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Jenna Ortega x Entertainment Tonight Interview for Death of a Unicorn. [1/4] ...

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Vada Cavell x Fem Reader

Vada was draped over you lazily as she kissed your lips. You felt her clothed member against your clothed core. Neither of you had yet taken your clothes off but you were planning to rid of them soon. The door bursts open and there stands Amelia.

She stood there in shock. “Get out!” Vada yelled at her sister and pulled away from you. Amelia runs out of the room giggling.

“I swear I need a lock” Vada rolls her eyes. You chuckle and pull her towards you kissing her cheek. 

“Mom , Vada was having sex” Amelia says casually. “What?!” Vada’s mom says choking on her wine. She sets down her glass and immediately heads towards Vada’s room. She knocks first. “You don’t have to knock” Vada grumbles and her mother walks in nimbly. You felt a tiny bit nervous. “Vada if you and Y/n are having sex you need to make sure you’re using protect-“ Her mother starts but her lecture is interrupted with Vada throwing a tantrum. “I’m not having sex mom! Oh my god!”

“What are you doing?” Her mother asks patiently and Vada doesn’t respond.

You sit awkwardly before you decide to speak up. “If we ever decide to we’ll be sure to use protection Ms.Cavell”

“You know Vada you’re really lucky to have her” her mom smiles and leaves the two of you alone.

“Didn’t know you could be such a baby” you tease. Vada chucks a pillow at you , “Didn’t know you could be such a liar”

“I halfway lied for the record” you respond.

Truth be told , you and Vada had already done it, so did you kind of lie? Yes. Did it work enough to get her mom off her back? Yes. So it’s a win.

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Hi, just wanna say I love your stuff! I was wondering if you’d do a Jenna x reader who is the daughter of Winona Ryder and Jenna meets her on the set of Beetlejuice 2. Winona acting as a wing woman for Jenna.

head over heels, your hand over mine

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^ request!

Words: 5.0k

Warnings: longer than i intended it to be

a/n: first of all... tysm!!! and second of all, thank you for the request!! means alot to me and i wrote it to the best of my abilities, hope you'll like it!!!

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Shit, shit, shit...

Jenna cursed under her breath as she practically hammered down the first-floor button as if that was going to make it go faster.

She glanced over to the indicator right above the door, the numbers slowly inching towards the ground floor. Her foot kept directing her side to side in the elevator, a stressed back-and-forth pace she caught herself on all while she gripped the Beetlejuice 2 script right in her hands, the paper almost being punctured with holes and such.

Jenna could almost blame herself for this.

Actually, she does. She damned herself so much she wouldn't be surprised if she got hit by a bus, really.

It wasn't any other day you'd get a role in Beetlejuice, 2, might she add, and even landing the role of the daughter of Winona Ryder who is possibly one of the most outstanding actresses out there and a 90s icon.

And now she's just slightly fucking it up with first impressions with how she's atleast 10 minutes late to their set because she spent her entire night in reading and rereading the script over and over until she perfected her lines to the point it's probably better if she'd just make Beetlejuice herself.

When the doors slid open, Jenna bolted out until she made her way to the entrance, her hand tightly clutching that damn script and her other gripping the strap of her bag.

Fumbling with her phone to call an Uber, she couldn't help but grimace at the thousands upon thousands of texts saying that she was late and her alarm clocks repeatedly being turned on to snooze just minutes before.

Of course, this day of all days just so happened to be the day that the universe decided that it had a grudge on Jenna for whatever reason because all Ubers were somehow booked and it would probably take atleast 30 minutes for another one.

So, like the hardworking actress she is determined to get a first impression even with punctuality falling behind her, she ran.

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It wasn't long, thank-fucking-god, till Jenna got to set. She slowed her pace a little when she saw the cameras and people surrounding a particular area.

She took a moment to compose herself as she approached them, smoothing down her pants and fixing her hair all while she tried to catch her breath before possibly collapsing on the ground. The crew members spared her a glance, how comforting, even if they all had concerned looks on their faces.

Jenna always worked with such talented actors and directors, and now here she was working with Winona Ryder meanwhile she was looking like she ran a marathon on the side while going to set.

"You're here!" Winona called out, lowering the script in her hands while she offered a warm smile. "We almost thought there were some complications in your schedule."

The young actress offered a sheepish smile, embarrassment flowing in her mind as she offered a weak hand gesture. "I'm so sorry, all Ubers were somehow booked and I woke up late." She admitted before introducing herself. "I'm Jenna. Ortega." She added.

Winona chuckled, "No worries. The tech team is sorting out some equipment issues, so it's a bit of free time right now." She explained, offering a handshake. "Winona Ryder. Your mother. Well, on-screen." She joked while Jenna laughed with it.

"God, sorry if I look worn out. I really admire your work, it's all so amazing." Jenna took her hand, reciprocating the gesture. She was almost going to add something until a figure approached Winona, looking like a split-perfect resemblance of her. And oh how she did the fastest double-take in her whole life.

"Oh, right!" Winona pulled, possibly the most prettiest and gorgeous, girl Jenna has laid eyes on in her 21 years of continuous breathing by the shoulders and pushed her in front of the young actress. Now life without you suddenly looks like something she just completely wasted her precious time on.

Just by looking at Winona and how excitement reflected in her eyes, Jenna could tell how much she beamed with pride for her daughter; it made her heart swell.

"Meet my daughter, Y/n."

