Looking away even more urgently than last time at the sight of Jenna now only in her underwear. You feel like your body is on fire right now.
“Um Jenna?” you call out.
She smirks unbeknownst to you. “Yes?” she responds as her arms snake around your waist. She feels the way your body twitches under her touch. You swallow the lump in your throat, trying to relax even the slightest.
“Please tell me you have clothes on now?” you stammer.
Once again, no response. You only hear a small giggle from the woman as she whips you around to face her. Your hands immediately covering your eyes in fear.
Jenna suddenly breaks out into laughter. The sound so angelic and compelling, it makes you want to look. She takes hold of your wrists, pulling them gently from your face.
“You’re so cute.” she whispers. You let her remove your hands as you nervously open your eyes.
You’d be relieved to see her in clothes once again if it weren't for the fact she was now wearing one of your baggy tees. Which is not much better. The sight of her in your clothes, just looking so cute and kissable, made your heart beat ten times faster. You stand there breathless, gawking at the most beautiful girl in the world.
“Like what you see?” she teases.
Now you’re the one who doesn't respond. Only able to muster a nod as you watch her stare up at you through her thick lashes. The look she gives you, that everwanting look, has you wrapping your arms around Jenna, pulling her in against your body.
She gasps at your actions, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. She melts into the touch of your hand against her face as you lean in closer. You both shamelessly stare at one another’s lips, holding each other tighter.
As you continued to lean in, you realized the panic trying to take over. You paused in your actions; eyeing the women in your arms, searching for any doubt. “You sure you want this-
You suddenly feel Jenna smash your lips together. It’s shocking at first but then becomes the most amazing feeling in the world. Right off the bat it’s intense and needy, making your mind go blank.
You reluctantly pull away, feeling insanely lightheaded from the pleasure. Eyes fluttering open, you glance down at an even more lust filled look in Jenna’s eyes. The expression makes you regret ever prioritizing air over her lips.
You pull her in once more by the back of her neck, no longer nervous.
Things escalate quite quickly; the kiss becomes fervent as you swallow the whines and moans that leave Jenna’s lips. You can feel yourself letting go, finally comfortable, until you feel a hot hand against your stomach.
The feeling of her fingers lightly trailing up your torso is overwhelming. Abruptly pulling away, you take a moment to steady your breathing.
“Um we might want to stop.” you announce.
You can see the worry plaster itself onto her face. “Why, what's wrong?” she questions. Desperately wanting to hold you but refrains as she notices the way you cower into yourself.
You knead the back of your neck as you chuckle nervously. “Oh nothin, it's just that if we keep going I might try to um… ya know.” eyes glued to the floor.
“Try to what?” she asks, taking steps closer towards you.
You can't see it but you know Jenna is currently wearing a smug grin across her lips.
“Um try to maybe… take your clothes back off.” you mumble, eyes still analyzing the wooden floor. You realize the sudden stop in Jenna tracks at your words.
It’s silent a moment too long, causing you to look up and see a stunned, and flushed expression on her face. Her eyes wide and full of curiosity.
“I-I uhh… I’m not gonna lie, that didn't calm me down at all.” she stammers.
Your own eyes widen as you observe her struggle with the want growing inside her. You shake your head a moment in an attempt to relieve your own overwhelming warmth.
“Oh um, I’m sorry.” you say hastily, your cheeks turning a faint shade of pink as you awkwardly continue. “Nevermind that.” You release a gentle exhale of tension, shoulders relaxing a bit.
“Why don’t we go downstairs and… talk?”
Jenna's eyes soften as she looks at you, her plush lips forming a warm smile. “Yeah. That sounds nice.” tilting her head affectionately. She takes a firm grasp of your wrist, attempting to drag you downstairs.
You take a step forward before peddling back, releasing yourself from her hold. “Wait, let me put a shirt on.” you announce.
Jenna stops in her tracks, shoulder slightly slumping. “Fine, if you must.” The disappointment quite evident in her voice as you rummage through your clothes. You can't help but giggle under your breath.
-
There wasn’t much talking, just some small talk. Mostly you describing, and apologizing for, the chaotic events that led you to being late for y’alls date. But quickly Jenna found your alcohol, deeming it necessary for tonight. If you didn't know any better, you’d think Jenna was just trying to get your clothes back off.
She made quick work of pouring you both a healthy shot of tequila hoping it would calm your nerves a bit. You honestly didn’t drink much; the only reason you owned any drinks was for friends or family. But maybe it would make you relax even the slightest, knowing any wrong move from Jenna would have you dead on the floor.
You downed the clear liquid, face contorting in displeasure as the burn filled your throat. You looked over to see Jenna already pouring a second shot for you. As she gestured it towards you, you shook your head in denial. She gave you a cheeky smile before swallowing the liquid contently.
Your eyes go wide as you watch her ready to prepare a third shot. “Hey, woah. I think 2 shots is enough for now.” you say, with a look of concern, as you set down her empty glass. “I’d kinda like you to remember tonight.” giggling nervously as you put away the alcohol.
You don’t realize Jenna following closely behind until she grabs your waist. A gasp escapes your lips as she spins you around, firmly pressing you into the counter. “Oh really? What do you have planned, y/n?”
Your hands clung to the edge of the marble surface, feeling your skin light ablaze. She had that terrifying yet incredibly attractive glint in her eyes. Watching as she tucked her lip between her teeth, causing you to do the same.
“Mind if I play some music?” you blurted out, eyes wide and heart pounding. You jerked your body, attempting to escape her, surprisingly strong, hold.
Her eyes track down to your lips as her hand finds its way under the hem of your shirt. “Go ahead.” she replied, a playful curiosity in her tone. “I’d love to learn about your music taste.” her voice so sultry as her fingers glide up to your ribs.
You’d love to blame the liquor but she’s not drunk yet. This is just her. It’s honestly kind of scary.
She pulls your head down towards her, lips tickling the shell of your ear. “Hopefully it’s as good as your taste in women.” she whispers, sending endless chills throughout your body.
She finally lets you remove yourself from the counter. You quickly slip past her, making your way to the living room. With the perfect playlist already in mind, you bend down near your alexa, placed by the tv.
“Alexa, play my Jenna playlist.” you whisper.
“OK. Playing your ‘Jenna Ortega is wifey’ playlist on Spotify.” the robotic voice ringing throughout the house.
Freezing where you stand, you suddenly feel your heart drop to your stomach. “Oh shit.” you mutter to yourself. There’s an overwhelming silence that surrounds you causing your rapid heart beat to set into overdrive.
You slowly will yourself to turn around in Jenna’s direction. She wears a shocked yet amused expression; sitting there wide eyed and slack jawed. She scoffs at the terrified look on your face. “Obsessed much?” she jokes.
You immediately become more flustered. Taking strides towards the smaller girl, you wave your hands about frantically, trying to plead your case.
“What…n-no. I mean, well, n-not no but like-
Suddenly a giggle escapes her. You freeze once again, tilting your head confused. “It’s alright you weirdo. No need to have a heart attack.” she says, playfully hitting your arm. You relax slightly, although still incredibly embarrassed.
“Anyway, it’s cute. I don’t mind you being obsessed with me.” her voice somewhat sultry. She looks up at you through those thick lashes of hers, eyes darkening.
-
You did end up talking. A lot actually; no thanks to Jenna’s flirty antics. But it wouldn’t be authentically her if she wasn’t trying to give you a heart attack every 15 minutes.
But to your surprise, you managed to keep a hold of your dramatic emotions. You spent most of the night laughing and smiling till your cheeks were sore. With no worries in mind, you just enjoyed the angelic presence in front of you.
As the night went by, you both slowly became one with the couch, snuggling closer and closer til you were practically one. You laid out on your back, holding Jenna against you. Her hands, once again, found their way under your shirt but this time you accepted it. Feeling her warm hands trace shapes over your stomach became soothing.
You lazily played with her dark locks that laid over her shoulder perfectly, occasionally scratching at her scalp just to hear a satisfied hum escape her. It was nice to be this close to Jenna for once without losing your mind. There was such a peaceful atmosphere that surrounded you both; something that you think you were scared of this whole time.
You were the first to fall asleep. The grip you had on the smaller girl on top of you grew tighter as you fell deeper into sleep. So did Jenna’s.
She peacefully listened to your deep, even breaths, and the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. She stared at you for a while, absorbing every feature on your face. Something she couldn’t have done if you were awake.
A smile found its way across her lips causing her to shake her head bashfully. She buried her face into her hands, wanting to scream and kick her feet like a 13 year old girl.
Looking up at you once more, she sighed in defeat. A warm blush grew across her cheeks every second she spent taking in your appearance.
“Just so you know, I’m kinda obsessed with you too.” she mumbled into your chest, before finally closing her eyes to join you to sleep.
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You wake the next morning having had the best sleep in a long while. The sun feels warmer on your skin today, and the blankets feel just that more comfortable. You contemplate going back to bed with how peaceful this morning is.
The sudden, sweet scent of breakfast leads you out of bed. You lazily shuffle your way to the bathroom in an attempt to brush your teeth. The task barely completed with how many times you drifted off. You take notice of the random moments you felt you were hearing voices; chalking it up to just being out of it.
As you exit the restroom, you realize the voices had returned; sounding definitely more real this time.
The sound of giggling and conversation trailing from the kitchen fills your ears. You peer into the hallway suspiciously, wondering who else is in the house.
As you quietly tiptoe towards the top of the stairs, you are relieved to recognize one of the voices happens to be your sister’s. At least you think; still under the effects of a heavy slumber.
You cautiously descend the stairs, eyes and ears on high alert.
“Kira, who are you talking-
Your eyes quickly scan the kitchen to notice an additional person in your home. Once again stunned by her beauty, your voice gets caught in your throat at the sight of Jenna sitting at your kitchen island. She gives you that ever angelic smile of hers, accompanied by a deep blush.
“Morning Y/n.” she says, almost seductively.
“Uh… morning.” you stutter, feeling your knees go weak. You watch as your sister prepares a plate of waffles for you as she turns around towards you. Her eyes go wide before she lets out an obnoxious laugh. “You look comfy.” she teases.
You squint at her puzzled, glaring between her and Jenna. Taking a quick glance around the house, you finally notice Jenna eyeing your lower half. Her teeth shamelessly tugging on her bottom lip.
Eyes falling to your legs, you realize you didn't have any pants on. As if some higher power wished to kill you of embarrassment, you had managed to present yourself to Jenna Ortega in a tank top and panties.
“Oh shit!” you call out. You attempt fruitlessly to cover your indecent appearance. Staring up at Jenna in horror, she continues to smirk oh so attractively and somewhat pridefully.
