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lesbianpepsi · 1 year

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my love, my life

pairing: jenna ortega x autistic!fem!reader

summary: Jenna was the rock you never knew you needed in your life

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words: 4.007k (im sorry)

warnings: verbally abusive parents, ableism, ableist remarks, r parents are dicks, r has a meltdown, swearing, bad writing

authors note: if i got anything wrong please correct me in a respectful and kind way please, other than that i hope you enjoy this:)

You were the one who begged your parents to allow you to start acting at such a young age, being utterly fixated on the world of acting after seeing Spider-Man for the first time.

In the beginning your parents didn't like the idea of you becoming a child actor, especially after what they heard from a myriad of news sources of how troubled child actors became when they reached their teens.

But after a lot of pleading they reluctantly allowed you to audition for anything that came up.

You were the young age of six when you got your first real role, it was for a random soup company commercial, it was nothing major but it was something.

Acting brought you a large sense of comfort, already knowing what was going to happen as you memorised your lines in a blink of an eye.

You always had a struggle with portraying emotions but eventually you got the hang of it and became much better.

At eight years old you got your first big break; the role of a little sister's killer. The role of Jill Roberts' little sister in Scream Four.

You blew up.

At first you weren't a fan of all the attention and even got quite upset over it, the large change of attention by strangers on the street scaring you.

Your parents on the other hand were absolutely thrilled and began auditioning you for many other movies and tv shows.

You weren't properly diagnosed with autism till the age of fourteen; long after you had become a child actor. You were shocked but found comfort in that information, it was as if you finally found out the answer to longing question.

Your parents on the other hand did not believe the doctors when they diagnosed you with autism, refusing to believe the fact and that you were just simply dramatic.

As your fame grew, your stress and anxiety only did too. It got to the point where you could barely get through an interview before going completely non-verbal for a few days.

Your parents called you dramatic since you could act in front of cameras but couldn't answer simple questions in front of a few people with flashing cameras.

You defended yourself that it wasn't the same, it never was. You didn't know what was going to happen in those interviews, while you knew everything when acting.

As the years passed you became even quieter and couldn't attend almost any interview or premier. You stopped auditioning for movies and shows when you were sixteen, deciding to take a two year break of acting.

Your parents were enraged by that fact and barely interacted with you, leaving you alone in one small house as they bought another large one for themselves with your money.

You didn't care, as long as you were alone you were happy.

A few days after your eighteenth birthday you received a call, asking if you were willing to come back to play an old role.

Maxine "Max" Roberts, the younger sister of Jill Roberts.

In the beginning you were reluctant but after a few days of thinking you accepted the role.

Without a doubt, that was the best decision of your entire life, career wise aside.

In the set of Scream Five you reconnected with old friends such as Neve Campbell, Courtney Cox and even David Arquette officially as grown adult and no longer a child.

You also managed to make long life friends such as Mikey Madison, Mason Gooding, Dylan Minnette, Jack Quaid and you even meet your favourite youtuber James A. Janisse who made a small cameo in the movie.

But the person you met on the Scream Five set that changed your life was the actress who played Tara Carpenter; the first Scream character to survive an opening kill.

Jenna Ortega.

You and Jenna instantly connected, a feeling you had never felt in your entire lifetime. Jenna understood you better than your own parents, even treating you better than them.

Before Scream Five was even wrapped you and Jenna began dating; both of you absolutely head over heels for each other.

Jenna helped you tremendously throughout the process after Scream Five was released, helping you in interviews if you got nervous and felt your throat tightening up. Helping you in any premier by always holding your hand if you wanted to squeeze hers if you got too angsty.

She did so much more than your parents ever did. It wasn't a wonder why you hadn't had a proper conversation with them since you were sixteen.

You were fine with that fact; you didn't need them anymore. You had Jenna.

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"So, I was thinking of some mac 'n cheese for dinner?" Jenna suggested once the credits of 'The Amazing Spider-Man' began playing throughout yours and Jenna's small living room.

