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whatever keeps the fandom alive i guess 😭😭

Enid: I’m so addicted to TikTok. It’s becoming a problem.

Wednesday: You’re addicted to the sound a clock makes?

Yoko: I love that song. I miss Ke$ha.

Enid:

Enid: I need to make some friends my own age

After looking at my page again I've decided to change my name and move planets

It was nice knowing you all 🖐

Harmony in Whispers

Request: Mabel x female reader where reader sees Mabel and Charlie making out at a party reader gets angry and she leaves the party Mabel goes up to reader and says what’s wrong feeling are shared and reader goes back to Mabel’s house and then some really smuty smut pleaseeee!!!

It was a frigid night in New Bedford, where even the cold seemed to seep into your heart. Oblivious to this, you faced your battle-worn body mirror, reflecting the journey it had endured since it first entered your possession. A party beckoned—a gathering curated by none other than Mabel, a friend with whom your connection ran deep, a connection that simmered with unspoken emotions.

“What to wear?” you mused, your words punctuating the room as you sifted through your collection of attire, caught between the indie charm of blue wash high-waisted mom jeans, a yellow shirt, a brown belt, and reliable black boots, or the edgy allure of a long leather coat, calf-high leather boots, a black collared shirt adorned with whimsical blue and green designs, and a navy blue skirt. The allure of comfort prevailed, and high-waisted jeans became the chosen outfit.

A thumbs-up in the mirror, a final tousle of your hair, and then the soundtrack of the night began—the ring of your phone. A fumble, a scramble, and you answered Mabel's call. "Hey," you greeted. Mabel's voice echoed through the line, "I'm waiting outside." "Give me a sec, I'm coming," you declared, the symphony of lacing up boots and grabbing a jacket underscoring the unfolding moment on that chilly night.

Mabel's petite red car perched elegantly at the curb, waiting as you descended the steps. The cold had kissed your nose and cheeks with a light tint of red, prompting Mabel to crank up the heat before you hopped into her car. "Glad I could finally get you out of the house," Mabel quipped, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Well, it’s not like you promised me that you’d let me look at your journal,” you retorted, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words. Mabel shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. "You know it was a pretty weak bribe. It was just hard for me to figure out exactly what would get you to come," she confessed, steering away from the curb as you embarked on the journey to Costa’s house, the designated party destination.

Costa, on the brink of parenthood, had decided to bid farewell to carefree nights with a memorable bash. "So, like, what is this, a pre-baby shower?" you inquired, stealing a glance at Mabel and admiring her side profile for a fleeting moment. “I guess,” she giggled, a contagious joy that brought a smile to your face, as the red car rolled towards the anticipated revelry at Costa's.

Mabel expertly maneuvered her car into the chaotic scene outside Costa's house, where a kaleidoscope of vehicles pulsed with music. "You nervous?" she inquired, extracting her key from the ignition. "No way," you replied, a fib hanging on your lips. "You'll be fine when some alcohol gets inside you," Mabel smirked, gracefully exiting the car. Jogging to catch up, you playfully asked, "Are you trying to leave me behind like a lost puppy?" "You'll have to find your way around sooner or later," Mabel shrugged, the music amplifying as you neared.

You hooked your fingers into her belt loop, refusing to be lost in the swirling crowd. At the drink cooler, Mabel handed you a bottle, saying, "I'm hoping this will bring the party girl out of you. Let's dance for a little, yeah?" "Um, sure, I guess...but I don't want to embarrass myself," you admitted, fidgeting with your beer. "Pretend it's just us," Mabel encouraged, pulling you into the dance floor, surrounded by pulsating energy. Amidst the chaos, your focus narrowed to Mabel, and suddenly, it felt like only her eyes were on you, prompting you to let loose.

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Dancing, beer pong, and pizza became a montage of moments with Mabel. Recalling her words, "I'd never leave you," which once comforted your fear of being lost in a crowd, now felt like a distant dream. Instead, you found yourself on a couch next to a passed-out stranger, clueless about Mabel's whereabouts and the location you had unwittingly ended up in.

