; Planet: Send Me This Emoji + A Character On My Writing List + Any Word Of Your Choosing And I'll Write

🪐 ; planet: send me this emoji + a character on my writing list + any word of your choosing and i'll write you a ficlet using the word as a prompt!

cats + wednesday addams !

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS + CATS

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi hi hi this is so cute!! I'm not a cat person in the slightest (I'm one hundo percent a dog person tbh) but I can soooo imagine Wednesday having a black cat. I didn't know if you wanted me to add romance into it so I just tried to keep it plain simple, just using the prompts! I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to, I had some family emergencies come up really recently and so I haven't had much time to really sit down and work on anything other than school or family stuff. Hope you enjoy and thank you my love for the ask!

PAIRING: wednesday addams x gn!reader WARNINGS: cats (?? idk if that's a needed warning but I figured I'd list it anyway haha)

Wednesday didn't take in strays. She was usually too busy with her own endeavors to really have time for them — you were the exception of course. But she liked having you around, and that made all the distance. So when the black cat appeared on her doorstep, staring up at her with big green eyes, she didn't need to think twice.

"Shoo. Go," she said monotonously, staring at the creature with disdain. When it refused to move, she made a shooing motion with her hands. "I said leave."

You appeared around the corner, your face twisted in a frown. "Who are you talking to?"

Wednesday stepped aside to reveal the cat on your doorstep and, to her surprise, you broke out into a massive grin. "Aw, look at the little guy!" you swooned, running over to pet the cat. It appeared friendly, nuzzling into your palm. "I wonder if he's lost?"

You searched for a collar, but none was found. "He might've run away," you suggested.

And Wednesday, who saw a new problem arising, was quick to shut you down. "He can find his way home. Leave him be."

A sudden crack of thunder rattled the window panes as the first drizzle of rain began to dot the sidewalk outside. The cat looked around at the worsening weather, then back at you, its wide eyes frightened. You looked up at Wednesday with a matching expression, your own eyes pleading her to let the cat stay. She let out an almost imperceptible sigh, then nodded for you to bring the cat in.

You smiled at her as you scooped the cat up, bringing him inside. Within a few hours the cat had been bathed, fed, and given a place to sleep. All the while you'd led him around the house, giving him a tour (as Wednesday watched, fuming, from the side). You'd murmur "Here, kitty," you coax him to room after room, speaking to him like he could understand you perfectly.

After a while you walked about the house, holding the cat in your arms like it was a baby. It seemed to enjoy this time of treatment as it pawed at your hair and clothes and nuzzled its head into the crook of your neck.

"I feel like we should give him a name in the meantime," you mused aloud, "so that we don't have to keep calling him kitty. I get the sense that he doesn't like it."

"Perhaps we should let it go, then." Wednesday said, suddenly appearing in the doorway. "Wouldn't want to wound its pride."

You ignored her, suddenly having a bright idea. "Why don't you give him a name, Wednesday? Just one that we can use before we go out and find his owners tomorrow."

Wednesday kept her stoic glare forward, causing you to pout. "Come on, look at this little face!" you said, turning the cat toward her and squishing its small cheeks. "This is the face of a cat that wants to be properly addressed."

Wednesday did not want pets. But she couldn't resist you.

"Poe," Wednesday said finally. "After Edgar Allen Poe."

You grinned at her. "I think it suits him."

You floated away then, Poe in hand, to introduce him to Thing. The two did not get along at first, with Thing being slightly afraid, slightly jealous. But, within minutes, Poe was chasing him around, playing a lighthearted game of tag. Wednesday watched as you sat on the floor, playing referee to the game, smiling all the while. She crossed her arms over her chest, determined not to enjoy the sight, but even she had to admit — the cat was kind of cute. Or maybe it was how much you liked the cat that was cute.

The next day, you went out about the neighborhood, knocking on doors, asking around, and putting up flyers that Thing had helped you make. No one claimed the cat, and no one rang your line to claim him. You had to negotiate with Wednesday to let Poe stay another day. Then another, and then another. No one asked after the cat.

Four days later you were on the couch, reading and drinking coffee, the cat curled into your side. Wednesday came and sat next to you, eyeing the cat carefully. "They've been known to eat their owners after they die," she said.

