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teresalace · 2 years ago

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"I won't cry for you" - Yandere Tyler Gaplin x Female Reader (this is my first dark fic🥺) PART 1

PART 2

source: Netflix show- Wednesday

Words: 3340

Warning: Mentions of blood, psychological.

• my note: I haven't watched the show 👀 so this is just me writing whatever I felt could be possibly true from the few articules I've read. Hope everyone can enjoy this last braincell of mine writing this 😤 my holiday is still going on! SHOUT OUT TO MY WRITER SISTER- HMUE LAY. Please guys be patient for part 2 💖☺️ much appreciated for the tips too!!

Summary: Life used to be perfectly normal until you got word of your mother, Laurel Gates (Professor Thornhill), being detained somewhere private after the big event at Nevermore Academy. Now, all alone, it was up to you to take care of things at home and act every bit of what a distraught kid would look like. But you couldn't sit back and do nothing, especially with knowing your mother's 'pet' wasn't going to be taken good care of in prison. You were going to do something and tie some loose strings, like mother like daughter.

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"Last one." The silvery shine of a pair of tweazers as it releases a small insect into the spiky open mouth of a Venus flytrap, was more self-soothing than you thought as you placed the tool down. "I'll be back after a few days, I promise. So make sure to miss me," you whispered to them, lightly brushing your fingertips over the skin of the plants like your mother would.

Among the cluster of exotic plants your mother had grown at home, You lovingly watched your favourite, the last Venus flytrap snap Its leafy mouth shut before you left the house with strapped on bags. Feeding times were fun and all but you were running out of time, it's the house gardener's turn to look after the plants now.

Speedily, you rushed off towards the forest once outside and zipped your jacket up fully while shivering in the freezing cold wind of the night. You lowered your head and kept walking fast.

Hopefully no one saw or recognized you in the streets though you doubt anyone would, it's a small pilgrim world in this town and staying vigilant is key to not look suspicious.

Looking back in the direction of your home, you gave a final whisper to your dearest pet plants. "Sorry guys, mama isn't going to be coming back anytime soon. But rest assured, I will." If you didn't get killed. . . . Maybe hours had passed by with every crunch of dead leaves beneath your shoes, but you weren't sure and you didn't want to waste your cellphone battery by checking the time. You knew where to go and you had to hurry, who knows if the Hyde would be relocated by the time you arrive there.

The beaming of the full moon illuminated through the woods and guided you towards a familiar hiding place, a discernable cave where mother's emergency car hid in. And you held the very keys to it, in hand.

Maybe you've underestimated the amount of times it would take to power up the engine of an old semi-used car, but still you persisted in driving the mungy brown thing out of town and you did, as soundlessly as possible in the dead of night.

And as much as you could manage to nagivate your way through the woods with having the car headlights lead the way, it was more than difficult to track down the path of where the prison van went. Especially knowing it's been almost half a day since that van took off to god-knows-where.

Throwing sidelong glances here and there out in the moonlit dark, you finally slowed the car down after passing by enough thick trees and unfamiliar shrubs to know you were most likely near the intersection.

What actually made you stop the car were the bright strips of orange fabric scattered across the asphalt road in the direction of the woods, not too noticable at first glance but you were pleased to find a clue so early on to where mother's pet had gone.

Like breadcrumbs leading you on the right path, you left your car, pocketing a flashlight in case of emergency, and followed the pieces of fabric as they grew smaller in size and sparse into the forest.

Nevermind the fear of getting lost as your heart shook inside of you the farther you walked from the car, the chill of the biting wind barely calmed your body heating up the moment you spotted splotches of something like blood on the forest ground. You were close, you felt it.

Then you heard it, among the sounds of the night-critters and chripping grasshoppers, a heavy rugged breathing was unmistakably ahead. With a shivering pulse, you slowly stepped towards the area, turning behind a tall tree and saw a shirtless person laid there against the bark.

Eyes shut, disheveled curly hair, long scratches across his face that seemed to be covered in dark liquid, while his chest heaved for air. In the pale moonlight where anything and anyone could disappear, was Tyler Gaplin.

You found him.

It would've been nicer if you had brought a miniature pillow to wake the guy up with but your boots will do the trick for now. So you gave a light kick against his leg, once, twice until giving up at the lack of response.

You crouched near him to whisper, careful to avoid touching the ground and protecting your zippered jacket. "If you're awake you should get up, I'm not going to carry you all the way to the car." No answer.

"I should've expected this. . ." You mumbled.

It would've been better for you to discover him dead but he got lucky. Really lucky. Looks like you'll have to do this the hard way. You pulled back the sleeves of your jacket and grabbed the ankles of the guy, slowly and gently, lugging him across the ground, all the while avoiding branches and rocks where his head could hit. . . .

His heavy body easily slumped like a spinless leaf in the backseat of your car when you didn't bother to try readjusting his position, but you were already out of breath from dragging him the whole time.

Plus the blackseat was now dirtied by him but you weren't going to charge him, even though you should, considering how much easy he made it for you to find him. (Though he could've made things easier if he just disappeared but. . . You'll take what you can get)

Sure he'll deal with a sore neck or back but it wasn't your problem to deal with, you aren't a charity case after all. Only cleaning up the mess your mother made.

You momentarily stretched your back before getting in the driver's seat to drive, glancing often in the rear view mirror at the unconscious body showing no signs of awakening.

