#jenna ortega one shots

[greynatomy]

Valentine

Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Wrote this in like half an hour. Also, Jake is just a name I chose.

Let me know what you think!

-grey

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Late in the morning, Jenna is home alone when a knock on the door pulls her attention away from the show she’s watching from the comfort of her bed.

“I’ll be right there.”

She gets out from under the covers and walks out to the front door, not caring that she was still in pajamas. Opening the door, she sees someone she wasn’t expecting to be on the other side.

“Jake? What are you doing here?”

“Uh, well, I wanted to ask you something. Can I come in?” Without waiting for an answer, he steps into the house. Taken aback, Jenna just moves out of the way and closes the door, moving to the kitchen where Jake follows.

“Again, what are you doing here?”

“Well, since it’s Valentine’s Day…” He walks closer to Jenna , but she walks around the kitchen island to put some space in between them. “… and I wanted to know if you had any plans later cause if not, would you wanna get dinner with me.”

Now, Jenna was speechless. She finally notices the teddy bear and heart shaped chocolate box. Basic. She thought. Jenna opens her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the front door opening and fast footsteps running in the house.

A little boy, looking around three years old, can be seen running around holding a bouquet of an assortment of flowers. The boy is looking for someone, finally seeing Jenna, his face lights up and runs towards her.

“Happy Batine!” He says holding up the flowers.

Cooing, Jenna gently grabs the flowers to smells them, putting them down on the counter. Then she bends down, picking the boy up, cuddling him close.

“I love them. Thank you so much sweetie.”

“Welcome!” He says, looking at Jenna with a proud look.

A while later, they hear the front door close and this time slower footsteps are heard.

“Elias? Where’d you go bud?” A voice asks.

“Papa! I Batine!”

“What? I was gonna ask her to be my Valentine!” You day, reaching out to tickle his tummy. “Hello, my love.” You say, bending down to greet Jenna, with a kiss.

“Hi, honey.”

“I got this new ice cream flavor cause they didn’t have what we wanted…”

As this is all happening, Jake was pushed away, seemingly forgotten about by Jenna and not given any attention by the others so he clears his throat.

“Oh!” Jenna exclaims, pulling away from you, still holding Elias. “Sorry, Jake. Forgot you were here at all.” He smiles awkwardly at her.

“Who dat?” Elias asks.

“That’s just someone Mama used to work with.” She exclaims. This makes Jake’s eyes grow even bigger than they already are.

“K.” He replies, snuggling into Jenna’s neck.

“Have you thought about what I asked.” Jake asks, completely ignoring the fact that Jenna was taken and her partner and apparent child is next to her.

“I didn’t have to think about it at all, the answer was gonna be no straight away.” Jenna says straightforwardly, taking him off guard.

“What? Why?” Still insisting, he tries to walk towards her, but you step in before he does so.

“Look, dude. She said no, so take the obvious hint and leave.”

“Who even are you?” Was asked with attitude.

“Her husband, now leave our house before I physically do it for you.”

Jake looks at Jenna, hoping she would say something, but she just stares at him with a blank look. Finally getting the hint he leaves, making sure to slam the door.

“He always asks me out that I usually just walk away from him.”

“Well, let’s forget about that and go back to our bedroom for some family valentine snuggles.”

“Sounds perfect.”

[huntfeld]

Doctor's Orders

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Tara visits the ER after punching Gale, where her longtime friend and doctor tends to her injured hand, and their undeniable chemistry grows stronger.

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The ER was quieter now, the usual chaos of the night shift slowly winding down. You were just finishing up some paperwork when a familiar face appeared by the entrance. Tara Carpenter. She was leaning slightly to one side, her hand cradled against her chest. You could tell she was trying to hide the wince on her face.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “So, let me guess,” you said with a smirk. “You finally gave Gale Weathers a piece of your mind?”

Tara met your gaze, a sheepish grin tugging at her lips. “Let’s just say I may have thrown a punch… and my hand is paying the price for it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, your eyes glinting with amusement. “Tara Carpenter throwing a punch? I’m shocked,” you teased, stepping closer. “Alright, come on. Let’s get that hand checked out.”

“Can’t believe you’re going to play doctor with me again,” she muttered, rolling her eyes, but you both knew she wasn’t pulling away. It was typical Tara—tough on the outside, but softening in front of you. She trusted you in a way she didn’t with most people, and that had always made your connection different.

As you led her down the hallway, you couldn't ignore the tension that lingered between you. It had always been there—subtle at first, then growing more obvious with every lingering touch, every shared laugh, every stolen glance. You both danced around it, not fully acknowledging it, but it was always there.

You guided her into a small, private exam room, the sterile lights overhead contrasting with the warmth of her presence. She hopped up onto the exam table, wincing slightly as her hand flared in pain.

“Let’s get this over with, Doctor,” she said, trying to act unaffected, but her eyes softened as she looked at you.

“Trust me, I take my job very seriously,” you replied, unable to hide the playful grin tugging at your lips. You grabbed an ice pack and carefully pressed it against her bruised knuckles. Her breath hitched at the cool pressure, but she didn’t pull away.

“Doesn’t look too bad,” you said, gently inspecting her hand. The way her fingers curled around yours, though, sent a wave of warmth through you. It was hard to ignore the way she looked at you, her gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips, as if the world outside the room had disappeared.

“Good thing you’re here,” she murmured, her voice soft, teasing. “I might’ve been forced to go to someone else if you didn’t show up.”

You smiled, noticing the way her cheeks flushed slightly at the hint of something more in her tone. “Well, I’m honored you trust me to take care of you,” you said, keeping your voice light. But as you finished adjusting the ice pack, your hand lingered near hers, the touch lingering a little longer than necessary.

There was a moment of silence—an almost electric stillness in the room. You both stared at each other, the air heavy with something unspoken, something that had always been there, but neither of you had been brave enough to acknowledge.

“You know, it’s not just anyone I’d let touch me like that,” Tara said, breaking the silence. She was half-smiling now, her eyes dancing with mischief.

You laughed, leaning closer without thinking. “Well, you’re lucky I’m a good doctor then,” you teased. You could feel the heat rising between you both, the playful banter transforming into something else entirely. There was something raw in her eyes now, something that mirrored the unspoken tension that had been brewing between you for so long.

She shifted slightly on the table, her breath hitching as she took a step closer. “Maybe you’re not just a good doctor, though,” she whispered, voice barely above a breath. “Maybe I need a different kind of prescription.”

Before you could respond, Tara’s hand reached up, gently cupping your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin. For a second, time seemed to slow as your heart skipped a beat. You could feel her breath on your lips, warm and soft, a gentle pull drawing you closer.

And then, without warning, she closed the distance.

Her lips were soft against yours, tentative at first, but the moment they touched, the world seemed to fall away. It wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t shy either. It was a kiss full of everything you’d both been holding back for so long. Tara’s hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss as she tilted her head, her body leaning into yours.

When she finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your faces flushed. Tara was smiling, but there was a vulnerability in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Well,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, “guess I’m not just here for the medical attention anymore.”

You laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m not complaining.”

She gave you a sly smile, one that said she was both relieved and excited. “Maybe next time I need a different kind of treatment, Doctor. Something a little less… clinical.”

“Careful,” you teased, your voice dropping slightly, “I’m very good at what I do.” You squeezed her hand gently, and she looked up at you, her expression softening.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that,” she said quietly, her smile turning tender.

The air between you two was different now, charged with a new understanding. Something had shifted, something that couldn’t be undone. You were no longer just friends, no longer just patient and doctor—you were something more.

And neither of you were in any rush to figure it all out right away.

“I’ll be here when you need me,” you said softly, brushing your lips against her forehead, lingering just for a second.

Her eyes sparkled, and she squeezed your hand. “I think I’m already starting to figure that out.”

You smiled, your heart racing in a way it hadn’t before. It was a moment that had always been waiting to happen, and now that it had, you couldn’t imagine anything else.

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[geotjwrs]

Hey! You think you can do Jenna ortega x male reader where the reader is a roommate of hers and he walks in on her masturbating and one thing leads to another? Keep up the good work!

caught (18+)

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; smut

Y/N had always thought his roommate Jenna was out of his league. She was a successful young actress, known for her roles in popular teen shows and horror movies. Y/N, on the other hand, was just a struggling writer, trying to make a name for himself.

One day, as he was coming home from the grocery store, he heard strange noises coming from Jenna's room. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He pushed the door open slightly, and that's when he saw her.

Jenna was lying on her bed, her legs spread wide open. She had one hand on her breast, kneading it gently, and the other was buried between her legs. Her eyes were closed, and her head was thrown back in ecstasy.

Y/N felt his cock stir in his pants as he watched her. He knew he shouldn't be watching, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. Jenna's fingers moved faster, and she let out a low moan.

"Oh, fuck," she muttered, her voice husky with desire. "Yes, yes, yes."

Y/N cleared his throat, and Jenna's eyes snapped open. She looked at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Y/N," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't hear you come in."

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to control his desire. "I, uh, I can come back later," he stammered.

Jenna shook her head. "No, it's okay," she said, sitting up. "I was just...you know."

Y/N nodded, feeling his cock throb in his pants. "Yeah, I know," he said, his voice low and husky.

Jenna looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "You do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded again. "Yeah," he said, taking a step towards her. "I've wanted to...you know...for a long time."

Jenna's eyes sparkled with desire as she looked at him. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded, taking another step towards her. "Yeah," he said, his voice low and husky. "I've wanted to...fuck you...for a long time."

Jenna's breath hitched as she heard the words come out of Y/N's mouth. She had never heard him talk like that before, and it was turning her on.

"Oh, fuck," she muttered, her voice husky with desire. "Yes, Y/N...yes."

Y/N didn't need any more encouragement. He closed the distance between them, crushing his lips to Jenna's. She responded eagerly, her tongue tangling with his.