Lost and uncertain, you instinctively reached for your phone, dialing Mabel's number, only to be met with silence. "Maybe she's sick of me," you mumbled, questioning your place in the night's chaos. The thought lingered — perhaps dragging you around like a lost child was wearing thin on her patience. Just as introspection settled in, a girl with a joint materialized beside you on the couch, offering, "Want a hit?" With a casual shrug, you accepted, the soothing smoke quieting your nerves and sparking an idea.

Amidst the pulsating beats, you realized you had Mabel's location on Find My. A determined resolve filled you as you opened your phone, embarking on a journey through the inebriated sea of people. The music throbbed, and the air was thick with sweat as you navigated the crowd, fueled by a newfound determination to find Mabel in the whirlwind of the party.

The scene unfolded like a heartbreaking movie moment, accompanied by the haunting strains of sorrowful music, casting a somber hue over the surroundings. Finally, you spotted Mabel, but the discovery unfolded in a way you hadn't anticipated. There she was, straddling Charlie, their bodies moving in a rhythm that spoke of an intimacy you wished to remain oblivious to. In the doorway, you became a silent, looming figure, a specter of disappointment.

Mabel's eyes met yours as she disengaged, and in that suspended moment, your feet found purpose. Swiftly, you forged a path through the pulsating crowd, a forceful determination propelling you forward. "Charlie, I've got to go," Mabel declared, untangling herself and heading in your direction. Yet, as rapidly as you had arrived, you evaporated. With Mabel's car left behind, you fished out your headphones, plunging into a playlist that matched the cold night closing around you. The wind became a symphony to your hurried steps, pushing you into the darkness as you walked away from the shattered scene, each footfall echoing the force of your wounded emotions.

Mabel raced outside the tumultuous party scene, weaving through the haze of coke sniffers and erratic drunks, desperately searching for you. However, you had already embarked on a solitary journey down the dimly lit road. "Y/n?" she called out, the echo of your name lost in the chaotic night. Realizing you were no longer part of the party, an event you reluctantly attended, she hopped into her car, the engine growling to life.

With the window down, Mabel cruised down the road, catching a fleeting glimpse of your silhouette walking alone. "Y/n?" she repeated, pulling up beside you. Your gaze met hers briefly, but you kept walking, cocooned in the sanctuary of your headphones. Determined, Mabel halted her car, stepping out to intercept you. "Don't ignore me," she demanded, extracting your headphones. Pulling away, you asserted, "Just get back to the party, Mabel. I'm going home."

Mabel, remorse etched on her face, reached out, grabbing your arms. "I'm sorry if I left you behind. I thought you could handle yourself," she apologized. You shook your head, knowing it went beyond being left behind. "What?" she pressed. "Nothing," you replied bitterly. "No, tell me," Mabel insisted. "It really doesn't matter now, Mabel. Go enjoy whatever you have planned with him," you retorted with a bitter edge. "You're jealous of Charlie? Are you serious?" Mabel shot back incredulously. "You know I'd like to have a romantic life. Maybe you should find one too if it bothers you that much. Hell, I'll even hook you up with one of Charlie's boys if it makes you feel better," she challenged.

"That's not what it's about. I fucking like you, Mabel!" you declared, your emotions breaking through as tears welled up in your eyes, laying bare the raw intensity of your feelings.

Mabel's lips quiver at your heartfelt confession. "Oh," she breathes, the weight of your words settling in the air. Turning away, you continue your path, concealing a sob within the shadows. Before you can distance yourself further, Mabel seizes your arm.

"I like you too, Y/n," she confesses, a soft admission that hangs in the charged silence. Skepticism colors your response as you take a step back. "No, you don't. You just feel bad," you assert. Mabel, determined, meets your gaze, countering, "Yes, I do. Why do you think I didn't want you to look at my journal? Why do you think I was kissing Charlie? I've been trying to fucking escape my feelings for you all night. Honestly, since we met." Each word is punctuated with an unwavering gaze, underscoring the sincerity that lingers in the air.

A heavy silence hung in the air as you absorbed Mabel's unexpected confession, your thoughts and emotions shrouded in mystery. "Come on, I'll take you home," Mabel sighed, frustrated by your impenetrable silence. The enigma of your thoughts irked her, leaving an unsettling void in the conversation. Without uttering a word, you complied, sliding into the passenger seat.

