would she be ticklish? And, most importantly, what did her laugh sound like?
That question had been haunting him. There was no way for him to imagine her actually laughing. He couldn't even imagine her smiling. He'd seen her smirk, but never smile.
Would her laugh be loud or quiet? Would it be squeaky or giggly? Would she snort? Would she shriek or cackle?
His mind continued to run wild as he stared at his blank canvas. He probably would've stayed like that all night, if an odd twist of irony hadn't interrupted him.
He jumped as his door creaked open. He whipped around to see the source of his spiraling mind.
"Hello, Xavier." Wednesday said, just as mellow as always. "May I accompany you while you paint?"
He stared at her for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. "Uh… you can, but I don't think there'll be much painting today." He said sheepishly, putting his paintbrush down.
"Why not?" She asked, closing the door and letting herself into his studio.
"My mind isn't…" he stared at her. "Focussing really well today."
She looked back at him. He glanced away, and looked out the window.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" She asked, walking up to him. He looked back and swallowed as her dark eyes glared at him suspiciously.
"N-No reason!" He said, taking a step back.
"I think there is a reason." She stepped closer to him. "Tell me."
"I overheard Enid talking to Thing about how you're ticklish." He blurted out. He didn't know why, Wednesday just seemed to be able to pull the truth out of anyone.
Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "What?"
He stared at her, a grin pulling at his lips. "Wait… are you actually?"
"No." She said, folding her arms. "Enid was lying."
Xavier raised his eyebrows. "I don't think Enid is capable of lying. You are, though."
Wednesday stayed silent. That was all the confirmation Xavier needed.
"You're ticklish!" He said, laughing. "You, Wednesday Addams, are ticklish!"
"No, I'm not!" She argued, taking another step back. "I have no clue how you came to that false conclusion."
"Then, I can test it out, right?"
She seemed taken aback by this question. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Xavier smirked and approached her. She backed away. Soon enough, her back hit the wall.
Her eyes widened even more as he stopped in front of her. They stared at each other, waiting for the other to act.
"I will warn you as I have warned Enid." Wednesday whispered suddenly, her eyes darkening. "If you attempt to tickle me, I will return the attack back on you. Tenfold."
Xavier paused, weighing his options. Was it worth it?
…
It definitely was.
He shot his hand out, immediately latching onto her side. He squeezed a few times and her breath caught in her throat.
She grabbed his hand, her face flushing slightly, and tried to push it away. His grin widened and he grabbed her other side while she was distracted.
An odd, gasp left her lips and she buckled slightly. Her teeth clenched as she tried to twist away.
"Xavier Thorpe, stop!" She tried to say intimidatingly. But he could hear the slightest waver in her voice.
Wednesday Addams was ticklish, confirmed.
"What was that you said?" He teased, creeping his hands up towards her ribs. "Something about you returning it to me tenfold?"
Wednesday grabbed his arms and pushed them down. Her eyes were wide as they met his own.
"I guess ribs are bad, huh?" He asked, pushing against her grip. "Good to know."
The girl inhaled sharply, as if to brace herself, and let go of his hands. He instantly took advantage of it and pinched her ribs.
What sounded like a muffled squeak left her lips. She buckled, but not before digging her own fingers into his sides.
Xavier yelped and backed away on instinct, his arms wrapping around his midsection. He looked up and felt a shiver of dread run down his spine.
Wednesday glared back at him. She stood tall, her hands poised and ready to attack. She showed no signs of ever almost laughing in the first place.
"Say your prayers, Xavier Thorpe." She said, low and menacingly, before darting at him.
Twas embarrassing to admit, but he did scream. He tried to run, but it was too late. His fate was already sealed with a black, vengeful glue.
As soon as his back was turned, hands latched onto his ribs, immediately tickling him to the ground.
He burst into laughter and kicked at her. She retaliated by kneeling onto his legs and clawing at his sides.
"WEHEHENDSDAHAHY!" He shrieked, thrashing on the ground.