There were things Jenna should do when she meets someone. She introduces herself in a calm manner and maybe engage in some friendly talk with them whether if it's the most awkward-est thing in her life or one of the moments she'd like to spend forever in.

What she shouldn't do is slowly have a mid-introduction nosebleed, completely throw out the knowledge that she has the ability to speak and say words while her mouth is half-agape and her eyes wide and never blinking. This rule seems to be more strict when she's convinced she has met the love of your life.

It's safe to say that Jenna checked all the boxes on the latter.

Jenna met your gaze, and oh how that was the stupidest decision she had ever made in her entire life. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, breath caught in her throat, she tried to speak for a second but nothing came. It was like she was drowning but in the best way possible. And also falling head over heels in the worst way possible.

It's concerning how she almost wants to drop down and marry you on the spot; she's already rehearsing her vows inside her brain.

Jenna raised her hand, a shaky one at that, to offer a handshake. "I'm Jenny," she managed to squeak out, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at fumbling her own damn name. "I mean, Jenna! Sorry, not Jenny. I'm Jenna. Jenna Ortega." Oh, fuck, please just slit my throat already.

In every bad and awkward introduction, there's always someone from the other line slightly concerned but plays with it.

Your eyes crinkled, a bright sight to see that would put all sunrises to shame, and your lips parted like how the clouds part after a gloomy day, letting out a laugh that calmed Jenna's heart almost immediately. It was still running and skipping a fuck ton of beats per second, but your laugh seemed to warm it all.

"I'm Y/n, of course." You held Jenna's faltering eye contact as you reciprocated her gesture, "I'm really only here to accompany my mom," you explained. Please stay here forever. Better yet, be with me. Jenna almost said.

You shook her hand in the most softest way possible, her palm fitting right into yours. "Can't believe I met you, honestly." Jenna heard you mutter under your breath, a squeal following it.

Oh, if falling head over heels over you was a sin, she'd gladly be the epitome of something so mortal.

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And that was only a week ago. Just imagine how much internal panic she goes through whenever she sees you now.

Jenna repeatedly cursed under her breath, staring at the reflection of herself in the mirror as she gripped the cold parts of the sink, glaring at herself in complete thought.

Almost so serious as if her mind wasn't battling with something so completely stupid she'd rather drown in self-pity and misery.

Jenna Ortega, deemed as America's #1 IT girl who practically swooned all seven continents by now, almost had a near anaphylactic shock when her hand grazed over yours and how you gave her possibly the most sweetest and soul-crushing smile with that stupidest crinkle in your eye to ever exist on this damned earth, holy fuck.

Why should she be so head over heels for you?

She lowered her head in defeat, a heavy sigh escaping her as the same image of your smile flickered in her mind, and now a stupid grin from your stupid image graced her lips.

It was only a week in being on the Beetlejuice set, and she damn near lost her mind.

You were always there, well of course you were there since you were Winona Ryder's daughter, but she didn't expect to be so obsessed with you to the point she needs to go to the bathroom to silently scream whenever she hears or sees your intoxicating smile.

It's sweet. Almost endearing to her.

As if she even has the right to even think about you in that way.

Jenna stepped outside, patting her hands dry by the hem of her shirt. her name already being called out by the directors, their voices only getting louder and louder until it dwindled down to nothing and she could only assume that Winona stopped them, it was still her break after all. She was almost like a real mother to her, a comforting one at that.

She started to take a pattern in her steps before she saw you sitting on the railings of the trailer. More importantly, Jenna's trailer.

Okay, she shouldn't have seen this as a sign from the universe that you liked her back, but she did and that was all the hope that the fate or whatever deity could do because she was too desperate and too drunk on the lack of attention and attraction you were giving her.

But how could she not do that when you look so perfect just being... you? Being everything she wanted? Needed? Just being so damn perfect almost feels like Jenna could die.

"You like my daughter, don't you."

Jenna looked behind her, the sudden voice that crept being Winona, the mother of the daughter she had been smitten for, a noticeable faint smile on her lips. It was more of a statement than a question. A fact, really.

Jenna could almost deny it if it wasn't so accurate. But what was she supposed to say? "Yes, I do like your daughter, in fact, I love her so much I would absolutely give up my very career to buy her the most expensive wedding ring to ever be created from the hands of a human, or even a Greek God perhaps, to show that she owns my entire heart, body, and soul."

Panic was evident, Winona could clearly tell by the way Jenna looked like was scramming to think up of a half-assed excuse.

"Yes—I mean, not like like. I love her, really. She's talented, hardworking, and passionate in the things she talks about. But that's really it; I love Y/n, in a friendly way." Jenna stammered. Even if she was spouting complete lies and nonsense about how she doesn't have a massive crush on you, her gaze was stuck on, of course, you yourself.

Winona arched an eyebrow, "Jenna, I know when someone is horribly in love with my daughter and who’s not."

"The both of you were always somehow joined together, even if none of you were talking. You’re always finding a reason to bring her up in a conversation even if no one was even talking about her. Also, everyone takes notice of how your gaze was always focused on Y/n. Even on scene, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her for a second."

Yeah, that seems about right.

Jenna sighed, her line of sight never laying off of you. It's amazing how you still haven't noticed she and your mother was staring at you like a bunch of stalkers.

"Y/n deserves someone like her, someone in her league," she turned around, now walking in the opposite direction to her original one. She almost sounded like a teenage boy who realized they couldn't get with the popular girl. "She looks like someone even from the heavens above couldn’t fathom they created her from their own mind and hands."