The car ambled down the road, the rhythmic hum of tires against pavement accompanied by the eerie whistle of the wind. An unspoken tension gripped the interior, a palpable discomfort that mirrored the uncharted territories between you and Mabel. The city lights flickered as you approached your apartment, and Mabel brought the car to a halt.

Park engaged, the two of you sat in a contemplative silence, each harboring unspoken words. The night air outside seemed to freeze in anticipation, mirroring the unresolved emotions lingering within the confined space of the car.

"Thanks for the ride," you uttered, the words feeling inadequate but unaltered, hanging in the charged air. Stepping out of Mabel's car, you ascended the stairs to your apartment, a silent resolve guiding your steps. Yet, Mabel wasn't ready to let you slip away.

"Fuck it," she muttered to herself, exiting the car and trailing behind you. "Y/n," she said softly, the weight of unsaid words lingering. You turned to face her, a silent exchange of emotions passing between you. "If you leave me now," she began, her voice carrying the lyrics of one of your favorite songs. "You'll take away the biggest part of me," you finished the lyric, a shared connection binding you in the delicate threads of a familiar melody.

In the moonlit stairwell, you descended a step, and Mabel ascended, creating a cinematic pause in the air. "I really like you...I mean that," Mabel confessed, her sincerity echoing through the quiet space. A smile played on your lips as you corrected her, "That's not the right lyrics." She retorted with a playful grin, "Shut up," leaning in to share a tender kiss.

As your lips met, the haunting notes of "Have You Ever Been" by Jimi Hendrix began to play in your mind, setting the scene for an intimate moment. Pulling away, Mabel inquired, "What are you thinking?" Her words hung in the air like a gentle melody. "That I really like you too, and you should come inside," you replied, fingers entwined, inviting her into the next chapter of the unfolding narrative.

"What song is playing in your head right now?" Mabel inquired, a knowing glint in her eyes, aware of your penchant for sharing such random details. "Hmmm, guess," you teased, nonchalantly kicking off your boots, Mabel mirroring your movements.

"Something by Jimi Hendrix," Mabel ventured, her guess hitting the mark. "Correct," you hummed, drawing her into a swift, affectionate kiss. Breaking away, you threw her a challenge, "What song is it, though?" A mischievous smirk played on your lips.

"You gonna keep asking me trivia questions, or are you gonna let me fuck you?" Mabel boldly questioned, her impatience cutting through the playful banter. "Depends," you shrugged, maintaining the playful tone. In response, Mabel silenced any further conversation, pulling you into a passionate kiss that swiftly escalated as she guided you onto the bed, the room filled with the sultry undertones.

In the intimate ambiance of the room, Mabel planted a series of open-mouthed kisses along your neck, a prelude to a scene painted with desire. Fingers deftly worked on unbuckling your belt, a playful mumble escaping her lips. "Why'd you have to wear a belt?" Mabel teased, to which you responded with a nonchalant shrug, "Extra protection." She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation as your pants finally yielded to her determined efforts.

"You're like poetry in human form, you know," Mabel whispered, her words resonating in the charged air as she pressed her face against your clothed intimate area, locking eyes with you. A sigh escaped your lips, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. "Is that what you write in your journal about me?" you questioned. Mabel, in a moment of teasing mystery, replied, "You'll find out soon," proceeding to remove the final layer of separation with a daring confidence.

As the gravity of the moment sank in, panic gripped you, the unfamiliarity of the situation making words stumble out. "Mabel...I've never done this before," you admitted, vulnerability coloring your tone. Mabel, a reassuring presence, responded with a comforting touch, kissing your lower stomach and coaxing, "Hey, relax okay? Just tell me what feels good and what doesn't. Does that sound good?" Her words acted as a balm, easing the tension.

"Okay," you sighed, a gradual calm settling in. Mabel, with a gentle confidence, positioned you for a more intimate view. "What a pretty flower," she hummed, leaning in for a tender kiss, seeking your consent with a glance. Breathless, you pleaded, "Do that again..." Mabel obliged, her kisses becoming a mesmerizing dance, eliciting soft moans from you. As her fingers edged towards uncharted territory, she nipped at your thigh, a teasing touch that left you yearning for more.

"Can I use my fingers?" Mabel asked, the gloss of arousal on her lips evident as she leaned up to share a passionate kiss with you.

