Parasitic love • Wednesday • Male Reader

Story of two lovers.

Footsteps reverberated through the corridors of Nancy Reagan High School, as a sea of students hurriedly parted to make way for a short raven-haired girl with meticulously styled pigtails. Their disgusted gazes directed at her. The only thing that followed the same path as her was a dark shadow that slithered underneath her as if it could strike at any moment.

She whispered silently within her mind, "I'm not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago, but I admire the sadism." A single somewhat raspy voice echoed back quickly. 

Y/n: "Quite hilarious it is indeed.

Everyone now Halted abruptly as Wednesday surveyed the hall's lined with painfully bright red lockers. Before she could even turn around to see the cause of the interruption, a much taller boy leaned close to her ear, his presence sending a shiver down her spine. Slowly the shadow left her, gaining form of a tall young man with beautiful s/c skin, hypnotizing e/c predator eyes, h/c h/l hair, and jawline that could cut diamonds.

Wednesday: "So, you decided to show yourself?" She said as she grabbed Y/n's cheeks 

Y/n: "For now, I can't be in you at all times you know." Y/n said as he phased through her hand. 

Wednesday: "Hmph yeah right." she retorted icily. A faint chuckle escaped Y/n's lips as he followed her down the hallway.

Wednesday and Y/n walked closer to her respective locker, their path intersected by a piece of paper that clung to Pugsley's locker. Unlocking it, she was greeted by a sight of a stubby boy tied up with rope and an apple crammed into his mouth. The girl swung open the locker, causing the boy to plummet to the ground. Y/n peered down at him, unamused.

Y/n: "What the, Pugsley?" he exclaimed, plucking the apple from the boy's mouth.

Wednesday: "I want names," she deadpanned, her eyes locking onto Pugsley with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

Pugsley: "I don't know who they were, honest," Pugsley stammered, attempting to wriggle free from his bindings to no avail. Witnessing the frustration etched on Wednesday's face, Y/n interjected.

Y/n: "What did you do this time?" Y/n sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, hoping to get an answer from the tearful boy.

Pugsley: "Nothing, it all happened so fast," Pugsley replied with a tearful expression.

Wednesday: "Pugsley, emotion equals weakness. Pull yourself together," she retorted coldly, casting a disparaging gaze in his direction.

The helpless boy whimpered, his efforts to suppress his tears in vain. Y/n, realizing that Pugsley will not develop resilience anytime soon, exchanged a meaningful glance with Wednesday. He took the collar of the young man, hoisting Pugsley up from the grimy school floor.

Y/n: "There will come a time when we won't be here to take care of you and your messes anymore. You have to learn to defend yourself," Y/n stated sternly, untangling the rope that bound the boy's body simply by pulling it once and perfectly spinning him out.

Pugsley: "I know, so you don't need to be so harsh about it," Pugsley replied, attempting to compose himself and not fall. Just as Wednesday reached out to brush the dirt off his shoulders, her head jolted back, her eyes rolling into the depths of her skull.

Y/n: "Wednesday?! " Y/n quickly caught the girl, cradling her gently in his arms. A vision seared through Wednesday's consciousness, of Pugsley being pushed and shoved by a group of jocks, his voice defiant as he stood up for himself.

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Jock: "You scared freak! You better be, because your hot sister and her weird boyfriend won't be here to stop us this time," the jock taunted, a sneer twisting his face. Wednesday watched the scene unfold, witnessing her brother's unexpected act of bravery.