Wednesday (One Shots and Imagines)

Hammock {Wednesday X Male Reader}

It was the long anticipated summer break, and Wednesday could not be more delighted to get away from Nevermore and it's suffocating stone walls. Her family had predicted as much- they knew full well of her disdain for the school and its students- most of them at least. Much preparation had been made in anticipation of her lengthy return. The cobwebs were dusted- the rats were bathed. A fresh load of lambs blood had been soaked through her duvets and covers.

So, try imagine their surprise when she sent a letter informing them of her plans to stay with... A friend? That couldn't be right. The very idea of Wednesday writing such an absurd word was enough to make even Lurch snicker. Disappointed over their daughter's return aside, Morticia and Gomez were delighted to know she was at least attempting to branch out to other people.

The friend she would be staying with? Y/N. The pair had been getting along well since Y/N arrived at the Academy and Wednesday seemed to be taking quite the liking to him. Enid tried to claim that it was a "crush" but of course, Wednesday knew that such a notion was absurd. She didn't do crushes. And she certainly wouldn't be staying at Y/N house if she did.

Wednesday herself wasn't entirely sure what it was that drew her to Y/N- he was, in her opinion, the polar opposite of her in almost every way. Carefree, easy going and funny. In any other capacity, Wednesday would hate his very presence. And yet here she was, walking downstairs from the spare bedroom she had spent the night in.

She wasn't even remotely sure what time it was- but the house was silent besides the sound of heavy rainfall hitting the plentiful windows. Wednesday guessed that both of Y/N's parents had probably left for work and Y/N was nowhere to be found, with his bedroom door left wide open and his curtains pulled apart- and apart from the messy clothes and unmade bed, she would have assumed that this home was completely unoccupied.

As for the house itself, it was quaint and cosy, small even- something she was not used to. Muted tones and warm lights were largely setting the atmosphere the evening before, when they sat at the dinner table to eat a meal of branzino and mixed vegetables. Much like the room she had spent the night in, washed out colours of yellow and rust laid over the painted walls- leather adorned seating arrangements were well worn in a number of rooms and each was accompanied by its own brushed cotton blankets of a variety of patterns and colours. The ground below her bare feet was a heavily scuffed wood flooring- with the paling patches all covered with a collage of artisan rugs.

Wednesday's eyes were drawn to the patio doors and the decked pergola they lead out to. The doors themselves gently swayed in the gusty winds while she could just about hear the melodies of old swing music that she couldn't quite place, playing from the other side of the exit. And on that deck, stood a hammock of yellow and green, spanning the deck's length and hoisted up by a pair of the pergola posts.

Y/N lay with his hands tucked behind his head, his ankles crossed over one another and his eyes closed as he relaxed into the gentle sway of his beloved hammock. Behind the sound of heavy rain thrashing against the wooden roof above him and the music playing out loud through a Bluetooth speaker that was connected his phone, Y/N could hear the gentle padded sounds of feet moving across the wooden deck. He didn't need to peek to know it was Wednesday- her aura carried a looming presence whenever she was around.

A smirk growing on his lips and his eyes remaining shut, he hummed in a sleepy manner. "You have any idea what time of day it is, little miss?" He spoke rhetorically as he put on a gruff voice, trying to sound much beyond his youthful years.

What little light escaped through the thick grey clouds was soon blocked out from Y/N's light sensitive view, as Wednesday stood in front of his Hammock.

Hearing her silence, and with half lidded eyes, he peeked up at her. "It's like... twelve." He murmured a guess as he gazed up at her messy nest of unbraided raven locks, and her oddly rosy freckled cheeks. Y/N soon allowed his eyes to droop back closed again.