"What?" She asked nonchalantly, spidering her manicured nails up his back.
"IHI'M SOHOHORRY!" He cackled out, trying to drag himself away. Unfortunately, Wednesday was heavier than she looked.
"Thank you for the apology, but I'm not stopping." She replied, digging into his armpits.
He screamed a high-pitched scream and clamped his arms to his sides. He tried to get up, but every time he was able to lift himself up, she just traced his back again and he fell back down.
"Where else are you ticklish, Mr. Thorpe?" She asked, poking at his hips.
The poor boy only shook his head, his face already red from laughing. His laughter shit up a few octaves as she pinched the back of his neck.
Her face fell into an evil smirk. "I see…" She mused, instantly spidering under his ear with one hand as the other squeezed his side. "Your neck seems especially sensitive."
He jerked away from the tingling on his neck, but she just switched to the other side. No matter how much he struggled, he could never get away.
"I am trained in many ways of torture." She said, sliding off him while continuing to torment his ribs. "Unfortunately for you and Enid, that includes tickling."
One of her hands shot down and scratched at the back of his knee. A snort flew out of his mouth as well as an ear-splitting shriek.
Wednesday flinched and her smirk turned into a massive grin. Obviously, Xavier couldn't see it cause he was too busy cackling his depressed lungs out.
"I do believe this may be your worst spots." She said, keeping the smile out of her voice. "Unusual, but sensitive nonetheless."
The artist slammed his hand on the ground as she targeted both knees, desperate for her to get the message. Luckily, she did.
She stopped tickling and stood up. Xavier fell limp and continued to giggle on the ground, his eyes closed with a few tears on his cheeks.
Wednesday couldn't help but smile endearingly down at him. This kind of state was rare to see in most people. It filled her with a kind of warmth she couldn't describe. It was the same warmth she felt after she tickled Enid to tears as well. And Eugene…
Catching herself, she forced the smile away and turned to grab the water bottle on his work bench. It did not matter what the feeling was. It was useless anyway.
She crouched next to his head and placed the bottle next to him. "I do hope you learned your lesson better than my insufferable roommate." She said after his breathing had slowed.
He sat up and took a sip of his water before looking at her, confused. "You mean Enid hasn't given up after that kind of torture?"
Wednesday sat next to him and shook her head. "She continues to persist in her attempts. I am starting to believe she enjoys tickling with how often I've had to exact revenge."
Xavier felt his face warm slightly. "That would be weird…"
"Not especially." Wednesday looked at him, her eyes unreadable. "Most humans and non-humans alike seek physical closeness with one another. And it is normal for people to enjoy laughing. If you add those concepts together, it makes a lot more sense than other activities one might enjoy."
Xavier's face flushed and he turned away, chugging from the bottle. There was no way she knew, right?
Wednesday stood back up and brushed herself off. "I must be going now. My writing time is almost here." She said with a heavy sigh.
Xavier looked back up at her. "I thought you'd want to stay here? What with your persistent roommate and all."
Wednesday shrugged and carefully walked to the door. "My writing time is important. And I'm fully prepared to torment her. Again."
Xavier stood up. "But you've only been here for five minutes?"
Wednesday turned to him, the slightest of smirks on her face as she opened the door. "Perhaps… but maybe I was looking to tickle you the whole time. I do find enjoyment in tormenting others, after all."
Xavier's face flushed a bright red. Wednesday's smirk widened and she left, the door creaking behind her as her footsteps became quiet.
Xavier stood in the middle of the studio, his body still tingling from the recent attack on his nerves. His face slowly cooled down and his eyes widened in realization.
He just gave his secret away to the most skilled tickler in the school.
He turned to his canvas and picked up his paintbrush and began to paint with a bright red
He was so screwed.
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Do you think Wednesday knows his secret?
The answer is: definitely.
I hope you enjoyed this fic and now I hope to finish what I've been trying to finish for months now.
Have a wonderful day/night and don't tickle Wednesday Addams. Or do, it's up to you. ;)
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