You make a quick break for the stairs, hoping to disappear as fast as possible. Jenna’s eyes continue to track you until you’re out of sight.
Your sister simply sits, eating her breakfast, unbothered by the wild events. “Gay.” she mutters to herself.
Frantically searching your room for clothes, you land on sweatpants and a hoodie; opting for full coverage. Suddenly self conscious, you quickly wash your face and comb your hair hoping to look a little less of a mess.
You rush back down stairs, eyes glued to the floor. You take a seat across from Jenna as you sheepishly nibble on your, now cold, waffles. The feeling of her eyes on you accompanied with the silence was eating away at you.
“I’m really, really sorry about that.” you blurt out.
Jenna giggles to herself under her breath causing your embarrassment to increase. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s not your fault. You weren’t exactly expecting to see me.” she says sweetly. Her nonchalant attitude makes you visibly relax; oxygen finally returning to your lungs.
“plus, you have a nice ass.” she whispers.
Luckily you missed her little comment, or else you’d be dead on the floor. Although, Kira heard it; almost choking on her breakfast.
“So um… why are you here?” you stutter awkwardly.
“Well I wanted to surprise you. Clearly I did.” she giggles, causing a smile to adorn your lips.
“She also wanted to talk about your date.” Kira butts in.
You suddenly choke on your coffee, mid gulp. “Our what?!” you exclaim, coughing uncontrollably. You shoot Jenna a questioning look as you gasp for air, watching as she sinks into herself guiltily.
“Oh yeah, did I forget to mention? We’re going on a date.” She was suddenly so shy, quite the opposite from earlier when you lacked clothing.
You’ll keep that little observation to yourself for now.
“Don’t take this the wrong way but why?” you choke out, still attempting to even your breathing. At this, she straightens up again. “Well how am I supposed to be your girlfriend if we don’t go out?” her expression so stern.
“Haha, very funny. No seriously, why?”
The house is silent for a moment, Jenna and you staring at one another waiting for a response. Her expression quickly shifts from anticipation to slight disappointment as she tilts her head at you.
“Wait really?!” you exclaim, finally breaking.
“Yes, really.”
“Wait you like me-
“Yes bitch, she likes you! Now would you shut up already?” You both flinch at the way Kira slams her palm against the counter top. She takes in a quick breath of annoyance before continuing.
“Good. Now...” she glares at Jenna and you another moment longer before continuing.
“Do you want to go on a date with her?” she asks, pointing at you somewhat accusatory. You nod with wide eyes, earning a pleasant nod in return.
“And do you, gorgeous specimen, want to go on a date with my sister, for whatever reason?” asking, almost disappointed.
She turns to you expectantly causing Kira to do the same. Your eyes flicker between them rather fearfully.
“Yes. Yes I do.” she responds, finally, with a big cheesy smile.
“Great! Pleasure doing business with you.” Kira announces, arms out wide.
Soon Kira left, off to meddle in someone else’s relationships no doubt, leaving you and Jenna alone.
She didn’t stay long. But she did manage to describe the ‘perfect’ date she had planned for y’all. She wanted to do something nice, fancy, worthy of you. Just the thought of it had you blushing and kicking your feet like you were in a cheesy teen romance.
When she finally left, you had to take a moment to breathe, collect your thoughts. This was actually happening. Like really, actually, very much, happening.
“Holy shit.” you muttered to yourself.
The thought sending your adrenaline through the roof as you raced up to your room to get ready.
-
Your head shoots up at the sound of the door. “Oh shit.” you panic.
Crawling your way out of the pile of clothes, and tossing yourself down the stairs, you scramble to answer as quickly as possible. “Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”
In your startled state, you manage to miss a step and tumble down the stairs. You roll a few feet down smacking into the hardwood floor with a groan. Laying there, face scrunched in agony, you hear another knock at the door.
“Oh shit.” you grunt, carefully lifting yourself from the ground.
Finally making it to the front door, you swing it open to find a puzzled looking Jenna standing in front of you. “I’m so sorry. I know I’m not ready-
“Are you ok?” she questions with much concern. You blink back at her, almost surprised by her worry.
“What? Yeah. No, yeah I’m fine.” you say, attempting to feign a smile. You quickly notice that Jenna notices the way you wince at any slight movement you make.
“You sure?” she questions once more. You nod with as much enthusiasm you can muster, hoping she drops it. She glares at you a moment before bringing her attention down to your figure.
“You seem to be missing something.” a smirk creeping onto her face. “What?” you ask, staring down at yourself anxiously. You’re somewhat relieved to see you remembered pants this time but in exchange, opted out of wearing a shirt.
“Oh god. Not again.” your head hanging low in defeat. You shut your eyes, not able to look at Jenna at this moment. “I’m so very sorry for… all this.” you mutter, gesturing to your appearance.
“It’s alright. I don’t mind.” she assures. Your eyes flutter open at the feeling of her hand gently caressing your arm. Your gaze finding her lip tucked between her teeth. Again.
There’s a sudden panic and warmth that fills you. “Umm… why don’t you come inside.” you stutter, moving away to let the smaller girl in. You hurriedly shut the door as she takes a seat on the couch.
You walk over to Jenna, standing in front of her nervously. “So, I honestly don’t know what to wear for this date.” you state, quite embarrassed.
“Well we’re kinda late anyway so-
Your eyes practically pop out of your head. “Oh shit, we are!? I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m really sorry-
“No no, it’s ok.”
Jenna rushes to comfort you, remembering how frenzied you can get. She places her hands on your shoulders, forcing eye contact. “Let's just get you dressed.” she practically demands.
“Oh um… ok.”
You lead Jenna up to your room, presenting her to the chaos that you created. You start attempting to clean, and also analyze each piece of clothing as you go.
“I’m sorry this is such a mess. Sorry for freaking out and everything. I can’t believe we’re late because of me. I’m so sorry, Jenna-
The sound of shuffling, coming from behind you, catches your attention. Peering over your shoulder, you observe Jenna is now shirtless. You rapidly turn yourself back around; that infamous fuzzy feeling hitting you like a train.
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“Why are you here? When did you get back?” you question. Jenna and you stand there perplexed and concerned as the younger girl continues gawking. “That’s Jenna Ortega!” she exclaims, clearly ignoring you.
“Seriously, why are you here? I thought you were on vacation in Korea.” You take steps towards her trying to gain her attention.
“How the fuck do you know Jenna Ortega?!” she asks, somewhat annoyed.
You place your hands on her shoulders, trying to break her free of her shock. “She’s the person whose car hit me. Now why the hell are you here?” That finally seems to gain some of her attention.
“That’s who hit you? Really?!” The surprise on her face doubling in an instant.
“Yes! Now would you calm down and answer me!” you practically beg, hoping to finally get an answer.
She aggressively shrugs your hands from her shoulders, staring at you in disbelief. “Girl, do you know how furious I was when I found out about your accident? I was so ready to fight whoever was responsible. I’m talking many bricks to the face. But not Jenna! I can’t hit her in the face! Her face is too pretty.”
Jenna tilts her head at the unexpected compliment. “Thank you?” she responds.
“Kira! Focus! Why are you in my house?” you yell frustratedly. You were done with her ignoring you. Jenna and her take a moment to look at you quite stunned from the volume of your voice.
“What, I can’t check on my sister?” she asks, irritation plastered on her face.
“The Mother told me you were coming home today so I thought I would stop by and make sure you were ok.” The awareness of her sweet gesture causes you to visibly relax. “Mhmm. Well thanks, I guess, but I’m all good.” You let out a long awaited breath; at last feeling heard by your ever questioning sibling.
“Yeah yeah, we're past that. So are you going to introduce me to your very famous girlfriend?” pushing past you to get closer to Jenna. You notice the slight panic on her face, quickly moving to get between her and your sister.
You wave your hands in front of you rather frenziedly. “Oh no no no. We’re not actually dating yet-”
“Yet?” both girls ask in sync.
You feel hot and anxious all of a sudden. Eyes widening as you realize your slip of the tongue. “I-I mean. We’re not… umm. She’s not my girlfriend.” you stutter out. Jenna sends you a blushy smile. You then look up to your sister giving you the biggest smug grin.
“Oh come on y/n. Do better! You better bag this goddess before I do.” she jokes, falling into a fit of laughter. The look of disturbance on your face making her chuckles more intense. You even hear Jenna giggle to herself at the current sibling shenanigans.
“Haha, very funny. Anyway, I’m going to walk Jenna out.” clearly voicing your annoyance, you try to escort the smaller girl out before your sister can cause more trouble. “Nice to meet you.” Jenna calls out from over her shoulder, somewhat frantic. “It was a pleasure, Miss. Ortega.” Kira bows comically in an attempt to further embarrass you.
She is successful.
You make your way out the door, slamming it with a little too much intention. You take a moment to sigh dramatically, eyes screwed shut; your energy drained from the eventful day.
“Jesus christ. I’m so sorry about that.” Your eyes plead for forgiveness, feeling utterly embarrassed for the interaction that had been forced upon the woman before you.
You feel a small, soothing hand cupping your cheek. “Hey hey, it’s ok. Trust me, I know all about crazy siblings.” Her tone is so reassuring as you place a hand over hers, melting into her touch.
“I’m still sorry.” you mutter, situating your other arm around her waist to pull her in closer. Jenna places her arms around your neck closing whatever gap remained between you two. “It’s ok.” she whispered, leaning her forehead against yours. You both take a second to take each other in, reveling in the momentary peace.
You part from each other at the sound of a passing car. Your eyes drop to the floor momentarily, feeling rather bashful.
“Soooo…” you drag out awkwardly. “Sooooo?” she mimics; the blush on her face matching yours. “I’ll see you?” you ask with much hope, or more so desperation, in your voice.
“Yeah. Later.” she responds.
You face contorts into displeasure at her answer. “Later? Well that’s vague.” you grumble. You see a crooked smile form on her face. The sight almost instantly fixes your sour mood. “Yeah. But I’m worth the mystery aren’t I?” she challenges knowingly, batting her thick lashes at you.
You look away a second, not being able to fully process her attractiveness right now. You chew at your lip trying not to implode. “Yeah, I guess you are.” you sputter out.
“I hope so. Especially considering we aren’t dating yet.”
That nervousness sinks in again. You really wish you wouldn’t have said that outloud. “I- uh. I didn’t mean- ”
“It’s alright, beautiful.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the casual use of that pet name.
“I’ll see you later.” she says tauntingly, waving you off before turning quickly towards her car. Lucky for you since your face was bright red at the moment.