Good, you just needed some time before reaching the next town; Waterbury.

Little did you know then that from behind you, a pair of dark green eyes were awake and watching your every move.

. . .

Luckily for you, the dimly lit streets of Waterbury were barren and your job was made much easier to drive your car into the driveway of mother's second house.

It was convenient timing, you admit, that she had thought ahead and prepared a 'hideaway' place a year prior before the start of the new school year at Nevermore Academy. . . For what purpose? It wasn't in your interest to find out, mother does what she wants and so do you.

Now onto the second easiest task; to carry the unconcious bloody guy inside the house before anyone could see you two in the cover of darkness. Your arms ached in memory of the intense labour earlier, surely there must be another way of getting things done.

You stepped closer to the car window, wrapping your arms around your sides, peering inside with sharp eyes.

After examining his unmoving face and soft breathing pattern from outside, you guessed he must be fairly awake by now. You leaned your hip against the cold backseat cardoor, the bags strapped onto you weighing a ton on your bones as you lowered your voice to a no-nonsense level where he should be able to hear.

"Are you just going to keep sleeping? If you could, it'd be nice to give some answers to someone who's helping you and maybe walk yourself into your new home." Trying to sound friendly while still being on edge was the hardest task of the day when in reality you wanted to kick him awake but you gave him a couple more seconds to take in what you said.

The initial silence made you gave up and just as you were about to leave him in the car, a muffled groan came from the guy.

". . . What?" A weak, hoarse answer followed behind a slow opening of eyelids. The guy groggily blinked at you like someone who went through the most exhausting series of events.

Which was great. You didn't expect much to begin with so this response was a good enough start.

"Listen to me very carefully, I am trying to help you," technically you are, "my house is right Infront of us and we need to get you inside, immediately," while it's still dark out. You then pointed to your eyes, staring straight into his, now wide awake, "please blink twice if you understand, sir."

He took in a coarse breath and blinked hard at you, slowly moving his body from lying on the backseat.

"I–I understand," the guy said softly, now sitting as upright as he possibly could while keeping his head down. For a split second you hesitated as your fingers curled over the backseat door handle, his meek behaviour surprised you and at worst, gave you the chills. But you dismissed it, not wanting to overthink anything for this week's clean-up. Plus, you think he realized quick that he has no where else to go.

Truth be told, it was nice to enjoy the silence. No compliants whatsoever when you roughly directed him towards the house door, he walked himself inside, sluggish and zombie-like tired and looked around warily at his new environment as you closed the door.

Flipping on the living room lights, you were hugely relieved to see not a single speck of dust in every mahongy corner, of course mother wouldn't allow any place she owns to become messy. On the flip side, once your sweeping gaze settled on a guy's dirt streaked back, more work piled up in your brain. Great, just when you thought you could rest.

You cleared your throat slightly to get his distracted attention, "I'll go get a first aid kit, are you okay with me treating your. . . Injuries?"

He turned around fully, glancing down at you with a neutral, melancholic expression. "Uh, sure." You waited again incase he'd give another input but he stayed quiet, zoning out. It was obvious his mind was nowhere near present even when his body stood there still infront of you.

A part of you itched with curiousity at the monster in human clothing, usually a normie like you wouldn't have ever gotten the chance to have a face-to-face session with an outcast so this was the closest experience you were getting. In the flesh.

Before you went off to find said first aid kit, you intentionally snapped your fingers in a audible click to bring the guy back to earth. "Oh, feel free to continue sleeping or sit wherever you'd like, no one else is here except for you and me. So just make yourself at home," you said lazily, brushing the debris and pieces of dirt off your clothes on the floor mat. This house may as well be his new home since he can't go back to Jericho. Maybe he knew this too.

At your words, he slumped on the large couch and looked as worn out as a used car tire except covered in dried blood and long scratches. It would be better if you didn't ask where he got those wounds from, the last thing you need right now was more messes to clean up. "I'll be right back," you chriped from the stairs and plopped your bags in one of the empty bedrooms. The first aid kits are always located under the beds but you didn't reach for them right away, instead, you shutaway yourself in the bathroom and discreetly called the housekeeper/gardener from home to tell them the change of plans in your duration.

"I'll be back in 2 to 3 weeks time." You whispered into the cellphone receiver, "if and when mother arrives home before me, tell her I found a new interest or something believable that has to do with plant species. I'm counting on you." You hung up fast on the conglomerate of unhappy nosies before you could hear the proper nagging take place.

Now it was your turn to be unhappy and act like you care. You glimpsed at the red bag peeking out from under your new bed, time to play nurse. . . .

When you headed down the stairs, you spotted the guy staring out the only unblinded window. He didn't say a word and neither did you as you unzipped the red first aid kit and using a clean cloth, wiped his exposed upper body of grim and dirt and. . .

Minutes flied by like this, you disinfecting and then bandaging him up in a kindof decent sling while he stayed still and spaced out the entire time, hardly knowing if he's in pain or not from your inexperienced nursing.

Only when you were finished did he show a silver of movement and emotion.

"This town. . . Isn't Jericho." He spoke up first, voice less hoarse and more certain in something. Almost sounding relieved yet mournful.

All you did was nod as he fell dead asleep right there on the couch.

. . .

The morning after took too long to arrive, when you've already made a small plan in mind to ensure the hyde wouldn't become a problem in the future.