Y/N's hands roamed over Jenna's body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Jenna moaned into his mouth, her hands tugging at his shirt.

Y/N broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Jenna's neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, making her gasp with pleasure.

"Oh, Y/N," she moaned, her hands pulling at his shirt. "Take it off...please."

Y/N complied, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Jenna's eyes widened as she saw his muscular chest and abs.

"Oh, fuck," she muttered, her hand reaching out to touch him. "You're so hot, Y/N."

Y/N grinned, his eyes sparkling with desire. "You're not so bad yourself," he said, his hands roaming over Jenna's body.

Jenna's hands moved down to Y/N's pants, undoing his belt and pulling them down. Y/N stepped out of them, his cock springing free.

Jenna's eyes widened as she saw it. "Oh, fuck," she muttered, her hand reaching out to touch him. "You're so big, Y/N."

Y/N groaned as he felt Jenna's hand wrap around his cock. He closed his eyes, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, Jenna," he moaned, his hips thrusting forward. "Yes, yes, yes."

Jenna stroked him gently, her hand moving up and down his shaft. Y/N's moans grew louder, and his hips thrust forward harder.

"Oh, fuck, Jenna," he moaned, his hands gripping her shoulders. "I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum..."

Jenna quickened her pace, her hand moving up and down Y/N's shaft faster. Y/N's moans grew louder, and his hips thrust forward harder.

"Oh, fuck, Jenna," he moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming..."

Jenna felt Y/N's cock twitch in her hand as he came, his cum spurting out and hitting her chest. She continued to stroke him gently, milking every last drop.

"Oh, fuck, Jenna," Y/N moaned, his body trembling with pleasure. "That was amazing...you're amazing."

Jenna grinned, her hand still wrapped around Y/N's cock. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, her voice husky with desire.

Y/N looked at her, his eyes sparkling with desire. "I want more," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to fuck you, Jenna...I want to be inside you."

Jenna's breath hitched as she heard the words come out of Y/N's mouth. She had never heard him talk like that before, and it was turning her on.

"Oh, fuck, yes," she moaned, her hands tugging at his pants. "Fuck me, Y/N...fuck me hard."

Y/N didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed Jenna back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide open. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with desire.

"Oh, fuck, Jenna," he moaned, his voice low and husky. "You're so wet...so ready for me."

Jenna moaned as she felt Y/N's cock enter her. He filled her up, stretching her walls and making her gasp with pleasure.

Y/N started to move, thrusting in and out of Jenna with long, deep strokes. Jenna moaned with every thrust, her hands gripping the sheets.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N," she moaned, her voice husky with desire. "Yes, yes, yes."

Y/N increased his pace, his hips thrusting forward harder and faster. Jenna's moans grew louder, and her breathing grew ragged.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N," she moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. "I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum..."

Y/N felt Jenna's walls clench around him as she came, her body trembling with pleasure. He continued to thrust in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm.

Jenna's orgasm subsided, and she opened her eyes to see Y/N looking down at her. His eyes were dark with desire, and his lips were curved into a grin.

"That was amazing, Jenna," he said, his voice low and husky.

Jenna grinned, her hands reaching up to touch Y/N's face. "Yeah, it was," she said, her voice husky with desire. "Let's do it again..."

[wesstars]

hot tea

wednesday addams x fem!reader (no pronouns)

summary: your addams just really needs some physical contact :) wc: 737 tags: established relationship. nevermore ‘university,’ all characters involved are 18+. ooc wednesday. idk something about tooth rotting fluff a/n: first wednesday drabble wednesday, in collaboration with @evilrawr! fluff has been requested by @melrodrigo. still not my strong suit but we’re going for it anyway. 

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Steam rose from the warm mug that you carefully wrapped Wednesday’s fingers around, but the heated ceramic was nothing compared to the searing lance of your grasp around her wrist. She watched as you settled yourself down on bended knee in front of her, respectfully pulling back your hands. Her own twitched, minutely. 

It hadn’t been that difficult to come knock on your door, 10 minutes before curfew was over. Wednesday knew you’d be there in your dorm, making something absurdly sweet with your—respectably contraband—electric kettle. You’d stepped aside to wordlessly let her in, and she’d taken her usual seat at the foot of your bed. Strewn around were your day’s assignments, a jacket or two, and she wrinkled her nose at the mess. Your lamps cast a gentle candle-eseque light across everything, blurring every sharp edge. The exact reason why she was in your room, well…

“Long day?” Your gaze was inquisitive but warm, as always. Wednesday watched you, taking in your socked feet and soft pants. Then, she did the Wednesday Addams equivalent of what might be considered a frustrated huff from Enid, or a desolate sigh from you: she looked away first.

The reaction was immediate, she noted absently. You tried to catch her gaze again, the slope of your shoulders and the wring of your fingers imploring her to look back at you. “Weds… talk to me?”

She took a slow sip from the mug, avoiding your eyes. To tell the truth, Wednesday was busy aching in the way that she wished you’d reach across the sea between your knee and hers. Her intense feelings were something that she typically kept locked away, not just with the protection of a key, but with a castle moat, bolted doors, and plenty of booby traps. Inside that cage lay other previously dormant feelings, ones that you managed to pull out, sharp knife to soft underbelly, with startling ease. Wednesday set her mug down on the floor, cocking her head at you. Often she’d feel a baser, visceral urge to blurt out whatever thought she had to you. Restraint was becoming more and more difficult, the more you seemed to flay yourself open in front of her for a perusal akin to autopsy.

There was a muffled thump as you got up just a bit to shift from your kneeling posture, and Wednesday couldn’t take it anymore.

She grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling tightly until you were about nose to nose. Her mind knew that your actual body temperature wasn’t that high, even lower than the average, but her cold heart felt the bone-deep bonfire of your proximity as your hands slammed into the bed next to her thighs, preventing you from tumbling into her. You took a sharp breath, a fateful one, as it seemed to pull all the oxygen from the room, leaving Wednesday blissfully bereft of that life force. She didn’t need it, anyway; she was convinced she could sustain herself on the dilating of your pupils, the flickering of your eyes down to her lips.

“Come here.” Wednesday’s voice came out in a rasp, but she reasoned with herself—it was the best she could do after you yanked the air out of her still lungs. That ache of absence turned into a yawning chasm, reserve and restraint tumbling down into that eager maw. Her demand fell into that same ravine, eclipsed by the endless depth of darkness.

You stood from your position to sit on the bed as soon as the plea left her, and Wednesday was impressed at your speed. You pulled her into your arms not a beat later. Everything smelled like a faint mix of linen and honey, between your sweater and your tea, and something in it brought Wednesday’s world to a halt. The skin of your collar was warm against the tip of Wednesday’s nose, grounding like the nip of winter air. The two of you fell easily into your sheets, and Wednesday’s mind finally felt like it had found the smoking gun for the investigation. It settled like a content cat right in her diaphragm, making it easy to breathe you in.

“Is this what you wanted?” Your voice, already sleepy, sent vibrations down Wednesday’s spine. She hummed back, leaning her temple up against your shirt and letting her head fall onto your chest. You didn’t say a word more; you didn’t need to.

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a/n cont'd: so... playing with words�� what do we think :0

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Confessions

Tara Carpenter x Fem!reader

In which, Tara drags you to a party, and ends up confessing TW: mentions of alcohol, slight swearing ig

Tara: Hurry up

Y/N: give me a second

The door swung open, and you flinched, turning around to look at Tara. "Were you waiting outside my door?", She smiled sheepishly, shrugging innocently.

"You're stalling!" she argued, walking to stand next to you.

She grabbed the pirate hat on your dresser and stuck it onto your head with a grin. She had begged you to match with her, how could you say no? She reached out to fix your hair, then took your hand and dragged you out of the bathroom.

"Tara, I really don't want to go" you grumbled, gently tugging her arm.

"You promised! besides, it'll be fun."

The two of you stepped outside and began walking to Chad's car. As soon as he saw you, he honked his horn, sticking his head out the car door with a grin.

"Finally! Jesus, I almost left you two"

Tara opened the backseat door and climbed in. You took the seat next to her, your arms and legs pressed together. "Okay, let's get to this party!" Chad cheered as he pulled away from your apartment.

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The house was damp with sweat, and the smell of alcohol stung your nose. You pushed your way through the crowds of people dancing, a plastic cup held tightly in your hand.

Mindy called out your name when you entered the living room, and she waved you over. You grinned, stumbling over to her and sitting down in the empty seat next to her. She leaned forward to yell over the music.

"Hey, we were just talking about you! How are you feeling?"

You laughed, holding up the cup in your hand. "Im great!", she nodded, eyebrows raising as she grinned over at you.

"Where is Tara?" you shrugged, deflating a little. She had ditched you as soon as you had arrived, more interested in getting herself a drink. Mindy let out a soft chuckle, reaching over and patting your back.

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You got pulled up to dance at one point, by a girl in one of your classes. She was pretty, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles.

She was drunk, it was obvious. She had sweat dripping from her face and neck, and the smell of Vodka that was coming off of her was almost too much to bear.

But then you felt a hand on your back, and Tara was beside you, interrupting the girl whose name you couldn't be bothered to know. It was loud, and your mind was too foggy to listen to their conversation. The girl scoffed, pulling her hands off of you as she stormed away. Tara grabbed your hand, tugging you along as she made her way to the kitchen.

"You weren't going to hook up with her or anything, were you?" she had a teasing smile as she stopped at the kitchen table to refill the cup in her hand. She glanced up at you, raising the cup to her lips.

"what the fu- no, Tara, Jesus" you muttered, shaking your head quickly.

