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🪐 + wednesday + comforting

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HI YES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Prompts like this just...UGH I EAT these up. So funny story, I started writing this and realized I didn't determine if there was an established relationship between Y/n and Wednesday, so I ended up writing two versions! Hope that's alright with you anon :) Thank you for participating in my celebration and I hope you enjoy!

PAIRING: Wednesday Addams x GN!Reader WARNINGS: mentions of an argument, mentions of Wednesday wanting to commit murder on the reader's behalf

VER. 1 — NO ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

It's no secret that comforting others is not one of Wednesday's strong suits. The very concept of emotions is nearly alien to her, meaning that when she found you crying in one of Nevermore's more echoey and deserted stairwells, she didn't know quite what she was about to get herself into.

Since she had a habit of standing so still she failed to make her presence known, you just about jumped when you saw her black boots a few steps below you. "Wednesday!" you exclaimed, more instinctive than to greet her. "Sorry, am I in your way?"

You shuffled over to the side of the stairwell to give her space to move past you, but she stayed right where she was. "I came to see if you were alright," she said, already feeling that she was traversing on unknown land. "But I guess I don't need to ask."

You sniffed, using a sweatshirt-covered palm to wipe away the tears that had trickled down your cheeks while you spoke. "Yeah, um...Xavier and I got in a fight. A bad one. He's been my best friend for years and we've never had one this bad. I just...I'm worried he's never going to talk to me again."

"In my experience, Xavier can be a stubborn mule when he wants to be."

You paused, nodding at her words as more tears spilled over. Wednesday cringed invisibly. That might have been the wrong thing to say. She surprised herself by moving to sit by you, hands resting stoically in her lap. "But, for some reason or other, he chooses to follow you around like a lost puppy. I doubt one argument could put an end to that."

That, surprisingly, seemed to help. You nodded again. "I probably just need to give him time." you said quietly, more to yourself than to Wednesday.

She didn't reply, but she refused to get up. Wednesday isn't the type to give hugs or hold hands, but she would stay there until you felt better. And even though it was odd to see a new side of Wednesday Addams, you were grateful for her silent support nonetheless.

VER. 2 — ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

When Wednesday found you crying in the stairwell, she was ready commit a gruesome murder. You looked up at her, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained, and she was ready to take a baseball bat to the head of whoever put you that way. "Who did this?" she demanded.

"Wednesday—"

"Y/n."

"Can you please just leave it alone?" you cried, looking up at her with desperate eyes. That got Wednesday to stop. You had never used a tone quite like that, at least not to her.

So Wednesday said nothing as she sat down beside you, staring straight ahead. She had figured out that it was often best to let you take the leads on these sorts of things, but she held out an open hand to you without otherwise acknowledging it. You looked at her, but she was still staring straight ahead. So you carefully laced your fingers with hers and your hands dropped down to your sides, Wednesday giving you a little squeeze.

More tears rushed to your eyes and spilled over, but you tried not to let her see them. She saw them anyway as she flicked her eyes to you momentarily. Instead of saying anything, she shifted closer to you, again without saying a thing. You took that cue and laid your head on her shoulder, sniffing quietly.

After a moment of you two just sitting there, your head on her shoulder, hands intertwined, you spoke: "Thank you, Wednesday."

She felt some sort of rush of pride there, knowing that she had done this right. But she replied in her regular, monotone voice, "This stays between us."

And you just laughed. "Of course it does, love."

🪐 ; 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?"

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.