The days went by a grueling slow pace, full of watching a guy adjust to living in an unfamiliar house and spending most of the day inside his room excluding his walk to the fully stocked kitchen for food and staring out the window while you were out and about doing research on his issue. There weren't any pockets of time where both you and him could meet until you finally decided to take a break from overloading your brain and crashed onto the couch unceremoniously.

What you didn't expect to see next were a pair of dark green eyes peering down at you with a scarred face more lively and less pale. You raised an eyebrow, making no more attempts to be friendly outside of necessity, "do you want something?"

"Yeah, to ask a question. . . I mean, more than just one question," he said in a casual tone. You noticed he was wearing layered clothing, a jacket over another on top of a collared shirt, it's good he took the 'make yourself at home' phrase literally so you didn't have much else to do for him.

That brightened your mood and eased away the tiredness in your body.

"Then feel free, Galpin," you patted the seat beside you for him to sit, which he did before visibly tensing up.

"I never told you my name–"

"Tyler Galpin. Who hasn't heard of the sheriff's kid?" You didn't mean to but ended up cutting him off, and adding in a shrug as if to say it was dumb of him to ask.

"Right. . . " His shoulders sagged though not enough to indicate he was relaxed, you don't blame him one bit. He looked troubled but that wasn't in your business, you already played nurse to him so playing therapist was exceeding your limits.

Wait, wasn't he about to ask you something? You guessed it's probably about the town.

You crossed your legs, making sure there was distance between him and you. "If you're worried about being found out here, don't be. It's a small town but shouldn't be hard to keep secrets." As long as he kept a low profile and changed his identity, it can't be too hard.

Tyler swallowed, your gaze lingered on the thin scratch marks across his forehead and check, while knitting his brown eyebrows and listening. "Okay, I guess you're right," he sighed lowly, fingers interlinked over his knees, he looked as if he was distracting himself. Hopefully he ran out of questions because you were out of energy to use on him.

"I just . . . Wanted to know how are things in Jericho." He paused shortly to take in a shaky breath, "is my dad doing alright?" He looked like he probably wanted to ask something else but thought it through and decided not to.

Good decision on his part since no one else except for Nevermore students should know about the. . . Monster situation. It's better if possible that he doesn't find out you knew about him.

"Quiet and busy as usual, the school semester's ended," you deadpanned, "I'm not too friendly with sheriff Galpin but last I heard– the bear attacks have become a huge problem so there's a community alert going on." Bear attacks that he was responsible for.

Tyler's steady gaze never wavered once during the length you spoke, he only nodded and thanked you. At this point in time, as you stared at him, a lone boy, something inside of you began to fester and confusion clouded your mind.

Like some lost animal you had brought into your home to give shelter to, you aren't planning to stay any longer than necessary to befriend or grow attached to him. . . Yet the idea of watching over his 'progress' and hopefully pushing him towards leading a normal life sounded enticing.

You may have been staring for long too or too intensely at Tyler when he waved an open hand Infront of his face. "Uh, you. . . Okay?"

Blink. You blinked again, refocusing on his expression showing slight concern. "I got lost in my thoughts." Not wasting another second, you stood up from the couch, "bye then, Galpin."

There wasn't much to talk about in the first place and you wanted an excuse to avoid spending more time with him, he wasn't a house plant, he can eat, sleep and entertain himself without your help. That's right, you could finally rest again.

The moment you were about to leave, you felt a strong tug behind you. He stopped you by grabbing onto the hem of your blouse. "Hey, wait."

And so you did, turning your head around slowly towards him expectantly. "Yes?" You say in a nice and polite tone. Hoping this wouldn't be a waste of your time.

"Uh– I wanted to say thanks. I don't know what would've happened to me in those woods if you hadn't helped me, thank you. . ." He trailed off his sentence almost welcoming you to input something, like your name. But why would you? He doesn't need your name to survive.

Maybe it would have been better to tell him straight off that you weren't helping him for his own sake. . . But the opportunity to play a new role you've been eyeing for a long time felt too good to pass up. The savior.

For once a genuine smile popped up on your face as you looked into his shaded emerald eyes, "not a problem, Galpin. Glad I could help." Truly, maybe you did mean those words in the moment but you couldn't tell when your heart was beating intensely with excitement.

Before he could let go of the edge of your blouse, like some instinct unlocked in you and your hand automatically reached for his. Warmly caressing the top of his hand for a second as he released his grip, there was a strange twitch in his brows in reaction but you noted that he didn't move away.

No point in you sticking around after he's said his piece. So you smiled while your good mood was still present and went up the stairs. "Night, Galpin."

He didn't respond until you were already at the top of the stairs. "Yeah. . . Goodnight." He appeared, well, sounded to you, like some wounded animal reminded of their past. Or that could've been your imagination but you thought he sounded shaken.

That made sense, he probably still needs time to settle here. You nodded to yourself.

Figures. You knew he had no one else to rely on except a stranger, you, whose name he didn't even know. And the fact he saw you in a positive light felt. . . Good, similar to the same feeling you'd get from feeding your dear plants back home.

As you laid down on your bed, in your room which was next to Tyler's, a thought came across your head before sleep took over.

