Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Deathbed {Wednesday x Male Reader}

Y/N was something of a philosophical mind- though, very few saw as such. Often, his thoughts sped through his neural pathways like deep-rooted trees, each ingrown in the very matter his mind. Perhaps it was why he and Wednesday seemed to enjoy one another's company, because they found this commonality. Why he felt like he could speak his mind, whereas he wouldn't dare around others- not even his family, likely out of fear of being judged or ridiculed. Maybe, it was the reason they lay together beneath the heavy hanging willow tree of the deep, lofty forests surrounding Nevermore Academy.

With her ice-cold fingertips scratching at his scalp- her black painted nails seeming to drag all the right places, Y/N lay with his head on her stomach. Beneath them was a plaid patterned black and red blanket, something that was doing a lot of heavy lifting to block out the autumn frost that had stuck around on the grassy fields that day.

The pair often found themselves like this- together. They had done so ritualistically for around six months now. You might be wondering what a pair of pubescent teenagers would find themselves doing- out in the wilds of nature's embrace- and, the answer would be not a lot. Occasionally one of them would speak up. From time to time, they would switch roles and it would be Y/N's turn to massage Wednesday's pale skull. But all in all, they would do little more than lay and listen to the whip like branches of the willow tree snap back and forth.

Thus far, Wednesday timed them at a record of two and a half hours of silence- each of them watching the new season unfold before then as leaves turned brown and fall over them- at least, before Y/N finally found reason enough to speak.

"Do you think there's anything after life- like when we're dead, is there anything else?" Y/N asked, pondering the question out loud. It was a question he often returned to- as did many people. But he'd never broached the question to Wednesday, to gage her beliefs.

Y/N felt his head lift slightly as Wednesday inhaled a deep breath- a breath that suggest she was about to begin a long monologue of her ideas on the notion. But that wasn't what arrived. "No." She answered simply.

His eyes moved and his head shifted upwards to look at her, catching a glance as her freckled nose twitched under the rambling autumn winds. The rest of her features remained blank in classic Wednesday fashion. He expected as much- but he didn't consider to answer so assuredly. "How can you he so certain?" Y/N asks quietly.

"I've made my peace with that idea." She hums in response, her fingers pausing, tangled in his hair.

"But isn't it a little bleak- believing that you... Might as well have never been conscious and... Alive." Y/N rambled as his head settled back into its previous position, thought, now his mind was buzzing with questions, and his fingers absent-mindedly picking at the dew soaked grass that was barely in reach either side of him.

Once again, Wednesday responded without showing an ounce of doubt. "No." This answer received little more than a scoff from Y/N's direction- which was then followed up by a strain of silence, which she took as a que to explain her reasoning. "How did you find your experience before life?" She questions.

Y/N raised a brow as he thought for a moment. What a bizarre question. "I didn't-"

"Exactly." She spoke. "There was no life before life, so why would there be anything after it?" She continues rhetorically.

Once more, the air is filled with silence and the silence is heard with whispering winds. "So you really think there's no point to life? That it just... Doesn't matter what we do?" Y/N pushes. It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with her belief- in many respects, he believed she had a valid point and could see her reasoning.

Wednesday sighed as her fingers dragged through the roots of his thick hair. "I didn't say that what we do doesn't have meaning. Obviously, we matter to one another- to our families and adversaries." She reasons calmly. "But eventually we won't. The ants and worms, slugs and snails won't care when we're gone and buried in their dirt."

Y/N opens his mouth in a slight moment of disbelief. His hands stop fidgeting and his gaze snaps up to see Wednesday's expression still hadn't changed. "Shit, Wends'... That's really... Really bleak." He mutters, lifting his hands to clasp and rest together on his own stomach. "I mean... What about the people who'd see us be buried with the bugs... Wouldn't they care? Wouldn't you care if they cared enough to care?" Once more, a string of near nonsensical words came as a response.

A slender, pale finger from Wednesday's free hand slid to hook under Y/N's chin, forcing his gaze to be more direct - so he could see her certainty. "Funerals are for the living, not the dead." She states. "Ofrendas are for those who are alive to share their stories of the dead, not the other way around." She affirms. Such a comment received little more than incoherent mumblings from Y/N- something that brought a light smile to Wednesday's lips.
"Good." Was the simple response that Wednesday gave to his grumblings before her fingers returned to their massaging duties.

She loved how philosophical he could be- but god did she know how tangled up certain things got when he thought about them too hard. Though, of course- she adored him for that.

A heavy gust of cold air pulled over them and Wednesday looked up at the clouds. The slightest of frowns came to her lips at the sight. "That storm's rolling in." She hummed, her fingers pausing, tangled in his hair. "My dorm room or yours?" She questioned.

Y/N sat up and propped his weight on his arms. "Mine." He responded with little need for consideration over the question. "We can watch that film I was telling you about." He added, beaming a smile back at Wednesday.

Also moving to sit up on her rear, Wednesday caught glimpse of his smile and raised a brow. "You mean the one you refuse to tell me anything about?" She questioned.

"Yep, that's the one." He chirped in response as he clambered to his feet. Once up, he leant down slightly and offered out his hands to Wednesday.

"What was it called again?" She questioned while she slid her cold hands into his.

He leaned back pulled her up to her feet. "The Lego Movie." He answered after slipping his hands from his own.

Wednesday's features contorted in a mix of thought and hesitancy. "Sounds... Asinine." She commented while she gently bit at the inside of her cheek.

Y/N's smile morphed into something more of a smirk. "Oh trust me, 'Nes, you're going to love it." He responded, his voice a little too heavy on the enthusiasm. "In fact, one of the characters really reminds me of you now I think about it- truly... Brooding."

This was returned with a slight grimace on her usually deadpanned face. Wednesday's hopes were not high.

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It's been a few days, huh?