Winona's expression softened as she caught up to Jenna, now walking beside her. "If you, The Jenna Ortega, fail to get her attention and love then it's all over for us." She never heard someone talk so romantic about her daughter, it's truly unfair how the ones who love the most always fall short.

Jenna's steps slowed, her body slumping against the fall as her gaze was fixed on the ground. God, why was she acting like this over you?

The young actress nodded, her hands going up to her face and sliding them down as she spoke, "She's like this incredible and unattainable dream you want to continue after you wake up, Winona." She mumbled through her hands, "Y/n's gorgeous, gentle, charming, and just… perfect." She let go of her face, her hands now on her sides. "It's intimidating just by looking at her, knowing she's the essence of beauty and perfection. Like, how do you compete with that? Overall be someone who she wants to stick by her side?"

The actress observed the young one, Jenna's head down and fidgeting with her rings. Winona could almost say that this was the most vulnerable sight she ever saw from her. "You don't have to match her perfection, let alone measure yourself up to that; you just need to be the missing piece she didn't know she needed. "

Jenna took a deep breath, her head slowly rising, "I just don't want to mess it up. She deserves someone as awesome as her, and if she ever likes me back, I'm afraid of waking up and realizing I'm not enough for her to be someone she loves."

Winona tilted her head, crossing her arms, "Tell you what, I don't know much about my daughter now. She's not closed off, but she isn't open either." She could see how Jenna flicked her head upwards, listening attentively. "But I do know that she's been watching all of your movies and shows up to this point."

Jenna's eyes widened in surprise. She doesn't wanna take any risks, but she doesn't wanna lose any chances either. "She... she has?"

Winona nodded, a soft and warm smile playing on her lips, just like the one you always have if not more comforting.

"I could never hear the end of it. She says you have this genuine charm whenever you speak, you're calm but you're also being true to yourself. Y/n admires you so much, I almost get sick of it," she laughed that pulled a chuckle from Jenna. "You're perfect in her eyes, but that's not what she likes about you. She likes you because you're authentic, yourself." She reached out for Jenna's shoulders, giving it a reassuring squeeze, "I'll be your wingman. I'm sure you're the perfect girl for my daughter."

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And that was maybe two to three months ago.

Now Jenna's thinking that you might be the most oblivious person to ever roam this entire globe. She's been dropping hints everywhere you go and you still wouldn't catch up that she has feelings for you!

Ever since Jenna got into Winona's wing, she knew everything that makes you happy. Your music taste, what type of flowers you like, what type of outings you like, clothes, scents, foods, colors, even legos, just basically everything under the sun she gave to you within a heartbeat.

Jenna gives you flowers everyday, hell even bouquets if she's feeling fancy. Reads and writes you letters, and ever since Winona gave her your number, she's been sending you voicemails of your favorite songs every morning as some goodmorning text. She's been nothing but romantic to you! Was she just missing something?

The only thing that really progressed was something of strangers to friends. The two of you were as close as ever to the point if one of you were needed, somebody probably would need to surgically remove both of you.

But that was it! No nothing, just friends. It was selfish for Jenna to want something more when she has the love of her life close to her as a friend, sure, but she needed just a little bit more before she mentally goes insane.

"I mean, come on!" Jenna complained to Winona, sitting across from the other chair just right beside her trailer, script in her hands but she was paying more attention to Jenna. "Flowers, letters, voicemails… I'm practically screaming 'I like you' at this point." She slumped over the table, "or maybe she's just really ignoring them."

"I think you're thinking too deeply, Jenna," Winona stated, looking over to somewhere far, "maybe you should confess. She's right there."

Jenna was about to stand up and say it all out and die in a hole if she gets rejected until she realized you were wearing something so... fucking gorgeous? stunning? breathtaking? ethereal? She needed a stronger word than all words combined.

It wasn't your everyday casual wear, in fact, it was something you'd wear to go on a date. A date that meant something, a date that you'd go with another person and to confess their love.

Oh, don't fucking tell her she was too slow to confess and some random dude confessed earlier.

"I don't..." Jenna stammered, she could sense that agonizing feeling of her heart sinking, a stinging pain but it was mixed with immense pressure, like she was almost drowning. "I don't really think it's the right time."

Winona let out a sympathetic sigh, "she did tell me that she was going somewhere important." She waved in your direction, grabbing your attention. "Y/n!"

Jenna didn't know it was possible to drown without having any bodies of water near you, now she was fully experiencing it by how her heart sank even further as she heard Winona's words.

She shouldn't be surprised, after all, somebody actually had the guts and mindset to actually confess to you personally without having to hide behind a facade and without having to drop a fuck ton of hints instead of saying it out loud.

It stung. Thinking that someone out there was that one for you. And how that someone was never Jenna. But it was sweet. She winced.

Jenna couldn't shake the pang and sting of disappointment as she watched to walk over to Winona, a smile on your lips like you've met the most wonderful person to ever be in your life. She couldn't read if it was real, and she hoped to God it was fake.

"What's with the get-up?" Winona asked, standing up while giving Jenna the look.

"Going on a date with this guy, he asked me." You smiled, yet again, but it was even brighter.

Yeah, she figured. When did she even assume that you liked women anyway?

"Can I borrow your car, mom, please?" You asked of her, your puppy eyes going in action while you mentally crossed your fingers.

Jenna wasn't the one to brag, but she could drive a car! Not that idiot guy who couldn't even take whatever vehicle to fetch her as a nice gesture. Hell, it was a date for godsakes!