You were nothing like your mother, in most aspects. At least that's what you'd think.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year ago

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Perv!Xavier Thorpe~Headcanon 2

warning : minors don't read, interact, obsession, yandere behaviour, kissing, stalking, non consensual touching, kidnapping, reader is female

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°It had been a few weeks since she had arrived at Nevermore Academy. Not only had she learned to love the place, she had made friends in Xavier, Bianca and Enid, and by her standards she was getting on well with Wednesday. Because the Addams already had murder plans that she could commit with the paper skills. But her relationship with Xavier was strengthened by their artistic nature.

°What was for her an artistic friendship, was for Xavier a deep connection, an artistic muse, an obsession that should be his. Which is why he had been trying to get closer to her ever since he saw her at the lake. Between endless meetings for homework, projects and an exchange of art ideas, he slowly got further, further and further. With each passing day, the thought matured that he needed you for himself. A muse to use anytime, in any way.

°Which is why he almost cried out in delight when Headmistress Weems announced that there would also be a painting competition at this year's festival, in which the winner would have to choose a fellow pupil as his muse, along with another scholarship, to celebrate the beautiful side of being different. His gaze, which was on Weems, suddenly went to you, who was standing so innocently next to Endi and was pleased that the blonde werewolf seemed to already have ideas.

°Waiting a little until the meeting had dispersed, he walked over to you with a confident smile. He knew her timetable by heart, had it hanging in his hut, knew where she was at all times. It was easy to memorise it and run into you whenever you went to the different classrooms. ,,Hey, I wanted to ask you about the painting competition," he started and saw you looking up from the notebook. You are perfect he thought and he was sure you could hear his heart beating.

°He saw you nod which told him he could continue before he said ,,I want you to be my muse, my model for the competition, in short you should be the exhibition". He watched her face grow more touched and geared with each word he said. He knew she was flattered, knew she liked it when he complimented her. He seemed to feel the warmth in her cheeks. ,,Thank you Xavier, that means a lot to me...do you have any ideas yet or do you want to draw something first? she asked innocently, not suspecting what he had in mind.

°My pretty one, you have no idea how beautiful you are going to be he thought and felt the anticipation rise up in him at her acceptance, not that he had given her a choice. ,,Just come to the hut this afternoon or early evening, I know exactly what it's going to be," he replied curtly before he left to buy a few things he needed for the preparation. Because besides immortalising his masterpiece, there was more than just the painting he had to do. The thought of finally having it, owning it for himself, seeing his inspiration in person. An excited sigh crossed his lips as he realised he no longer had just the paintings, her clothes, his imagination. He would be able to put his hands on her, to see her in her purest form, to touch her.

°The hours of the day passed and the artist was already in his hut when he heard the knock of his muse. To open the door for her and let her in, he closed the door and turned the key, but she didn't seem to hear. ,,This is an interesting and pretty environment, I like it," he heard her say and felt his lips twist into a smile. ,,You don't know what this means to me. Here some lemonade" he thanked her and held out some of the lemonade.

°He saw her take the glass and take the first sip. ,,This is good," she murmured and took another sip before sitting down on the chair he had set up a few metres away from his screen. ,,Like a supermodel," he quipped, even though it wasn't a joke and she giggled anyway before making herself reasonably comfortable. ,,Wait, I'll position you," he said, walking over to her. Gently he put his hands on her clothed body, handling her like a doll. Touching every bit of her skin he could get before he finally put her in the right position.

°He wanted to touch more of her, she was so precious and yet he wanted to dirty her. To have more of her. Before he forced himself to go back to his canvas and he began to paint on the pre-painted background. From time to time he looked at her to see if it was already having an effect. ,,What kind of background will it be?" he heard her ask, and saw her break her posture to wipe her face. Finally

°He continued to watch her for a moment before he said, ,,A background that suits you, it holds your beauty," he replied and put his brush back on the paint palette before he saw her make a slightly anxious noise. ,,Xa-Xavier" she said his name and rose from the chair as she stumbled to his table as her legs seemed to give way and she went down on one knee.

°A short laugh at her awkwardness crossed his lips as he walked to her. ,,You're going to be fine, you still have to model standing, my dear," he crooned and saw how she didn't know whether she should push him away or let him help her. With a jerk he had her back on the chair and let his hand wander over her body. Finally I have you he thought and felt the warmth of love flowing through him. It was no longer a fantasy, he finally had her to himself.

°His hand clasped hers and brought it to his lips, kissing her and seeing her misty eyes through the means in the drink. ,,You are beautiful...two artists together forever...ever since I saw you" he murmured and took a strand of her hair between his fingers and put a hand on her cheek. Warm and soft how would you sound?" he wondered, moving away from her but feeling the wave of excitement going through his body.

°Picking up the brush again, he began to continue the actual painting. To finally paint what he had lured her here to paint. With a few final brushstrokes he finished the painting and reached out his hand to make the artwork real. Before the golden cage formed around the chair and imprisoned her.

°Despite her fogged mind, she seemed to realise what had happened and rose from the chair, swaying, before going to the bars of the cage and trying to open them somehow. ,,Don't be afraid, my heart, I'm here," he said, slightly worried, and walked over to her cage where he wrapped his hand around hers and pulled her as far as the cage would allow.

°She seemed to want to say something but only an indistinct murmur came out before his other hand took hold of her jaw and gave her a kiss. The kiss he had been hoping for for so long. The kiss he knew he wanted more of. Before he broke away from her and saw the last of her strength drain from her body and she collapsed.