She shrugged innocently, taking a large sip. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and your eyes drifted down to the drop of the liquid that was trailing down her neck. "Alright, alright, whatever you say"

Conversation flowed easily between you two, and after several more drinks, Tara was motioning you closer, so you leaned down near her cheek. Her lips brushed against your ear as she spoke over the music. "D'you wanna go upstairs? It's crowded down here", you nodded slowly, following behind her as she trudged up the stairs.

She opened the door to a room, stepped inside, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. She fell back, staring up at the ceiling. You closed the door, locking it behind you, and then you took a seat next to her.

"You okay?" you murmured softly, looking over at her. She nodded slowly.

"I'm a little tired. Might've drank a little too much" she yawned, raising a hand up to cover her mouth, and then she pushed herself up, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her side. "You're the best", she mumbled, her shoulders rising as she took a deep breath, "You know that?"

"I know, I'm pretty great" you teased, and she pulled away, a small smile on her face. "Don't get too cocky now", she pointed her index finger at you, grinning as she gently tapped your forehead.

There was a comfortable silence. You could see Tara staring at you from the corner of your eye, but you didn't make eye contact, too nervous you'd say something stupid.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on your shoulder. She nudged your cheek with her nose, hoping to get your attention, but when you kept your gaze on your lap, she frowned. She put her hand on your cheek and turned your head to face her.

"Hey" she whispered, you could smell the alcohol that was lingering on her breath. "I need to tell you something. m'kay?", you nodded, sending a comforting smile.

She lets out a heavy sigh, laying her cheek on your shoulder. "I think that- well...I know that I like you...a lot. Like- more than friends, you know?"

You blinked in surprise, taken back by her confession. Your heart was beating so hard, you felt like it was going to pop out of your chest. "Woah, what?"

"I like you...like, I wanna be with you"

"you're drunk, Tara" you mumbled. She pulled away, furrowing her eyebrows and shaking her head slightly.

"That doesn't matter, I know what I'm saying" she spoke softly. "I've had a crush on you for... a while", you bit back your grin, but you couldn't stop the nervous chuckle that left your mouth.

"I like you too" she smiled, her eyes crinkling as she glanced down at her lap.

"Yeah, I kinda thought so. You're a little obvious" she murmured, a tired chuckle leaving her mouth. Your mouth dropped open, and you gently nudged her side, before pulling her back towards you.

"You wanna go home?" you asked, slowly rubbing her forearm. "Sleep sounds really nice right now. I'm gonna have a horrible headache tomorrow", you groaned at the thought, earning a small chuckle from Tara. She nodded, and you stepped out of the bedroom and down the stairs, her hand in yours.

On your way out, you saw Mindy, who was still sitting down on the couch. She grinned at you, raising her hand as she gave you a thumbs up.

[ortegatargaryen]

Delivery Driver:

Tara Capenter x Fem!reader

Summary: you’re just a simple delivery driver. Your shift is going normal till you realise you have a pizza delivery to your crush’s house. You assume she doesn’t even know you exist, but when she invites you in she proves otherwise

Warnings: Bad writing lwk, fluff, slight smut near the end ig, alcohol use.

Disclaimer: this is my first time posting a one shot on here! So please be! I don’t mind advice just please be nice about it!

Also requests are open so please please make them!

You look at your phone as a new order goes through. You take a look at the address,

“Not too far from here” you mutter you don’t bother looking at the name of the order before walking inside the pizza restaurant.

You go into the kitchen,

“Hey Scarlett” you say, smiling at your friend, she turns to you.

“Hey Y/n! You here for another delivery?” She asks you,

“Yep! Last one of the night then I’m off” you say.

She hands you the pizza box and drinks, it’s not too heavy but it weighs your arms down ever so slightly, you put it into your delivery bag and make your way out to your motorbike.

Placing the bag securely into the compartment, you get on and put your helmet on.

You look at your phone, putting the address into your gps.

//-//

“It’ll be here soon!” Tara reassures Sam who’s been complaining about how hungry she is for the past hour. She loves her sister but when Sam’s hungry she never shuts up, she has to make sure the whole world knows, whining every five seconds that her stomach hurts.

Tara sighs and looks out the window, blocking out the sounds of Sam’s complaints, she smiles widely when a motorbike pulls up, she rushes to the door and opens it.

You look surprised when the door opens before you could even knock, you smile,

“Hi uh pizza delivery” You say, somewhat awkwardly, not fully looking at the girl, though she doesn’t look at you either, she’s too focused on the pizza,

“Yeah thank you” the short girl says, looking up at you.

You look at her, your mouth hanging open slightly. She has long brown hair, reaching just over her shoulders. freckles are scattered across her face. Her smile is spring but there’s autumn in her eyes, softly brown, with a hint of passing summer and the promise of winter dark and deep - Eyes you recognise.

“Wait…Y/n?” She asks, snapping you out of your day dream, you chuckle lightly,

“Oh my god Tara…you’re in my film class at college, right?” You ask, of course you already know the answer, she sits at the front row, second chair to the left nearest to the door.

Tara laughs and nods,

“Yeah I am, what a coincidence” she says with a short laugh.

“Yeah…I didn’t even see your name on the app” you say, handing her three large pizza boxes,

“Oh I ordered small pizza’s, these are larges…” she says, staring at the box.

“Oh…hold on” you check your phone,

“Oh it says here you ordered them in large” you say, showing her the phone, she frowns,

“Must’ve clicked the wrong button” she sighs.

“Happens to me all the time” you say, chuckling, she smiles at you,

“Well um…me and my friends probably won’t finish it all, and we’re having a kinda mini party, so if you want, you could come inside and eat with us?” She offers.

You chuckle and scratch the back of your neck,

“Um..” you take a moment to consider it, “oh fuck it why not, sure” you say.

Tara smiles and moves out the way of the door,

“You remember Mindy? She’s in our film class too, she’s here” She asks you. You both walk into the apartment together, you look around at the pictures she has up on her walls.

“Oh yeah, hey Mindy!” You greet her,

“Oh Y/n what’s up…” Mindy greets you, she gives a look with a smirk to Tara and a not so subtle wink, you raise a brow in confusion but wipe it off when Tara shows you all her friends, Chad, Mindy, Sam, Quinn, Anika and Ethan. You sit with Chad, talking about football.

“I have to admit, this isn’t how I thought my night would go” you say, taking a bite of a pizza, they all laugh,

“Sometimes the best things are unexpected” Quinn says,

“Since when did you get all wise and inspirational?” Sam jokes, making you all laugh.

Tara keeps sneaking glances of you, she can’t get her eyes off you, though that’s not out of the ordinary, she’s always like this in school.

Usually, she wouldn’t invite someone she only met a few days ago in this quickly, but something about you changed that. Maybe it was the aura you gave off. Maybe it was the way you always seemed slightly awkward whenever you talked to her, she found that adorable. Maybe it was the way your smile, which she always tried to steal a glimpse of in class, made her heart flutter or maybe she was just drunker than she thought. Probably all of the above.

“You guys have a nice apartment” you compliment,

“Thanks, we only moved in a month ago so it’s not fully furnished” Tara admits, you turn to her.

“Had a chance to look around the city yet?” You ask her, she shakes her head,

“Not yet…but I want to” she says.

You nod,

“I could take you sometime if you like, I’ve lived here my whole life so I know this place like the back of my hand” you offer, smiling hopefully.

Tara’s face lights up slightly.

“I’d like that…do you have a car?” She asks, you shake your head,

“I’ve got a motorbike though” you say.

Tara grins widely, grabbing your hands in hers,

“You have a motorbike?!” She exclaims, you chuckle at her enthusiasm and nod,

“Yeah I do…”

“Tara you’re not going on a motorbike” Sam says, Tara looks at her and frowns,

“Why?” She asks,

“Because they’re dangerous, no offence Y/n” she says, you nod understandingly.

“Sam it’s my life, you can’t just decide for me what I do with it” Tara says, your eyes widen slightly at the sudden outburst.

Tara let’s go of your hands as she starts bickering with her older sister.

“does this happen a lot?” You whisper to Chad, beside you, he nods,

“Yeah…a lot” he answers.

The girls continue to argue till eventually, Sam storms out to her room and Tara storms off into the kitchen.

“I’m gonna go check on Tara” you say to the others, they nod,

“Go get her tiger” Mindy jokes, you can’t help but blush and awkwardly scurry out the room.

You go into the kitchen and lean against the doorframe. Tara is on her tiptoes trying to reach a bottle of tequila that Sam put on the top shelf, purposely out of Tara’s reach.

“Need some help?” You ask,

“No…I can reach” Tara grumbles, she very clearly can’t reach, seeing as she’s two apples tall.

You chuckle and go over anyway, you go behind her, leaning up with one hand on her waist while the other reaches for the bottle.

You grab it and hand it to her, she smiles at you,

“Thank you…” she says, taking the bottle,

“No problem…just don’t get too drunk” you say.

“No promises” she jokes, grinning as she pours herself some. You lean against the counter, looking at her.

Your eyes trail over her outfit, the way it perfectly outlines her curves like always, she always picks the best outfits.

She once wore basic grey tracksuit bottoms and a baggy hoodie to school, yet still you’d never seen anything or anyone more beautiful. You don’t know how she does it.

Simp, is what your friends call you whenever they catch you watching Tara or whenever you compliment her.

“You good?” Tara asks, chuckling slightly at you as you gawp at her. You clear your throat, standing up straight as you nervously scratch the back of your neck,

“yeah yeah sorry, zoned out” you justify.

“Wanna go chill in my room? We can watch a movie maybe…” Tara recommends, you smile a bit at the idea and nod, a bit too eagerly,

“Yeah sure…” you answer.

After grabbing some snacks you both make your way into Tara’s room, she sets down the bowl of popcorn on her bed. She grabs the remote and turns on the tv, sitting down on her bed.

