Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Toothbrush [Wednesday x Male Reader]

Wednesday and Y/N had a pretty regular routine. On the weekdays, Y/N would abandon his dorm room and room mate to stay with Wednesday (and Enid by that logic), while on the weekends, Wednesday stayed over at Y/N's dorm. It had all because pretty standard to them, sneaking out to each others rooms- it had been going on for a few months.

It was a late Tuesday evening and Y/N knocked on Wednesday's door. As always, Wednesday opened the door. "You're late, mi amor." She reprimanded. "Enid is already asleep."

"Sorry..." He breathed in a sigh as he stepped in when she moved aside. The door clunked lightly as Wednesday closed it behind him. "Did I leave my toothbrush here last night?"

"No." She answered, monotone as ever. She walked over to her bed where her pyjamas lay. She started to get dressed. "Why?"

He pulled his bag off his back and placed it down beside hers, doing the same with his coat and shoes. "I think I lost it." He answered with a defeated tone.

She pulled off her sweater which she replaced with a button up pyjama top. "You can use mine tonight." She told him, shrugging slightly.

"What- no, ew." He spat quietly as he shook his head. He crouched down by his bag and got out some pyjamas of his own.

"Fine, then don't even think about coming near me. You're breath is disgusting when you don't brush in the evening." She told him honestly while she pulled up a pair of pyjama bottoms.

"Wait- that's so not fair." He groaned as he slouched. "It's not my fault my toothbrush up and left me, is it?"

"And is it my fault?" She asked rhetorically before answering herself, "No, which is why I shouldn't have to experience the backlash of your stupidity." She told him coldly as she took off her socks. "Or, just use my toothbrush and all is forgiven, you can sleep as close to me as you wish."

He gave a look of disbelief- he couldn't, wouldn't use her toothbrush. "Wednesday, it's been in your mouth."

"So has your tongue, your point is?" She retorted.

"That's different." He argued back as he started to dress into some pyjama bottoms.

"It really isn't, Y/N." She told him, glaring at him with an unimpressed look.

"It is. You're toothbrush cleans all the gunk off your teeth. Not mine."

"Y/N," she started as she sat under the covers of her bed. "I'm going to count to five... If I get to three and you still haven't brushed your teeth I will crush your skull. If I get to four... I will rip off all of your limbs, and then I'll cauterize the stumps. If I get to five...I'm going to throw your torso through that window down- however many stories and then... then I'll come down to see if you're alive. And if you are... I am going to finish the job. Slowly."

Y/N's eyes went wide in a flush of horror at his lovers detailed threat. He fumbled on the spot as he became indecisive over what to do. He threw down his hands in a fit of frustration before stalking into her bathroom and closing the door.

Wednesday heard the sound of the tap running. With a satisfied smile on her lips, she opened up her bedside draw and her smile grew wider. Y/N's toothbrush. She was a genius- cruel, mean- but still a genius. She let out a small laugh as a series of gags sounded behind the closed bathroom door.

She knew very well that he was somewhat of a germaphobe. He constantly washed his hands, showered twice a day. It amused her. She grabbed the toothbrush and set it atop of her bedside table before grabbing the book beside it, opening it where she had left her bookmark. She read while she waited for his torture to end.

Sure enough, after a few minutes the bathroom door opened. Wednesday peered over the top of her book at Y/N who seemed greener than he did earlier. She grinned, setting the bookmark and closing her book before setting it down back onto her bedside table. "Oh, what's this?" She gasped, sarcasm laced her words. She was no actor. She picked up his toothbrush as he approached her bed. "Is... Is this your toothbrush, mi principe." She asked, furrowing her brows together.

As she gazed at Y/N again, she was certain he was about to burst out into a fit of tears. But, like the big boy he was, he sucked it up and snatched his toothbrush back before once more disappearing behind the bathroom door. He knew the game she played.

The tap filled the silence again. Once more, he appeared through the bathroom door, looking defeated. Reaching her bed, he climbed in and lay down- but not before turning away from her.

"Don't be such a baby." Wednesday told him. "If you don't turn back around and hold me, I will swirl your toothbrush in the toilet next time." She threatened. She heard him mumble something to himself before he flipped over, wrapping his arms around her middle, his head against her chest. She smiled, content as she wrapped her own arms around his neck and a leg over his waist.

He moved a hand down to rest on her thigh as he sighed. The rest of the night was peacefully filled with sweet dreams and sweeter nightmares.

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Sorry it's so short! Enjoy :))