°Moving into the cage he held her upright knowing if he let go she would fall to the floor. ,,Finally you are mine and together we will create a masterpiece" he murmured before he took her in his arms and let his hands wander over her body. He ran his hands over her arms, belly and breasts, feeling her shape underneath. Before he snuggled against her and looked at the camera lying on his dresser.

°Despite the darkness surrounding the hut, the flash was illuminated by the camera's shutter. Positioning her body as he needed her before placing her used body on a painted bed inside the cage. Covering her naked body with a simple blanket, he brushed a strand of hair from her face and gave her another kiss. ,,Don't worry, I'll be right back," he said and turned off the light in the hut before going out and locking it. His leisure was finally his.

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shallyouobeyme · 1 year ago

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Drip

Yandere!Wednesday Addams x reader (GN)

Summary: When Nevermore Academy wants to improve their relationship with Jericho high school and Wednesday, you and the other students go out to spent time with the Jericho High students, Wednesday doesn’t seem too happy when one of the normies shoots his hot with you…

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Murder, Blood, Yandere content, dark content, icky guy, I do not condone this, this is fiction

Day 7 of my Yandere Writetober, tomorrows word is Toad so any ideas are appreciated

When Headmistress Weems announced the cooperation with Jericho high school, everyone was a bit wary. It wasn’t a secret that the locals - the normies - weren’t the biggest fans of Nevermore’s students, so they figured that tensions would arrive. Still, most of the students were kind of excited, after all the cooperation meant a day out in the town in groups that are matched to groups from the Jericho high school, along with a play staged by the Jericho high Theater club.

You were actually kind of happy about the event, you understood the distaste normies had for you and your friends - after all, before you figured out that you weren’t like the regular people you grew up with, you had also thought vampires, sirens, werewolf’s and the such were monsters from fiction and nothing more.

Wednesday did not share your enthusiasm, it was no secret that she wasn’t a big fan of people in general, much less normal people, but for some reason she was even more annoyed than usual by this happening.

Enid - obviously - was just super excited to go into Jericho, be able to hang out with her friends (the normies that would be coming along were a necessary evil), and watch a play - everything was better than school. It was quickly decided that Wednesday, Enid, you and Xavier would form a group - Wednesday had insisted on Xavier being in your group and you had no issue with that, since Xavier was like a brother to you, actually he was kind of your brother since his father had taken you in as a child after you had found out about your true nature and your family had cast you out.

As the day of the trip to Jericho approached, Wednesday became even more grumpy than usual, and a lot more clingy. For some reason Wednesday had ought you the person that she allowed physical contact with, even before you had entered a relationship, - often even being the one to initiate it - much to the chagrin of Enid who’d just love to cuddle with her best friend (it didn’t help that Wednesday always pulled you aware from her when Enid tried to cuddle with you instead). Now almost every free second Wednesday was by your side, while she was having her writing time she insisted you stay in her room and usually lent you the thing to entertain you, but now she insisted you sit beside her and do something quiet while she writes. When she was playing cello, you had to be there to listen and when you were sharing a class, you sometimes found her hand holding yours under the desk.

You had no complaints about that though, Wednesday was your girlfriend after all, but still you wondered what was happening in her head to make her so annoyed.

When the trip finally happened, your group was assigned that of three local Jericho cheerleaders and a guy who was very disinterested in the whole thing. The eight of you left in a random direction, no one being very talkative and the air filled with tension. Enid tried to make conversation with the cheerleaders, but they just gave one word answers and rolled their eyes. You wanted to help her out, but you were basically surrounded from both sides, Wednesday on your right, sending death glares to everyone who dared look at you, and Xavier on your left, his arm protectively around you trying to hold a nice conversation with you.

Once you were a good distance away from the teachers, the cheerleaders nodded to each other and then stopped walking.

“So, yeah, we’re off, we’ll just meet again here before we have to go to that stupid play, okay? Good,” one of them said, not waiting for an answer, and then all three of them took off into the direction of a few stores, leaving you there slightly dumbfounded.

The guy who was part of the local group also turned to you, seemingly seeing you for the first time as he looked you up and down, his gaze turning somewhat hungry, like a starving man seeing his next meal. He was somewhat tall, but not taller than Xavier, his brown hair gelled back and his brown eyes cold when looking at the other members of your group, but what you really noticed was the scarf he was wearing, which had an interesting cow print in black and light blue. Usually you’d have been able to admit that he was relatively good looking - not your type, but definitely aesthetically pleasing - but something about the way he looked at you and the others made him seem entirely appalling in your eyes.

“Well, I’ll be off as well, but you pretty lady-“ he stepped closer to you, and you could feel the murderous energy around you, but neither Wednesday, nor Xavier did anything (yet), “-could come with me if you like. How about you show me just how freaky you Nevermore girls can get?”

“No, thank you, I’m not interested,” you sighed, now definitely also annoyed, and rolled your eyes. The guy shrugged and then turned around to leave.

With just the four of you left you all decided to go head to the cafe to enjoy some quality time without anyone else, but halfway there, Wednesday claimed that she needed to check something for an ongoing investigation and before you could ask which investigation since you hadn’t heard about any murders or similar recently, she was off, leaving the thing with you. The friendly hand happily sitting on your shoulder, mostly hidden by your scarf (given to you by Enid).

After a while of enjoying some hot drinks in the cafe, the three of you who were left over decided to go through some shops to see if you could find anything interesting and before you knew it, the time you had more or less agreed to meet with the cheerleaders with arrived and you waited for them at the spot they had left you at.

