Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Blueberry Skies Pt. 3 [Wednesday x Male Reader]

Date night. This would be the first date the pair had been on in a long while- and perhaps for good reason. Wednesday despised the idea of sitting at a candle lit, rouge cloth covered table- eating half cooked pasta while they made attempts at small talk to blend in with the other couples.

She stood in Y/N's bathroom, looking at her reflection in the mirror as she affixed the jet black choker around her neck. She moved her hands to smooth out the dress she wore. She hated how much skin she was showing- she hated how pale her skin was. Her eyes moved to the reflection of her arms- nearly bone thin and yet she wished they could be thinner. More dainty- though, she thought this applied to her legs and face and stomach.

She couldn't see whatever it was that Y/N saw in her and it infuriated her. Wednesday could spend hours in front of the mirror picking herself apart- and there came along Y/N, ready and willing to pick up the broken pieces just like that. He deserved better.

"Nes', you alright in there?" His voice called out to her. She must have been in there for quite a while- she had only gone in there to change but she had ended up redoing what little makeup she wore, as well as changing out what jewelry she had picked out several times. She hadn't even picked out what pair of shoes to wear yet. "Nes'?" He called again.

"Yeah... J-Just a second." She called back as she peered through the inch thin gap the door was agape by. He could just about see him fixing up the buttons on his shirt. She scoffed. It didn't matter what he wore, he would still look perfect. Not even corpses in their resting makeup and funeral shrouds could look as good as him. It was unfair.

Wednesday's eyes settled on the reflection in the glass again. Maybe she should change her dress- or at least find one that had sleeves? Or perhaps it would be better to not wear a dress at all? She shook her head turned away from the mirror and headed through the bathroom door.

Upon exiting, she found Y/N's gaze already on her as he sat on the end of his bed.

She felt a shiver run down her weak spine. Instantly, she felt like turning back again. Her hands made their ways to grip onto her upper arms as she made an attempt to cover herself.

"You look wonderful..." Y/N murmured as he stood on his feet. He really did impose over her- though it wasn't all too hard to do so.

He knew her too well. Wednesday wouldn't hear his words of attraction- she would just take them as muttered pity. She always did. He was okay with that though. While it annoyed him how unaware she was of her own beauty, it gave him the chance to reassure her and build her up again. He took a few steps, closing the gap between them.

While she looked up at him, she seemed to want to cower away. Weather it was his large frame or wanting to be less vunerable under his prying eyes, she wished she had never agreed to a date.

Y/N's smile faded as a flash of disappointment crossed his features. It could be nerve stabbing, keeping up with her. A deep breath escaped his nostrils. He gently took her hands and began to take a few steps back, pulling her with him as he sat back down on the end of the bed.

She now stood basically at eye level with him. She simply stared at him. Her face seemingly becoming devoid of emotions thanks to his tender touch. His hands released hers as they headed up to her neck where he took of the black choker. He placed it beside his knitted sweater on his bed before picking said sweater up.

"Arms up." He told her. It was odd. His voice could be so... demanding and yet it was always so gentle.

"What?" Wednesday asked, narrowing her eyes down on him, breaking out of her train of thought.

"Could you put your arms up for me?" Y/N repeated once more. She hummed and lifted her arms up. Y/N navigated her arms through the sweater and then her head, pulling it on over the dress. He grabbed into the hem of it and tugged it a couple of times, making sure it was straight. It was by no means a nice sweater- it was more of one of those ugly sweaters you buy during the winter- the greens, reds and oranges in the fine threads all seemed to merge to make it look like an ill brown colour. Although, oddly enough, it Wednesday made it look good.

His hands settled on her upper arms, where she had been clinging onto herself just a moment ago. "There..." He murmured with a smile. "Better?" He asked gently.

She hesitated before giving a slight nod. "A little."

He mummed. "Are you... embarrassed because I'm here when you dress like this?" He asked softly. There was no judgement in his voice as he spoke.

"N-No of course not." She answered quickly, shaking her head. "It's... it's the other people that will see me... I just wish I could be invisible... but just not to you."

He wondered if he was being too soft with her- too gentle. It seemed like, while she was with him, everything was fine- but in terms of social interactions with other, she had regressed- and he figured it was his fault. She was able to run to his arms whenever she felt vulnerable and needed to escape and he just let her.

But how could he possibly say no to her?

"We... we don't have to go on dates you know." Y/N spoke as he released her arms from his grips.

She shook her head. "But that's not fair on you." She responded.

"You're right, it's not." He confirmed. A look of guilt stained Wednesday's pale face. "But do you know what else isn't fair?" He asked. She didn't respond. "That you," he began, prodding his finger into her chest, right over her heart. "You are denying people of seeing the wonderful Wednesday Addams that I know. The headstrong woman who would do anything to help the people she loves." He told her.

Her bottom lip started to quiver as she shook her head. "So what if people don't see me- I-I'm not a circus act." She stammered.

He shook his head and gave a sad laugh. "That wasn't what I was saying, Wednesday. If you could just open up- show people the gentle side that you show to me, there would be no one in this world who could think little of you." He told her, taking her hands in his own as she turned to move away. He kept her in place. "I promise you that, Nes'." He murmured. "And I don't just expect you to... drop your castle walls just because I said so. These things are going to take time- like our blueberry bush- you need time to grow. I can water you as much as you want... but how can you grow if you don't have sunlight?" He ranted and he hoped she would catch onto the words he was getting at.

He noticed a few stray tears dripping down her cheeks. He smiled sadly as he wiped them up with his thumbs before he placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.

"O-Okay." She breathed. She smiled lightly as she sniffled. "Would you pass me my boots?" She asked.

He smiled and hummed. While he stood up, she sat down, grabbing a pair of socks to pull over her feet. When Y/N returned with her boots, he knelt down in front of her. He grabbed her left foot by the heel.

She giggled and shook her head. "What are you doing?"

"My princess is above putting on her shoes by herself." He joked as he aligned her foot with the corresponding boot before pushing it on. He moved onto the next before tying each of the laces. "There, milady." He teased.

She laughed again as she cupped his face in her small hands before bringing her lips to his own for a brief moment. She pulled away and rested her head against his. "I think we're ready, right?"

"Mmm, right." He hummed in agreement. He rested his hands in her lap for a moment as he peered into her eyes. "Just remember, if you feel like it's getting too much, just tell me and we can leave, okay?"

She nodded and pecked his lips one last time. "You're too kind to me, mi amor."

"I am, aren't I?" He joked.

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