Winona sighed, glancing between Jenna and you. "Sure, you can borrow the car," she stated before digging into her pockets and fetching her car keys, plotting it down to your hands, "but make sure to bring it back in one piece."

Jenna bit her lip, suppressing the urge to completely pull herself out of her chair and scream 'I love you so goddamn much, Y/n! Can't you see I'm the one for you and not some guy who couldn't even go the mile to drive you to the damn date!?' But no. Instead, she stayed in her seat, nodded as a goodbye, and forced yet another smile.

"Thanks for the flowers by the way, Jenna! I should really pay you back sometime." You chuckled, before hugging her head as your way of goodbye. "I'll tell you all about it when I get home."

"Don't worry about the flowers. No need to pay me back," Jenna replied, doing her damn best to keep her tone light and her knuckles not so light. As you hugged her, Jenna couldn't help but savor the moment, imagining that it wasn't a goodbye to go off on some date with some random dude but rather a lovely gesture. "I'll be waiting to hear all about it."

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That was atleast three to five hours ago.

Jenna never knew how a 2$ caesar salad bought from a suspicious vendor on the sidewalks could be so depressing but still mock her on how she just lost the love of her life to someone who actually had the guts to confess until she actually experienced it.

It was a slow day on set. Probably because it was already so late at night. There were still some scenes being recorded, but most of it was Winona's.

So along those hours when Jenna wasn't with you or she couldn't text you through the phone, all she could really do was stare from afar and hope that you'd magically have some miraculous change of mind mid-date and maybe you'll soon believe and realize Jenna was the one for you after all.

Of course, life wasn't like a damn movie and that damn date was still going to happen no matter what she does.

Winona sat beside Jenna, offering a sympathetic look at how Jenna was poking around her lettuce. "You know that's her quote-on-quote I don't really give two shits outfit but I still need to look good for a requirement that is people's feelings."

Jenna let go of her fork, damn even it looked sad. "But she looks beautiful."

Winona could almost roll her eyes if not for the young actress wallowing in her own thoughts. "It's because you're head over heels for her, Jenna. She could wear some obnoxious color-clashing clothes and she'd still look like a goddess for you."

Jenna sighed, picking up her fork again and halfheartedly stabbing a folded lettuce leaf. "I mean, don't you?" she asked, glancing at Winona. "You're her mother."

Winona shrugged, "Her clothes, her choice, but I still absolutely would not." She laughed, and her smile brightened when Jenna allowed a smile to crack through her lips.

Jenna could almost face-plant herself into the salad bowl if not for a notification pinging in Winona's phone. A notification that Winona only applied for you.

"...Or you could tell her that she's much better off with you rather than some guy that stood her up." Winona showed the phone to Jenna, your message illuminating on the screen.

y/n

mom can u pick me up? karaoke room 217 stood up on me lol come quick, pls. thx

Jenna would've been lying if she said she wasn't jumping, screaming, throwing up in literal joy.

Well, of course, she was mad that you of all people were stood up, but she was semi-glad that you were.

Jenna's urgency was visible as she scrambled to get out of her seat, grabbing her bag with such hast and making a sudden beeline for the exit.

"Tell her that you can't go! I wanna surprise her," She yelled to Winona, her excitement in her voice echoing through the room. It's almost weird and insane how happy she was about how you were stood up.

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You waited for 2 hours.

It wasn't disappointing. You already knew it was just some sort of dare or a prank that one of his friends pulled, but you showed up anyway. Not like because you wanted to play with his feelings; you couldn't do that if you didn't have any.

In fact, you had feelings for Jenna.

Ever since she showed up on your screen, she was the only actress you could ever think about. She was charming, alluring, the only person who could make the daylight so dark if her smile was out of place.

You didn't know her, personally then, but you loved her. You were willing to start wars with the world, may it be against you or may all odds and fate oppose you, you’d do everything for her even if it kills you to be someone who would take all her hidden suffering and plead for tears with your palms locked and thrown away.

And now that you were working with her on set, you couldn't help but be someone you're not. All thanks to you and your mother on reluctantly giving up on the idea of not bringing you to set. You wanted to confess, you really did. It was just a silly little crush like you'd always have but this one with Jenna seemed real and your life would've ended if your feelings were rejected.

Though, even after all that, Jenna was the one you wanted to be with. The one you hoped would walk through that damn door and hug you until your worries and thoughts all disappeared, only met with her voice and her comforting arms.

That would've been a fleeting memory, wishful thinking. That is until the very girl that made you go insane rushed into the room.

What the fuck.

She was exhausted, you could tell by her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of her; looking like she had gone the extra mile and maybe even drove a car on the way instead of running, just to be there with you. You could almost start laughing and be that snarky person you've always been to her if not for everything else fading into the background until Jenna was the only one left.

Without hesitation, she pulled you into a tight embrace, wrapping her arms around your body as she tightened the hug as if you'd die if she ever let go of your body. The warmth of her touch, the comfort in her soul, and her very being brought something so grand as you hugged her back. You feared that letting go would mean losing her forever, and she thought the same way.

"I love you." She murmured on your shoulders, closing her eyes. You notice how her voice cracked with vulnerability and almost sorrow as you tightened your hold on her.

"I love you," she whispered yet again, as if you didn't hear her the firs time. "I love you, I love you, I just love you." She dug her head under your neck, her breath warm on your skin as you waited for her to finish.

