Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Cute [Wednesday x Male Reader]

"There, I am done writing for the day." Wednesday announced. Stretching her arms out and releasing a small yawn, she got to her bare feet. "How are the clothes coming along?" She asked, turning to face him.

Y/N was stood at her bed, folding her clean washing- a task he begrudgingly accepted after she threatened to bust his knee caps if he didn't do as he was asked. He was just folding the last skirt as he turned to face her. "All done, my love. Do you want them going into your closet?" He asked.

She raised a brow as her face remained as stony as ever. "No, I want them on the roof." She spoke sarcastically.

He caught on and sighed, grabbing the two piles of clothes, one under each arm and headed for her closet.

Wednesday sighed as she straightened some of the items on her desk and grabbed a dead rose, twirling it in her fingers. Y/N had gifted it to her just a few days ago. She thought it was more elegant as it wilted. She found beauty in the creases and decay in colour. She liked how the thorns of the stem hardened.

Y/N returned from her closet and sighed. "There, now I would appreciate it if you didn't touch my kneecaps." He told her, slowly traipsing towards her.

"I suppose I could do that."

"Do I get a reward?" Y/N asked, curiously.

"What for?"

"For folding your washing and putting it away." He told her.

"What are you? A dog?" She asked dully.

He pouted a little as his shoulders slumped.

"Fine." She snapped, her features twitching at his apparent change in mood. "What do you want?" She asked, softening her voice a little.

Y/N didn't need to speak to tell her what he wanted from her. He lifted and opened up his arms, signalling for her to reciprocate his idea.

She groaned and rolled her eyes before complying. She opened her arms up as she closed the distance between them. Once in hugging distance, her arms wrapped around his midriff,  but not before placing the wilting rose in his hair.

Hugging was something Wednesday had only recently gathered the courage to accomplish. She hated to admit it but she was terrified of the idea for a long time. But when she had the security of Y/N, she felt safe enough to try it. She also hated to admit, she loved it.

Y/N released a sigh of comfort as he wrapped his arms around her neck, holding her close.

Wednesday had made him very aware in the past that if anyone other than him smothered her, she would 'skin them alive with a cheese grater'. He was glad he wasn't anyone else.

"You're so cute." Y/N murmured, as Wednesday buried her head into his chest. The two of them held an embrace, much like those mummified by the ashes of Pompeii.

"Call me cute again and I will cut off your balls and tie them around your neck for everyone to see." She deadpanned as her face buried deeper into his sweater, hiding the blush that had arrived on her cheeks. She inhaled his scent with a slight smile.

"If you burry your head any deeper there you are going to break through my ribs." He mused as he began to rock from foot to foot. She followed along as they swayed from side to side.

"Maybe that's what I'm aiming for. I hear human heart is delicious when it's in season." She responded, pressing her ear to his chest as she listened close to his steady heart beat. It was calm.

"How do you know when it's in season?" Y/N questioned, playing along with her threats.

"There's no real way of knowing," she began. Kicking off with her feet to push him onto her bed, Wednesday lay straddled on top of him. She noticed his face had become flustered and his hair messy. The rose fell out of his hair upon contact with her bed. She lowered her head to his chest once more, her ear pressed tight. "You just have make their heart work." She whispered as she listened. His heart rate seemed to have doubled in pace. "You're heart is perfectly in season, mi amor." She murmured with a surprisingly playful smirk. She pressed a pointed finger right above where his heart lay. She lifted her head and watched as he winced, her nail dug in. "Lucky for you, I prefer my meat aged." She murmured, leaning in to peck his lips.

She loved making his heart rate spike, watching his face become filled with embarrassment. Watching his handsome features twitch in pain or discomfort when she would pinch, dig and bite him. She enjoyed making sure Y/N knew that he was hers- and hers alone.

A small smile turned up at the corner of his soft lips as he kissed her back. The kiss didn't end without her taking his bottom lip between her teeth and giving a slight tug before she lay flat on top of him and buried her head in the crook of his neck.

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This one is short and I'm sorry! If you have any ideas you want to see for future parts, please let me know! Enjoy :)