Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Mensturation Cycle

Requested by anonymous 

Request: "Could you do one where the reader has stomach pain and period cramps at the same time? (Can the reader have a sensitive stomach so it happens often but not as bad as this.) Thank you!"

A/N: I can't remember if this was a Wednesday request or a Gwen one. So, I will be writing this scenario for both. 

It was that time... that horrible, God forbidden time of the month where you wanted to claw anybody who looked at you wrong eyes out but simultaneously flop like a fish out of water on a nice, cozy blanket as you groaned like whale into the abyss from sheer discomfort and pain. 

The latter is what came more easily to you, so it was what you were currently doing. 

You were sprawled onto your bed, face buried in a pillow as you had a hot water bottle under your shirt pressed to your abdomen. It took the edge off and brought you some much-needed comfort and a break from the cramps you were facing. 

You always had a rough period. Your stomach is sensitive to not only touch but also food. Your cravings were what made it so complicated because you could happily devour two packets of crisps to yourself, topped with some chocolates for after, only to regret it 15 minutes later. 

You were a mess, to put it lightly and bluntly. 

You wanted to be held and coddled, but didn't like the feeling of being suffocated, you also didn't want to overheat on a person's body warmth as it would just make you sweat like a hog and upset your mood further. 

You had your tampons and pads in the bathroom of your dormitory, ready to be used and abused when you needed to change either one of them out, as you liked to have both options on hand just in case your medium flow turned into a heavier one. 

You were also grateful for the fact your period had started late on a Friday, meaning you had all weekend to just laze around and feel like crap without any judgement. Your roommate wasn't too much of a bother as she was a social butterfly, always out doing something. 

You did have a problem, though, a person-like problem. That issue came in the form of a 5'1 Latina named Wednesday Addams. 

You see, you two were just recently dating—just last week. It all happened because after being friends for a while and getting to know one another, she convinced you to join her in a ritual of speaking to her ancestors, as she had researched how to plan activities to hang out with friends. 

There was just something about your willing holding your palm out to her to slice open to give some blood for the seance that drove her crazy in the best way. Probably because you were innocently insane like she was, that just made her blurt out the question of asking you to be hers. It was impulsive and awkward but highly endearing, which you were beginning to learn was just her style when it came to love and romance. 

You were consistent in texting Wednesday thanks to the fact she did only use her phone for certain people. You didn't want to be dry with messages, nor did you want to straight up ghost her because you knew she would take it the wrong way and demand your time. 

But you were getting tired, the warmth of the hot water bottle resting on your stomach making you drowsy. So, you strain your eyes open a few moments longer to send out a quick message to your girlfriend. 

<Username>: Going for a nap. Ttyl <3

Your text was short and sweet as you quickly succumbed to sleep. Even though it was only 8:30 pm, you felt exhausted from the fight of Shark Week. 

Did this sit well with Wednesday?

Of course not. She knew you never usually went to sleep so early or even sent her a minimal-sized sentences.