“Oh yeah later.” the uncertainty of the statement getting to you once more.
You watch as Jenna approaches the driver’s side of the vehicle, still somewhat displeased. She notices this, shaking her head in pity. “Or you could just text me, if you miss me that much.” Looking up at you, she giggles to herself at the sudden perplexed expression you wore. “But I don’t have your number.” you retorted. It was quite noticeable how hard you were trying to think about it. The gears grinding away with no real conclusion in sight.
“You sure about that?”
Her final words of the night before driving off. Leaving you on your doorstep with so many intermixing feelings. You walk back inside with a confused yet giddy smirk on your face.
Quickly you pull out your phone in hopes of finding any mysterious new numbers in your contacts. But of course, you had forgotten your phone died at the hospital earlier that night. You groan to yourself, stuffing your phone back in your pocket. You begin making your way towards the stairs up to your room, in hopes of charging your phone to text the girl of your dreams.
Until you notice Kira suspiciously smiling at you.
“Awww. Look at you all starry eyed and love struck.” Mocking you with exaggerated kissy faces.
“Shut up.” you grunt tiredly.
“Yeah that’s not gonna happen. Now tell me everything.” she states, stepping between you and the staircase. You release a weary sigh at her antics. “We can talk about this later. I’m tired.” groaning helplessly. You attempt to move her out of the way but her feet stay planted.
“Girl, sleep can wait! I need to know all of the details about your new romance with Jennaaaaa.” she taunts. She takes a hold of your wrist, successfully dragging you towards the couch, much to your dismay. “Please, not now.” you whine, trying with little success to fight back.
You’re suddenly jerked back, your body hitting the couch with a thud. “What made you think I was asking?” she threatens.
Kira glares at you menacingly before throwing her body atop yours. “What the hell are you doing?!” you question worriedly. She maneuvers her body to entangle with yours, forcing you into a headlock.
“Tell me!” she demands.
“No! Get off me you weirdo!”
“Not until you tell me about Jenna!” she snarls at you. You feel her grip around you pull tighter.
“Ouch! STOP!”
“I will if you tell me!” You attempt to pry her limbs from you as she squeezes more intensely. Suddenly you feel her bite down hard on your forearm, causing you to pull away instantly.
“Fuck!” you shriek.
You then feel her teeth pressed against your shoulder, ready to attack once again. “OK! OK! Stop!” shouting pleadingly.
She removes her mouth from you, slowly releasing her hold. “Are you gonna tell me?” she asks suspiciously. “Yes, I swear. Just stop it.” you whine, feeling beyond exhausted by now.
“Fine.” she grumbles, officially releasing you from her grasp.
You both settle on the couch, releasing labored breaths.
You tenderly rub your sore limbs with an aching expression. “Goddammit woman. Why’d you try to kill me?” you grunt. Kira rolls her eyes playfully. “Oh, so when Jenna does it, it’s fine. But when I do it, you get all fussy.”
You glare at her appalled. “Fuck you!” you exclaim before throwing a pillow in her direction. She dodges as you pick up another to throw again.
“Ok, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” she pleads, blocking her face from your assault. You lower your weapon cautiously, your eyes never leaving her out of sight.
“Are you gonna tell me now?” she asked expectantly. You frown at her once more before huffing dramatically. “Fine.” you whine.
She stares at you eagerly. You look back at her somewhat frozen. Your mouth opens hesitantly then shuts once again. Eyes falling to your lap in confusion, you realize you have no clue what to say.
“Um… What do you wanna know?” you question.
“Pretty much everything! Whatever it is that’s so special about this girl that makes you all blushy and shit.”
“She’s Jenna Ortega. What isn’t special about her?” you retort obviously.
Kira rolls her eyes slightly frustrated. “I mean, yeah. I know. But I mean ‘what's she like’?” Emphasizing her point with wild hand gestures. She quickly realizes she has confused you more by the way you eye her blankly. You can tell she’s about to lose it with how dense you’re being at the moment.
“Like tell me about her as a person you dumbass.” grumbling even more frustrated.
Your eyes flicker elsewhere, searching for a clue. You pause momentarily before responding.
“What, like her favorite color and stuff like that?”
You can see the disappointment written on her face. “I swear to god I’m gonna kill you.” she huffs out. Her eyes bore holes into your head as she questions her next move. You watch annoyance grow with each second you stare at her, your mind still empty.
“I mean shit I can’t just google, ya know! Like the little details that make someone who they are!” She’s practically growling at you in irritation, slapping your arm repeatedly. You try blocking her attacks, arms raised in defense. “Alright! Alright! I’m sorry.” you announce. You find yourself giggling under your breath at her dramatics.
“She’s… She’s… I don’t know man.” you begin. Your words finally get her to stop hitting you.
As your sister takes her place next to you, you start to really focus on your own thoughts.
“She’s perfect. Actually, better than perfect.” you add. Kira now officially invested in what you might say. You think a little longer, like actually think.
You stand up aggressively, now somewhat passionate.
“She’s sweet and kind, and so cute. Like it’s insane how cute she is. And her laugh is like heaven on Earth. And she is so funny, like hilarious, and loves to make fun of me. She makes fun of me all the time. I’d hate it if it wasn’t from her. But she’s also so loving and gentle. She’s always hugging and comforting me, and just makes me feel good.”
Kira looks at you surprised, noticing the large grin you wore. You catch the goofy expression yourself, quickly relaxing your face. You can feel a slight blush appear as she watches you knowingly.
You sit back down, slightly more relaxed, as the smallest smile reappears. You gently shake your head in disbelief.
“And she’s real, Kira. Just real, authentic, and…”
“Perfect?”
“Yeah.” you sigh
For a minute, y’all are silent. The weight of your words really setting in.
“Fuck you, man!” Kira calls out abruptly. She swings her arms wildly in your direction, threatening to hit you again. Beginning to swing back at her, you find yourself smiling to yourself.
“You’re making me feel all jealous and lonely.” she whines.
You both laugh loudly, attacking one another once again; happily this time. “How is that my fault?” you asked. You gradually pull yourself away from the ‘fight’, the laughter beginning to die down.
“Whatever. Go to bed.” she grumbles as her mischievous energy dissipates. “Fine.” you retort playfully. You both shuffle your way to your rooms, officially dipleated of any and all energy.
“Good night!” you call out.
“Night. Love you!”
“Love you more!” Voice echoing throughout the house.
As you successfully reach your room, you finally manage to plug up your phone. Sitting patiently, you wait till it’s charged enough to turn on. You lazily scroll through your notifications hoping for a special message from a special someone.
After searching a moment with no prevail, you let out a disappointed huff. You quickly throw yourself onto your bed. Your body rapidly decompresses, eyes fluttering shut. Your breathing becomes deep and shallow, drifting into sleep.
The pleasant image of Jenna remaining in your thoughts.
*buzz buzz*
Your eyes reluctantly open just enough to see the screen of your phone lit up. Squinting at it annoyingly, it vibrates once more. You groan into the mattress in acceptance.
As you begrudgingly reach for your phone, eyes straining to adjust, you are suddenly stunned by the messages.
Jenna: Now you have my number
Jenna: Night beautiful
You’d be bouncing off the walls if you weren't so tired. Though your heart rate gradually sped up as you read and reread those messages multiple times. With the little energy left in your body you sent a quick ‘Night❤️’ before inevitably passing out.
A slight grin adorning your lips, feeling happy as ever.
You only had a few more weeks left before you were discharged from the hospital. And every week, Jenna managed to visit you at least once. She tried her best to minimize the number of heart attacks she gave you. Somewhat for you but mostly for Carlos. The two of you were menaces to his own mental health; always worried you were going to die if he left y’all alone too long.
Except you didn’t quite care if you died. If it was at the hands of the most perfect girl in the world, so be it. But honestly, you wished you could stay in the hospital forever, believing it was your only place to be with Jenna. A long time ago you came to the conclusion that she would be gone the moment you were in good health. And you somewhat feared the inevitable day you’d have to leave. So you tried your best to push that anxiety way deep down.
But today was your last day. You were being discharged, and with your body pretty much at 100%, it was about time you left. And of course, Jenna was nowhere to be found. You genuinely couldn’t blame her; she's a busy woman. But it really sucked. You were hoping to get one last enchanting smile before she was gone forever.
Maybe one last hug too.
Maybe even a kiss. You shook your head bashfully, the thought wracking in your head as you made your way out of the hospital.
Waiting outside in the late night breeze, you check your phone to realize it’s 12am. You felt it was too late to call any of your family. Opting to getting an uber.
You scroll somewhat frantically through your phone looking for an uber. The task much more nerve wracking than usual since your phone is quickly nearing death. As the screen loads for the hundredth time, your phone shuts off. Like the universe just decided you haven’t suffered enough. “Whyyyy?” you groaned loudly.
Your head hangs low in defeat as you begin your journey back inside the hospital, hoping to find someone with a working phone or a charger.
*HONK HONK* “Hey! Y/n!”
Your head whips around in some mix of concern and curiosity. It takes your brain only a moment to adjust before a smile finds its way across your lips. That smiley little latina, who owned your heart, made her way out of the car cheerfully. Maybe the universe didn't hate you. Honestly, with how many times you’ve seen her recently, the universe loves you.
Thanks bestie.
“Um… Jenna? What are you doing here?” you questioned a little too harshly. She looked at you pointedly, making you feel small again. She released a huff before responding. “I’m here to take you home.” she answered, with the most innocent smile on her face. That inevitable warmth began to grow in your gut at the sight of her. “I-I uh. I could’ve found my way home.” Your heart went racing again as you watched Jenna strut up to you. “Hey, it's not a problem.” she said smoothly, placing a delicate hand within yours. “Plus a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be alone at night.” Your fingers gently intertwine with hers, feeling her thumb lightly run across your skin. Her attitude so nonchalant with that smirk that made your knees weak.
Your grip tightened in her hand feeling your heart thumping in your throat. “Fuckin hell.” you grunt under your breath; grimacing at your own feelings. “What’s the matter now?” she asks, almost mocking your flustered state but still somewhat concerned. “Oh nothin. I'm just blushing like an idiot again.”
You drop your head in embarrassment, feeling her eyes on you. How is it that this one girl could make you feel like this so easily? You huffed disappointedly before continuing.
“Honestly, why don’t I just lay out in front of your car, and you can run me over again.” you mumble with your face in your hand. There's a moment of silence as she finally lets go of you. You lift your head toward the cause of your heart attacks to see her stunned. She is simply dumbfounded; slacked jawed and eyes nearly popping out of her head in disbelief. “Y/n, that’s so not funny.” she sulks at you, her voice somewhat whiny. A smile begins to creep onto your face. “What do you mean?” you cheekily ask, trying hard to hold in your laughter.
