Wednesday Addams Oneshots

The "Park"

This is me in the picture above by the way when I claim to be an alpha. (I'm just a silly lil guy.) 

Requested by @Tosiekcosiek10

Summary: "Y/n is a werewolf and Wednesday needs to take her to the vet/doctor but her girlfriend is stubborn."

Being a werewolf meant you were feared, meant you were strong, independent and certainly not afraid of anything. You were this human who could turn into a 6-foot feral canine every moon cycle. No one in their right mind would want to associate themselves with that kind of chaos unless they were a werewolf themselves. 

Then you had Wednesday Addams. Who completely takes that whole paragraph I just wrote and tosses it out the window. (Thanks for that Wednesday...)

She liked you, no one really understood why she did. You were a werewolf. Bubbly, energetic, high-maintenance, everything you would assume the goth didn't want any part of it. Yet somehow, you were her girlfriend, the thought still alluded you, but you weren't going to say no to the pretty Latina. Especially when she knew your sweet spots for being petted, especially that spot under your chin, that one was a doozy. 

She took her job rather seriously as your girlfriend. It wasn't just about taking care of your needs as a human, but also when you were a werewolf. 

Some may call it pampering, some may even say you were being spoiled rotten. But for you, it was heaven, she gave you massages when you were in your wolf form after a transformation, her fingernails digging into the itchy spots on your fur you couldn't quite reach. Bath time was always fun. Who wouldn't want an excuse to use the school's garden hose and watch a large puppy run through it like they were at a waterpark?

She always found you the best steaks, you weren't entirely sure if 'store bought' was really what it was, it always tasted too fresh for it to be considered supermarket quality. She always got you the greatest chew toys. That large bone she had bought for you at the pet shop was still a work in progress, but you were so close to finishing it. Walks with her were always a blast! Whilst you remained unaware how terrifying you looked in the local park chasing some poor teenager's soccer ball, Wednesday was beyond thrilled to have that fear factor stuck with her whenever a resident of Jericho saw her. So, there were no complaints from either of you. 

She was an amazing girlfriend and an even better dog sitter. 

Yet the one thing you loathed about this entire relationship was when she pulled tricks on you. Sure, they would benefit you. Yes, it was for the best in the long run. But did you like being tricked and led into places under false circumstances? Absolutely not. 

You see, as you were a werewolf, and there were many, many others of your kind. That meant society had evolved enough to allow your species to get proper medical treatment. Normal hospitals were used when you were in your human form, and vet clinics were used for any werewolf-related injury. 

You didn't mind the hospital. 

The vets, however...

That place was hell. You hated it. The annoying, whiny animals you can hear in your ear constantly as you wait in the waiting room. (Though a part of that may be because your larger size had taken up one half of the room, and you were scaring all the domestic animals around you.) You hated the multitude of scents attacking your nose, your eyes worked perfectly fine, you didn't need to smell a parrot to know a parrot was there.

Then the employees... oh, they were the worst. Making you feel safe and calm, then bam! Needle right to your leg. 

Like... excuse me? What happened to 'Hi, how are you? Can I see your leg, please?' Nope. Vets had no concept of manners and just did things as they saw fit. It was a sham, I tell you. A sham!