You grinned happily at her as you tapped your finger along with the music that played with the credits. "Well if you're offering of course."

Jenna scrunched her nose adorably as she smiled at you, leaning closer to give you a quick peck on the forehead as she stood up. "I'm presuming you watch the end credit scene?" She asked you as she leaned against the doorway of the kitchen.

You nodded your head as your eyes remained fixated on the screen. "You presume correctly, my love."

"As always, my life." Jenna replied, finishing off your nickname with a small laugh as she entered the kitchen.

It was a silly joke that started when Jenna found out your all time favourite band was Abba. She had made it her life goal to memorise each of your favourite songs; one of those songs being 'My love, My life'.

You smiled to yourself as you unconsciously played with the bottom of the graphic Spiderman shirt Jenna gave you for your birthday months ago. The material of the shirt was your favourite and didn't irritate you like many other fabrics did.

After a few minutes passed the end credit scene began playing as the smell of mac 'n cheese started to infiltrate your nose, your smile softened.

Mumbling the lines along with the characters you were interrupted when three knocks were at the door.

You ignored the fact it was an awkward number as you headed towards the door, confused as to who it could be.

Maybe it was one of Jenna's siblings you guessed, but as you unlocked the door your jaw dropped as you saw who was standing behind the door with crooked smiles.

"Mother? Father?" You asked bewildered as you stared at them with wide eyes, you hadn't seen them in years.

Your mother smiled sweetly, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she took a step closer to you with open arms, to which you took a step back at.

"Y/n, honey, it's been so long." Your mother cooed as she lowered her arms, a small look of hurt in her eyes at your rejection at touch.

"Four years. It's been four years." You confirm with a deadpan look as you looked at them, they still looked pretty much the same since you last saw them. "Why're you two here?" You asked them rather bluntly, your eyes narrowing questioningly on your father who didn't have the sweet smile your mother had on her face.

"Is it so wrong for parents to come visit their only daughter? We've missed you so much after all these years." She said as she wrapped an arm around your fathers bicep, leaning into him. Your fathers jaw clenched momentarily as he nodded his head stiffly. "We've missed you so much, rabbit." Your father mumbled out in a gruff tone of voice.

A smile grazed your lips at the nickname your father used to call you when growing up, there was no backstory to it, it was a simple name he had called you for years.

At the nostalgic name you couldn't help to lower your guard as you gave them a genuine smile, to which your parents actually smiled back at you.

"Y/n?" Jenna's voice broke you off your trance as you snapped your head to the side, Jenna rounding the corner with her hair now in a messy bun.

Before you could get a word out you heard your mother gasp as she freed your father from her grip, a look of admiration in her eyes as she looked at your girlfriend.

"And you're our Y/n's girlfriend, we've heard so much about you. It's nice to finally meet you." She interrupted, extending her hand out to shake Jenna's.

Jenna glanced at you with a questioning look, you shrugged your shoulders weakly at her look. She sighed as her movie star smile appeared on her face, turning back to face your mother.

"Likewise." She says as she connects her hand with your mothers.

As your mother chatted Jenna's ears off you turned your attention back to your father who was still standing awkwardly in the doorway.

Your father must've felt eyes on him as he slowly flickered his eyes away from your mothers figure to your eyes, his eyes still as cold as you remembered.

He coughed dryly as he took a singular step towards you, a tight lipped smile on her face as he looked down at you.

"It's nice to see you again, peanut." He whispered to you, your heart melted at his words. Has your father actually changed? It sure sounded like it.

"It's nice to see you too, father." You replied back with a whisper, a small smile toyed on your lips. He grinned as he nodded curtly at you before he focused back on your mother.

"Is it alright if we stayed for dinner? It's just we haven't seen our Y/n in such a long time." You heard your mother plead to Jenna, her voice bordering into desperation.

Jenna's beautiful brown eyes flickered over to you, silently asking you if you were okay with you, you nodded your head.

She let out a small breath as she nodded her own head, returning to meet your mothers eyes.