You watch as she glares at you a moment, deciding what her next words should be. She swiftly turns away from you with a smirk. “You know what, I’m leaving without you.” she calls out as she makes her way around to the driver's side. You laugh to yourself as she settles herself in the seat and buckles up. It isn’t until the engine turns on when the realization starts to set in. “Wait, wait! Hold up. I’m coming.” you frantically call out, now believing her threat.
You jog your way towards the car, promptly climbing inside. After you get yourself situated, you send Jenna a snarky smile. She jerks her attention away from you as she fails at containing her smile. “I don’t like you.” she mutters. As she begins driving away, you side eye her doubtedly. “Whatever girl. You’re obsessed with me.” you say, waving off her comment.
You feel the car thrash you forwards into the dashboard. Your hands luckily fast enough to find their way between it and your face. “Hey!” you exclaim. Turning your head to see Jenna scowling at you with her foot jammed against the brake. “Y/n, don’t make me take you up on your offer.” The tone in voice quite threatening. “Ouch. Fine.” you grumble.
You settle yourself back into your seat, still feeling Jenna’s piercing eyes on you. Staring out the window, you begin grinning to yourself. “But you know you love me.” you whisper, just loud enough to cause the cutest giggle to escape her lips. You both officially make your way towards your house, very quickly finding yourself dozing off to the steady rhythm of the engine.
The majority of the car ride, Jenna spent her time making quick glances at you. She admired the little moment of peace you were experiencing; very different from your frantic, nervous persona you had when you were awake. You were so cute like this. She hoped one day you would be comfortable enough around her to be calm and carefree.
After a good 30 minutes, y’all finally arrive at your house. Jenna pulls into your driveway and parks as gently as possible. She pauses temporarily before waking you. She almost didn't want to; wanting to just watch you in such a vulnerable state.
A reluctant huff leaves her lungs as she leans towards you. She tenderly places a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, we’re here.” she whispers, lightly rocking your frame. You hum softly as you begin stirring awake. Your eyes blink a few times as you adjust to your surroundings. You wipe your face lazily, quickly realizing the drool dripping down your chin.
“Oh god why? This is- This is embarrassing.” Frowning in disappointment as you attempt to cleanse your face. A small chuckle comes from the smaller girl. As you continue messing with your current appearance, Jenna begins leaning in. You freeze in an awkward position while she carefully wipes your face with a tissue. “Just a bit. But you’re still cute.” she replies; that last part said more to herself than you. She leans back in her seat, leaving you wide eyed and nervous.
“Th-Thank you.” you manage to choke out. You hear another laugh escape from her. “It’s no problem.” Shrugging casually. You finally compose yourself, now able to talk normally. “No, really. Thank you.” you reiterate more firmly. “No, really Y/n. It’s no problem.” she says somewhat mockingly. You smile and shake your head at her playfulness.
As the giggles die down, there’s a comfortable silence that falls over y’all. It’s so serene the way the moon shines over Jenna’s face, and the way the light sounds of her breathing hum in your ears. You become so calm, and feel so at home. The way her lips slightly quirk up into a smile causing that warmth in your core and a fuzziness in your mind. It’s almost too good.
So good that your pounding heart begins to ruin the quiet you were just enjoying. That panic you keep trying to avoid started to kick in. For a moment you feel like you can’t breathe as you notice Jenna leaning in closer. The anxiety gets worse and worse as you realize you’re also leaning in closer.
“Well good night.” you almost squeak. You frantically try to unbuckle yourself with no real prevail. As you haphazardly remove your seatbelt, you observe Jenna doing the same. “Wait. Let me walk you inside.” she offers. “No no no it’s alright.” Waving your hands around, somewhat frenzied by the whirlwind of emotions in your brain. “Too late. Already doing it.” she announces as she hops down out of the car. You watch as she jogs over to the passenger’s side. Quite aggressively, she whips open the car door, and bows very ‘gentleman’ like. “M’lady.” she says in her best british accent.
She looks up at you through her lashes with a cheeky smile. The sight causing an intense blush to appear across your cheeks. “Oh god just kill me.” you mutter to yourself before stepping out of the car. She walks you up to the front door, your fingertips brushing past each other.
Before you could reach for the handle, you feel her body pressed firmly against you. Her arms wrap around you pulling you into a tight embrace. Your body freezes momentarily before melting into her touch. You push her body further into yours, resting your head atop hers.
“Thanks for the ride.” you mumble sweetly into her hair. She pulls back partially, looking up at you. “You already thanked me for that.” she states. Your hands mindlessly find their way to her waist as you smile down at her. “I know but you deserve a lot of thank you’s.” you retort; your hands lightly squeezing her hips. “Really? Thanking the person who almost killed you? Multiple times?”
“Well darling you can kill me any day.” you joke. The drama in your voice earning a smile from the brunette. “Oh right of course.” she giggles “Yep!” you reply, a fit of laughter following.
“You’re so cute.” she says. You continue your giggling, oblivious to Jenna eyeing your lips. Your laughter is then suddenly cut short by being firmly pushed against the door. Your eyes widen curiously to see Jenna looking at you with want. You’re quick to compose yourself and prepare for what’s to come as you pull her impossibly closer to you. You lean in carefully, for once completely fearless in the moment.
Unexpectedly, the front door falls in from behind you , suddenly feeling your body descend backwards. “Oh shit!” you exclaim, pulling Jenna into you to brace her for the fall. You stumble over your feet hopefully before inevitably smacking into the hard wood of your floor. The wail that leaves your throat is almost piercing. The throbbing in your head and spine growing with every second.
Your pain is then so rudely interrupted by the awareness of another person standing in your living room. You were puzzled for a moment, your face scrunched up in thought before realizing who was standing in your house.
“Kira? What- Why are you here?” you questioned as you slowly lifted Jenna and yourself from the ground. The woman just stood there in complete awe. Her eyes darted between the two of you with her jaw practically hitting the ground.
It had been a few weeks since you’d seen Jenna. And although you really hoped she’d be back, you knew it probably wouldn't happen. After all, she is a very busy woman, with much more important matters than your broken leg. And since your parents were convinced into not pressing charges, she really has no need to worry about you.
But you miss her everyday. Plus it was so boring being stuck in the hospital. You wish she would just magically appear in front of you; bringing that amazing smile of hers that made everything just that much better.
Finally, you had healed enough to begin physical therapy; nothing too intense, just attempting to walk. “Ready?” your nurse asked expectantly.
His name was Carlos. He was always sweet to you, and reluctantly listened to your nonstop rambling about Jenna. He almost swears you made it up in a panic. After all, you had awakened suddenly in the hospital after a traumatic incident. Carlos would always say you were “high on morphine and probably seeing things” but you never stopped talking about her. He lets you live in what he deems your ’delusions’.
You held onto his hands tightly before carefully lifting yourself up with his assistance. Even though you felt strong enough to finally move, you realize Jenna, or really her car, had done a number on your leg. Even after the stretches, it felt so stiff almost like it wasn’t even a part of you.
You felt so unstable. Making a slow and calculated step, you made an attempt to travel forward. It was slightly nerve wracking but Carlos' steady hands kept you somewhat grounded. In his comfort, your mind began to wander. Finding its way to Jenna, as always. You missed her kind voice and her warm touch. God, you wished she was here.
“Miss L/n, are you ok?” he asked worriedly, noticing how you seemed to be stuck in your own head. His voice pulling you from your own thoughts, your head shoots up in his direction. You quickly notice a familiar figure just past his concerned face.
You recognized those sweet eyes staring into your own that were accompanied by a little wave.
The sight of her made you feel warm and fuzzy again. It was as if an angel had dropped down from heaven the way it made your eyes light up. You felt so overwhelmingly happy to see her yet suddenly so nervous. Your knees suddenly buckled under you forcing you to the ground. “Miss L/n!” Carlos exclaimed. The force in which your leg hit the ground causes a loud groan to escape your lips. The stinging pain traveling through you furiously.
“I’m fine.” you grunted, holding your hands in front of you defensively. Carlos’ eyes continued to stare worriedly. “Are you sure?” he asks. You honestly weren’t sure but you didn’t want to tell him that. “I just need a minute. Thanks.” you responded a little more assuredly. You give him your best fake smile through the pain before looking over to notice Jenna coming closer to you. You felt your eyes bulge out of your head. With every step she took closer to you, you felt your heart beat a little faster. You quickly realize Carlos is in the same paralyzed state you are; his gaze darting between Jenna and yourself.
As she took her final steps towards you, Carlos took this as his cue to leave. He shuffled away leaving you with the ever stunning but intimidating woman before you. You remained frozen on the ground, staring up into her wondrous eyes. You see that same guilty look on her face from when you had first met.
“Did I do that?” she asked knowingly, chewing lightly on the inside of her lip.
“Yes Urkel, you did. You really gotta stop trying to murder me.” Your little joke quickly changes her mood for the better. A sweet giggle escapes her lips causing you to smile in response. That precious sound filled your ears and suddenly the pain was nonexistent. You honestly wished you could spend the rest of your life making her laugh. Life would be complete that way.
“But it’s my way of being close to you.” she retorts with a fake pout. She juts her bottom lip out at you and bats her lashes almost patronizingly. The sight is both equally annoying and attractive. “Haha. Well if you keep flirting with me I’ll be dead. I don’t know how close we can be after that.” you state, attempting to finally stand yourself up. “Fair point.” she reluctantly admits.
Jenna takes notice of your struggling situation, looking down at you almost confused at your actions. “Let me help you.” she proposes as she begins leaning down to assist you. You wanted to decline the offer but were once again stunned when you felt her hand on your waist. You looked at her once more, somewhat nervously, as her expression remained focused. “O-Ok.” you managed to stutter out before her other hand took hold of your arm.
She swiftly lifts you up to your feet keeping a firm grip on you. Though suddenly, you feel your bodies start to tip over, eyes widening in anticipation. You quickly wrap your arms around Jenna's frame trying to brace yourselves for the impending fall. You screwed your eyes shut in fear, waiting to come in contact with the ground once again.
“Fuck!” you shout.
The thud that follows your bodies hitting the ground echoes throughout the entire room. You felt like you had broken your arms under Jenna's weight. They felt crushed, aching intensely. The pain was worth it in the event of protecting the smaller girl in your arms. But shit did it hurt.