You could feel Jenna's heartbeat against your chest, fast and beating while it synced with your own. "I love you, Y/n. You don’t know how many lifetimes I would kill myself for you to look into my soul, everything beneath, and even the darkest parts of my heart so then you’ll see how I perceive you to be everything I look for. I can't understand how you don't understand how much you mean to me. How much your laughter was something I didn't know would be the cure to whatever terminal illness I had in life, your actions being my motivation, your soul being my guiding light, and your smile being something so bright that not even the sun could beat its glory."

Jenna slowly pulled away from you, her eyes searching yours for a reaction. The room was always so silent, but it never felt like it was the funeral of sound itself.

"I'm sorry—That—That wasn't... I didn't—" she stammered, her body already getting up and pulling away from you.

Gently, you reached out and cupped her face with your hands, your thumbs brushing away the newly formed tears that had welled up in her eyes and dripped from her cheeks. You could feel the warmth of her skin beneath your touch, her freckles, and everything that made Jenna her was right beneath your palm. You want nothing but to cherish it.

You couldn't think of a reply. You could, but it would never beat the confession Jenna had for you. It was more than a mere confession, but something out of a book that would put every writer to shame.

"Is this okay?" Your eyes searched for Jenna's consent in hers as you leaned in ever so slightly, her breath lingering on your skin until Jenna's lips met yours in a hesitant, gentle kiss. The touch of her soft lips against yours sent a shiver down your spine, her hands coming up to cradle your face as she melted into you while your own hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.

Life felt like something you wasted without her lips touching yours. How you felt everything and how you were everything under her soft touch, her presence. It was if every moment before her had been leading to this one. Every heartbeat, every breath, every time you've experienced something happy, sad, or even something conflicted was building up to the moment your lips finally met hers. You felt whole, alive, reassured, and comforted.

Her touch felt like a warm embrace from something so indestructible, a star so far away that only you could see it shine from afar but yet you could feel every inch of its presence.

Then it stopped. The both of you pulled back.

But your heart never did.

"You know I asked for your mom to be my wingman."

"Please don't destroy this moment we have by mentioning my mom, Jenna. I'm serious."

Jenna chuckled, her eyes twinkling, "give her some credit. I never would've confessed to you without her."

You couldn't help but smile, realizing she was still the Jenna you fell in love with. "I guess, but I don't really want to talk about my mom after I just got stood up and then kissed the girl I love."

Jenna's chuckle turned into a soft giggle, her hand finding it's way to your palm as she intertwined her fingers with yours. "Also, for the record, that guy was an idiot."

You nodded after shared laughter. With everything that's going around between the two of you, you almost miss how Winona arrived just in time. Standing by the door with a smile on her face.

But even with Jenna's hand over yours, she'd still fall head over heels for you.

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just some fuckass aftermath dialogues:

W: "You finally confessed." J: "Did she tell you?" W: "Well for one she's been awfully cheery and gave me a questioning I love you mom and offered me to go shopping with her."

#releasethetimebombcut

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Mary Ann x fem!reader

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Song: Friday I'm in Love - The Cure Summary: After the events of the failed Pet Wash, Mary Ann gets slightly jealous and R reminisces. Warnings: fem!reader, green-dyed pets, Mary Ann being jealous, adorable, fluffy, no animals were harmed in the making of this one-shot (green dye), is much more different than I had imagined in my mind Requested by: Requested Words: 3.8k

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It was green.

Everywhere your eyes landed as you seemed to turn in a full circle as if in slow motion, was green. You had no clue how they managed to turn Princess Flufferina green or how they did the same to the dog, rabbit, pig and bird but they had all become the vivid colour of green, their colours or lack thereof being completely blended into green.

You looked down at Princess Flufferina in your arms, your eyebrows furrowed. You could've sworn, bet your life on it that she had been a beautiful snow white only a moment ago. You were certain that she hadn't had a speck of colour on her fur, besides the small particles of dirt. You took a moment to glance towards Mary Ann, who had now begun leaning backwards on her heels, looking anywhere but at you. Alfalfa doing the same when your eyes landed on him, but unlike Mary Ann, he had been covered in the dye himself.

The silence was almost deafening as you looked back down at the now green cat, "I was gone for five minutes, how did this happen?" Your glare made its way to Spanky as your index finger now pointed in his direction, your voice coming out sharp, "What did you do?"

Spanky glanced behind him, before pointing towards himself as his eyes returned to yours, "Me?" Spanky's voice squeaked as he lifted his hands in surrender, the hands that were conveniently covered entirely in the evidence, "What makes you think it was me?" You raised an eyebrow at the vivid colour that seemed to stain his hands, causing him to quickly put them behind his back as he smiled innocently, before his eyes settled onto Mary Ann, his face now that of a pleading child.

You were quick to deposit Princess Flufferina into Mary Ann's arms, pointing towards all the animals in the garage's proximity, "Now I ask again Spanky," you glare at the boy fiercely, "What did you do?"

The boy looked away his voice becoming small, "Someone, and I'm not naming names, may have added green dye instead of soap."

"Would that someone happen to be... Oh, I don't know," You stalked closer, pretending to think of the matter, as you tapped your chin before you crossed your arms completely, a glare still adorning your face, "You?"

"Maybe..." Spanky avoided eye contact, afraid of being turned into stone from the fierce glare he was receiving, before squeaking out, "Yes."