"Of course, I hope you don't mind mac 'n cheese." Jenna joked as she took a few steps back, your mother following hot on her trail.

You and your father follow them as you close the front door. Your father turned to look at you as he walked over to the dining table. "You're still obsessed with that?" He asked with what sounded like curiosity to you, meanwhile Jenna's head had snapped back to where you and your father stood at his tone of words which did not sound like it was full of curiosity.

You nodded your head oblivious as you pulled out a chair for him. "Yes I do, it's been my comfort meal for years. I'm surprised you even remembered that."

He scoffed as he glanced back at you, sitting down in the seat. "I wish I didn't." He grumbled under his breath, thankfully you didn't hear his words as you headed over to the kitchen where your mother and Jenna were at.

Jenna was slowly stirring the pot full of mac 'n cheese as your mother chatted her ear off, a look of fake interest on Jenna's face.

"Do you need help with anything, Jen?" You asked her, interrupting your mother as you moved to stand next to her. She smiled softly at you as she nodded her head. "Could you get the cutlery and bowls out for me please?" You nodded your head as you immediately went to do what she asked for.

Thankfully, your mother left the kitchen as she went to sit down next to your father, whispering to him as their eyes glanced over the apartment.

You grabbed four bowls off of the top shelf with ease as you heard Jenna's hushed voice.

"Hey," She began, you turned to look at her as you neatly placed the bowls on the counter. "you sure you're okay with them being here?" She finished off in a whisper as she gazed into your eyes.

You nodded your head as you glanced back at your parents whispering to each other, smiling before you turned to look back at your girlfriend.

"I'm okay with them being here, really unexpected which annoys me but I haven't seen them in so long." Your tone became even more hushed as you leaned closer to Jenna. "Dad even remembered my nickname and the food I like, that must mean something, right?"

Jenna sighed as she nodded her head weakly, smiling as weakly as she placed a comforting hand on top of yours. "Okay, if you want them here then they can stay. But the moment you feel like you don't want them here just tell me okay?"

You nod your head understanding. "Okay, I will, thank you." Jenna gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before she turned back to her pot of mac 'n cheese.

After a few minutes passed you, Jenna and your parents were seated at your dining table as you all ate your food.

You were sitting in your favourite seat as Jenna sat next to you, your father across from you as your mother sat across from Jenna.

You were eagerly eating your food with a smile on your face, a sense of warmth and comfort hitting you as you ate your food.

"This is really good, Jen, thank you." Jenna's smile managed to make you feel even more at peace.

"So, Y/n, you got any new movies or shows coming up?" Your mother asked you with intrigue as she slowly ate her food.

You shook your head as you took another spoonful. "No but I was in the latest Spider-Man movie. It was so cool! I thought I would never be given a chance to be in a Spider-Man movie but I was offered a small role. I even got to design my own Spider-Man character and how she was and -oh my god I even-"

"Lower your voice, Y/n." Your father snapped as he played with his food. "We're not in another room, we're right next to you."

You frowned as you stopped talking immediately, looking down at your half empty bowl embarrassed. "Sorry, father." You said in a voice that you made sure it was quieter than before.

"And what, baby?" Jenna asked with an encouraging smile on her face, her eyes focused on you and only you.

You picked up your head as you smiled sheepishly at her. "And I got to meet Daniel Kaluuya who's one of my favourite actors."

Your father sighed dramatically as he shook his head as he pushed his food around the bowl, he hadn't taken a singular bite of the food.

"How much longer do we have to stay here?" He whispered to your mother in a tone what he thought was low enough, but you and Jenna heard him clearly.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you loosened your grip on your spoon. "Oh, do you have somewhere else to be?" You asked him sincerely.

He scoffed as he shook his head in disbelief. "Your attitude is still as horrible as I see."

What?

"I don't understand. I was asking you a question. How was that giving you attitude?" You asked him again, straightening your posture as you desperately searched for Jenna's hand from under the table.

