Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Cut [Wednesday x Male Reader]

Y/N swatted away Wednesday's hand as she raised a damp cloth to the deep cut between his eye and upper cheek. "I can do that myself." He grumbled.

His attempts to deter her showed unsuccessful. "I don't doubt it," she began to reply, wiping away the drying, sticky blood. "But I can do it better." She told him confidently. She watched as his eye switched with each dab of the cloth. "Not that I have any claim over you, but I recommend you do not do things like this in the future." Wednesday informed Y/N, her voice cold as usual.

He scoffed a frustrated breath as his eyes rolled. "What, stand up for you?" Y/N questioned, his tone frustrated.

"Yes." She told him bluntly. "I am quite capable of standing on my own two feet, if you haven't already noticed." She continued, her words not getting any less harsh. "I especially don't need you getting into fights over some petty name-calling."

He stayed quiet in response for a moment. He was sure he had done the right thing in standing up for Wednesday in her absence. He hated when people would talk ill of others behind their backs. He didn't regret his decision. His eyes flickered down to see his knuckles bloodied and bruised, but in far better condition than his face. When Wednesday arrived at the scene, Y/N was already on the floor, picking himself up as the gash dripped scarlet red on the cobble walkway. Those who circled Y/N and the other boy quickly left when they noticed her eerie presence and the fight was quickly over. She was left to pick Y/N up and take him to the infirmary where he could be treated- although the nurse was nowhere to be seen.

Wednesday swiveled in her stool as she turned to the cabinet full to the brim with glass bottles. She opened the door and read a few labels. Her head perked up when she found the one she was after, an amber glass bottle, quite small in size- even in her hand. "Head back." She instructed. He listened. She unscrewed the cap and squeezed the pipette, sucking some of the clear liquid into the utensil.

She got to her feet so she had the advantage of height as she aimed the pipette over his wound (which now it wasn't bleeding profusely, she recognised was very deep) and squeezed the rubber end of the pipette, releasing the liquid into the cut.

Upon first contact the cut foamed white like a rabies infected mutt and Y/N groaned quietly in pain. "That will sterilise the wound so I may stitch it together." She informed him, placing the bottle in his hand. "You might want to use some on your hands, just don't use too much."

"Hang on- stitches?" He questioned, his eyes- well, eye wide. The other was quickly closing from swelling.

"Yes. Maybe you'll learn that your actions do in fact have consequences." She uttered as she shuffled through various draws. While she searched for the tools she required, Y/N once again did as he was told, putting a few drops of the liquid onto the cuts on his hands. He set the bottle down off to the side. Thanks to the smaller size of the cuts, it was far less painful this time round.

Wednesday soon found a hooked needle and a roll of fine black thread. "This is going to hurt." Her voice softened slightly as she looped the thread through the needle.

"Can't we just like... glue it or something?" He asked, eying up the needle. He wasn't scared per se, just not fond of being stabbed numerous times.

"Not unless you want to irritate your already black eye, no." She answered. He grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her thigh. "There, squeeze when it hurts."

He screwed up his features, taking his hand off her thigh. "I'm not-"

"Just do it, Y/N." She demanded bluntly. "I don't need you shaking about while I'm stitching your wound- unless you want me to gouge your eye out?"

He quickly quietened and moved his hand back. Thankfully, she was wearing a skirt with tights which meant two layers of fabric between him and certain doom. Not that he didn't want to touch her- the whole reason he jumped to her defence was because of a possible slight attraction to her. He never saw it coming to fruition though.

Wednesday took a deep, steady breath through her nose before moving in on the task at hand. She carefully pierced his skin, knowing the first penetration was the worst- speaking from experience. His hand tightly gripped her leg as his eyes shut tight. Wednesday would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy his painful grasp but she shook the thought away. It wasn't like he was doing it out of lust or affection. No, it was out of pain. Pain that once again derived from her. She once again pushed the thoughts away, concentrating on her stitching.

She was thankful to show up when she did. Wednesday did have feelings for Y/N- feelings she didn't know how to act on. Seeing him in pain was bad, learning why the scrap had occurred made her chest tight. Tighter than his pulsing grip of her thigh as she pulled the thread through his split skin.

As Y/N adjusted to the pain, he peeped through at Wednesday's pretty features. He noticed how unaware she was when she was concentrating. He found it adorable how she clenched her jaw and knitted her brows together.

Her eyes darted to his. She froze like a deer in headlights- moments before it is run over and turned into a bloody roadkill venison.

"Sorry." He murmured quietly as he looked away. She stayed silent before going back to the job at hand. The cut was long so it took some time and a wealth of awkward silence between them. Sure enough though, she stitched the cut tight. She followed up by applying a row of steri-strips.

"There." She spoke, finally breaking the long silence. "Don't shower for twenty four hours or you will stop the wound from scabbing over. I thought you had an ounce of brain matter before today but clearly I was mistaken so I will warn you- do not pick the scab or stitches-" She was promptly cut off.

"-I really like you." Y/N abruptly butted in.

Wednesday would have been offended by his intrusion had she not been so shocked by his words.

Y/N took a moment to recognise what he had blurted out before clawing at his words to take it back. "I'm sorry- I... I think I must have a concussion or something! I should probably get back to my dorm and lay down for a while." He excused as he got to his feet, moving past her.

Just when he thought he had escaped the grasps of death, his wrist was grabbed, stopping him from getting away. He turned to see Wednesday on her feet. "You didn't let me finish." She spoke. He couldn't pick up on her tone of voice- then again, not many could.

"Right- sorry." Y/N choked.

"After the twenty four hours you should wash the cut thoroughly but gently. Do this two," she paused to hold up two fingers. "Two times a day until the stitches dissolve. Adding a thin layer of vaseline will also help prevent infection." She spoke before letting go of his wrist. She hesitated, looking up at him.

The two stared at one another once more, the tense atmosphere returning to the room.

Her lips parted as she tried to find the right words. She wanted him to know how she felt but she wasn't certain of how to. "I am.. attracted to you too." She spoke, still her voice remained plain. "And I do not have a concussion."

Once again, Y/N seemed to have a hard time processing and taking in the new information.

Wednesday continued to watch him. If she didn't know any better, she would bet there was nothing going on behind his eyes. A head with its brains picked out by earwigs and worms. "Christ, you are slow." She insulted before grabbing a hold of his bloodied shirt collar, pulling his face down towards hers. She showed no havering in pressing her lips into his.

It was as if her cold lips gave his mind the jolt it needed as he appeared to kick back to life, kissing her back as a hand dropped to her waist.

They kissed for no longer than thirty seconds but it felt like an eternity.

Y/N took a shaky breath as he blinked rapidly- a slight sign of a smirk on his lips. "Okay... I really mean it this time... I should probably lie down."

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Who needs a sleeping schedule anyway- not me! Thanks for all of the support :) enjoy!