Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Swear [Wednesday x Male Reader]

Wednesday swore down on her own life that she would hate whoever fate had chosen for her to fall for. So, it's only imaginable how angry she was when she fell head over heals for Nevermore's latest student.

From the very moment Enid introduced Y/N to Wednesday, her interests had been piqued- and she indeed, hated him. How could she not? Perfect hair. Perfect eyes. Perfect nose. Perfect lips. Perfect skin. He smelt nice, he looked good and he was genuine in the words and actions he used around her and her friends. She hated him.

Why couldn't he be just like her and have imperfections. Be a little too short. Be a little too pale. Too socially inept. Why did he have to be so... flawless.

Of course she would jump at every opportunity to be around him. Who wouldn't? Wednesday woke up each and every morning telling herself that today was the day she would cut off ties and be done with him- ignore his every very notion of existence and being. Today would be the day she got a grip of her pitiful feelings and straightened herself out. Did it work? No. She would still swoon as they passed by one another in the corridor. She would still smile when he would sit beside her at lunch. She would still adore when he would place a hand on the small of her back when he moved passed her. So is the way of feeding your bottomless joy for self inflicted heartbreak.

She wondered what creature could make something so wonderful. Perhaps this was the works of some heinous being who was planning the world's downfall by lulling every passer-by into a false sense of adoration. Maybe he was some divine being sent by whatever heaven he came down from. Maybe Y/N wasn't real at all- simply a figment of her lonely imagination. She wished.

It hurt all the more knowing that she wasn't the only one who felt this way about him. She could see it in almost every eye that lay on him. Who wouldn't crave perfection? Everyone strives for it after all.

Y/N lay on Wednesday's bed, facing the celling as one leg was crossed over the other- arms behind his head. His gaze was blank as he observed the cracks in the plaster and paint above. Did he not care that he was lay on a girl's bed? Because Wednesday did. He did this often and when he would leave, and she would go to bed every night- all she could think about was the fact she was lay where he was. She could smell him on her blankets and pillows. It was infuriating. Infatuating. Just the thought of repeating the cycle once more made her stomach ache.

"Don't you have your own essay to be working on?" Wednesday questioned as she fought to keep her eyes set on her typewriter, each pressed letter hitting the page with a satisfying thump. "You do know we only have this week left until it's due, yes?" She added as her fingers glided from letter to letter. Word to word. She wasn't entirely sure what she was typing, but she was definitely pushing buttons.

Y/N subtly shrugged his shoulders as his eyes rolled. "I mean sure," He sighed as he let his head fall to the side, gazing at Wednesday and her side profile, "But there a plenty of days left this week to work on it." He added before smirking to himself. He wasn't sure what it was about Wednesday- he didn't know if he liked her dark eyes or the way they shifted around the room when he talked to her. He didn't know if he liked her pale skin or the way it would gain colour when he would put an arm on her shoulder. He didn't know if he liked her or just the way she crumbled for him, right into the palm of his hand. For someone who was supposed to be so cold and inattentive, she sure had a soft spot for him- though, he sure as hell knew she wouldn't dare admit such a thing. "There are only so many days of this week I get to spend with you, 'Nes'." He spoke, his words breathy as if speaking them through a huff.

Wednesday raised a brow and her hands stopped moving on her typewriter. Like a animatronic, her head slowly shifted to look over in his direction. "And why is that?" She questioned, trying to sound as monotone as she could.

Just like that, she cluelessly wondered into his trap- he had her undivided attention. As easy as plucking the wings of a dying butterfly. He let his eyes linger in a contest with hers for a few moments before he looked at her ceiling once again. "I promised Yoko that I'd help her with her essay later this week." He said. "That's why I haven't bothered with mine yet- so we could... y'know... do it together."

Wednesday's cheeks grew red- either from embarrassment or annoyance. "Oh." Was all she managed to get out as her jaw tightened.

Y/N feigned confusion at her reaction, with narrowed brows as he took his arms from behind his head and propped himself up on his elbows. "Is... Is that okay?" His voice asked out as he observed Wednesday- the way her body had tightened, trying to engulf itself to bury her emotions.

As her lips parted, her mind raced, ticking away. 'No, why would I be okay with that?', 'That's a dumb question, it should be me who you work on your essay with!', "You're mine, don't even think about going to see Yoko.'. Would it even matter if she blurted out those feelings? Wednesday doubted it. "Why would it be an issue?" She stated as her chair swivelled back to face her desk- her fingers finding the cold metal presses of her typewriter, but they didn't start typing like she wanted. Instead- her dark, blank eyes stared at the white blank void of the paper.

The moment Wednesday's gaze left his own, a grin grew on his perfect lips. Silently, he pushed himself off her bed and his feet met the floor before he approached her chair. Stopping behind her, he put each of his hands on her shoulders. Releasing a slight gasp, he squeezed his hands and watched as Wednesday shivered. "You're so tense, 'Nes..." He muttered, relaxing his grip before tightening again, massaging her muscles. "What's gotten you so coiled up? Is it this essay?" He questioned as he leaned over her shoulder to look at her page, full well knowing the answer already. His eyes met the incoherent line of letters and apparent words that had trailed from the last paragraph of her essay. His grin gleamed.

"You're not allowed." Wednesday muttered. While her lips certainly moved, the rest of her facial features were set in stone as she stared at the keys of her typewriter.

"Mm?" Y/N hummed.

"I said-" she stood up, turning on her heels and staring Y/N down. "You are not allowed."

A smirk grew on his features. "And why is that, short stuff?" He hummed lowly before he noticed the going of anger and frustration spread over her features.

She sprung her hands forward and gripped at the chest of his sweater, her knuckles whitening- more than they already were at least. "Because you are categorically mine. Do you understand?" Despite her short and thin stature, Wednesday was no slack when it came to physical confrontation, and Y/N realised as much as he felt his weight shifting as Wednesday tugged on the thick woolen fabric. "And if you dare even think of spending time with Yoko, or another person when you could be here with me- you best fear the next time you see me because I will have your head on a spit and your brain transferred into a hog's carcass." The small girl ranted as her eyes, blackened with rage stared up at the handsome boy.

A boy who's smirk, grew and grew. Y/N's hands wrapped around Wednesday's small wrists. "Wednesday, I never took you to be the possessive type." He murmured theatrically. "Alright, I can call my plans off with Yoko, but you have to do something for me first." Y/N hummed, his own thumbs teasingly grazing the joints of her thumbs.

"What?" She snapped.

"Tell. Me. What. I. Want. To. Hear." He whispered as he lowered to her level.

Confliction took over Wednesday. She knew full well what it was he wanted- and she had known for a long while about what he knew about her. And further yet, she knew that he knew that she wouldn't want to speak her feelings because she knew that it would only inflate his blister of an ego. Perhaps if the whole ordeal would be a lot easier get over if it didn't tie her brain in knots thinking about it. "I..." She croaked. With all the mental back and forthing, her hands loosened on the fabric of his knitted top, unsure if she would be able to live with herself if she gave him the satisfaction.

Y/N waited with baited breath. That was until she gripped onto him harder and gave him a hard shove. "I'm going to turn your annoyingly handsome face into a fucking wall feature- el chorra!" She hissed as her jaw clenched tight and she wound up her hand to throw at his well defined and dropped jaw.

Oh how pleasant it would be to wake up to his face hanging on the wall every morning.

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