“So now you’re trying to kill me?” Jenna questioned playfully. You opened your eyes to realize you were laying directly on top of her. Your faces were so close, her breath hitting your cheek. The fuzzy feeling returning at full volume. “I-I guess.” you responded, just above a whisper. She smirks at you cockily. You attempt to regain your composure, hoping you’re not blushing too hard. “Call it payback.” you add on, a bit more sure of your words this time. Jenna gives you another sly smirk as her eyes peer into your own. You stare back at her, feeling the blush return to your cheeks.
“You can get off of me now.” she states abruptly. Her words pull you from your trance. “Oh, right. Sorry.” you mumble. Pulling your arms from under her, you attempt to lift yourself off her tiny figure. You feel a slight resistance, realizing Jenna had her hands gripped on your hips tightly. The sudden presence of her touch makes your heart skip a beat. You look back up at her to see a puzzled expression on her face at your lack of movement. You choke on your words a moment, almost not wanting to make her let go.
“Umm… I kinda can’t. You’re holding me.” the words stumbling out of your mouth reluctantly. Jenna’s eyes dart down to see her current hand placement. They widen slightly as she realizes her situation. You feel a slight squeeze on your hips before she finally lets go. Your blush becomes more and more noticeable as every second passes. You look down at Jenna almost afraid, seeing the matching blush on her cheeks. “Sorry.” she mutters, refusing to make eye contact. Her flustered expression was enough incentive to force you to finally roll yourself off of her onto your side.
You watch as Jenna nervously lifts herself back on her feet. Your eyes tracking her every move, noticing how she forces a lack of eye contact. “You good?” you ask as you successfully struggle your way onto your feet. She clears her throat a bit before finally turning towards you again.
“Yeah. You?” she replies. Her voice much less stable than her appearance. “I think you rebroke my leg but otherwise, all good.” You held an enthusiastic thumbs up with a big child-like grin plastered on your face. Although, you quickly realize the opposite energy present in Jenna’s expression. “Man, I’m sorry about that.” You stiffen a bit, realizing she didn't quite get your little joke. “Nah I’m just joking. Plus I fell on you.” you reply lightheartedly. Her eyes then saddened as she stared into your own. “No. No, I mean I’m sorry about everything. You know the accident-”
“Hey hey hey. It’s alright.” you say, shaking your head. You mindlessly place your hands on her shoulders. “I’m still alive, well, mostly. And if you keep gracing me with your gorgeous presence, everything will be alright.” You try forcing a smile in hopes of bettering her guilty spirit. Your hands find their way to her face, delicately cupping her cheeks. There is a moment where neither of you is nervous anymore, and you forget that people are around. You felt so drawn to her, so entranced by every little detail about her.
That magnetic pull you felt grew more intense with every glance you made to her lips. When you noticed her staring shamelessly at your own, the sound of your heart beat began thumping in your ears. You could sense her moving closer. So did you. Wanting nothing more than to close any space between the two of you. Blood rushed to your brain and everything felt dream-like; as if you weren’t in control. But yet you still felt no fear, nor anxiety. Just her.
Then a moment of clarity hit. You both took a second to assess what was about to happen; the nervousness finding its way back into your brains. You quickly dropped your hands to your side and took a step away, creating that dreaded distance. The distance that was cold and lonely, making you miss her warmth once again. The deep blush on Jenna’s face matched your own as you rubbed the back of your neck timidly.
“But darling if you keep giving me heart attacks, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to forgive you.” you blurted out sheepishly, ending the awkward silence. You made her smile again. The noticeable tenseness in her posture fading as she giggled to herself. “But it’s so much fun.” she retorts. Her once bashful energy now mischievous. “Oh yeah. Cause me dying every two seconds from your cuteness is soooo much fun.” Your sarcastic remark forcing more laughter out of the smaller girl.
She responds with a firm grasp around your waist. Surprisingly, you don’t flinch or fall over. You both just continue giggling in unison as you wrap an arm around her shoulders. You simultaneously squeeze each other tighter, simply enjoying the comfort of one another.
Yeah, you definitely missed her. And it seems she missed you too.
Although it was clear to everyone that you and Wednesday were together, no one ever really saw the two of you acting like a couple. Granted they knew your gothic girlfriend had an aversion to touch, it was still odd that you never even touched her. You know. Her girlfriend. There was never once that you had been seen kissing, or hugging. Not even a slight brush of the knee at lunch nor your shoulders bumping against one another in the halls.
No one ever saw. Of course, unknowing to them, that was the goal. Wednesday wasn’t very comfortable with expressing her love and affection for you in public. It felt like an invasion of privacy, and she had felt her adoration for you should stay between the only two necessary parties. Although you and your girlfriend seemed repelled by one another in public, the two of you couldn’t be more attracted when in private.
Wednesday was much more like her father than she cared to admit. Granted she never thought another human being could make her feel this way, but your presence made the girl so needy and romantic it almost hurt. Well it did actually hurt sometimes but in the best way.
In your alone time, Wednesday spent every writing hour sat on your lap, swearing you gave her the best ideas when you were close. Sometimes she would read to you as you sat behind her with your arms wrapped tightly around her. Cello practice was somewhat tortuous at times; you couldn’t really hold her so you simply opted for a comforting hand placed on her thigh. But of course, Wednesday always made it up to you in the form of all the kisses she could possibly give you.
Today was like most nights with Wednesday: it was late, Enid was away with Ajax, and you two couldn’t keep off each other. Although, today you missed her even more than normal. Your girlfriend had promised to give you extra attention today for your suffering.
Quickly, some articles of clothing were already discarded. Leaving you in your bra and Wednesday in her button up, half ripped open. Wednesday had her legs wrapped around your waist; you held her hands above her head, keeping her beneath you. The smaller girl wasn’t really feeling the dominance you kept over her, desperately rutting up into you trying to get free. She felt you smile into the kiss, before you finally let her hands free. Her hands then clung to your shoulders as you placed your own on her hips, lightly massaging the flesh there.
You began trailing open mouth kisses down her neck and across her chest. Leaving dark bruises behind as you reveled in the feeling of her scratching against your scalp. Continuing your descent, you winced pleasantly at Wednesday digging her nails into the back of your neck. You could feel the pounding of her heart and the buzzing of her skin with every kiss.
Neither of you notice the door swing open, nor the sound of footsteps entering the room. But you’re finally brought out of y’all’s bubble by the loud shriek that comes from behind you. Snapping your heads in the direction of the sound, you find a mortified Enid standing just a few feet from the indecency that was occurring. You both frantically untangle yourselves from one another as you scramble off the bed onto your feet. Wednesday stares at Enid with rage pouring out of her as you refuse eye contact; aimlessly looking anywhere else. “You’re back early.” she seethes.
Enid takes quick notice of the hickeys and bite marks that trail from your neck down your chest. Her eyes travel back up to the dark, smudged lipstick smeared over your lips. Her shocked face turns cheeky and amused in an instant. Both you and Wednesday blush profusely as Enid starts giggling and jumping up and down. ‘Of course you get caught by Enid.’
“I knew it! I knew you horny bitches couldn’t stay off each other!” she exclaims. You both cautiously watch her walk over to then grab your shoulders and shake you around excitedly. “I would not call it ‘horny’.” the smaller girl retorts. Enid scoffs at Wednesday’s statement. “Sure bestie.” she replies with a dramatic eye roll. The werewolf’s eyes search over your figure for more marks, almost blushing herself from how many there are. “Jesus woman! Y/n is so marked up that she looks practically abused.” You let out a giggle unexpectedly as your lover grows more and more annoyed.
“You should see what I did to her.” you mutter to yourself. Enid catches your little remark, turning her attention to her roommate. It’s then that she finally realizes the matching hickeys running down from Wednesday’s neck to her exposed torso. Somehow, Enid’s smile grows wider, her excitement beginning to burst out of her.
“Ooooo girl you’re a freak.” the blonde girl squeals. You notice the murderous expression on your girlfriend’s face as she attempts to lunge at Enid. “No Enid, no witnesses.” the smaller girl grumbles. You quickly throw an arm in front of Wednesday, attempting to stop her from killing the cheery werewolf. She reluctantly comes to a halt at your action. “Enid, if you don’t shut up I will be forced to end your life myself.”
You take notice of how your words make your little nightmare quickly look up at you in awe almost. Like your threat makes her want to get back your previous activities.
“Wait, Yoko owes me $50.” Enid exclaims, causing the both of you to snap your heads at her in disbelief.
“You bet on this?!” you question irritatedly, making strides towards the blonde. She looks at you like this was so obvious. “Well duh.” she states, a smile creeping up on her face once again. Enid sees the way your face contorts into rage before beginning to find her way out of the dorm. You huff annoyedly before taking off behind her. “That’s it. I’m gonna kill you.” you practically growl out to her.
Wednesday remains in the dorm, shaking her head at the sounds of Enid’s shrieks coming from down the hall. “I told her to lock the door.” she grumbles defeatedly before sitting on the edge of the bed. She picks up a book that had been abandoned earlier, deciding to wait for you to come back and finish what you started. She was definitely going to make you pay for your little mistake.
Your eyes fluttered open, slightly stunned by the bright lights. The sound of machines beeping and the light murmuring of the people outside filled your ears. You notice the bandages wrapped around your arms and leg. You could barely remember anything. Although the screech of the car tires and the concerned shouting was very present, and loud, in your memory. And the vivid sound of a sweet, gentle, yet worried voice echoed in your mind. You could’ve sworn you recognized it. But you never saw a face, just the voice as you felt yourself slipping from consciousness.
As you began to sit up, your head was thumping and your body ached in all places. Successfully propping yourself up in the bed, you look around frantically before noticing the door handle jiggle.
You watch the door swing open and find a man in a white coat standing at the door. The doctor you presume. “Oh good, you’re awake.” His words have you wondering how long you’ve been out. “The woman whose car hit you is here.” he states, your only response being a nod. He exits the room before a small knock is heard on the other side of the door.
The cause of your current misfortune enters the room. She was a small and thin latin woman. Her dark, wavy hair cut just below her shoulders. You noticed white earbuds hanging from one ear. ‘Why did they look so familiar?’ You looked into her deep eyes, that held guilt in them, and you swore you’ve seen those eyes before. Squinting at the small woman who stood a few feet from you, it finally clicked in your head.
“Hello. I’m Jenna. I’m sorry for what happened. I wanted to come check on-”
“Jenna Ortega hit me with her car.” you finally spoke. Not meaning to cut the girl off, you were just in complete shock. You honestly couldn’t believe what was happening. “Jenna. Ortega. Hit me with her car.” you reiterated as if you were trying to convince yourself of the situation. You both stared at each other for a moment, taking in everything around you. Your eyes fall to your lap as you notice your hands shaking. “Is this really happening?” you whispered to yourself. It was unclear whether you felt happy or insanely nervous. Afterall, you were alone with your biggest celebrity crush standing right infront of you.