It only took five minutes for them to show up, but there still was no trace of the guy and Wednesday. You waited and waited, but when there was barely any time left to get back to their High school the cheerleaders suggested leaving and just hoping that the other two had already gone to the school. Slightly worried for Wednesday you agreed, believing in your hope that Wednesday was too sharp and honestly too petty to let anything happen to her.

You arrived at the assembly hall and sat down in your assigned seat, the one on your right still empty, and listened to the headmaster of Jericho high and headmistress Weems go on about how important the friendship between the two schools was, etc. etc. etc. It was honestly very boring so you were very happy when suddenly the seat on your right was filled and the thing climbed down your arm and towards Wednesday who was already grabbing your hand. You smiled at her, making a note of it to ask her where she had been later, and sent her a small air-kiss, when you noticed some red lint - probably from the red chairs you were sitting on - stuck to her collar, but before you could reach out to swipe it away, a scream echoed through the hall. Then more followed. Immediately you looked forward to where the play was about to start where the backdrop of the play had been started to be wheeled down, only to reveal a body hanging from the plastic tree, blood dripping from his opened neck, his opened wrists and who knows where else, slowly joining a puddle on the ground that had been hidden by the curtains before.

Panic started to rise, but the only thing you could focus on was the scarf still hanging around the victims neck. Black and light blue cow print. It was the guy, the guy who had hit on you. He was…dead.

For a second you were completely frozen, but then something compelled you to look to your side, more specifically at Wednesday’s collar. You had thought the red against the white was lint, but now you knew better. That was blood. Your eyes wandered from her neck to her face and there you found a satisfied smirk dancing on her lips.

A cold shiver went down your spine, your hand starting to sweat, but Wednesday didn’t let you let go, instead she grabbed you even tighter as she smiled at you.

She wouldn’t let anyone take what was hers after all…

#yandere #writetober #x reader #dark content #tw: yandere #romantic yandere #wednsday addams #wednesday #the addams family #yandere the Addams family #yandere!wednesday #yandere!addams #wednesday x reader #yandere wednesday x reader #tw: murder #tw: blood #dark!wednesday #Enid #xavier thorpe

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yanderes-for-everyone · 17 days ago

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Title: Nevermore

Status: Ongoing

Summary:

There is nothing definitive about life after death, except the involuntary enrollment at the mysterious Nevermore Academy. Now Lenore and Annabel Lee must begin their curriculum to recover the memories of their tragic demise. Between the Dean's macabre demeanor and the tell-tale dangers of Final Exams, both girls must learn to rely on one another and their newly acquired ghost forms, or Spectres, to not only graduate from the academy… but to earn a second chance at life. (Webtoon)

My Feelings About It (Slight Spoilers):

This is one of my favorite manhwas on Webtoon's platform. Everything about is JUST SO DAMN GOOD. Annabel (the white haired woman) is a manipulative mastermind. She's playing 5d chess when everyone else is playing checkers. And she's determined to use her intelligence to save both herself and Lenore. We don't really get any jealous moments from Annabel (this makes sense when you consider that there is no other love interest in the comic, at least currently). She shows her obsessiveness and love for Lenore through her protection. It's made clear in the comic that she is willing to do anything (including facilitate other people's deaths) to make sure that they both remain safe.

I would label Annabel as a soft yandere, but despite that I still find Lenore and her relationship so intoxicating. Everything about it is so hot (I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THEIR CHARACTER DESIGNS!!!!!). Plus I'm not just here for the romance. The plot is so fucking interesting. And I personally really like the art.

If you like toxic yuri and interesting plots, you'll love this.

Yandere Rating: 6/10*

Overall Rating: 9/10

*Meaning the ml’s yandere intenseness

#yuri #girls love #toxic yuri #yandere #female yandere #female manipulator #awesome art #sapphic

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grimyandereencantosimp · 2 years ago

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Hello, are you still accepting applications? If you keep accepting, you can do one in which the Madrigal x reader family, who is the daughter of Pepa or Juliet, goes to Nevermore Academy.

(I'm going to make these headcanons, but a little more storyish. Also this is going to be platonic.)

Platonic! Yandere Madrigal family with Pepa's daughter being a student of nevermore academy

(I'm sorry, I wasn't sure how to word the title lmao.)

Tw: Platonic yandere, platonic yandere family, stalking?, Unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.

You never really saw the point of going to Nevermore, you were never seen as a outcast to others, more of a blessing. But that's not how your mother and father and the rest of the family saw it.

You always felt you were out of place at the school, even though it was meant for outcasts. But you weren't one of these people, you weren't a outcast at all. It actually hurt you a little when your family decided to send you here.

You were the only one in the entire family who went here, why? Did your family just not care about you?

Oh but they did care, but just not in a way that you would see. They also protected you without you even knowing, they sent your own brother, Camilo everyday to shapeshift into a student and keep a close gaze on you.

Camilo would tell them what he saw, making sure to tell them of any possible threats that could of harmed you.

You were safe under their watch without even knowing it, and they wanted it to stay that way...

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your-favorite-god · 1 year ago

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Vita nostra aeterna pt 1

Wednesday's child is full of woe, ep 1

I’m not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago… but I admire the sadism.

A monochromatic girl walked the halls of a seemingly normal high school, walking swiftly when she turned and pulled open a locker. Out falls her younger brother, Pugsley.

“ I want names.”