“Okay what movie?” She asks, you aimlessly walk around the room, looking at various things she has scattered around.

“um…The Babadook?” You request, her face lights up. You like The Babadook, that means more to her than you’ll ever realise.

“Yeah! I love that movie!” She exclaims, putting it on. You grin and sit down next to her,

“Yeah same…it’s so good” you say, leaning back against her headboard.

“Literally…like no other horror movies compare to it” she says, you chuckle and shrug,

“Well I wouldn’t say that” you trail on, she gasps and turns to you,

“Well what would you say is better?” She asks, you sigh and look at the tv, thinking about your answer.

“Halloween” you answer finally, her face drops into a look of disappointment, you turn to her and your eyes meet, you chuckle at her reaction, “what?” You ask.

“No way you just chose Halloween over The Babadook…” she mutters, astounded.

You let out a short laugh and shrug, turning back to the tv once more,

“I just prefer it…” you admit, you see her shake her head out the corner of your eye.

She has a small smile on her face, not an awkward smile or forced smile it’s more of a comfortable smile, like she’s happy where she is, and it‘s true, Tara has never felt more relaxed.

It was weird, though she barely knows you, but she feels as though she’s known you forever. Like you’re childhood best friends finding each other again after long separation.

With you she feels like she can be herself, she can show that geeky side of her without feeling embarrassed or worried you’ll mock her. She’s comfortable. Happy.

And she’s just realised she’s been staring at you for a solid hour, she mentally punches herself. The credits of the movie roll on the tv, you were probably so uncomfortable during that whole film. You turn to her with a smile.

But are slightly shocked when you realise she’s already looking at you, throughout the film you’ve wanted to sneak glances at her, but you’re worried it’ll make her uncomfortable. You didn’t even realise she was staring at you.

Tara quickly pulls her eyes away, clearing her throat,

“That was uh…yeah” she mutters, talking about the movie.

“Wanna watch Halloween?” You ask, she smiles a bit and nods, not speaking as she doesn’t trust her own voice. She’s so embarrassed she’ll probably blurt out something stupid.

You put the movie on, Tara focuses on the movie this time, being sure to not embarrass herself again. You on the other hand, you keep looking over at her, just like you do in school.

Your eyes flicking from the tv screen to her.

You notice something she does while watching. She has little reactions to what’s going on in the scenes, you chuckle slightly as she raises her eyebrows a bit, her mouth opens slightly when Micheal Myers brutally kills someone.

She looks at you, your chuckle gaining her attention.

“What?” She asks, realising you’re watching her,

“Nothing…just um watching your little reactions to the scenes…it’s cute…you’re cute” you say, smiling sheepishly at her.

Her ears burn red and so do her cheeks, she quickly looks down, trying to hide it making you chuckle again.

“You’ve gone a bit red” you comment, looking at her, she chuckles and looks at you,

“Shut up…” she mutters before leaning against your side, she gently rests her head on your shoulder.

Now it’s your turn to blush, and just like her, your ears go red, shortly followed by your face.

“Now you’re red…” she says into your neck,

“Oh shush…” you mutter.

Tara looks at you, with the way she’s sat, her lips are right by your neck. You can feel her warm breath against you it. Tara hesitantly moves in closer before laying a gentle kiss on your neck.

She moves away and lays down like nothing just happened, you look at her, shocked,

“Did you just kiss my neck?” You ask her.

Tara tries to hold back her laugh,

“What? No you’re hallucinating” she says, facing you.

You grin at her as she has a small smirk playing on her lips, you move closer to her, laying next to her, getting a sudden surge of confidence.

“Well good…cause if you did I would’ve told you that you missed” you say, she cocks a brow, trying to figure out what you mean.

“Huh?” She questions, you chuckle and move in closer, “how did I miss?” She asks, but instead of saying a response, you lean in, your lips meeting.

She gasps slightly but doesn’t pull away. She leans into the kiss, one of her hands going to your waist whereas one of yours goes into her hair, caressing through her it as you kiss her.

She opens her mouth slightly and you take the opportunity, sliding your tongue into her mouth, your salivas mixing as your tongue explores her mouth.

Though you keep one hand in her hair, you put the other on her waist, slowly trailing it down till your cupping her ass firmly, she lets out a quiet whimper into the kiss which only fuels you more.

Where she was laying on her side before you now push her so she’s on her back. Never taking your lips away from hers, you climb on top of her, straddling her waist.

“Oh my god ew!” A voice yells, you quickly get off of Tara, who whines in annoyance. She looks at the door to see Sam standing there, a hand over her eyes.

“Can’t you just knock?” Tara asks, frustrated, she grabs a pillow and covers her face to hide her embarrassment and the fact she’s blushing right now.

Sam moves her hand away from her eyes,

“Sorry…I was just gonna say Chad and Mindy are heading home” she says.

Tara puts the pillow back and sits up,

“Cool tell them I said bye” she says, trying to get this conversation over and done with.

Sam nods and looks at you expectingly, she clearly wants you to leave, probably not a great impression seeing you on top of your sister, making out with her.

“Uh I’m gonna go…” you say, getting up and grabbing your jacket, Tara sighs and nods,

“Alright…see you Monday” she says, sounding disappointed.

You smile at her,

“I’ll message you when I’m home” you tell her, her face instantly lights up,

“Okay…wait i don’t have your number” she says.

“Just message me on insta, we follow each other any way, I’ll send you my number then” you explain, she nods,

“Sounds good…” she says.

You lean over to her slightly, giving her a gentle peck on the lips, which she eagerly returns, following your lips for a bit as you pull away.

You smile at her one more time before walking out the room, giving Sam a polite and apologetic smile.

[the-thing-withfeathers]

the archer’s arrow part 2 (w.a.)

are you hiding something?

part one | next part

a/n: teehee i am so sorry for the wait but i hope y’all enjoy this one <3

pairing: wednesday addams x female reader

warnings: mentions of blood & death

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thwip!

it was your arrow, definitely your arrow.

“go! wednesday! go!”

and your voice, definitely your voice.

wednesday gasped awake, sitting up instantaneously. she gripped her chest, bunching the fabric of her shirt up into a fist. her head turned to look at her alarm clock.

she was awake ahead of schedule but she was grateful she woke up when she did. she immediately got dressed, the stomping of her boots lining the walls of ophelia hall.

she reached your room, knocking thrice before stepping back.

you were already dressed, today was an early practice day.

“wednesday, you’re early.” you tilted your head, stepping aside to let her in anyways.

“i value punctuality.” she lied. she was getting better at coming up with them in her efforts to try and hide her true intentions from you.

a bit of her looked disheveled, like she had rushed to get there. you noticed her braid a little out of place and her socks mismatched— both black but definitely not from the same pair.

“right. well, let me finish this and i’ll be ready to go.” you took to your chair at your desk, settling back down.

wednesday noticed that there were a couple of envelopes littered across your desk. you were in the process of writing letters.

“you’re writing.” she pointed out.

“yes, wednesday. thats something i can do too.” you joked back, she remained stoic.

“what are the letters for?” she inquired.

“mainly family but also for some of my friends at the academy.”

“i understand your family lives remote but surely your friends have phones?” she furrowed her brows.

“they do, but we think letters hold more sentiment.” you clarified, scribbling more words onto the piece of parchment paper you had aquired. “and it’s always nice to receive things in the mail.” you shrugged.

“i suppose you might be right.” she agreed. you were surprised to hear her validation.

her eyes followed the ink that your pen left behind. it caught her attention particularly when you drew a heart next to someone’s name on the envelope.

you sealed the letter and then proceeded to stand, grabbing your gear from your closet. you opened the door for wednesday, allowing her to exit first.

you two walked side-by-side down to the practice range.

“did you have many friends at the academy?” she asked as you exited ophelia hall.

“many? not many. but a good handful. they were all very kind. i would love to know them forever.” you smiled, reminiscing at the memories you shared with them.

“any more than friends?” she asked, not looking at you. you looked at her with your lip curled. at the back of your mind, you questioned her curiosity about your romantic life.

“who’s asking?” you retaliated, a smirk plastered on your face. you glanced at her only to be met with a glare. you knew you would certainly meet your end if you left the question unanswered.

“yes, wednesday. i had a girlfriend.” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. it was a bit of a sore spot, this topic.

but wednesday cared not for sore spots.

“what happened?” she pryed further. why was she pushing those buttons so much?

the memories of her rejection flooded through your brain. she had no right to ask these things. you remember how the look on your face was probably the single most heartbreaking thing most of your fellow students have ever seen.

“why are you asking about this, wednesday?” you practically hissed at her.

“i’m not going to take advantage of your practice times and not get to know you.” she spat back.

“you… hm.” you paused. “i never thought i’d be answering questions from wednesday addams. you’ve changed too.”

“so answer them if my question intrigue you so much.” she continued walking at your pace.

“fine. we split up because i wanted to come back and we couldn’t do the long distance.” you answered openly. “but we’re still friends. she and i were very close, she helped me through a lot.”

you continued to stride towards the forest as wednesday simply watched you. you had someone, but were fine giving it all up to come back. the feeling opened a pit in her stomach, if only you had known what she was hiding.

—

she had taken a liking to your routines in the wilderness.

“i purposefully try to miss.”

you had told her that was the closest thing you could get to immersing yourself into your environment. murder of fauna in the nevermore woods was frowned upon, so you had to learn control.

“isn’t that counter productive?”

she asked back, but you proved her wrong. your control was incredible. nicking a squirrel by the hair of its tail, she watched the focus on your face as you tried to ensure it’s life.