“There’s no way this is happening. Clearly I died.” you exclaimed, feeling the entirety of your body shake and twitch with anxiety. Your vision began to blur and you felt as if you were going to black out. The world became silent, only the faint sounds of the heart rate monitor beeping more rapidly could be heard. “I promise you’re not dead.” Jenna says sternly as she takes steps towards you. “What the fuck?” you shout, not being able to comprehend your current condition.
“Hey hey. It's gonna be ok.” she reassures you more calmly in that ever soothing voice of hers. You feel the light touch of her hand on your shoulder, causing you to freeze. You hadn’t calmed down yet, just simply stunned; the beeping sounds of your speedy heart rate now clearer and louder in your ears.
You realize the Jenna Ortega stood just a couple of inches away, with an assuring hand rubbing your bicep. You watched as her eyes sparkled under the harsh hospital lights, and a soft, kind smile adorned her lips. Her dimple slightly peeking out. ‘Holy shit she’s even prettier in person!’
“Holy shit. Holy shit!” you blurted out. Luckily, you didn’t begin thrashing about like before but Jenna noticed how you became tense under her touch. She let go, taking a few steps back as to not worsen your situation. You felt as though her hand was still where it once was; the sensation burning into your skin as if being branded. A deep warmth crept up onto your cheeks and the shaking nervousness returned. It wasn’t as drastic as before but it was noticeable.
The anxiety starts to fade as you focus on those deep brown eyes. The fear is soon replaced by embarrassment; feeling yourself getting flustered under her kind eyes. You shake your head disappointedly before dropping your face into the palms of your hands. “Are you alright?” she practically whispers.
You let out a defeated huff before responding. “Are you really Jenna Ortega?” you mumble. Jenna looks around confused by your question. “Yes?” she answers hesitantly and somewhat puzzled. You lift your head from your hands, finally meeting her eyes once again. “Then no, I’m not alright.” Giving her a pained smile. You notice how her mood shifts slightly. “Oh. Sorry?” she answers now feeling somewhat guilty. Her eyes drop to the floor awkwardly.
Your eyes widen suddenly as you begin frantically waving your hands around. “No no no it’s ok. I just have the biggest crush on you and I just completely embarrassed myself.” you blurt out, realizing you’ve made a mistake. Jenna lifts her head, eyeing you knowingly. “A crush?” she asks smugly. Your eyes widen even further as your heart starts pounding in your ears. Groaning at your own humiliation, you smack yourself in the head disappointedly.
The sounds of laughter and shuffling are heard coming from beside you. You look over to find Jenna sitting in a chair right next to your hospital bed as she attempts to muffle her giggles. Your eyes dart around, refusing to look at her directly. She notices the light blush on your face causing her to giggle more.
“Hey it’s alright. Don’t be embarrassed.” she tries reassuring you through her fits of laughter. You shoot her a slightly bothered look that makes it more difficult for her to hold back her amusement. Jenna looks away a moment to take a deep breath. After successfully composing herself, she looks at you, her eyes so focussed, and grabs a hold of your hand. “It’s ok. Really. I did almost kill you so I say you get a pass.” Assuring you with a small smile as she rubs her thumb across your knuckles soothingly.
The feeling of her hand in yours has you blushing more intensely and that fuzzy feeling starts to take over. Your eyes flicker between her gaze and your intertwined hands. “Twice.” you say speaking under your breath. She tilts her head at you, looking lost again. “Twice?” she asks; more to herself than anything.
“Twice” you reiterate. Finally resting your gaze on her beautiful face. “Once with your car, and then twice when you walked in and broke my brain.” you explain, pointing at her and then the door accusatory. A sudden burst of laughter erupts from her that you soon join in on. “I broke your brain? That’s what just happened?” asking in minor disbelief as she looks you up and down. The way she eyes you has you subtly tugging your lip between your teeth as your heart rate speeds up a little bit more. Tearing your eyes away from her wandering ones, you can’t help the goofy smile that finds its way on your lips.
You let out a huff at your own ridiculousness before answering. “Yeah, can you blame me? The most beautiful, amazing person, who I never thought I would meet, just appeared in front of me.” you explain nervously.
There’s a silence that follows, causing you to second guess your words. The panic almost sets in until you feel Jenna squeeze your hand comfortingly. You look over to see her smiling shyly, her eyes closed shut. Her lips then turned in a downward smile, her nose scrunching adorably, and her precious dimple on full display. She grins bashfully, looking even more beautiful. “Thanks.” she mutters almost embarrassed. “You’re pretty cute yourself.” she adds.
For what felt like the hundredth time today, your heart begins to pound mercilessly in your chest as if it's trying to escape. Your blush never fully ceases with how often she seems to fluster you. “Three times.” you huff out, feeling disappointed in yourself once again at how easily rattled you are by her. “What?” she blurts out almost doubtedly. You smack your hand over your face, groaning at the pain, and the weird fuzzy feeling growing in your chest. “You just tried to kill me three times.” Your frustrated complaints being muffled by your hand.
Jenna eyes you suspiciously. “How so?” she asks almost challengingly, as if what you had said was impossible. Although you remove your hand from your face, you keep your eyes screwed shut trying to avoid looking at her directly. You open your mouth but no words come out, trying to understand yourself how she seemed to cause your brain to malfunction again. You take a few labored breaths as you attempt to relax. “I think your compliment just gave me a heart attack.” Speaking slowly as to try not to stumble over your words. Jenna fails at keeping her laughter contained at your pitiful appearance. Keeping your eyes closed, you turn your head in Jenna’s direction at the sound of her snickering.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted me dead all along.” you suggest, furrowing your brows at her. Jenna throws herself back in her seat with wide eyes. “Damn. You figured it out.” she exclaimed sarcastically with her free hand placed over her chest in faux shock. You both fell into a fit of laughter. Giggling profusely at each other's dramatics.
The two of you continued talking for what felt like hours. You were finally at ease, just enjoying every moment you had been gifted with her. Although Jenna hit you with her car and you ended up in the hospital, you felt like the luckiest person on earth. To be able to take in every sparkle of her eyes and scrunch of her nose when she smiled. And best of all, throughout your wonderful time together, she never once removed her hand from yours.
The sudden sound of the door creaking open pulls you both from your conversation. “Ms. L/n, your family is here to see you.” the doctor states quickly. You send him a somewhat dissatisfied nod before he exits just as fast.
Jenna’s eyes narrow a bit. “I should probably go.” she almost grumbles. A small huff leaves your mouth disappointedly. “Booo. Just gonna leave me like that?” you whine with a fake pout. You notice a slight smirk on her face. “Don’t worry, I’ll see you later.” she responds, so casually, as she begins to stand from her chair. You tilt your head at her before tightening your grip on her hand. Jenna stops her movements at the jerk of her arm, turning towards you to see that goofy look of confusion.
“You will?” asking softly. She smiles at you so kindly before her expression shifts to mischievous. “Of course. Gotta finish the job, remember?” she responds smugly. A puff of air leaves your nose at her cheeky response. “Oh right. Of course.” you mumble through a smile. As she makes her way towards the door, you notice how neither of you separate your hands til the last second. Y’alls fingertips delicately brushing past each other before a cold distance is finally between you. It was clear both of you missed each other’s warmth instantly. “Well hurry up and come back!” you playfully shout her way. Kind of kidding; mostly serious.
She stops in her path, quite aggressively; hand on the door handle. Jenna swivels around in her stance to send you another tender smile accompanied by an assertive thumbs up. “Will do, cutie.” she replies sweetly. Although you begin to blush once again, you’re able to keep your composure til her figure is out of sight.
I saw your little story with Jenna Ortega and I loved it so much 🥺 so I was wondering if i could request another one. The idea is that reader and Jenna are working in a movie together, and throughout the shooting Jenna developed feelings and she and reader became super close, but she's not sure if reader could ever feel the same. Then when comes the scene where they're filming the death of reader's character, because it was a really emotional and realistic scene, Jenna gets a little too into it because it felt too real for her too, as if it actually happened for a second and when the scene ends she can't get herself to stop crying or calm down, so maybe she excuses herself to her trailer for a second to breathe, but reader follows her, worried about what happened, maybe Jenna could say how it felt and reader comforts her, sharing their feelings too. Sorry it got a little big, but I love hurt/comfort <3. Also feel free to elaborate on it, I'd just like for that to be the general idea<3
honestly loved this idea. hope i did it justice :)
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“Don’t you ever fucking die on me again.”
Jenna Ortega x f!reader
While filming a death scene with reader, Jenna gets a little too into her emotions. As reader tries to comfort her, feelings are revealed.
It had been a few months of you working with Jenna Ortega in a new horror movie. Over time, the two of you grew very close. You were practically inseparable; the other cast members swear they've never seen one without the other. You honestly couldn't help but be around Jenna. Not only was she your love interest in the film, you had the biggest crush on her in real life. And unknown to you, she shared your romantic feelings. You both couldn’t get enough of each other; every passing day bringing y’all closer. But of course, neither of you knew what the other felt.
It was an average day on set; going over lines and making sure you met your marks. Your character, Arianna, was going to die. And in Jenna Ortega fashion, her character Eva was going to cry. Desperately. It was the infamous death scene the whole movie has been building up to, and everyone was waiting for it. Y’alls performances had to be perfect. They needed to feel real.
*begin scene*
You groaned harshly from the pain. The wound in your side becoming unbearable as more and more blood flooded out of it. You didn't think you were gonna make it. No. You knew you weren't gonna make it. Holding onto your side for dear life, you called out to Eva. “We have to stop. I can't keep going.” You were slowing her down, barely able to keep yourself up. She needed to leave you behind.
“No. No no no. We have to keep going. We can make it.” you lover screamed. You felt yourself falling down to your knees. It was too much. Through hooded eyes, you watched as Eva made her way over to you. “please, go. i can’t watch you die.” you croaked out, fighting the inevitable end. You felt warm tears hit your face as Eva cradled you in her arms. “Don’t you dare do this to me, Arianna. I’m not leaving without you!” she exclaims, shaking you in her embrace. It’s no use. You can feel yourself slipping from this world.
Your vision goes black. Your breath becomes slower and slower as you listen to the painful whimpers coming from the woman beside you. You feel Eva shift against you, attempting to lift you up with no success. “Arianna, please. Don’t do this.” Her words are almost incoherent due to how hard she’s crying.
You’re gone. Eva, stained by tears and blood, sits huddled over your now cold body. She tries willing herself to get up but all she wants now is to die. Here. With you.
