"what Are You Do-" "look, Now We Match!" With Wednesday Addams?

🍄 "what are you do-" "look, now we match!" with wednesday addams?

MATCH -> Wednesday Addams

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Omg this is my favorite thing ever. I can picture this SO CLEARLY okay. Also I'm so so sorry it took me twenty seven years to finish this request?? I honestly have no excuse, it just got buried underneath all the other drafts and I sincerely apologize. Thank you for participating in the celebration! One adorable fic coming right up!

PAIRING: Wednesday Addams x gn!reader (established relationship) WARNINGS: none, just fluff!

IT'S A WELL KNOWN FACT THAT no one wears as much black as Wednesday Addams. She was the girl you once had to argue into wearing emerald green (she argued it was "too vibrant" for her tastes). You had tried and failed several times to help your girlfriend change her style, but Wednesday was set in her ways — and even the strongest of crowbars couldn't pry her away from them.

But that didn't stop Enid from trying. That weekend, Enid had dragged both you and her roommate to Jericho in an attempt to get the latter to "spice up" her wardrobe. Wednesday had tried to explain to Enid that the only things she used to "spice up" was pepper spray, but Enid wouldn't hear of it. She dragged you two into a particularly pink and frilly boutique, causing Wednesday, who was normally pale as death, to look a little green. As Enid bustled around the racks, grabbing items left and right for both of you to try on, Wednesday stood in the middle of the store, back straight, glaring daggers at anything that glittered. Her color allergies were going berserk.

Upon seeing this, Enid frowned. "Come on, Wednesday! Can you at least pretend you don't want to die every second we're here?"

"Death would be a much more favorable alternative to this," Wednesday quipped back, her eyes searching for you. Enid would have to be dragged away from this store clawing and screaming — you would be much easier to persuade to walk back to Nevermore. "Where's Y/n?"

Enid glanced around, then shrugged. "Maybe they went to go try something on," she said, then mumbled, "cause they know how to have fun."

Wednesday stood for another moment, grimacing at everything around her, before she felt something being placed on her head and a sharp "aha!" being exclaimed from behind her. You appeared beside her so quickly she was almost startled. "What are you do—"

"Look, now we match!" you said with a beaming smile, and Wednesday noticed your outfit. You had managed to find an all black dress very similar to the one Wednesday currently had on, as well as a pair of matching black boots. And, as a finishing touch, you'd found two black top hats with fake spiders covering them, placing one atop your head and hers.

You looked so happy right then and there that Wednesday's mouth twitched slightly upwards. "Well," she said, struggling to contain it, "I see you've finally found your sense of style."

You just laughed at that, rolling your eyes ever so slightly. "Come on, let me get this off and we can go get a coffee at the Weathervane," you said, taking the top hat from her. "Enid, you going to be fine on your own?"

A set of glittery pink nails appeared from behind the curtain of one of the dressing rooms, giving a thumbs-up. It was a boutique. Of course she'd be fine on her own.

After you'd changed, you went back to Wednesday, taking one of her hands in yours. "Let's go before you break out in hives." you said, only half-joking. Wednesday's allergy to color, while funny in theory, had serious consequences sometimes.

As you two stepped out, Wednesday said something she only ever said when she really, really felt like she believed it: "I love you."

You turned to her, a half-stunned smile stretching across your blushing cheeks. "I love you too," you responded. "Now come on, if I don't get my daily dose of caffeine, I think I'll die."

"And as much as I like funerals, I'd hate to attend yours."

I’m sorry for sending that Nightwing request in, I forgot you’re not writing romantic requests now! My apologies, again 😓

no no i most definitely am still writing them!! i’m just in the middle of performances of a musical so i haven’t had any time to sit down and write. i will get to your request when my schedule clears up next week! thank you so much for the request, i can’t wait to write it 😊

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— daisy jones & the six

eddie roundtree graham dunne karen sirko daisy jones

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peter parker (mcu) peter parker (tasm) kate bishop bruno carrelli matt murdock gwen stacy eddie brock

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regulus black james potter remus lupin lily evans

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dick grayson jason todd rachel roth gar logan adrian chase

— harry potter

cedric diggory hermione granger harry potter ginny weasley

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OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY you have like the exact same pfp as one of my other mutuals i'm so sorry!! i simply do not think before i speak (or...type?) sometimes. Sorry again!!

omg new username??? i love it!!

I'm sorry?! do we know each other? I really don't mean to be rude, but I've had this username, or slightly the same username, for quite some time now.

i’m noticing a trend that y’all love to give me grumpy x sunshine stuff with wednesday x reader……and that’s why tumblr is the perfect place for me keep ‘em comin

Okay but can I please get some headcanons on how Wednesday would react to thier Partner just one night just climb on top of Wednesday just to lay thier head on her chest for a sense of security.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒/𝐎 -> headcanons

PAIRING: wednesday addams x gn!reader WARNINGS: none! AUTHOR'S NOTE: hi hi this is literally so adorable?? sorry it took me so long to write this, i've been slumped for a while. and sorry this is so short, i have what feels like very little brain function right now haha, but i hope you enjoy!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒/𝐎

Wednesday Addams is not exactly what one would call cuddly

She considers herself a sharp object, so abstaining from cuddling is generally thought of as a bad idea for her and whoever is with her

So when you suddenly laid on top of her she hadn't the faintest clue what to do.

After the events involving Josiah Crackstone, you'd been shaken up, to say the least.

And, dating Wednesday, you knew affection wasn't the easiest thing to get.

I mean, the subject was untouchable when it came to Wednesday.

You'd try to hold her hand and she'd jerk it away as if you'd burned her with your touch.

It's not that she doesn't want affection, per se, she just doesn't know how to navigate it in the slightest.

So, one night, when you were particularly freaked out, you just...leaned on her.

Resting your head on her chest, wrapping your arms around her, just completely leaning on her because you didn't know what else to do.

You needed some way to tell her Help, things aren't right and I can't fix them but you might be able to.

You of course noticed how she stiffened up at your sudden movement.

"Sorry, am I...is this...?"

And Wednesday doesn't know what to say. It's like she's been thrown out into deep water without a life vest.

She doesn't know what to do — doesn't know how to swim

And yet, she doesn't want you to move.

"No. It's okay."

The truth is, that moment makes her realize that she's spent so long thinking she disliked something that she never really thought to test the theory.

And getting thrown into deep water was precisely what she needed to test it.

She supposed it was like the surge of hormones mothers get when they first hold their child. That urge to hold and to protect

She never expected to feel anything close to that, and this was definitely different.

But still she felt like she wanted to wrap her arms around you and hold on until you felt better.

And that, honestly, was a scary thing for her.

She did it anyway, hanging onto you just like you were.

And it was then that she realized that maybe she needed this as much as you did.