“it’s harder to hunt down animals and make sure they live rather than die.”

today, she sat with a notebook. she said she just wanted to focus on writing up ideas for her novel while you practiced.

it was like she was your body double, just a shadow that lingered around while you did your thing. somehow, it worked. you felt more productive and so did she…

if she was working on her novel.

her pen glazed across the yellowed paper on her notebook. the ink morphed into the image of your bow. on paper, your body was facing the trees, arm reaching for an arrow from your quiver. wednesday captured your physique, how your body flexed with every move you made.

thwip!

wednesday did not flinch.

but she nearly did.

an arrow lodged into the tree trunk, directly above her head.

“i can literally feel your stare, wednesday. you’re making me nervous.” you teased. her eyes grew dark at you.

“try that again and you won’t have fingers to shoot an arrow with.”

you couldn’t help but smile at her empty threat. you knew wednesday more than either of you thought. you knew that she wouldn’t take your fingers, they would stay with you.

you drew your bow again, pointing an arrow straight at her jokingly.

“try me, addams!”

the statement made wednesday’s head shoot backwards, her eyes clouding over.

“try me addams!” you yelled at her. you were younger. your cheeks were fuller, you hadn’t quite grown into your face yet.

but there you were, back then, the object of wednesday addams’ affection. but she could never admit that then.

you were on your back, pinned against the ground with wednesday on top of you. she remembers this fondly, she was trying to steal back her hairties that you had stolen as a joke.

you were laughing. it was the most joyous she’d ever seen you. she didn’t know how she was getting that reaction from you.

she was reaching as you held the ties above your head, swinging your arm around to make sure she didn’t get it. she was growing frustrated.

she groaned and drove two of her fists down into your chest, robbing your body of air. you coughed as a response and caved in, handing her the hairties.

“okay addams!” you choked out, sitting up to be closer to the girl. you laughed softly, coming face to face with her. “i just wanted to play a prank on you.”

“pranks are a waste of your time. you have better things to do.” she said, standing up. “you’re going to be late for practice.” she looked down at you. you remained seated.

“they’re not a waste of my time if it means i get to spend time with you.” you said, honestly. sure, you were mildly flirting but you were geniune. wednesday didn’t know how to process the admitted desire for companionship. she returned the sentiment, but it wouldn’t come out of her.

“i’ll come to your practice then.” wednesday said, putting the hairties in her bag. “i’ll sit there and wait for you.” she held her hand out for you to take so she could help you up.

you grinned up at her from where you were.

that grin, she would have killed for it.

“deal!” you jumped up excitedly, a proud smile on your face. you took her hand to stabilise yourself.

and it was then she got her first vision of you.

you were older now. definitely older.

you were still in the forest, holding wednesday’s hand just like how you were in the real world.

your bow was in your left hand, like you had just come from battle. blood was dripping down from your ears.

you had blood staining your shirt. and it looked bad. something most people wouldn’t be able to recover from.

and it flickered between the image of your eyes crickling from how huge your smile was and the sight of you donning crimson in front of wednesday.

“wednesday!” you cried out to her, catching her in your arms.

and then she was back to reality.

“wednesday!”

a vision of a future in a vision of the past? that was new for her. her powers might have been trying to tell her something— something more urgent.

she remembers leaving you alone at practice that day, taking back her deal to you. she had to sit alone and process.

three days later, she broke your heart.

“you still get those often?” you asked, sitting her down against the tree trunk.

“of course i do.” she snapped, her conscience pounding from the double vision she just had.

“sorry, stupid question.” you said, regretfully. you sat in front of her, still holding her back to steady her. “do you want to talk about it?”

she hated how you cared.

“no.” she shook her head. “it was just… nothing. nothing important.”

“you and i both know your visions have saved countless lives, wednesday.” the way you said her name had her head reeling. “is there something we should be worrying about?”

“no… no.” she waved you off, pushing you away. you sat there nonetheless.

“okay well… are you feeling okay?” you worriedly questioned her.

“i would feel better if you stopped asking questions.”

you recoiled, knowing it was best not to provoke her like this. her heart twisted at your concern, they made her feel almost guilty for pushing you so far away.

she had broken you down slowly, she knew that now. you poured your heart into your affectionate manner, it was something that scared her.

you sat in silence, taking in your surroundings and letting her recover from the vision. you were around when she first started getting them, you knew how badly they affected her.

she almost wanted to apologise, tell you that she was sorry for snapping. but she couldn’t let you get close again.

“we should go soon, lunch is in 30 minutes.” you spoke up first, breaking the peace. she simply nodded at you, helping herself up. you followed suit, yanking the arrow you had previously stabbed into the tree out and putting it back into your quiver.

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you sat across from wednesday. she recalled a time you would fight for the seat beside her, but instead, you filled the space next to yoko.

“you’re already thinking about the rave’n?” you asked enid, munching away at your food in between sentences.

“of course i am!” enid jumped up. “it’s our last year here! we need to think about these things!” she turned to you and grabbed your hands.

“and it’ll be your first & last rave’n back! we have to make it good!” she squeezed your hands. you rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back a smile.

“okay well, you’ll help me shop then.” you held your pinky up, which the blonde gladly took in her own.

“good! and you, wednesday?” enid turned to the shorter girl, tilting her head.

“my rave’n experiences haven’t exactly been pleasant, enid.” wednesday brushed her off. “maybe this is the year i skip out.”

“you shouldn’t. i would like you there if it’s my first one back and last one i’ll ever have.” you said, forgetting that such desires were usually turned down by wednesday.

but that was somehow enough to convince her.

“fine.” she grumbled, a contrast to the smile that was now stuck to your face.

“never thought that would be so easy. you must be the sentimental type, addams.” yoko commented. the mental image in wednesday’s head was her brutally bashing the vampire for saying that.

“do you know the theme?” you asked enid. the werewolf was finally asked to head the planning of the rave’n, she was perfect for the job.

“yup! since it’s halloween— we’re doing guts & gore!”

you swear you saw wednesday nearly crack a smile, this was right up her alley.

“and glitter!” enid added in, you were unsure if she was joking.

the joy on wednesday’s face faded slowly, you softly laughed at the change of expression.

“don’t worry, addams. i’m sure you’ll look fine bedazzled.” you joked, snickering. yoko laughed beside you.

she glowered at you, your smile persisted. did she no longer have an affect on you in these situations?

you really had grown.

“i would rather choke and die before covering myself in sparkles.” she took an angry bite of her food.

“don’t worry, wends, i’ll forgive you this once.” enid giggled. “gore is still your element, i’m sure it will be reminiscent of your first rave’n.“

“i heard about that.” you chimed in. “pig’s blood, right? maybe you can work with real blood this time, nobody seems to know the difference. and you’d probably enjoy that better.” you had said that almost too casually, it bothered her.

she was like an old book you hadn’t picked up yet still knew the insides and outs of.

“yes. maybe i will.” she answered briefly. you returned to your meal, finishing up and picking your bookbag up.

“gotta go, i have some botany homework to catch up on.” you said, turning to wednesday quickly. “did you want to join me for archery club later?” you asked.

she paused for a second, debating her answer.

“no, i can’t. i have homework i need to do in my room.” christ! why did she say that? she meant to say yes!

perhaps it was her defense mechanism, she wanted to keep you at arm’s length after what happened in the forest today. she needed some time to process.

“no worries. i’ll see you guys later!” you jogged off and waved as you left.

“is it weird hanging around her again?” yoko asked, she realised she hadn’t talked to wednesday about your return much.

“i suppose.” wednesday nodded. she had grown closer to yoko overtime, finding herself being honest towards her. “she’s changed a lot.”

“i mean, yeah. her entire environment changed in a whim. that makes you grow up.” yoko agreed. “you two seem to be getting along just fine.”

“indeed. but we can never go back to how we used to be.” wednesday tried to put up a front. “i’m sure she wouldn’t want that either.”

“given how you tore her heart in half last time you saw her? i wouldn’t put it past her.” yoko sighed, “but you can’t hold it against her forever.”

“i can and i will.” wednesday scoffed. yoko squinted at her.

“are you hiding something?” the vampire asked. yoko had an excellent talent for reading people, it infuriated the addams girl.

“no.” wednesday responded firmly, standing up abruptly and gathering her things. “i have to go. i’ll talk to you both later.”

enid and yoko shot each other worried looks.

wednesday stomped off to her room, a scowl evident on her face.

she hated this. all of it.

she hated that her visions were getting stronger, they were so loud that they were making her entire body hurt.

she hated that she would once again become responsible for saving someone, she was always thrust into the world of the weird. was it such a crime that she wanted some normalcy?

she hated you. she hated that she was forced to reject you in order to prevent your impending doom.

she hated you. she hated you for returning and making her feel things again.

she hated you. she hated that she was terrified of your death.

she hated you. she hated you. she hated you.

but she had to save you.

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author’s journal

okay i’m soooo sorry this took ages! and that this is relatively short! but i was in the middle of quitting my job and planning my christmas trip to see my family!

i’ll let y’all in on the reader’s powers more in the upcoming chapters but she is definitely a psychic!

i also am sooo excited for halloween!!! i’m going as wednesday this year and i also bought from the doc martens x wednesday collaboration so i’m so so keen on getting it in.

i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter & hopefully chapter 3 will be out before you all know it!

kisses xx

[afterglowsainz]

dancing with our hands tied pt. 2 | pablo gavi

part 1

summary: after pablo’s plans to get back with your friend failed, the line between friendship and something more begins to blur

fc: jenna ortega

a/n: happy halloween! 👻 (i was actually giggling and kicking my feet while writing this)

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[focusssb]

Wenclair wedding

On Wednesday and Enid’s wedding day you would expect Enid to be the emotional one (well it’s Enid ofc she is emotional).

But Enid is only emotional leading up to the wedding but when she starts walking down the aisle she doesn’t tear up she’s perfectly fine.

Wednesday is the one who starts tearing up at seeing Enid in her wedding dress.

Wednesday was thinking Enid is the most beautiful sight in the universe and nothing comes close to her beauty.