You had always been the oldest rascal, having been a year older than the others since you had started school a year later than all the other kids. Your first ever friend had been Mary Ann, who had despite your usual standoffish personality, continued her endeavour to be your friend, which in terms made you closer with the rest of the rascals who were all too happy to have another rascal in their midst, even if you were a bit bossy at times.

Spanky closed his eyes at your potential rath, Alfalfa taking a step back. You had always felt the need to be the responsible one in the group, especially when it came to ideas presented by Spanky, most of his ideas seemingly ending in trouble, the kind that you always had to fix.

You glanced at Mary Ann, who was petting the cat in her arms, causing you to sigh softly, your eyes returning to the slightly frightened boy. "Firestar better not have a speck of green on his orange fur Spanky or so help me god," Your eyes narrowed, "Now where is he?"

The cat purred as it made its way up to you. You were quick to gently pick him up observing every inch of his orange fur for any green dye, before sighing in relief, which in terms made Spanky reciprocate the action. The orange cat snuggling closer into your arms, as your hold seemed to slacken, "See he's perfectly fine," Spanky inputted as he cleared his throat.

You glared at him slightly, your glare less deadly than before, now that you knew Firestar hadn't suffered from Spanky's obviously failed pet wash. "You got lucky," you shook your head in disapproval, "If there had been a speck of green on him, I would've had no problem making you disappear.", You rolled your eyes when he seemed to gulp fearfully, "You better take responsibility for all of this, because I certainly had nothing to do with it."

Spanky relaxed as he sighed heavily, "Fine." Pouting but also relieved he didn't get the whole lecture that he usually got when he did anything wrong, which happened most of the time. He never minded your bossy attitude, even if he never told you so, it kept him grounded, especially when all he did was make stupid choices, that usually got the other rascals into trouble. He liked the fact that even though you knew they were going to lead to nothing but chaos, you would still follow, even if he had a feeling it was only because Mary Ann was involved.

You gently placed Firestar on the ground, the ginger cat prancing directly towards Mary Ann as she continued to pet Princess Flufferina. It was a sight you liked seeing, the way the orange cat never seemed to go to anyone else, your lips twitching in what appeared to be a smile.

Mary Ann seemed to relax at that, as you patted Spanky's shoulder softly before making your way over to her, her dimples showing as she smiled at you. You stuck out a hand as you closed the distance, poking one of her cheeks, the temptation to touch one of her dimples becoming too much, the giggle you elicited from her being all too worth it.

"It's time to face the music," you said as you bent down to stroke Firestar's fur, as the orange cat began to purr. You looked back towards Spanky as you spoke, the boy digging his shoes into the ground, with his arms crossed and a frown on his face. "The worst thing they'll do is most likely ask for their money back." You gave a reassuring smile.

Spanky groaned at that, "There goes the money for Grandma's bakery."

You smiled sadly in return, "Don't beat yourself up," You sighed, feeling a warm hand begin to stroke your hair as you made to get up, only to meet Mary Ann's eyes, "I have faith we will find a way to save it." You smiled softly at the girl.

Mary Ann smiled in return as she leaned in to kiss you on the cheek, "I have faith in us also." Your cheeks heated up at the gesture, the dimples of her smile making your cheeks heat up even more.

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The pet owners were most definitely not satisfied with the new makeover their pets had received. You witnessed it from your position inside the house, your back leaning against the closed door, each kid walking up and getting their now green animal. Mary Ann stood directly beside you, Princess Flufferina still in her arms purring softly, Firestar was rubbing his orange fur directly against your left leg, repeating the process again and again as he purred. Alfalfa and Spanky were in complete panic as they occupied the makeshift counter of their 'business'.

"Come back," Spanky begged as he looked around at the abundance of unsatisfied customers making their departure, "If you don't like green, we can make them any colour you want."

"I don't they wanted them dyed at all..." You grumbled, receiving a slight elbow to the ribs from Mary Ann causing you to wince and rub the spot she had elbowed softly.

Darla had finally made her way to the stand, looking directly at Alfalfa in exasperation "Alfalfa," the boy's eyes widened at his obvious crush, "What happened to you?"

"Oh, just been working hard," his voice trembled in slight panic and nervousness.

Darla smiled with a pep in her step as she looked at the two boys, "I'm here to pick up Princess Flufferina, is she ready?"

"Ehhh, sure..." Alfalfa replied, sharing a look with Spanky as he panicked, before his eyes returned to hers, "And wait until you see her exciting new look."

Darla's smile immediately dropped as wariness took over her features, "What new look."

You took a deep breath as you stopped leaning your back on the door, reaching for the handle, "She's going to have a heart attack," You quickly tugged softly on one of Mary Ann's braids as you gave a nervous smile, "Prepare your ears."

"Let's hope it isn't that bad," Mary Ann whispered, reciprocating your nervous smile in reassurance. You twisted the door handle, pulling the door open for Mary Ann, allowing her to step out first, Firestar following suit as you walked out the door next. "Here you go, one Princess Flufferoni," You felt it coming before it even happened as you covered Mary Ann's ears, as Darla looked at her cat in complete shock, screaming at the top of her lungs; loud enough to make yours and potentially everyone in the proximity of the neighbourhoods, eardrums nearly burst at the octave you thought was impossible for any human to go.

You rubbed your face before chuckling nervously as her scream finally finished, your hands detached from their place against Mary Ann's ears, "It isn't that bad."

"Isn't that bad?!" she yelled exasperated, motioning towards the cat, "She's green!"