‘I don't know who they were, honest! It happened so fast…”, the boy panics. He didn't want to witness the outcome of whatever his sister did.

“Pugsley, emotion equals weakness. Pull yourself together.” As her brother continued to squirm and whimper Wednesday tried to start a sentence but was rudely interrupted. Images of what had happened before, her head thrown back as she saw the horrid jocks jeering at her little brother while they tormented him. “Wednesday?”

I’m not about to confess to my brother that I’ve recently been plagued by visions. They come on without warning and feel like electroshock therapy, but without the satisfying afterburn.

“Leave this to me”, Wednesday says as she promptly walks away. “Wednesday? What are you gonna do?” Pugsley questions, now free from his restraints.

“What I do best.”

Endears POV:

“Wednesday, you know I always love your company. But is now the time? I was just about to tell Christina what happened at that gathering her precious Jonathan attended before class started”

She stares at me with a bag of piranhas in hand,” Cara, do you still have the peroxyacetic acid you made?” I look at her with a raised brow, “Of course I do, why?”. “Those fools hog-tied Pugsley and shoved him in his locker. I intend to teach them a lesson.”

I can see how this might be confusing for you, allow me to briefly explain. Wednesday Addams is what most would call my best friend.

Soulmate.

Shush ma morelle, anyways, we met a decade ago in the woods. She intruded upon my home and I found her very cute. So I decided to stay with her, my adorable little human. I came with her to her home and have continued to live with her family. I've even joined her in this boring little hovel named school. Or Should I say schools, we’ve been to many. Wednesday has this horrible habit of getting caught.

It’s more satisfying to watch the looks on my victims' faces.

As you can see, Wednesday has no appreciation for subtlety. But we’re just getting to the fun part, so let us get back to it.

“Well then, allow me to raise you a better idea. Thallium in the principal's coffee. I’d prefer to avoid life on the run for now.” Wednesday pauses for a second, then looks at me with her version of loving eyes. “Brilliant mi vida, as always.”

And off we went.

Non, Je ne regrette rien - Edith Piaf | Wednesday Soundtrack | Wednesday drops piranhas in the pool

We had stepped through the doors of the practice room as I heard the jocks mutter to themselves,

“ Yo Dalton look, pigsleys sister and her weird ass friend. Hey, freaks! This is a closed practice!”

Wednesday leveled them with her usual murderous stare as she spoke,” The only person that gets to torture my brother is me.”

Nothing delighted me more than the fear on everyone's faces as she dropped the bag of piranhas into the pool, blood seeping into the normally crystal-blue chlorine-filled water. And that is how we landed ourselves here. In the Addams family car with Wednesday's parents, Morticia and Gomez. They were singing In Dreams as they doted on one another, Wednesday was brooding next to me. Unsatisfied with being shipped away to her parents' former school. “Darling, how long do you intend on giving us the cold shoulder?” Morticia spoke as Gomez continued to kiss her arm and neck.

“Lurch, please remind my parents that I’m no longer speaking to them,” Wednesday replies, making me grin. I love it when she's like this, all petulant and ruffled, most of the time it means I’ll get to play around while she's busy thinking and sulking. Her mother hums as her father tries to persuade his daughter,” I promise you, my little viper, you will love Nevermore. Won’t she, Tish?” “Of course. It’s the perfect school for her. For them both really.” This irks Wednesday as she replies, “ Why? Because it was the perfect school for you? I have no interest in following in your footsteps. Becoming captain of the fencing team, Queen of the dark prom, president of the seance society.” Morticia looks at Wednesday with a serene face, always ever so calm and poised. “I merely meant that finally, you will be among peers who understand you. Maybe you’ll even make some friends.” Gomez looks at Wednesday with his signature grin,” Nevermore is like no other boarding school. It’s a magical place. It’s where I met your mother.” “and we fell in love.” They look at each other with this mutually infatuated gaze and sigh. Wednesday's eyes darken, if that's possible,” You guys are making me nauseous. And not in a good way.” They looked at her again” Darling, we aren’t the ones who got you expelled. That boy’s family was going to file attempted murder charges. How would that have looked on your record?” Wednesday looked off as her eyes widened slightly,” terrible. Everyone would know I failed to get the job done.” At that I couldn't keep it in, I chuckled as the little family smirked at me. Save for Wednesday of course who was still very occupied with her brooding.

My my, this was going to be a fun new adventure. I can feel it.

As we drove through the strong… iron… gates of this new school, morticia made mention od the weather. An admirable attempt at small talk through the thick silence, normally i would be the one to break it but wednesday specifically told me to give her parents the cold shoulder. If I’m being honest i dont entirely understand why but she looked so cutr and annoyed when she asked in her own way. How did she word it again? Oh yes, i was to be silent or else she would lock me in a tower and take all my jewelry. And my tongue.

3rd POV

Finally the small family unit had made it to the principals office, greeted by Larissa weems.

“Wednesday is certainly a unique name, i'm guessing it was the day you were born?” she spoke with a grin, after everyone had taken their appropriate seat. Save of course for endeara, she preferred to stand. Tall in her red bottom pumps and silk blouse, she had taken her place behind wednesday, gazing at her new principle with a veiled look of boredom and small smile.

“I was born on friday the 13th.” wednesday quickly rectified, as morticia followed, “Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme, Wednesdays child is full of woe.”