Wednesday bottled up all her emotions about the wedding because she hates showing emotions in front of people except Enid.

So when she finally saw her wife to be she couldn’t control herself anymore and all her emotions poured out right there in front of everyone.

but for the first time in her life she didn’t care about showing emotion in front of everyone because she was to focus on the best thing that has ever happened to her.

Seeing Enid walking up the aisle in her wedding dress about to get married to her.

How lucky was she.

Note: I never written anything before but I just had this in my brain and needed to let it out! Anyway I hope you liked this little one shot! Bye :)

[idkdudethisisntpermanent]

Why is the town’s perfect good girl sneaking glances at me during church?

Lorraine from X imagine. Link beloww :p

“She was trying so hard to maintain her composure, to be the perfect daughter of the church.  But you knew better. You knew there was more to her than the prim and proper exterior she showed the world.”

One of my proudest works, please check it out.

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[czalzver]

all over again, pt2

a/n: hi babes

warnings: mentions of pills, slight smut, language (i thinkk)

pairing: none

summary: in which sam gets unexpected news causing her to call you up

word count: 0.9k

part 1

NEW YORK 2022

It's been 7 years since you've been in New York. You're wearing a white tee shirt, black bell bottoms medium high converse, a flannel, headphones, and well obviously your glasses. It's 12:27 A.M. Your friends wanted to meet up at a club, they thought you could loosen up a bit and hopefully find someone that you could well hookup with. You swore to yourself that you would fly back one day to Woodsboro to find Sam. That's if she didn't have a lover.

You pause your music, setting your headphones on the nape of your neck. Setting your hands inside your pockets, your friends come rushing out to greet you. Bella, one of the first friends you met there during high school when you had to transfer, went to go hug you, her arms drooped over your shoulders. Clearly drunk. You thought to yourself as you put your arms over her hugging her back.

"Tonight is the night Y/n will find a hookup!" You smiled awkwardly, as Bella slurs her words letting go of you, trying to find her balance. Your friends cheer as they walk back inside the club.

"You don't have to do this if your not comfortable." Your friend, Jules, stays behind with you.

"I rather much be spending time reading in my bed, but my my therapist said I have to be social." You smile at her, putting your arm around her.

"You have a therapist?" Jules smiles back at me.

You look over at Bella, smiling and enjoying herself. You point at her saying, "She's my therapist."

MODESTO 2022

Sam grabs her Anti-Physcotics from her pockets, quickly putting it in her mouth while downing her water that she grabbed from the floor besides her. Richie comes out eyeing Sam of what she's taking.

"Excuse me miss, what'd you just take?" Richie says, smiling while taking a seat next to Sam.

"Your boner pills, good luck getting it up now." Sam jokes.

"You are my boner pills." Sam's phone rings, seeing "POSSIBLE: Wes Hicks." She decides to ignore it.

"You're so cheesy."

Her phone rings again, debating or not to pick it up. What could go wrong?

"I need to take this." Sam gets up answering it, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Sam? Uh Tara was attacked." The way her face drops as she hears the news.

"What? Is she?"

"She's alive." She feels relief flow throughout her body, relaxing herself.

"She was... Stabbed." 

"What-" Wes interrupts Sam.

"She made it through surgery, and the doctors said it went well, she's resting now, and I know you guys aren't in the best terms but- uh"

"I'm on my way." Sam breathes slowly her heart thudding through her ribcage.

"She's going to be okay, Sam."

"Do they know who did this..?"

"It's better if you come here."

"Wes." Sam says through the phone sternly.

"She said it was someone in a fucking Ghostface mask."

She hangs up, and Richie makes his way over to Sam.

"Is everything okay?"

"My sister was attacked." 

"I gotta go."

"Woah, hey, hey, hey," Richie goes over to Sam, hugging her. "It's going to be okay."

NEW YORK

You wake up, propping yourself up with your elbows. You can feel your head pounding, you look to your right, seeing Bella next to your sleeping soundly. Wait.. No, god tell me I didn't sleep with her. Those words ran through your head, as you looked around seeing your shirt thrown to the other side of the room, your bra still intact around your body, and your flannel on the couch on the edge of her bed. You look to your left seeing your phone ringing.

"POSSIBLE: Samantha Carpenter."

"Sam.." You said lowly under your breath, getting up quickly, accidently falling causing a thud. You check up to see if Bella woke. Phew. Oh right! Sam! You whip your head over back to the nightstand, hovering your finger above the answer button. You press it, rushing to the bathroom, closing the door.

"Hello?"

"Y/n?" Sam says with worry in her voice. You can feel your body lighten up.

"Hey.. Sam." You feel a smile grow on your face.

"I need you.. to come back to Woodsboro. Something happened to Tara."

"What?" You said with a confused tone.

"Y/n, please, I'll explain it to you when you come."

"But I'm-" You hear the phone beep. Sam hung up. "in New York."

Fuck. Now how are you going to get out of Bella's apartment without her noticing.

"Y/n?"

Well too late to try and sneak out now. You open the door, and wave at her.

"Hey, Bells.. Sorry I had to use the bathroom real quick."

You grab your pants from the floor, putting one leg through the hole, and doing the same to the other. You grab your shirt putting your head first, and then your arm, casually getting stuck trying to find the hole.

"What happened last night?" You hear Bella ask you, as she covers herself with the blanket, sitting up in bed.

*FLASHBACK*

The door opens with a kick of Bella's shoe as she continued to kiss you. Your hands roam all over her body, playing with the hem of her shirt. She pulls back, allowing you to take off her shirt, and yours as well. You push her up against a wall, playing with the button of her jeans.

"Y/n." She moans out.

You feel weak in the knees hearing her say your name in that tone.

Next thing you know your both naked, a harness around your body with a dildo attached to it.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"I don't know," You lie, biting the inside of your cheek, "I was pretty wasted last night."

"Where are you going?" Bella ask a little sincere in her voice.

"California."

"What?" 

"I'm sorry, Bella, I gotta go."

"Wait, Y/n!"

You grab your headphones, and your backpack. Going to her front door.

"I love you, Bella." You opened the door, and left it at that.

Maybe you had a problem with those three words. 

I love you.

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

Playing with her hair - Vada Cavell X Reader

Y/N's POV:

"Why are people in horror movies so dumb!" my girlfriend Vada complains, "Like in the real world no one is stupid enough to do ANY of this. Like, no one would even pick up the phone in the first place!"

"Uh huh," I say to the girl sprawled out across my lap and the rest of the couch, not fully paying attention to what she's saying. I'm more focused on counting her freckles. A while ago, the question of how many freckles she had started to interest me and ever since it's been hard to get the idea out of my mind.

68...

69...

70...

"Y/N/N, are you listening to me?" she asks, breaking my trance, "am I rambling again, I'm sorry."

"Don't be! You're cute when you ramble," I reassure her. She looks over at me, a huge smile creeping over her face, her beautiful brown eyes shimmering in the dim light.

"In that case, I'm gonna keep going," she tells me, "what kind of dumbass decides it's a good idea to let their younger than six year old kid go out of the house alone on a rainy day!"

"Bad ones, I guess," I say absentmindedly. We keep on watching the movie we have on, neither of us really focused on it. without even thinking of it, my hands make their way to her hair.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Messing with your hair," I admit.

"Oh my god, are we acting like a normal couple?" she gasps.

"Do you not like it?"

"No!" she exclaims, "please don't stop."

"Oh my god, can I style it?"

"As long as it's not too fancy," she insists. One of the first things I ever learned about Vada is how much she hates looking fancy. She doesn't like the tight fitting "feminine" clothing, or the way makeup feels on her face. She hates the way her hair gets tightly pulled into an uncomfortable style, and then gelled into place. What's even worse is if she has to do all three of those TOGETHER. So I'm making it a point to keep it fairly informal, but still neat. 

I run my fingers through her dark brunette locks, trying to get the various knots out.

"Ow!" that one hurt!" she squeals.

"Sorry, oh my god are you okay?" I apologize, hoping I haven't hurt her too bad.

"I guess," she says sadly.

"Will this make it better?" I ask, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She looks up at me smiling, "so much better." I brush a few strands of hair out of her face before continue styling it. She climbs into my lap, facing away from me so I can better access her hair.

I start parting her hair, so that there's an even amount of it on each side of her face.

"Oh my god Beverly get out of that house!" Vada screams, practically jumping up at the television, "I swear these people are so dumb."

"Vada, baby, you need to sit slightly still for this to look good," I say softly.

"Fine," she pouts, "why is you doing this kind of relaxing?"

"Maybe I just have that effect on you," I suggest.

"No, normally you make me so excited and happy, like a little kid seeing a bunch of candy and a lot of stuffies!"

"Aww, that's cute," I smile, my face getting warm.

"You're the best girlfriend ever," she compliments me, "I don't know how I wound up with someone as beautiful and funny and all around amazing as you."

"Maybe it's because you're the best girlfriend ever," I suggest.

"No you are!"

"No you!" We continue to argue about who's the better girlfriend, eventually realizing that we'd never get the other to agree with our opinion.

I end up sorting her hair into two neat braids, not too fancy, but presentable. 

"And voila!" I say, snapping a photo of the brunette to show her how she looks. She turns around quickly to view the photo.

"I look like Wednesday Addams if she had severe PTSD," she laughs, "but seriously, I love it."

"You do look like that!" I cackle, "what a funny coincidence!"

"Thank you, Y/N/N. I love it," she smiles softly, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

"Sure thing, it was probably more fun for me than it was for you," I giggle.

"Well you can play with my hair anytime," she offers.

"Haha! You're gonna regret making that offer," I tell her.

[huntfeld]

For You

Pairing: Tara Carpenter X Reader

Summary: In New York City, Tara Carpenter faces the aftermath of the Ghostface killings while grappling with her intense feelings for her possessive friend. As their bond deepens, they must navigate the chaos around them, ready to protect each other at all costs.