"Yeah, just go slow," you whispered, your voice threaded with anticipation. Mabel, with a playful smirk, acknowledged your request. "Soft and slow, huh?" she teased, nibbling at your ear and tracing a trail of warmth along your neck as she delicately inserted one finger, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

"I want to touch you too," you confessed, desire lacing your words. Mabel, however, had her priorities. "I never said you couldn't...but I want to make you cum first," she declared, punctuating the promise with a soft kiss. "Okay," you hummed, surrendering to the rhythm of the moment. Another finger slipped in, and a moan escaped your lips, nails digging into Mabel's shoulders as she skillfully maneuvered.

"You love that, don't you?" Mabel remarked, a bold move pulling your shirt up as she leaned in to kiss your exposed breasts. The scene unfolded like a sensuous tableau, each touch and word a brushstroke in the intimate masterpiece they were creating together.

In the crescendo of shared passion, it wasn't long before you reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, shaking and writhing beneath Mabel's touch. "You look so pretty like this," Mabel whispered, a simple yet profound observation that prompted you to lean up, capturing her lips in a sweet, post-climax kiss.

"I still want to touch you," you mumbled against her lips, a lingering desire fueling your request. Mabel, with a gentle consent, replied, "Okay..." The scene shifted as you sought guidance, seeking to navigate the uncharted waters of pleasuring her. "Can you show me how?" you asked, a hint of nervous excitement in your voice. Mabel nodded, her experienced hands gently guiding yours to her clit. "Put your fingers in," she instructed, the straightforward guidance easing your uncertainty.

"You're used to this, huh?" you inquired gently as you followed her lead. "Fuck," Mabel exclaimed, straddling you and grinding down against your fingers, the pace quickening as your lips met in a fervent kiss. "You're so... wet," you muttered, the evidence of her arousal coating your hand. Mabel, lost in the sensations, responded with an intensified rhythm, her face buried in your neck, a symphony of pleasure and desire painting the scene.

In the afterglow, Mabel quickly found ecstasy, her lips grazing your neck. "Impressive for your first time," she whispered. "Thanks," you replied, arms around her waist while she perched on your lap. A gentle kiss landed on your shoulder as she lingered.

"I think I know the song you had in mind now," Mabel hummed. Foreheads pressed together, you smiled, asking, "Oh yeah? What was it?" "Have You Ever Been," Mabel said. Pecking her lips, you questioned, "How'd you figure it out?" Mabel smirked mysteriously, "Can't tell."

Shifting to a journal, you mentioned, "Now for that journal..." Mabel, however, had different plans. "Can it wait till tomorrow? I just want to lay with you right now," she pleaded. "Yeah," you agreed. As the chill filled the room, Mabel grabbed clothes from a tattered drawer, tossing some to you.

Under the covers, you beckoned her with a smile, and she joined you, falling into your arms. Initiating the lyrics of "Have You Ever Been," you kissed her forehead. "To electric lady land," she mumbled, lacking energy. Chuckling, she playfully nipped at your neck as you both drifted into a serene slumber.

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

head over heels, your hand over mine

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^ request!

Words: 5.0k

Warnings: longer than i intended it to be

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

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Shit, shit, shit...

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

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

Jenna could almost blame herself for this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Meet my daughter, Y/n."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why should she be so head over heels for you?

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

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

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

It's sweet. Almost endearing to her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, that seems about right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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And that was maybe two to three months ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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That was atleast three to five hours ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n

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

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

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

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

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

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You waited for 2 hours.

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

In fact, you had feelings for Jenna.

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

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

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

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

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

What the fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then it stopped. The both of you pulled back.

But your heart never did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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just some fuckass aftermath dialogues:

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

After The Storm |1|

Tara Carpenter x Spider-Women!Reader

Chapter One: Mutant Lizards & Kisses

(idk how many chapters I'll do for this series but I'm just winging it for now)

Summary: After your fight with The Lizard, you climb back with quite a few injuries. Luckily, Tara's there to tend to them

Warning(s): Swearing, Police!Sam 🤭, situationship (not specified tho), mentions of fighting & injuries

Notes: Based off of this scene in TASM (gotta be one of my favorite scenes). Wrote this while taking a break from writing chp 6 of LTLI. Motivation for this kinda just came to me and I've always wanted to do a spider!reader thing

Masterlist|Next Part

You limped, nearly collapsing on the roof as you held your side.Your trap for Dr. Connors did not work out how you planned, and your recklessness to get more photos than you needed ended you up with none.

