Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Sugarcoat [Wednesday x Male Reader]

Y/N loved the summer. Fields of long grass with yellowing tips, weeds growing with flowers for heads- birds soaring down to crop fields to peck at the newly sprouting vegetation. He adored the evenings where he could lay on a thick blanket, in the orange-pink sunsets with Wednesday tight by his side.

He loved feeling the heated breeze trickle across his legs and arms. He loved staying up until that same warm breeze blew harder than the grass could fight against. He loved watching the summer sun fade below the surrounding trees to make view to the hundreds of other stars in the night sky.

Wednesday, surprisingly, loved the summer too- although it was a newfound love. All be it, for some other reasons. While she disliked lying under the sun for hours on end, and she hated the sun's red colouring, there were a few things she adored. She loved the way her hair was hot to the touch under the bright light in the sky. She loved the way her skin began to freckle and how they became more prominent the longer they lay in those fields. She loved how the deep orange and red all around made his bright eyes so obvious, like they could belong to Hera, or Aphrodite, or Hebe- or any of the Gods of Beauty for that matter. Too pretty to be true.

She loved that he would change his attire with the seasons. She loved how he would ditch jackets in favour of thin linen shirts. He would cast away the old blue jeans so he could wear a plethora of shorts. He loved that she gave up on the thick socks he'd usually wear and instead opt for socks that would allow more of that sticky warm breeze to catch on the hairs of his legs. She loved that as the seasons rolled by, so would his personality- how he could change and grow, much like the uncut meadows that they were sprawled across each other in.

That was why, when Wednesday got to spend these summer days together with Y/N, she wasn't focused on the squirrels in the trees or flocking birds overhead- she wasn't interested in the lush grasses or pretty flowers, because the only sun she needed was the one lay beside her. A light that could shine so bright that even her cheeks caught onto a red blush- or perhaps that just happened when he would say something to embarrass her. While he unknowingly watched the clouds burn up in a hue of red-orange haze, she observed Y/N. She watched, attentively inspecting his freckles that painted his soft, growingly tan skin. She was almost certain that if you gave her the resources and a big blank canvas, she could paint the exact position of all of them.

"Wends'?" Y/N spoke up as he continued to gaze up at the sky.

The raven haired girl didn't move her head as she answered. "Yes?"

Y/N shifted on the warm blanket as he found a more comfortable way to lie- the fabric creasing beneath his shuffling limbs as he moved. He settled on his side where he faced her, looking intently. "Why do you like me?" He questioned. "And don't give me one of your usual sarcastic responses- tell me why you really put up with me."

Still taking in his beauty- Wednesday's features turned sour at Y/N's question. Her usual cold, sharp voice amassed into nothing more than the quiet sounds of escaping air as her dark lips quivered- lips that soon tightly pursed together.

Y/N raised his brow at her reaction to her question- she usually loved mind provoking questions- but it seemed like something had got the cat's tongue. It wasn't often that she didn't have an answer for something. "That is... a complicated question." She responded eventually.

"And you don't have an answer?" He asked- as if attempting to guess what her response would be before she gave one, a skill he was still far from mastering."

Her response was quick and short, as to insist he was wrong. "No, I do have an answer. I am just not sure how to put it into words." She assured with a warm tone to her usually monotone chime. She watched as Y/N's head finally turned to face hers- and their eyes locked as he waited for her explanation. Picking up on his expression, she could see it was one of the uncomfortable topics for her that he would not move from until he got his answer. Lips pursed tight together, she exhaled sharply through her nose. "Most... Most people are mortified of death. A lost of people are scared of spiders, or tight spaces, or the dark... But I- I'm afraid of being alone." Wednesday explained.