Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Shower Talk [Wednesday x Male Reader]

One mismatched couple sat in a large, empty dorm room. Sat no more than a foot apart and no less than seven inches, Wednesday and Y/N sat in near silence. It was comfortable.

Since Y/N had a room all to himself, it had become the perfect hideout space for Wednesday to get away from Enid when she needed to, but also gave her an excuse to visit Y/N. Even if they often only sat in near complete silence. It was calming.

Y/N got to his feet and stretched his arms out in front of his chest, yawning straight after. "I'm going to take a shower." The taller figure spoke, turning on his heels and heading for his closet.

"I will come with you." Wednesday replied, perhaps not fully considering the whole span of what she had said.

"What, you want to shower with me?" He questioned, brows knitted in a moment of confusion. "I mean- I'm not going to tell you no-" How could he say no- even purely to prevent them from becoming awkward, he had to agree with her.

Wednesday shook her head, braids swinging as she did. "No, you pervert." She responded coldly, her eyes digging into his very being. "I just meant to keep you company, I will look away." She explained.

"So what would be the point of you even being in there with me?" Y/N questioned, clearly confused by her proposition.

It was evident to Wednesday that she didn't even know what she wanted to get out of her proposal- in fact, the more she thought about being in the same room as Y/N while he was showering made her stomach churn. "I... I do not know."

"Okay..." He mumbled under his breath. He stepped past the doorway of his closet and started getting together some clothes to change into after he took a shower. He decided on a pair of simple sweatpants and a plain hoodie. He just wanted to be warm and comfortable. "Is this your method of flirting?" He asked from the closet while he picked out a pair of white socks.

Wednesday seemed to ponder his question. The pair had been something beyond friends for a while and they were both aware of it- the only thing stopping them from being an item was Wednesday's apparent lack of empathy. Of course, she had some level of empathy but it seemed that whenever Y/N would make a move, she wouldn't notice it or reciprocate an equal flirtatious action. So, instead, they hung out in an odd limbo.

Noticing Wednesday hadn't bothered answering his questions, he took it as a no. He sighed and stepped out of his closet. "Alright, I won't be long eight or nine minutes maybe." He told her. Y/N's face was wrought with confusion and a sense of disappointment- much like that someone who had just had his spirit crushed. "Will you still be here by the time I'm done or will you just disappear without a goodbye like you did last time?" He questioned.

Wednesday observed him. She was confused by him. Despite the pull she felt towards him, she couldn't bring herself to take anything further- perhaps it was the poor past experience she had with Tyler. "Perhaps." She answered. The last time he had decided to take a shower while she was in his dorm, she got bored of waiting and listening to his shower singing so simply left back to her own dorm room. His singing voice was enough to make her eardrums squeal in discomfort. "It will depend entirely on what song you sing while you are in there.".

Y/N scoffed and shook his head. "I thought you didn't like my singing?" He spoke out as he moved to his bathroom door.

"That is exactly my point, Y/N." She informed coldly.

Again, he looked dejected and rolled his eyes before stepping into the bathroom. He didn't bother closing the door behind him, his shower was far enough into the corner of the room for Wednesday not to be able to see him. He set down his fresh change of clothes. He twisted the handle for the water pressure and then the one for heat as he found a comfortable mix of both before undressing and climbing in. It was a little on the hot side of comfortable, just how he liked it- he enjoyed it when it stung a little.

Wednesday sat in his desk chair, watching as soft plumes of steam eninated from the bathroom doorway. Knowing he was beyond the boundary of those walls set her on edge. It appeared Y/N had been uninterested in singing that evening as for the first three to four minutes, there was utter silence other than that of falling water.

Once again finding herself board and disinterested, she stood up while using her hands to brush out any creases in her skirt. She still wasn't sure why she had invited herself into his bathroom with him- it was a completely outlandish thing for her to suggest. Perhaps she was speaking from somewhere else other than her tactical mind. She couldn't deny that the idea of showering with him ammused her, moreso to see him get flustered and embarrassed than anything else.

Just as she started walking towards the door out of his dorm, she heard a buzzing. Her keen ears told her it was behind her as she found his phone sat atop of his bedside table. She picked it up and noticed someone was calling him- his mother. Seeing it as an opportunity to do Y/N a favour, she kept a hold of his phone and headed to the bathroom door. With her spare hand firmly clasped over her tightly shut eyes, she walked in. Her steps were silent and dampened by the bathroom rug on the floor and the splattering water. Thanks to the shower curtain, it seemed Y/N had no idea she had entered. Her heart beat in her throat- like a fishing hook had firmly sunk into her flesh and the fisherman was pulling her insides out via a fishing line.

Once she was sure she was stood a foot or so away from what he was, she burst her hand past the shower curtain. "Your mother is calling you." She called out.

Y/N let out a scream as a hand poped through the gap between the shower curtains and the wall- in a moment of panic, he smacked the hand. It took a moment or two to realise what had happened. His phone that had fallen out of Wednesday's hand has he hit it was slowly being drowned under the water of the shower. More importantly, he'd just hit Wednesday.

He gulped hard as he quickly scrambled to pick up his phone. It was no longer ringing. In fact, it was no longer turning on. "Oh no." He muttered.

He slowly creeped his head past the shower curtain- hair wet and dripping. He caught view of Wednesday's angered disposition and balled up fists. "I... Don't suppose you want to join me?" He sarcastically spoke as an attempt to defuse her piping fury. He held the curtain tight to his neck. "I-Its nice and warm." He chuckled out of pure nervousness.

"I am going to broil your body in that shower until your sinew drips off of your bones." She growled through tightly gritted teeth.

"Please- I'm too handsome to be broiled!" Y/N cried desperately.

"Fine." Wednesday spat. "To make it up to me, I want your undying devotion to me and me only." She demanded. The look in her eyes was wild.

"Yeah- yes, anything! Just let me keep my skin and muscles, I really need them." He begged.

"Of course, your skeleton alone would be little use to me." She informed him. She turned on her heels before looking back over her shoulder. "Now, hurry up and finish your shower- I have a few jobs for you to handle."

"Already?" He whined- worried as to what she might have in store for him.

"Already." She confirmed, coldly and seriously before she accelerated into waking pace out of his bathroom.