You painfully crawled down, making your way to the fire escape outside the window you recognized. You knocked on it three times with your head, ignoring your pounding headache. You kept your head resting on the window as you heard clicking from the other side. Tara looked over to you and smiled before saying, “Come in,” then turning back to the assignment she was working on.

You push the window up, sliding through the opening as you exhale tiredly. 

“You should maybe, uh, consider coming in through the main entrance,” Tara jokes and you huff a laugh. 

You struggle to lift yourself until finally hopping into her room

“Also, my sister is under the impression that you require psychiatric attention….” Tara finally turns to you when she hears you grunt and her eyes slightly widen.

“Y/N.” She stood up from her chair and rushed over to you. You’re now leaning against the wall, when Tara comes up to you. 

“What the hell happened?” She asked quickly.

“You should see the other guy,” you say in a husky voice; you can still see Tara fretting over your injuries.

She carefully walks you to her bed, gently laying you down, not wanting to cause you any further pain. You tilt your head back as you continue to speak through deep breaths, “the other guy, in this instance being a giant mutant lizard.”

“You’re all bruised up–”

“Tara, I’m fi–”

“You’re not fine,” Tara interrupted in a sharp tone.

“Tara–”

You both stopped your movement when you heard Sam’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Hey, Tara, I have to run to the station. Do you want me to pick up some ice cream from that place you like, on the way back?” You and Tara shared a look before she got up and you rolled to the floor. 

Tara opened the door just a few inches to greet her older sister. “No, Sam. I do not want ice cream. I can’t afford any distractions right now. I have a bunch of exams to prepare for,” Tara said, trying to fake an aggravated tone.

“Okay, I just remember somebody saying last week that her fantasy was to live in an ice cream house,” Sam reminded Tara. 

“Well that's impractical,” she said, shutting the door. “And fattening,” she added after opening the door, now shutting it again.

She turned around to see you peeking from behind the bed, giving her a dopey smile. “An ice cream house?” You questioned, still wearing the same expression.

Tara rolled her eyes, nodding, still not saying a word before turning back around to open the door once again. 

“Sorry…” Tara apologized to Sam. 

“It’s really good ice cream.”

“It’s just I can’t, um, I'm doing this um—paper and I’m really focused on it. Didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“It’s okay, I get it. How about I bring you a some for later?” 

“Okay, sounds good. Thanks Sammy,” Tara said with a smile before shutting the door one more time.

As soon as she walked back in the room, she gave you no room to talk. Already giving you directions to follow as she got her medkit from her nightstand’s bottom drawer. 

“Roll down your suit.”

You sigh but comply. “I’m fine, just a little banged up. I almost got him though—Dr. Connors. I can feel it, Tar. I’m gonna get him next time.”

“I swear, Y/N, if you get yourself killed I will make sure you regret it,” the younger Carpenter threatened.

“Why? Gonna miss me?” You teased, looking at the other girl as her attention was on the rubbing alcohol she was preparing. 

“In your dreams, Y/L/N,” Tara replied, but you saw the tiny smile she gave you before looking back at what she was doing. 

“Ah…” You softly groaned, feeling the sting as the rubbing alcohol made contact with your open wound.

Tara gave you an apologetic look, “It’ll be done soon.” 

“And when that's done?”

“What do you mean?” Tara asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“After this, how about we do something?”

She lightly shook her head with a smile before replying. “And Sam comes home to an empty apartment? Yeah, no.”

“I’ll get you home in time before Sam is,” you reassure her. 

“You’re forgetting Sam’s a police captain,” Tara’s body betrays her as she melts into your touch, feeling your hand gently sneak up her arm.

“Unless she can track my web-shooters, I think we’re good.”

 “I don’t know…” she looks down, averting her attention to one of your other cuts she’s tending too.

You left hand lifts her head, her chin resting on your knuckles.

“Come on…” 

Your foreheads meet and the towel in her hand is long forgotten. You brush your thumb against her bottom lip, you both slightly lean in until your lips are only centimeters apart. 