“CUT!” the director calls out.
Shock. You were in utter shock. You always knew Jenna was a great actress but it almost felt like she was shedding real tears for you. The shake of her hands felt real. The unevenness of her voice sounded real. It all felt too real. ‘Is she ok?’ you wonder worriedly.
As you hesitantly pick yourself up, you notice Jenna had already left. Looking over, you see the small girl speed walking to her trailer. You hurriedly change from your bloody clothes, making your way over to check up on her.
You lighty knock on the door to her trailer before opening it. You peek inside to see Jenna balled up on the floor with her head tucked between her knees. “Hey. Can I come in?” You watch as her head shoots up in your direction. As she realizes it’s you, her expression softens and tears continue to pour out more rapidly than before. “yeah…” she responds, followed by loud sobs.
“Hey, come here.” You all but throw yourself onto the floor next to the smaller girl, wanting to be as close as possible to her in this moment. Your body fills with fear and worry as you wrap yourself tightly around her. Her body tenses a bit at your touch but melts right into it just a quickly. You feel her frame tremble in your arms and the thud of her heartbeat as her cries grow louder. “i’m sorry.” she whimpers into your chest. “No no no, it’s alright. I’m here. It’s okay.” you assure frantically, pulling Jenna further into you.
“What is wrong with me?” she whines as her body shivers more furiously. You loosen your tight grip on her, pulling away just enough to see Jenna’s tearstained face. “Hey, look at me. It’s gonna be ok.” You cupped her face with your hands, rubbing small circles with your thumbs on her cheeks, attempting to calm her down a bit. “I’m sorry. I thought you were gone.” She was weeping frantically, no longer in a clear state of mind. You brought a hand down to grab one of her own and squeezed it comfortingly. “I’m right here, Jenna. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her sobbing grows louder and uncontrollable, completely falling apart in front of your eyes. “Please don’t go. please…” Her words no longer available as she begins to hyperventilate, furthering the overall panic. Taking her hand and placing it against your chest, you try grounding her with the sound of your heartbeat. “I’m right here with you. I’m here.” Watching the girl in front of you cry and grieve so harshly causes tears to well up in your eyes. You feel yourself becoming almost hysterical in this situation as your voice wavers. “Jenna, breathe. Please just breathe. Jenna, please-”
You pull her in closer as you place a delicate kiss to her lips. Jenna’s breath catches in her throat at the action. The feeling of her figure freezing under your firm grasp forces you back to reality. You pull away immediately at the sudden realization of what you’ve done
Now looking into each other’s eyes, you realize neither of you are breathing anymore. The silence starts eating away at you, feeling your heartbeat thump fiercely in your ears. “I- I’m sorry. I just… Why did I do-” Your panic is cut short by the feeling of Jenna’s lips pressed against your own once more. This time with much more intent as you quickly begin moving against each other in sync. She felt so fragile against you but finally calm in this moment.
You both pull away reluctantly; staring, completely still, only your labored breaths are heard. You begin to feel small under her intense gaze, quickly averting your eyes as you feel yourself blush embarrassingly. “Soooo… are you feelin what I’m feelin or… what?” The awkward shakiness in your voice is quite noticeable to you both. A light chuckle leaves Jenna’s mouth. “You have such a way with words, Y/n.” she giggles, sending you a warm smile. “I’m just making sure I’m reading this right.” Feeling your blush intensify. She tilts her head at you slightly with an endearing expression, wrapping her arms around your neck. She places another firm kiss against your lips before pulling away to rest her forehead on yours. “Yeah. I'm feeling what you're feeling.” she sighs contently.
You both sit there a moment, eyes closed, basking in each other's comfort. Suddenly you feel Jenna sink down into your chest, noticing how she starts to tremble again. “Hey hey hey. What’s wrong now, darling?” you ask worriedly. You pull away a bit to look down at her fragile state, rubbing your hand up and down her back soothingly. You hear her sniffle for a moment as she tries to collect herself. “I’m sorry.” she mumbles against you.
You notice the crying beginning to grow once again. Cupping Jenna’s face, you guide her head upwards, forcing her to look at you. You look between her eyes, noticing her struggle to keep herself together. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s alright.” you assure her as you carefully wipe the tears running down her cheeks. “What’s the matter, hun?”
Although not as heavy as a minute ago, the tears start up again. She attempts to look away but your gentle yet strong hold on her jaw keeps her under your watchful eyes. “You don't have to run from me. You can tell me.” She gives in to you, finally meeting your gaze as she sniffles momentarily.
“I'm sorry. It's just-” You hold her tighter as she fights the lump in her throat. “It’s just that watching you die felt so real. And I just couldn’t handle it.” You realize her performance wasn’t that at all. She really was grieving you. “Jenna, it’s ok. I’m fine. Okay?” you try assuring her, lovingly rubbing your hands down her biceps. You eye her intently, trying to nonverbally let her know that all would be well. “I know. I know. I just really like you, and the thought of losing you broke me.” Her words caused a small smile to appear on your face. It was honestly cute how much she cared for you. You notice how her head hangs low in embarrassment. “I probably sound ridiculous. I just never want that to happen.” her voice wavering towards the end, the thought causing the pain to return. Bringing her into a tight hug, you place a kiss on her forehead. “It’s not ridiculous. I promise.” you say sternly. Your eyes burning into her own, trying to pour all the love you have for the girl into her heart.
“Plus, I really like you too.” you huff out with a smug expression. You notice how her mood lifts after all this time. “Yeah?” she asks with a weak smile. Looking down at her precious face, you giggle sweetly before answering. “Yeah. And I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, darling.” sending her a big, bright smile, scrunching your nose at her.
You hear her laugh again. That one that you adored so much, that made your heart swell. You hug her tight for the thousandth time today, never wanting to let her go. You're pulled from your thoughts when a fist comes colliding into your shoulder. “Ouch! What the hell?”
“Don’t you ever fucking die on me again.” she demands against your chest. You look down at her with a knowing smirk. “But we’re still shooting.” She punches you once more, even harder this time. “I'm serious.” That intense look in her eyes convinces you of this. The sting in your arm further accentuating her point. “Okay, okay.” you hiss through a small chuckle.
You begin peppering kisses across her face to soften her attitude. You look up to see her angelic smile on full display, causing a warmth to spread over your cheeks. “I promise I won’t.” you assure before leaning in for another kiss.
It was around 1am as you laid sprawled on the couch watching a movie. Well, you weren’t really watching anymore. More like dozing off. You felt yourself slipping farther into sleep as every second passed.
You're pulled away suddenly from your slumber at the familiar sound of keys against the door. ‘Jenna's home.’ As she enters the house, your head snaps towards her direction. “Hey babe.” she says with that angelic smile you always loved.
You felt like your jaw was gonna hit the floor at the sight of her, and the sound of your beating heart filled your ears. She wore an all black, 3 piece suit and a matching pair of heels. No doubt coming back from an event of somesort. You really couldn't remember specifically; too focused on the goddess that has appeared in front of you. “H-Hey beautiful.” you manage to stutter out. You watch her smile shyly at your words as she makes her way towards y’alls room. “I’m going to shower and then I’ll be out soon.” Jenna shouts from the doorway. You could only muster up an enthusiastic nod.
30 minutes later, you hear the soft patter of her feet as she walks out into the living room. The smell of vanilla and mint come wafting in behind her, filling your senses.
Peering over your shoulder from behind the couch, you notice your love's outfit change. She was dressed in a large hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts. Her attire so simple yet you feel as enamored by her as when she had first entered your sight. A smile finds its way on your lips; feeling your heart thump just a bit louder than before.
“You're literally so boyfriend and girlfriend material.” you say, staring intently at the girl in front of you. It almost feels impossible to look away from someone so perfect. You watch Jenna chuckle at you with a flattered yet puzzled expression. “What does that even mean, babe.” she asks as she makes her way over to the couch, taking a seat on your lap.
Honestly, you barely even understood what your words meant. It's just Jenna always had this way of captivating you no matter how she looked. Gorgeous or handsome. Elegant or grungy. Sexy or cute. She was genuinely just everything all at once. So perfect in her visual duality.
“It's just you're so… mmm. And then also just… hmmm. And I don't know. ” you mumble out. It was really hard to find the words to describe the indescribable feeling she gave you. “Mhm. Right.” she says mockingly with confusion written all over her face. You glare at her comment although you still wear a smile since you just can’t help it. “You're not making any sense but it's cute. Thanks I guess.” she giggles before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“It makes perfect sense! It's not my fault you're so pretty that the English dictionary can't help me right now.” you exclaim with a pouty expression. Jenna laughs a bit harder at your babyish attitude, watching you whine preciously. Tearing away from her gaze, you cross your arms and sulk pathetically. “You're just so flawless in every way that it makes it hard to think and then I just blurt out nonsense.” you mumble annoyed. Your bottom lip jutting out as you roll your eyes at the beauty sitting on your lap. Jenna shoots you another endearing smile as she wraps her arms around your neck.
“Yeah but it's adorable nonsense.” she replies sweetly. You finally look her in the eyes, still pouting. She can’t help but kiss your protruding lips with how pitiful you’re looking right now. “I love you.” she hums against your lips. “I love you more.” you huff, continuing to mope. Jenna then lets out another light chuckle that you loved hearing so much.
“Wednesday.” you called out, feeling the anxiety rush through you. As she turned towards you, her deep, dark eyes met yours, causing your breath to get caught in your throat. “Y/n. I need to speak with you.” the smaller girl replied. Her chilling tone doing little to ease your stress. You really hoped you weren’t in trouble with the murderous girl standing in front of you. “I was gonna say the same thing.” you managed to spit out, chuckling nervously. “Perfect.” is all you hear before a cold hand takes hold of your wrist, pulling you away.
Wednesday manages to drag you to her dorm, pulling you inside before slamming the door shut. She stares up at you for a moment as you both attempt to catch your breath. You look down at her, noticing a slight blush spreading across her face, causing a smile to adorn your lips. The action causes Wednesday to pull back, making you realize how close she stood this entire time. “You okay?” you questioned concerningly.
The raven haired girl looks away as her hands reach up to feel the warmth emanating from her cheeks. “It seems I have developed feelings for you. At least according to Enid.” she responds with an almost puzzled expression on her face. You feel your breathing completely stop, not sure if you actually heard that right. “O-Oh. Really?” you ask despite the lump in your throat.
