Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Monomania Pt. 3 [Wednesday x Male Reader]

Wednesday sat in the long grass where yellow weeds had begun to grow. She could remember the day that the grass had last been cut- she knew it to the day. It had been exactly six months. One hundred and eighty-two long days. The last time she was here, she was with her classmates and her teachers. Enid had held Wednesday tight while soil filled the freshly open chasm in the earth.

So often, Y/N kept Wednesday waiting. He was always late. Late to dates, late to classes. Of course, Wednesday found it annoying but she loved Y/N to look past it, even when he didn't have a good excuse.

Even now- sat at his spired gravestone, in the long grass, Y/N kept Wednesday waiting. Part of her still didn't mind. With chipped nails plucking at grass and heavy eyes struggling to see through the glare of the harsh sun, Wednesday waited. She knew he would come sooner or later- he always did.

"You finally came." A chirpy voice finally spoke up after hours of silence. Wednesday looked up to find Y/N sat on the ledge of his gravestone- beaming a smile as he looked down at the frail figure. "Sorry I'm late." He excused.

Wednesday nodded her head slowly. "It's okay." She responded plainly as she pulled her hands out from the knots of grass and weeds- her fingertips now stained green. "Though, I really wish you would stop leaving me- it hurts when you go."

Y/N's smile faded some. "I can't stay around forever you know- what if someone other than Enid caught you talking to me?" He questioned. "What a freak they'd think you are." He answered himself.

"I don't care what anyone else thinks." She insisted. "You are all I need- I don't need anything else." She added before sighing softly, letting her posture falter as her jaw rested on her hand. "You're my reason for living, mi amor."

Again, his smile diminished- as if taken away by the passing wind. "That's a little ironic, isn't it?" He spoke as a chuckle escaped his lungs, though he hardly looked happy. "A dead boy is your reason for living? I dunno Wends', maybe you are just a freak." He told her, his own voice mimicking her cold one- to which Wednesday winced. "This is all in your head after all." He added. The colour in his eyes flickered as he stepped down from the ledge- the moss beneath him left untouched. He sat down in front of his lover- but his body cast no shadow under the sun.

Wednesday's lip trembled but she bit down- and hard as she watched Y/N sit before her. She closed her eyes and took a moment to recompose herself with a number of deep breaths. In and out. She let her dark eyes open. "So what if this is still in my head, Y/N?" She asked. "If it's the only way I can see you- the only way I can be happy, if only for a moment- then what does it matter?"

"It matters because it's making you ill, Nes. I don't want you to be ill." He replied- his voice growing to be affectionate as he rested his hand on her thigh, patting it reassuringly as if to convince her to see his view. He took his hand away. "And besides, you can see me whenever you want, I'm still a good listener" he added, patting his cold gravestone, smiling once more. "And you could cut this grass once in a while too- you'd swear there wasn't a grave her at all." He commented as he looked around them. Just a few feet away his eyes settled on a tall, strong willow tree- actually, it was a place the two first met around five years back while on summer break. It was why he was buried here.

Wednesday wore a guilty look on her face. He was right. She hadn't even brought flowers with her to lay at his resting place- how egocentral of her. Not even Y/N's family visited- neither were they at his funeral. In fact, Wednesday wasn't sure she recalled Y/N ever talking about his family.

She was broke off from her train of thought by Y/N's voice. "Remember when we always used to sit under this tree during the summer break, Nes'?" He questioned as he stood up. "When we would spend hours reading our books together." A grin spread wide across his angular features as he laughed. "I remember when we first met and I was sat under that tree and you said- 'What are you doing here- this is my secret spot!'." He mocked, trying his best to sound like her. "I had to bribe you to let me stuck around."