“Easy bug girl…” You heard her whisper.

“What’d you just call me?” You asked as you both lightly laugh, faces never pulling from each other. 

“Let's get out of here,” you said as you comedically shook your head around, causing Tara to giggle. “Just for a minute, come on.”

Your noses rubbed together as Tara leaned into you. 

“No..”

“Yeah..”

“Noo..”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Noooo…” She hated how much she wanted to say yes to you.

“Yesss,” your smile never falters through this yes and no battle. You looked at how Tara looked away for a moment before looking back at you with a smile she was visibly fighting and in that moment you knew you won.

“...I better be home before Sam is.” 

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When you land back on Tara’s fire escape, she’s clinging onto you for dear life while her face's buried in your chest. You smile down at her as you tell her, “We’re back by the way,” resisting the urge to place a kiss on her head.

“Yeah—yeah I knew that,” she replied, slowly pulling away from you.

You can’t help but chuckle at her shooken state. “Oh, you think this is funny? We were so high up—a drop that high is deadly, Y/N.”

“You think I’d drop ya?” 

“No, cause’ then Sam would bury you alive.”

“Speaking of Sam,” you’re both fully in the room now as you look at her bedroom door and then back at Tara, “Looks like she’s not here…”

“Y/N…”

“Tara…”

“I already let you swing me around while a billion feet in the air; you’re still needy for my attention?” She teased, slightly tilting her head.

“What, you don’t wanna hang out with me?” You teased back.

You’re now directly in front of her, Tara’s legs hit the back of the bed and you can feel her breath on yours. Your hands end up on her hips and her left hand lightly cups your jaw.

In a husky voice you begin, “Tara, you have no idea–" 

Suddenly the front door can be heard opening, the various locks twisting and turning. You and Tara looked at each other before Tara shoved you under the bed. Footsteps came closer and closer until Sam opened the door to find her sister sitting at her desk, headphones in, and pen in hand.

Tara turned to look at the door, pulling out her headphones when she made eye contact with Sam. “Oh, hey Sam. I was just finishing up this paper,” Tara said innocently, giving the paper a single tap with her pen.

Sam slightly nodded, looking around—Tara noticed this. “Did you need something?” Tara asked the older Carpenter.

“Uh, no—no, I just thought I heard something. Anyways,” Sam slightly shook her head, “got you that ice cream. It’s in the freezer when you want it.”

“Thanks, Sam. Love you,” Tara responded. “Love you too,” Sam said back with a smile before leaving the room but not without taking one more scan of the room.

You waited another minute before crawling out from under her bed. 

“That was a close one, bug girl.”

“Is that gonna be a permanent nickname?”

“You bet it is, bug girl."

You playfully rolled your eyes, a smile grazing your face when you see her dimples show. "You're lucky you're cute," you tell her.

"Oh? Would you rather me call you my savior?" Tara jokingly batted her eyelashes at you.

You bit lip in thought. "It's got a ring to it..."

"Yeah, no. 'Think I'm sticking with bug girl for now."

"Worth a shot," you shrugged before walking over to her,"Now...where were we?"

"You were leaving–"

"Mmm, no. That' not what I recall."

Before Tara could respond, you began placing kisses that travled to her jaw then neck, making her knees grow weak as you slowly lead her to the bed until her back softly hit the mattress.

You hovered above her while she gratefully accepted your touch, holding onto your biceps while you continued to kiss her.

"Y/N, my sister's right outside. And if you've forgotten; she has a warrant out for your 'wall crawling vigilante ass'—her words, not mine," Tara said, breath hitching as you continued to kiss her neck.

You stopped mid kiss, looking around the room then slightly frowned, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked back at her. "Is she here in the room with us...? Cause I don't see her."

"Y/N..."

"Tara..."

Tara let out a light sigh, raising one of her hands to cup your jaw. "Five. Minutes." She told you, holding your jaw with a gentle yet firm grip.

"Yes ma'am."

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A/N: R because she didn't pack extra web fluid like Tara told her to:

I knew Mari wasn't going to make it bc if she had lived my girl would NOT have respected their pact. she would have written books, would go on talk shows calling Shauna shanibal lecter, she would have been a Tonya harding type of celebrity and I love that for her.