Wednesday’s eyes finally met yours, looking softer than normal. “Yes. I’m here to court you, Y/n.” You continued to stare at her blankly, questioning if this was a dream. ‘Was the Wednesday Addams asking you out?’ You’re pulled from your thoughts as you notice the pale beauty presenting a sheen black box to you. It was small and sharp looking like her. “Thing has informed me that it’s customary to present a gift as a romantic gesture.” Hearing her words had you finally look away from Wednesday, looking down into the now open box. Your eyes widened at the sight of a human heart sitting inside. It was bloody, leaking all over the inside of the box. Although you remained somewhat disturbed, you took the gift into your hands feeling the warmth emanating from the organ inside.
“He said it should come from the heart so I thought what better than a real one.” Her comment causes a fit of giggles to burst out of you. ‘She is so adorably weird.’ you think to yourself. Your reaction to her gift has Wednesday confusedly staring at you. She hopes that this gesture wasn’t a mistake on her part. “Is something the matter? Do you not like it?” You take a look into her eyes, seeing the worry in them. “No no no, it’s not that. I appreciate it. Thank you Wednesday.” you reassure her through your laughter. You notice her expression softens again, feeling better about your humorous outburst. You both gaze at one another, questioning what to do next.
“Does this mean we are… dating?” You tilt your head lovingly at her. Her question caused a smirk to appear on your face. “If you want us to be.” You could practically see the wheels turning in Wednesday's head before she takes a step towards you. The lack of distance between you makes both of you blush. “I want you.” she says softly. You place the box down on her desk. Grabbing hold of the pale girl's hands as you affectionately rubbing your thumbs over her knuckles. A shaky huff leaves your lungs before responding. “Well then yeah; we’re dating.”
*present time*
“And that’s how we started dating.” You stare pleasantly at your friends as they look back at you with wide eyes. You can tell they didn’t expect your story to go that way but they’re the ones who begged you to tell them. Still stunned silence surrounds the group as you bury your face into the crook of Wednesday’s neck, who sat delicately on your lap. “As you can tell, I am quite the romantic.” Wednesday adds monotonously. She cradles your head in her hands as she places a firm kiss to your cheek.
“I don’t know what I was expecting but it sure wasn’t that.” Bianca says, finally breaking the weird tension. “Oh come on guys! It’s cute. In their own… creepy sort of way.” Enid exclaims. You appreciated her attempt at standing up for you and your girlfriend. “Thanks Enid.” sending her a warm smile. You could always count on her to support y'all no matter how much she didn’t understand.
“Do you still have the heart?” Ajax joined in with genuine concern in his voice. You look up at your little nightmare, flashing a goofy smile at her. “Of course.” Wednesday responds as nonchalant as ever. “WHY?” the four of them shout worriedly. Clearly the two of you were going for shock factor today. “It's sentimental.” Both you and Wednesday respond simultaneously, looking absolutely in love with one another. The surprised silence appearing again.
“I simply cannot even with you two anymore.” Yoko utters suddenly before getting up and leaving.
Wednesday had her legs on either side of your waist, keeping you beneath her. She held your hands in hers with your fingers intertwined, holding them above your head. The smaller girl continued to pepper kisses all over your face causing you to giggle at her actions. “Your laugh is so adorable it’s making me nauseous.” Wednesday mutters as her hands find their way under your shirt. Your breathing becomes heavy at the feeling of her cold skin against your waist. “I love you too, darling.” you chuckle. She brings her lips up to meet yours and you feel her lightly tug at the hem of your shirt. You lift yourself up on your elbows allowing Wednesday to pull the garment over your head. The raven haired girl takes this moment to admire your figure and the array of scars that littered your body. You watch her stare at you in adoration, blushing under her gaze.
“Y/n, please tell me the stories behind these beautiful scars. I bet the tales are horrific.” she says, eyes boring into your own. You quickly avert your gaze, looking anywhere else. “Not in a good way.” you mumble to yourself with a heavy sigh. “Are you alright?” Your head snaps back to look at her. “Oh, yeah. These are nothing really. Just accidents.” Wednesday shifts back onto your thighs and glares down at you. “I am well aware you are rather uncoordinated but this seems a bit much.” “You know me: clumsy as hell.” you say, sporting your best fake smile.
Wednesday looks down at you with an arched brow. “What is the matter mi amor? You are acting strange.” “That’s saying something coming from you.” you mutter under your breath, followed by an intense eye roll. “Y/n. I’m serious.” The lack of emotion on her face confirms this, making you regret your comment. “Sorry, I’m just not used to talking about this.” The discomfort in your voice causes her expression to soften. “I can drop the subject if that were to put you at ease.” she offers with caring eyes. “No no it’s fine.” “Are you certain?” she asks, shooting you a questioning look. You paused for a moment, really not knowing if it was fine. This was always such a hard subject for you, and Wednesday knew that. But you trusted her, and you felt she deserved to know you better.
You let out a shaky breath before answering. “Although I don’t really like my scars, I’ve honestly wanted to tell you for a while.” Your lover continues to stare into your eyes doubtfully, searching for any uncertainty. “Just pick one and I’ll start.” You really needed this conversation to begin quickly before you changed your mind. Wednesday takes one more skeptical glance at you before pointing to your thigh. “Start here.” she instructs as she lightly drags her finger across the raised skin. You look down to where her hand tickled your leg. “Xavier’s terrible aim got me an arrow in the leg. Never going to archery club again.” you say, chuckling at the memory. “And these?” she questions as her thumb runs across your wounded knuckles. “Punching Xavier in the mouth for almost killing me in archery.” the thought causes you to burst out in laughter. You notice Wednesday gives the smallest smirk. “No wonder he fears you.”
The pale girl takes a moment to scan your body, looking for another scar of interest. “Those are quite big.” she states as her hands linger over the four large slashes across your torso. You stare down at the wounds before responding. “The hyde attacks.” you huff, watching as your girlfriend’s mood drops. “Right.” she says with a guilty expression. You take a hold of her cold hand and squeeze it reassuringly. “At least now I know not to go into the woods alone.” you giggle nervously, knowing Wednesday felt bad about that.
Refusing to make eye contact, the smaller girl’s vision finds a very intricate looking scar right under your collarbone. “How about this one?” she asks knowingly. You peer down awkwardly at your chest, acknowledging the ‘W.A.’ carved there. “Girl, you know exactly where that one’s from. Somebody got a little excited one day when we were making out.” you exclaim enthusiastically, followed by light laughter. Wednesday feels warmth spreading over her cheeks as she traces the writing in your skin. “You’re just so stunning with my initials carved onto you, mi amor.” she praises. “Yes, I know. Thanks baby.” you respond with a smug smile. “Of course, cara mia.” she says, placing kisses from the scar up to your lips.
Wednesday pulls away to look at the scar that ran down across your brow bone. “This one I am most fond of.” she states, momentarily tracing over it affectionately. You placed your hand over where hers once was, causing your fingers to tremble. “Oh. This one.” Suddenly the panic started to set it. ‘Why did she have to pick that one?’
“Well…” You paused for a moment, questioning if you were really gonna do this or not. “Well, you know how I don’t talk about my mom? Like ever?” You swear you could feel your heart trying to explode from your chest. You really were doing this. “Yes. And I never once pressured you to.” “And I’m very grateful for it.” You swallow harshly as you place your hands on Wednesday’s arms. Whether it was to brace her or yourself, you weren’t really sure. ‘Here we go.’ Taking in a deep breath before continuing. “But um… let’s just say she wasn’t very nice. And one day she got angry with a skillet in hand and… yeah.” You abruptly release your hands from her biceps, realizing you had gripped them tightly.
“I don't remember why. I probably deserved it.” Your head hung low feeling guilt-ridden. There was a moment of silence between you two. All that could be heard was the sound of your love’s enraged breathing. You raise your head a bit, enough to see Wednesday practically fuming in front of you. “I’ll kill her.” she seethes, her demeanor being very hostile. You know she wasn’t kidding. “Please don’t. There’s no need.” you utter suddenly, waving your hands cautiously. “She deserves it. Are these from her too?” your little nightmare asks as she grabs your wrists. You stare down at the rows of scars that run up your forearms. You release a shaky breath as you feel tears starting to form in your eyes.
“These are… from me.” Wednesday watches as a tear finally falls. “Oh.” Silence again. She mentally cursed herself for bringing you two to this point. “Why?” she cautiously asked. “I-I don’t know. It’s just… nevermind.” The sound of your voice is then replaced by faint sobbing.
You watch as a single tear falls down her cheek. Your eyes become wide. You had never seen Wednesday cry before. “I’m- I’m sorry.” the pale beauty says before burying her head in your chest. “Wait no don’t cry querida.” You pull your lover back for an even tighter hug than the last, trying to soothe her. Her cries are silent, only feeling her frame tremble in your embrace. “This is not your fault at all.” She slowly lifts her head, averting her eyesight from yours. You take in this moment as Wednesday's face was tearstained and her nose red, as her eyes glossed over. She was still beautiful. The raven haired girl took a final deep breath in before finally meeting your gaze. “I swear I will make anyone who’s ever caused you pain suffer.” Her expression morphed slightly into irritation. You giggle softly at her sudden change in emotion. “No murder, Wednesday.” you demand with a soft smile.
Your girlfriend waits a moment to let you release some of your frustrations. She brings a gentle hand up to your face, caressing your cheek. You feel her delicately wipe some of the tears that continue to fall. “You can talk to me, y/n. I promise not to judge.” she replies in a hushed tone, attempting to not make things worse. She remains eyeing you intently as you sniffle, trying to calm down enough to speak. You take a few more labored breaths before answering. “Some people deal with being an outcast by throwing piranhas into a pool.” Your comment almost making Wednesday smile a bit. “Others… do this.” The tears start running down again, much quicker than before. “It’s just how I deal with not feeling loved I guess.” laughing awkwardly at how pathetic you feel right now.
The girl above you suddenly became tense at your comment. “Do I not make you feel loved?” she asked, puzzled. Your words almost… hurt. Your head snapped up at her with shock in your eyes. “No no no. Wednesday, I always feel loved with you.” you quickly retorted, pulling the smaller girl into your arms. You held her tightly trying to pour all your love into that hug. “Just before you came into my life, I didn’t really feel it.” you say, pulling back to see her blank stare.
She glares silently for a second before giving in. “Fine.” she huffs. She presses a chaste kiss to your lips before continuing down your body. You feel light pecks being placed on everyone of the scars that run down your figure. You stare down at her with a goofy smile plastered on your face. “What are you doing?”
“Loving you. Is that not obvious?” she answers through kisses. “Why.” you ask with a laugh. She pauses her actions a moment to look up at you through her lashes. “Because I still love your scars, y/n.” “They’re still beautiful to me.”
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