The streets of New York were alive with vibrant energy, but for Tara Carpenter, the noise faded into a distant hum. She stood by her apartment window, staring out at the city skyline. The chaos below felt worlds away from her life, which had been turned upside down by Ghostface's return. Even with the weight of the fear pressing on her, the only thought that consumed her mind was you—her closest confidant and the one person she couldn’t seem to shake off.

You had always been there, a constant in the whirlwind of her life, but recently, your presence felt charged with something more—something deeper. It was a warmth that both comforted and unsettled her.

Her phone buzzed on the counter, snapping her from her thoughts. A message from you glowed on the screen: I’m outside. Can we talk?

Her heart raced. Yeah, just a sec, she replied, quickly moving to let you in. You had a way of making her feel safe, even when the world around her was falling apart.

The door swung open, and you stepped inside, the cool evening air rushing in with you. “Hey,” you said softly, your gaze searching her face. “You okay?”

Tara nodded, forcing a smile despite the gnawing anxiety in her chest. “Yeah, just… a lot going on.”

You moved closer, your eyes darkening with concern. “I hate this for you. You don’t deserve any of it.”

“I know, but I’ll be fine,” she reassured, though your intensity made her heart race in a different way. The way you looked at her felt possessive, as if you were silently claiming her, and a shiver ran down her spine.

“Fine isn’t enough,” you murmured, stepping even closer. “I’d do anything to protect you, Tara. You mean everything to me.”

A flutter of something warm blossomed in her chest. “You don’t have to protect me,” she said, but even as she spoke, she felt the weight of your gaze on her, steady and unwavering.

“Maybe I want to,” you replied, your voice dropping to a low, husky whisper. “I’d die for you, Tara. You know that, right?”

Those words sent a rush of adrenaline through her. There was something intoxicating about the way you spoke, a raw honesty that both thrilled and terrified her. You took another step closer, and she could feel the heat radiating from your body.

“I don’t want anyone else to have you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, your breath warm against her skin. “Not even for a second.”

Tara’s heart raced, caught in the tension between desire and fear. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“I mean,” you said, reaching out to cup her face with your hand, “I can’t bear the thought of someone taking you from me. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means keeping you close—really close.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing against hers, and Tara’s breath hitched. The world outside melted away, and all that existed was the two of you, standing on the precipice of something beautiful and dangerous.

“Tara,” you murmured against her lips, “I need you to understand how serious I am. I’d do anything for you.”

“I believe you,” she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. “But this feels different…”

“It is different,” you said, stepping back slightly to search her eyes. “I’m not just your friend anymore. I want more. I need you to be mine, fully.”

Your intensity made her head spin, and in that moment, she realized how much she craved you—your affection, your protection, your everything. It was a hunger that ignited a fire within her, burning away the fear that had consumed her.

“I want that too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But what if—”

You cut her off, your fingers gently tilting her chin up so she could meet your gaze. “There are no ‘what ifs’ with us. It’s just you and me, against the world.”

With that, you closed the distance between you, capturing her lips with yours in a heated kiss. It was soft at first, but the passion quickly escalated, the kind of kiss that made the world outside fade away. Tara melted against you, surrendering to the warmth and intensity that radiated between you.

As you pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other, Tara felt the weight of your promise. “I’ll always be here,” you said, your voice low and steady. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

Tara smiled, a mix of happiness and uncertainty swirling in her chest. “I trust you.”

“I’m not just saying this,” you continued, your tone serious. “I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to protect what’s ours. No one gets to touch you. Not now, not ever.”

The possessiveness in your voice sent a thrill through her, mixing fear with desire. She loved the way you cared for her, the lengths you were willing to go, but it also made her acutely aware of the darkness lurking beneath the surface.

“Promise me,” you said, “that you’ll stay with me. No matter what happens, don’t let them take you from me.”

“I promise,” she whispered, feeling the truth of her words. In that moment, Tara knew there was no turning back. She wanted you just as fiercely, ready to face whatever came next.

Together, you stepped into the night, hand in hand, ready to embrace the chaos of the world outside. But with you by her side, Tara felt like she could conquer anything, and she knew that she would do the same for you—because, in the end, you would both die for each other.

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[geotjwrs]

Hey just found your account and I love you work! It’s really hard to find good writers for male readers lol. A request I have is for Jenna ortega, would like it to be in semi-public like backstage of press interviews or something along those lines. Kinks include: breeding, spitting in each others mouths, dirty talk, rough, and feet licking (hers of course). Again, big fan, and obviously you don’t have to include all of the kinks if any make you uncomfortable!

fitting room (18+)

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; rough smut (minors dni!)

Jenna and Y/N couldn't hide their excitement as they made their way to the press interview for their new movie franchise of Scream. They were secretly dating, and their chemistry was undeniable. As they walked the red carpet, their eyes locked, and they couldn't help but smile.

The interview went smoothly, and the two charmed the journalists with their wit and playful banter. However, Jenna couldn't help but feel a little horny under the bright lights and knowing that Y/N was just a few feet away. She was eager for the interview to end so they could get some privacy.

As the interview wrapped up, Jenna quickly pulled Y/N into a fitting room backstage. She locked the door behind them, and before Y/N could speak, Jenna pressed her lips against his, their tongues swirling in a passionate dance.

Y/N let out a deep groan as Jenna's lips met his. "Fuck, Jenna," he whispered, pulling her closer. "I've been wanting to do that all day."

Jenna smirked, her lips leaving his for a moment. "I know," she purred, unbuttoning her blouse. "I'm so fucking horny, Y/N. I need you to fuck me right now."

Y/N's eyes widened, and a thrill ran through him. He knew they had to be careful, but the idea of fucking Jenna right there in the fitting room was too tempting to resist.

Jenna's breasts spilled out of her bra, and Y/N couldn't help but take one of her hard nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. Jenna moaned, her hands running through Y/N's hair, pulling him closer.

"Oh, Y/N," she gasped, her back arching as he licked and sucked her nipples. "Yes, baby, just like that. I need you so bad."

Y/N's cock throbbed in his pants, straining against the fabric. He could feel Jenna's wetness soaking through her skirt as he continued to pleasure her breasts.

"Stand up, baby," Y/N growled, unzipping his pants and pulling out his rock-hard cock. "I need to taste that sweet pussy of yours."

Jenna obeyed, standing up as Y/N pushed her skirt up, revealing her soaking wet panties. Y/N wasted no time, burying his face between her legs, his tongue licking and teasing her through the thin fabric.

"Oh, fuck, baby," Jenna moaned, her hands gripping his hair. "That feels so good, baby. Don't stop."

Y/N growled in response, the taste of Jenna's sweet juices driving him wild. He pulled her panties to the side, his tongue finding her clit and flicking it gently.

"Oh, god, Y/N!" Jenna cried out, her legs trembling. "Yes, right there, baby. Make me cum."

Y/N continued to work Jenna's clit, his fingers sliding inside her wet pussy. The sounds of Jenna's moans and Y/N's groans filled the small fitting room, their bodies writhing in pleasure.

Jenna's orgasm built quickly, her body tensing as Y/N expertly licked and fingered her. "Oh, fuck, Y/N," she gasped, her voice ragged. "I'm gonna cum, baby. Right there, don't stop."

Y/N continued to work Jenna's clit, his fingers pumping in and out of her wet pussy as she reached her climax. Jenna's screams echoed through the room as she came hard, her juices flowing down Y/N's hand.

As Jenna caught her breath, Y/N stood up, his cock still hard and throbbing. "Turn around, baby," he growled, guiding Jenna to face the mirror. "I want to watch you while I fuck you."

Jenna complied, bending over and exposing her wet, swollen pussy to Y/N. She watched in the mirror as Y/N positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding between her slick folds.

"Yes, baby," Jenna moaned, her eyes locked on their reflection. "Fuck me hard, Y/N. I need it so bad."

Y/N didn't hesitate, thrusting his cock deep inside Jenna's pussy. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer as he began to fuck her roughly. Jenna let out a deep moan, her eyes never leaving their reflection.

"Oh, god, Y/N!" Jenna cried out, her body shaking with each thrust. "Yes, right there, baby. Fuck me like you mean it."

Y/N growled in response, his hips slamming against Jenna's as he fucked her hard and deep. The sounds of their bodies slapping together and their moans filled the small room, their passion uncontrollable.

Jenna felt another orgasm building, her body trembling with each thrust. "Oh, fuck, baby!" she gasped, her voice ragged. "I'm gonna cum again, baby. Oh, god, yes!"

Y/N continued to fuck Jenna, his cock buried deep inside her as she reached her climax. Jenna's screams echoed through the room as she came hard, her juices flowing down Y/N's cock.

As Jenna caught her breath, Y/N pulled out, his cock still hard and wet with her juices. He smirked, spitting in his hand and rubbing it over his cock.

"Turn around, baby," Y/N growled, guiding Jenna to face him. "I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours."

Jenna obeyed, turning around and kneeling before Y/N. She looked up at him with lust in her eyes, her lips parted in anticipation.

Y/N groaned, his cock throbbing as he stroked it. He could feel his orgasm building, the thought of cumming all over Jenna's pretty face driving him wild.

As Jenna opened her mouth, Y/N let out a deep groan, his cock erupting in a torrent of cum. Jenna moaned, her tongue darting out to catch some of his cum as it sprayed over her face.

"Oh, fuck, Jenna," Y/N gasped, his cock still pumping out cum. "That feels so good, baby. Swallow it all, just like that."

Jenna did as she was told, swallowing Y/N's cum as it filled her mouth. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her own juices still flowing from their rough fucking.

As their orgasms subsided, Y/N helped Jenna to her feet, their bodies still trembling with pleasure. They smiled at each other, knowing that they couldn't keep their secret for much longer.

