Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Typewriter [Wednesday x Male Reader]

"Come on, Wednesday..." Y/N groaned, sprawled across her bed. "I don't think you've moved away from your desk all week." He complained further.

Wednesday didn't even bother to move her head or her gaze in his direction. "My new novel requires full attention, mi amor." She simply replied, not an ounce of emotion. Her fingers typed away.

"And I don't?" He whined, puffing out his cheeks. Wednesday stayed quiet, simply opting to ignore Y/N and continue writing instead. Y/N scoffed and turned over in her bed to face away. "Jeez, what a girlfriend you are..." He insulted in a moment of annoyance.

"You're such a petulant child." She insulted back. Once again, her monotone voice didn't waver with an ounce of emotion. "If you put in half the amount of effort that you put into whining into writing instead, maybe you could rival me." She added.

"I don't want to rival you." He simply replied.

"Then what do you want?"

He went silent for a moment. "I just... I want to hold you. That's all."

The typing stopped. "You're making so much fuss just because I'm not lying next to you? You really are pathetic." She retorted. "Cariño, you are lucky I find your embrace satisfactory or I might have sown your lips together already to shut you up." She spoke, almost teasingly.

Y/N thought he heard a slight hint of mischief in her tone. He flipped over in her bed again. "Really? But then how would you kiss me?" He questioned, a small smile growing on his lips.

Wednesday's brow lifted as her focus was turned to him. "Who says I have ever enjoyed kissing you?"

"You do it enough."

"Touché." She responded quickly. "In that case, perhaps I would simply cut out your tongue." She suggested simply. "I would be killing two kittens with one axe."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how the saying goes." Y/N retorted, his small smile growing into a smirk.

"Yes, and I'm pretty sure that you are still whining." Wednesday fought back, looking her lover dead in the eye. He seemed to quieten down. His smirk dissipated and he turned onto his back, staring at the ceiling instead. "Good." She muttered, turning back to her typewriter, once again starting to type away. That was until Thing tugged on her sweater sleeve- well, it was
Y/N's sweater. She tugged her arms away but Thing did not let go.

Y/N heard a few angry whispers in the distance but ignored them, closing his eyes instead.

There were a few moments of silence. Then a brief shuffle. Then a few gentle pattered steps heading towards the bed. They stopped. Y/N opened his eyes to see Wednesday looming over him, his sweater hanging off her frame like a rotten corpse lynched from a tree.

She knelt on the bed with her knee as she levered herself onto him, resting her braided head on his warm chest. "I am sorry, mi príncipe." Wednesday murmured quietly. Her arms moved around his midriff as she lay atop of him.

The smile once more returned to his features. "Don't worry about it, love." He whispered back before kissing the crown of her ravens nest of hair. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again." He teased her.

She lifted her head with a small smile on her cold lips in response to his threat. "You are lucky I love you." She responded.

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Apologies for how short it is :)