“You always had a unique perspective on the world morticia, did your mother tell you we used to be roomates?” Principle weems said fondly, her welcoming facade staying strong through the addam’s penetrating gazes.

“And you graduated with your sanity intact? Impressive.” wednesday spoke again. The topic quickly changed as the principle spoke of her and endearas “interesting educational journey.”

“Eight schools in five years?” Weems questioned,” They havent built one strong enough to hold us. I’m sure this one wont be any different.” wednesday replied with her same bluntness. Endeara simply smiled as her parents bristled and were about to reply,” Thats just wednesdays way of trying to say she is very excited for this new opportunity. As am i, and thank you for giving us such a gift.” their new principle seemed to fully take in endeara then, all elegance and playful smiles as she dressed in her small red bottomed pumps and silk black blouse.

“Nevermore doesn’t usually accept students mid-term, but given their perfect grades and your family’s long history with the school, I’ve spoken with the board and we’ve made an exception.” Weems said simply as the addams parents joined hands in satisfaction, “what about their um,... therapy sessions? The court ordered them.” morticia eyed her daughter as she spoke, hesitant to ask. “The school school has a relationship with a therapist in jericho, she can meet twice a week.” they all looked to wednesday as gomez spoke,” did you hear that my little storm cloud? Youre in excellent hands.”

“We’ll see if she survives the first session” wednesday quipped back, her gaze unwavering to the woman in front of her as mortica and endeara grinned at her as well.

The principle resumed again, unbothered. Truly impressing endeara as she spoke again,” ive assigned wednesday to her mothers old dorm. Ophelia hall.” morticia gasps and chuckles excitedly as wednesday turns to her and says,” refresh my memory. Ophelia’s the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?” morticia nods happily as the principle leans forward with a plastered grin

“Shall we go meet your new roommate?’

Endearas POV

We go to wednesdays new dorm and its… something. The family is stunned as morticia speaks,” its so… vivid.” The girl, the new roommate, looks at me and gasps excitedly “Howdy roomie!” and i have to bite my lips from cackling. I mean this is just beautiful, but our principle steals all the fun and introduces wednesday. “wednesday , this is enid sinclair.” Enid looks to from me to wednesday confused, maybe even disappointed, as she asks,” are you okay? You look a little pale.” and mortica smiles as she explains,”wednesday always looks half dead.” “its genetic” i whisper, smiling at the girl. Enid goes in for a hug from wednesday as we both step back, she looks disheartened as she mumbles,” not a hugger. Got it.” morticia pipes up again,”please excuse wednesday. She’s allergic to color.” enid looks shocked,” oh wow. What happens to you?”

“I break out in hives and then the flesh peels from my bones.” this is when our principle speaks again,” luckily weve special ordered your and endears new uniforms. Enid, please take them to the registrar’s office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give them a tour along the way.”

I whisper quietly to Wednesday, ”If they dare put me in cheap, scratchy, suffocating material…i will raze this school to the ground.” Wednesday almost smirks as the Addams look at me in pride and the other two look at me in horror. This tour better be good.

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your-favorite-god · 1 year ago

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𝓥𝓲𝓽𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓪𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪

part one: here!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜….

Really, it was a coincidence. No one knows why Wednesday Addams decided to come here. She had never explored this part of the woods before, it's not like she ever needed to really as the graveyard had always been her favorite place on the Addams property. But today Wednesday had decided she wanted to bury her brother alive, somewhere new. Somewhere far, where no one could save him. At the ripe age of 7, Wednesday had determined that she liked the pain of others. Since no one else was around, her brother was her favorite and only victim.

As the little addams was pouring dirt over the newly filled grave she heard a flapping sound, then a rustle of branches, then a snap of twigs. It all happened in quick succession and Wednesday was curious, just what creature is making such noise. As she looked around she saw a pair of bright golden eyes peeking at her through the trees.

"Who are you?" Wednesday asked, stoic but curious.

" I am called Endeara, and you", The voice answered.

"come out and I'll tell you" Wednesday demanded, clutching her shovel tightly in her fist. Prepared to destroy this new beast. Wednesday was never one for emotions, nothing really ever catching her interest much less shocking her. But if she was to feel such foolish things, she thinks it would be something like this. Wednesday had prepared herself for some new monster to add to her menagerie, yet her plans were foiled as out stepped a little girl. Close to her age it seemed, maybe a year or two older, with large horns and larger wings. Both a deep brown, almost black, flecked in what looked like gold. This winged little girl was dressed in what the Addams surmised as animal skins, covered in crystals and bones. Long hair to her legs with braids and small flowers, what especially caught the Addams eye was the white streak in the front. A stark contrast to the little being.

"What are you?", Wednesday asked again, and the girl... Endeara, laughed.

"I am fae, and now I have met your demands. It's time to hold up your end of the bargain, what is your name?"

"Wednesday."

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏.

Young endearas moodboard made by me, please dont use/copy my work without credit.

Author note: this is a Yandere fanfiction. it will contain violence, unhealthy relationships, some steaminess, stalking, attempted kidnapping.... a lot. lots of attempted kidnapping. lots of stalking. obsessive thoughts and tendencies, enabling of criminal and morally questionable acts, sparse foul language- you know what. it'll be easier to just say whats NOT in here. no noncon, no dubcon, no pedophilia.

if you don't like the actor that plays Xavier, feel free to fan cast him.

I hope everyone enjoys, and remember. Don't do anything I wouldn't do😈

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