You grinned in mock confidence, "Yeah, but doesn't that just make her unique?" you tried to convince, leaning forward with an elbow on the counter you had found yourself against, "I mean who else can say they have a green cat?"

Spanky nodded his head, "Yep and it's all thanks to me" he smiled as he observed Darla who was now looking at him, "Doesn't she look good?"

Your eyes turned sharp in an instant as they landed on him, "Spanky," your voice coming out low, "That isn't what I meant when I said take responsibility."

"Fine." He pouted, crossing his arms sulkily.

"As I was saying," you put your focus back onto Darla, your grin returning, "Imagine how jealous your friends will be when they see you have a green cat, and they don't." You scratched behind Princess Flufferina's ears softly before lifting her out of Mary Ann's arms, who seemed to be reluctant to give her to you as she seemed to be slightly glaring at Darla, Firestar seeming to do the same thing as Mary Ann bent down to pick him up now that her arms had become free.

"You might be right," Darla was deep in thought as she observed her cat.

"Not might, I am," You pushed forward, handing the cat back carefully, the grin never leaving your face as you tried to convince her, "They're all going to want a green cat for themselves after they see Princess Flufferina."

Darla nodded her head, a bright smile now taking over her face, "You're right," she rubbed the cat's green fur, her eyes shining now that they met yours again, "Thank you, Y/N" She leaned forward and placed a kiss on your cheek as she smiled. You heard a slight hiss in the background, as your cheeks heated up. It didn't help that Mary Ann was the only person to ever kiss you on the cheek. "I'll definitely come back soon." Darla batted her eyes at you.

You felt yourself be pulled back roughly, the hand on your arm sending a shiver down your spine, only for your eyes to meet the glare of Mary Ann as you seemed to turn. Her glare hadn't been directed at you, but Darla whose eyes looked at the hand on your arm, meeting Mary Ann's glare with one of her own. You would've called Mary Ann's glare adorable if it hadn't been for the palpable tension in the area. "Or don't come back at all."

The hold on your arm stopped you from stepping back from the tension emitting off the two girls, Darla's smile turning sickeningly sweet, "I bet Y/N would like me to come back," she turned back to batting her eyelashes at you, "Wouldn't you?"

You looked between them both with a gulp, "I-"

The hand on your arm moving down to your hand squeezing it stopped your words. Mary Ann seemed to step forward in front of you as Darla and she squared off. "There really isn't any point," Firestar was being held in only one of Mary Ann's arms at this point as if he was also a part of the battle, with what looked like a scowl on his own face, as he hissed towards the other girl. "She'll be too busy to even talk with you." The devilish smile took over her face as she spoke.

Darla scowled at that, Alfalfa and Spanky backing away from the group, not wanting to be in the middle. "I think she can speak for herself," Darla's glare turned deadly, and her attention moved back towards you as she smiled, "Can't you Y/N?"

You cleared your throat, "She's right though, Darla," you scratched the back of your neck with your unoccupied hand, "I usually am busy running errands and making sure things go right."

Darla pouted at that, "Well that's a shame," she then thought for a moment, "Maybe we can hang out by ourselves another time then".

Mary Ann's hand tightened around yours as she gritted her teeth, "I'm sure Alfalfa is free to hang out with you," she then looked towards the boy in question, "Isn't that, right?"

He chuckled nervously at that, "Yeah, of course" he blushed, "I'm always free."

Darla reluctantly agreed with a roll of her eyes, before seeming to storm off with Princess Flufferina in her arms.

"Not even a goodbye, how rude" Spanky grumbled.

You raised an eyebrow, "You did kind of turn her cat green."

Spanky let out an exaggerated sigh, "What are we going to do"

"You mean about Grandma's bakery?" You frowned.

Spanky seemed to reciprocate the expression, "Yeah."

You knew how he felt, being as upset as the rest of them when it came to Grandma potentially losing the bakery. So you did the only thing you thought to do, you smiled softly, "We'll figure it out," you then paused, "Just no more green pets."

Spanky nodded his head, Mary Ann started to lean her head on your shoulder, and Firestar curled up in her free arm as she stood next to you. "We can figure it out in the treehouse later."

Spanky rose a brow at Mary Ann, "Why not now?"

"I think I've seen enough green today, and Alfalfa is covered in it" You grimaced as you motioned towards the boy who still had green dye all over him.

Mary Ann began pulling you towards her home, as you said goodbye to the other rascals. "You're sleeping over tonight remember?"

You chuckled as you smiled the bright smile that was only reserved for her. "How could I forget?" You let her pull, following her lead every step of the way. You hadn't noticed when Firestar had been let down, as he seemed to follow the both of you. You did notice when she seemed to use her now free hand to wipe your cheek with concentration, receiving a smile from you.

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You looked around Mary Ann's room, the orange cat making himself at home on her bed, curling up comfortably. It hadn't been the first time you had been here, sleepovers remaining a constant action in your friendship with her.

Your fingers seemed to trail across the abundance of plush toys that seemed to litter the head of the bed, your eyes catching on to one in particular. Your fingers brushed it, before grabbing a hold of the small polar bear.

It still looked brand new even though you had won it for her a few years ago. You remembered the day like it was yesterday, it was the day that you had made her smile, a smile so beautiful that it would forever cloud your mind.

"I'm never going to win this," Mary Ann grumbled sulkily as she tried the claw machine again, tongue poking out slightly, the arcade they were in already bustling with the sound of people playing other games.