[wesstars]

can't rely on my heart

wednesday addams x fem!reader (no pronouns)

summary: are people more likely to tell the truth while they’re drunk? wc: 800 tags: all characters involved are 18+. AU, they’re in some big city. wednesday and reader are childhood ‘friends.’ unresolved tension!!! a/n: i miss y’all 😭hope everyone is doing well!! welcome to another wednesday wednesday with the most amazing @evilwednesday. special good morning to @mindyswhore. @melrodrigo told me to hurry up haha. (let’s just ignore how I missed last week okay)

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1:28 am

come get your bitch.

Wednesday frowned at Yoko’s text. She wondered, briefly, who “your bitch” could ever be—unbidden, your grinning face came to mind, shining bright as a dying star. Wednesday hated it. It was stuff like this, knowing that your friends would ask Wednesday, of all people, to come pick you up, that was intolerable. Always popular yet with a genuine charm, you commanded attention wherever you were, so warm and dazzling that you eclipsed everything around you. You consistently crossed the line with Wednesday, since you really never knew when to stop. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her car keys.

***

You were giggling. It was insufferable: it had already been enough to go to the bar—a place with sticky floors that Wednesday turned her nose up at—and it was excruciating to have dragged you out, catching you from rolling your ankle on the pavement, so your glittering laugh really was the worst torture Wednesday was willing to endure. Yoko had pushed you unceremoniously into Wednesday, while Enid sent her a sympathetic glance and a promise to text. Wednesday was torn between keeping her distance, so you wouldn’t throw up on her shoes, and holding you upright so you wouldn’t cause a scene, but you made her decision for her.

“You’re so—sloppy,” Wednesday hissed, grabbing your elbow to stop you from careening into a pedestrian. You’d always been a lightweight, since your university days, where you’d always show up, drunk as a dog, knocking at Wednesday and Enid’s place. You would claim that you lost your address. It wasn’t uncommon for you to be over there at all, every little quirk you had being memorized by the apartment: your mug, your spare key, your book on how the biggest planets are made of the very same things that humans are. 

“Wednesday,” you said, leaning on her shoulder. She wrinkled her nose. “Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday… 

She scoffed. “Just be quiet.”

“I don’t want to,” you whined, being the absolute child that Wednesday thought you were. She let go of your arm, stalking towards her car without you. While she definitely thought of you as someone she could do without babysitting, she still looked back to make sure you were following. You were tracing your crooked path on the sidewalk, scuffing your shoes as you trailed your fingers on every streetlight and sign pole that you passed. Something licked its way through Wednesday’s veins, destructive like fire.

“You…” Wednesday ignored you. Why had she parked so far? The sooner you crashed on her couch, the sooner you’d leave her alone. 

“You, with that beautiful smile—” gods, just how many drinks did you have?—“Hold on.” 

“I don’t smile.” Wednesday waited, for some reason, as you stumbled forward, catching up to her while the drinks caught up to you.

Ignoring her, you whispered, “I have something to say to you,” showing all your teeth in a dopey smile. When you leaned in, Wednesday saw how the shine of the streetlights caught on your rosy cheeks, glowing.

“You’re even prettier when you’re all the way here, with me, not just in my head.”

Wednesday felt her dead, still heart jolt with an artificial electricity, as if you’d pressed both hands to her chest and yelled clear! It was a startlingly alive experience, being touched by such a startlingly alive person. Every breath was hard to take, as you looked down. The streetlight cast a warm glow, lighting up your outline. You smelled too much like alcohol for such an admission, one where she could feel the cold metal of your arrow, Apollo ablaze, press up against her ribs.

It was weird, how one never really does know the answer to an unspoken question until it was right in front of them, burning. 

“You’re not going to remember this,” Wednesday said quietly. “I’m telling you now, so you can understand why.” She looked into your eyes; they were surprisingly clear for someone so inebriated. 

Your voice was a whisper, nearly drowned out by a car rushing past. “Why what?”

Wednesday looked up at you. You’d stopped right in front of her car, an accuracy unbecoming of how drunk you seemed to be. She placed a hand on you, your shoulder this time, and yanked you down to her height. You were so close, now, your nose brushing hers, and she felt you take a breath. “Why I don’t mind you being this close.” She hoped you could smell the jasmine perfume she wore. “Why I don’t mind when you cross the line.” Your hair fell into your eyes. “Why I’m driving you home.”

She stepped back, opening the car door and shoving you in. You leaned your temple on the seat, head tilted back to meet her eyes.

“I know, Wednesday.”

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a/n cont'd: something something yearning something something

please do not repost, reproduce, copy, translate, or take from my work in any way. thank you!

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[takenbyjenna]

Confessions

Tara Carpenter x Fem!reader In which, Tara drags you to a party, and ends up confessing TW: mentions of alcohol, slight swearing ig

Tara: Hurry up

Y/N: give me a second

The door swung open, and you flinched, turning around to look at Tara. "Were you waiting outside my door?", She smiled sheepishly, shrugging innocently.

"You're stalling!" she argued, walking to stand next to you.

She grabbed the pirate hat on your dresser and stuck it onto your head with a grin. She had begged you to match with her, how could you say no? She reached out to fix your hair, then took your hand and dragged you out of the bathroom.

"Tara, I really don't want to go" you grumbled, gently tugging her arm.

"You promised! besides, it'll be fun."

The two of you stepped outside and began walking to Chad's car. As soon as he saw you, he honked his horn, sticking his head out the car door with a grin.

"Finally! Jesus, I almost left you two"

Tara opened the backseat door and climbed in. You took the seat next to her, your arms and legs pressed together. "Okay, let's get to this party!" Chad cheered as he pulled away from your apartment.

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The house was damp with sweat, and the smell of alcohol stung your nose. You pushed your way through the crowds of people dancing, a plastic cup held tightly in your hand.

Mindy called out your name when you entered the living room, and she waved you over. You grinned, stumbling over to her and sitting down in the empty seat next to her. She leaned forward to yell over the music.

"Hey, we were just talking about you! How are you feeling?"

You laughed, holding up the cup in your hand. "Im great!", she nodded, eyebrows raising as she grinned over at you.

"Where is Tara?" you shrugged, deflating a little. She had ditched you as soon as you had arrived, more interested in getting herself a drink. Mindy let out a soft chuckle, reaching over and patting your back.

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You got pulled up to dance at one point, by a girl in one of your classes. She was pretty, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles.

She was drunk, it was obvious. She had sweat dripping from her face and neck, and the smell of Vodka that was coming off of her was almost too much to bear.

But then you felt a hand on your back, and Tara was beside you, interrupting the girl whose name you couldn't be bothered to know. It was loud, and your mind was too foggy to listen to their conversation. The girl scoffed, pulling her hands off of you as she stormed away. Tara grabbed your hand, tugging you along as she made her way to the kitchen.

"You weren't going to hook up with her or anything, were you?" she had a teasing smile as she stopped at the kitchen table to refill the cup in her hand. She glanced up at you, raising the cup to her lips.

"what the fu- no, Tara, Jesus" you muttered, shaking your head quickly.

She shrugged innocently, taking a large sip. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and your eyes drifted down to the drop of the liquid that was trailing down her neck. "Alright, alright, whatever you say"

Conversation flowed easily between you two, and after several more drinks, Tara was motioning you closer, so you leaned down near her cheek. Her lips brushed against your ear as she spoke over the music. "D'you wanna go upstairs? It's crowded down here", you nodded slowly, following behind her as she trudged up the stairs.

She opened the door to a room, stepped inside, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. She fell back, staring up at the ceiling. You closed the door, locking it behind you, and then you took a seat next to her.

"You okay?" you murmured softly, looking over at her. She nodded slowly.

"I'm a little tired. Might've drank a little too much" she yawned, raising a hand up to cover her mouth, and then she pushed herself up, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her side. "You're the best", she mumbled, her shoulders rising as she took a deep breath, "You know that?"

"I know, I'm pretty great" you teased, and she pulled away, a small smile on her face. "Don't get too cocky now", she pointed her index finger at you, grinning as she gently tapped your forehead.

There was a comfortable silence. You could see Tara staring at you from the corner of your eye, but you didn't make eye contact, too nervous you'd say something stupid.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on your shoulder. She nudged your cheek with her nose, hoping to get your attention, but when you kept your gaze on your lap, she frowned. She put her hand on your cheek and turned your head to face her.

"Hey" she whispered, you could smell the alcohol that was lingering on her breath. "I need to tell you something. m'kay?", you nodded, sending a comforting smile.

She lets out a heavy sigh, laying her cheek on your shoulder. "I think that- well...I know that I like you...a lot. Like- more than friends, you know?"

You blinked in surprise, taken back by her confession. Your heart was beating so hard, you felt like it was going to pop out of your chest. "Woah, what?"

"I like you...like, I wanna be with you"

"you're drunk, Tara" you mumbled. She pulled away, furrowing her eyebrows and shaking her head slightly.

"That doesn't matter, I know what I'm saying" she spoke softly. "I've had a crush on you for... a while", you bit back your grin, but you couldn't stop the nervous chuckle that left your mouth.

"I like you too" she smiled, her eyes crinkling as she glanced down at her lap.

"Yeah, I kinda thought so. You're a little obvious" she murmured, a tired chuckle leaving her mouth. Your mouth dropped open, and you gently nudged her side, before pulling her back towards you.

"You wanna go home?" you asked, slowly rubbing her forearm. "Sleep sounds really nice right now. I'm gonna have a horrible headache tomorrow", you groaned at the thought, earning a small chuckle from Tara. She nodded, and you stepped out of the bedroom and down the stairs, her hand in yours.

On your way out, you saw Mindy, who was still sitting down on the couch. She grinned at you, raising her hand as she gave you a thumbs up.