"That's only if they're starving," you replied without a beat. "Dogs could do the same thing. Or humans."

"Don't get so morbid with me — I'm not in the mood for romance." she said.

Poe suddenly stood, crawling away from his perch next to you and found his next interest in Wednesday, brushing his cheek against her black sweater. She looked down at him with disdain. "This won't work out for you."

You just chuckled to yourself. "You're communicating with him. It's the first step."

Wednesday looked up, alarmed. "First step to what?"

You just got up to refill your coffee mug, humming as you did so.

The days dragged on and Poe became a fixture in yours and Wednesday's house. More than once you had woken up to find him curled at the foot of your bed, purring softly as he slept.

And Wednesday was, against her own will, warming up to Poe. You'd catch her mindlessly petting his head when she thought you weren't looking. She'd even slip him treats secretly just to gain his favor.

Within a week, you were nearly convinced that Wednesday loved Poe just as much as you did. So you had to put it to the test.

One day you walked into the living room, where Wednesday was sat writing her novel, Poe curled at her feet. You sighed sadly. "Wednesday, I've been thinking, and you're right — we can't take care of a pet. I think it's time we take Poe to a shelter, don't you think?"

Wednesday turned, eyes wide. You blinked. "Do you disagree?"

Wordlessly, Wednesday bent down and scooped Poe up, holding him tightly to her chest. "He stays."

You just smiled in satisfaction, nodding once. You sat down next to her, petting Poe softly. "How could I have seen that coming?"

🍄 "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."

PLOTS IN PROGRESS -> SLOANE ESTRADA — HILL IN CHAOS THEORY

Sloane Estrada—Hill grew up thinking her big sister was a superhero. She punched boys that asked her out, cut her hair in the bathroom mirror when she felt like it, and enlisted in the army on her eighteenth birthday. In all respects, Maria was the coolest person she knew. Despite that, Maria was always somewhat of a cautionary tale for Sloane growing up. She'd had a rocky relationship with their parents, especially their mother. Their stepdad was the most non-partisan of the bunch, but even he hadn't been able to make excuses for Maria forever. Sloane always had the feeling that they were part of the reason that she'd been so eager to leave. For years, the communication was on-and-off. Sloane heard news through her parents, through the occasional phone call, and then she heard nothing at all. Maria went quiet around Sloane's sixth grade graduation. She still texted on birthdays and Christmas (so they knew she was alive), but other than that? It was year-round radio silence. What they didn't know was that her sister was strategically climbing the ranks of S.H.I.E.L.D. so quickly that she became the right hand man to Director Nick Fury himself. The same Nick Fury that hand-picked Sloane for a mission that required, in his words, young blood. Safe to say, Maria was not briefed on this before it was set in motion. Suddenly, the curtain is pulled back for Sloane, introducing her to a side of Maria that she'd never known before. Her sister wasn't a superhero. She told the superheroes what to do. And that made her even cooler.

bonus gifs + excerpt (swearing under the cut)

"With all due respect, sir, no fucking way." Sloane Hill had never really thought about the consequences of swearing in front of Nick Fury. She always assumed something like that was punishable by death, or maybe that you'd just burst into flames, but there her sister was, swearing like a sailor in front of him — at him — and receiving no consequences as a result. That was power. Sloane would've found it awesome if she hadn't been a little terrified. ALSO KNOWN AS... "You're Hill's sister?" "Surprised?" "Annoyed is more like it."

( post inspiration: @timotheechalamats )

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 😊

the urge to write a davey jacobs fic even though i’m LITERALLY playing davey rn…

🪴 ; plant

Your blog is the arcade that you spent all your time (and quarters) at during your childhood. It's the bright cafe in a bustling city that feels like stepping into an alternate reality. It's the crystal shop that has everything you're looking for. It's the movie you loved as a kid and still find entertaining. It's the ice cream flavor you can never go wrong with. It's the flowers you keep on the table in the entryway to greet your guests. It's the perfume that smells floral and sweet and leaves everyone wanting more. It feels like your favorite place: familiar and comforting, all wrapped up in one.