You stood beside her, watching as she tried and failed to capture the polar bear plush that seemed to escape her grasp. "Don't say that," you smiled softly at her, "my mamma always tells me that I should never give up, and that if I wish for something hard enough. Then I'll be able to catch it."

Mary Ann smiled slightly, "Does your mom actually believe that?"

"I mean, I don't think she would've told me it if she didn't" You scratch the back of your neck nervously.

She laughed softly, before going back to the machine and putting another quarter into it, before having another go. It was so close, the way the claw captured its target. Mary Ann's eyes brightened as it slowly came towards the exit, before it dropped back into the pile of other plush toys, leaving her to groan.

Mary Ann pouted, "This is stupid".

You just stood there watching and supporting her as she used quarter after quarter to try to win the polar bear. By her last quarter, it had already hit the afternoon, having been there since morning trying to capture the plush that you assumed just didn't want to be caught.

It was already time for her parents to arrive and pick her up, so instead of leaving with the bear, she left sad and with a dejected look on her face as she sighed, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she left with them.

A look of determination seemed to take over your features as you pulled out your allowance and put a quarter into the machine. You spent hours, trying and failing to get the plush, you knew that these machines were rigged, it felt almost impossible. It didn't deter you as you prayed upon your final quarter.

It popped into the machine with a 'clang', your hand shaking as you placed it on the joystick. You took a deep breath to calm your shaking nerves. The claw began to move as you tried getting it into the perfect position, it was in slow motion as you pressed the button and the claw began descending, capturing its target in what seemed to be a loose grip.

The polar bear shook in the claw's clutches, seemingly on the verge of falling, your heart was in your throat as you watched it slowly make its way to the exit point. Your breath had caught, the claw getting ever so close. The plush dropped.

You were on the verge of screaming in happiness, tears welling up in your eyes as you grabbed the plush from the prize flap. You hugged it close to you, ecstatic that after hours you had finally caught it. You were grinning like a complete idiot as you waited for your parents to finally arrive.

Rain was pelting outside as you held the plush under your jacket. Your smile didn't seem to drop as you hopped into the car making sure to hold the Polar bear incredibly close as you asked if your parents could drive you to Mary Ann's quickly. It took a little convincing as you explained that you just wanted to give her the plush as soon as you could.

It didn't take long, her home came into view as you got out of the car quickly, running out to knock on the front door. It wasn't Mary Ann who opened the door though, it was her mother, your mother who had caught up behind you and was quick to apologise.

You waited as Mary Ann's mother let you both in and out of the rain, your smile grew bigger as you caught sight of her, a look of confusion on her face as she saw you there and not understanding why you had been grinning so big, but it had felt infectious as a smile seemed to take over her face too as she ran and hugged you.

"I got you something" You pulled away from the hug.

She smiled in confusion, "What?"

You pulled the plush out from your slightly soaked jacket, presenting the polar bear to her. You watched her reaction closely, as tears of happiness seemed to begin forming in her eyes. "Think of it as an early birthday present" your voice shook nervously.

"You got this for me?" the dimples came out as her grin grew bigger.

"I don't like seeing you sad," you expressed as you pushed the polar bear into her arms, "It makes me sad".

"I wasn't sad" Mary Ann mumbled, rolling her eyes as you raised an eyebrow at her.

You watched as she examined the polar bear closely, before tackling you to the ground with a laugh as if she didn't mind the fact that you had been previously soaked by the rain. But you didn't seem to mind either as you looked up, it was the smile that you had hoped for, how the dimples were almost so pokable, you loved that smile. It was the brightest smile you had ever seen, and to you it was beautiful.

You heard the door open as you looked up at Mary Ann coming back into the room, "Do you think my mamma was right?"

Mary Ann tilted her head in question, "About what?"

"That if I wish for something hard enough, that I'll be able to catch it." You questioned with a small smile.

"I think it depends on what you want to catch," she replied with a smile of her own.

You smiled as if you had a secret, an answer to that question as you stared at her dimply smile. The one that if you could, you would capture it, because it was beautiful and one you hoped you could watch forever. And so, you wished and hoped that maybe one day you could. Capture it in a moment and keep it forever close. You hoped that the smile she presented to you would forever be reserved only for you.

You watched her as she petted Firestar gently, the ginger cat purring and melting into her hand, a sight that you had always enjoyed. Your eyes shone brightly as they admired the girl.

"I think I've already caught it."

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Jamie Speaks:

Mary Ann is just the cutest.

since it's canon that wednesday has been down bad for enid since day 1

the texts are from Wednesday: A Novelization of Season One by Tehlor Kay Mejia (official, licensed by netflix)

Divine enters the dorm, her arms laden with snacks. Yoko and Bianca are watching as Enid studies Wednesday with an intensity.

Divina: I’m back! How is she? Still out there? *passes out snacks*

Yoko: Yuh huh. She finally stopped trying to lick the nail polish.

Bianca: We also figured out that she got into the shroom chocolates.

Divina: Oh no! How many did she have?

Bianca: *holds up an empty sandwich bag*

Divina: *winces* Suck.

Enid: I… I don’t get it. I can hear the colors. Yoko sounds red, Vina’s blue, and B’s purple… but you, Willa? You just sound… bold.

Wednesday: My color shifts in regards to your viewing mode. White if in dark mode, black otherwise. It eludes your senses by the very nature of being the default text color.

Everyone stares at Wednesday in stunned silence. She pointedly looks off to the side.

Wednesday: I also may have partaken in those chocolates.

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