Wednesday and I ( Female Reader)

More than One

""So wait, let me get this right, you broke his nose and may have broken several of his ribs?!" you ask, clearly excited.

"I honestly think they were fractured, Kanes just a little bitch," says the blonde one.

"I won't lie, I'm impressed" Wednesday adds.

It was now 1 am and you, Wednesday have been talking to Agatha and Sara about the fight they got into, it took three counsellors each to restrain them. Agatha grew up on a very successful farm in the south and worked on the farm almost every day, meaning she was not only very strong but she was swift. Agatha had brown hair that was bushy but almost always tied back. She loved animals and normal girl stuff, but she was also tough. Sara is a black belt in mixed martial arts and could kick almost anyone's ass and had an affinity for mandala art. She moved here from Hong Kong when she was a kid. She doesn't like talking about herself.

"So what did these jackasses do anyway?" you ask curiously your head hanging off the edge of the bed

"They kept harassing us," said Sara, laying out her sleeping bag.

"Yeah, but what did they say and stuff," you ask as the blood starts to flow to your head. Agatha rolls her eyes at Sara, "they kept trying to get us to sleep with them and making lewd comments about us, I was just waiting for them to touch on us, I was just begging for them to lay a hand on me or Sara," Agatha grins manically, "and they did so I didn't hold back, and then a few more of there pals came to back them up, so Sara joined in." Agatha recounted cradling her bloodied knuckles like a trophy. "Woah," you said admirably.

"We shouldn't have fought them," says Sara from the other side of the room with a hint of anger in her voice.

"What do you mean? They totally deserved it" blurted Agatha.

"You know what I mean." Sara said, giving her a look, "We shouldn't draw attention to ourselves" she uttered, turning away from the rest of the cabin. Agatha got up and walked over to her and whispered something to her.

"Look all i'm saying is that we should be more careful" Sara continues in a whisper you can barely hear. you decide to stay out of it and pick up your book to read.

"If you're worried about getting caught, there are several places where nobody will interrupt," Wednesday says her face buried in her book, the two girls whip around to look on Wednesday.

"What did you just say?" demanded Agatha defensively.

"Agatha, don't" warns Sara, pulling on her slightly. you look up from your book confused Agatha looking ready to fight.

"I said there are plenty of places you can go to be alone with each other" Wednesday repeats.

"Ok what?" you are confused at the whole situation.

"There Dating, Y/N," Wednesday says, staring at you: how could you realise that it's so obvious.

"Ohhhhhh," you say realising how much sense it made

"Are you going to tell anyone?" Sara asked cautiously with fear in her eyes.

"Why would we?" asks Wednesday, finally putting down her book.

"It doesn't matter who you love as long as you destroy those who oppose you," she says getting off her bed. Agatha and Sara look at each other with relief. Wednesday walks up to Sara "If anyone fucks with you, you can tell us. they won't fuck with anything after we're done with them" Wednesday crawls onto your bed sitting next to you.

"If you don't mind me asking why are you being nice to us?" Agatha asks, tilting her head. Wednesday smiles and raises her eyebrows, "Did you guys really think you were the only non-straight people at camp?" Both the girls blink in surprise. "You're not the only raging homosexuals around," she says carelessly.

"Wait, you-what-there's more-what!?" says Agatha. Wednesdays gases shifts to look at her, "Of course, there's more than just you, there's a group of us"

"What?!" you ask shocked. "So you're telling me there's a secret group of queers?" you ask wondering how you remained completely oblivious to this fact.

You remember playing on the playground, chasing a girl with blonde flowing hair. Laughing, screaming playfully. "Do you ever wonder what it's like to kiss a boy?" she asks as you both hide in a tube on the playground. "Yeah sometimes..." you say playing with your shoes.

"Should we maybe...practice on each other?" she asks, looking at you nervously.

"Yeah that way, we know what it's like." You both nod in agreement, moving closer together, you go to kiss her-"Ewwwwwww, Y/N and Jessie are kissing in the tube!" a small boy yells in disgust

"No, it's not like that" you blurt out, a small crowd of children begins to form all of them voicing their protest and disgust "No, that's-" Jessie tries to explain.

"That's so gross," one of the kids says. Jessie looks at you helplessly

"Disgusting," another says.

"It wasn't me! Y/N tried to kiss me!" Jessie shouts above the crowd, you look at her shocked this wasn't fair and not true. "Y/N's a dyke!" someone shouts.

You try to run, someone pushes you, the solid ground hitting you hard knocking the air out of you. "Dyke! Dyke! Dyke!" The children shout tears burning in your eyes as you feel someone kick you, flinching as you look up to see Jessie, your eyes meet. "Dyke!" she points at you, her eyes sad. I don't understand, why is this happening, we didn't do anything, I didn't do anything! you think to yourself as someone else kicks you. You cover your face and curl into a ball, the still-burning tears now sliding down your face. Please stop, just make it stop, JUST STOP! you scream in your head as you strike again before a distant bell is rung.

Why?

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