She quickly interlocked your fingers together, her thumb expertly rubbing softly at your skin in an attempt to soothe you.

Your father dismissed you as he turned to look at his wife, a look of annoyance clear on his face. "Ask her. I'm not staying here much longer with that here." He demanded in a hushed whisper.

A deep frown slowly appeared on your face as you stared between your parents, an uneasy feeling started to grow in your stomach.

"What's he talking about, mother?" She sighed at your words, dropping her spoon into the bowl as she leaned against her hands.

"We need to ask a favour from you, honey." Your throat felt tighter as you swallowed dryly, your grip on Jenna's hand tightened.

"What favour?" You asked her, your eyes flickered back to your father who wasn't even looking at you. Your heart clenched uncomfortably in your chest at the sight.

"Well your father and I have been going through some things lately, and it hasn't been fun. It's been especially hard on your dad." The older woman sighed as she closed her eyes momentarily before she reopened them, her eyes teary as she looked into your eyes. "As your parents, we only ask you one favour, Y/n. We raised you and no parent wants to come grovelling to their own flesh and blood for help."

You stayed silent as you listened to her words, your anxiety was starting to increase at a speed that you hadn't felt in years.

"We need to borrow some money." She finally confessed with a pleading gleam in her eyes. "It's the only thing we've ever asked of you, my sweet child. Please, for your mom and dad."

You should've known they hadn't changed, you should've known.

As you stared into your parents eyes you swallowed dryly as you slowly opened your mouth.

"No." You whispered out.

"No?" He repeated in a mocking tone. "No? Are you serious? After all we've done for you?"

Your frown deepened as you averted his piercing gaze, looking down in your lap as you unconsciously started to rub your feet against each other.

"We could've given your spastic ass up for adoption but we didn't. And this is how you repay us? What a wonderful fucking daughter we have."

You shook your head weakly as your movement with your feet started to become more erratic.

"Get out of our house, right now." Jenna said coldly, trying to keep her temper under control as she didn't want to yell like your father was doing.

A sniffle was heard from your mother as she wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue. "My own daughter is betraying her only parents." She mumbled to herself.

It was if your heart was in your throat, the feeling as if it was tightening making you shake your head more violently.

"You see what you're doing, you freak, making your own mother cry." Your father pushed as he stood up, banging his fist against the table loudly.

You flinched at the noise as you shut your eyes tightly, letting go of Jenna's hand as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

Jenna stood up as you let go of her hand, glaring heavily at your father. "I'm going to ask you again, leave our home and never return or I'll call the cops." She spat out slowly, her voice full of venom.

"You know what, Miss America, we'll do exactly that. Who would even want that as a child?" He laughed as if it was a joke as he held his wife's sobbing hand. "You're not my child, Y/n. Nobody would even want a reta-"

"Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence." Jenna interrupted the man's words, fury in her eyes as she rounded the table. "You should be ashamed of yourselves, you two are a joke. Get out of our house right now."

Your father scoffed as he helped pull up his wife from her chair, tightening his hand in hers.

You weren't looking at them as you kept shaking your head, your eyes shut tightly as you mumbled incoherent words to yourself. The tightening in your throat becoming unbearable.

You heard your father and Jenna argue lowly but you couldn't hear anything they said as your fathers previous words plagued your thoughts loudly.

A wave of unshed tears were piling up behind your shut eyes as you slid off the wooden chair to sit down against the wall, shaking uncontrollably as you shook your head violently.

Maybe he was right, maybe you were just an unloveable creature.

Behind closed eyes you could notice the room darken, with a shaky gasp you opened your eyes, a flood of tears escaping immediately.

Through the thick tears you could see Jenna crouched down a few feet in front of you, the room itself was darkened as the main light was switched off. The only light remaining in the room was the corner lamp.

"Y/n, can I hold you?" Jenna's disoriented voice asked you, you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Your fathers cruel words voiced themselves in your mind at your body's rejection of speaking. A sob racked through your body as you desperately nodded your head. Instantaneously the moment you nodded your head Jenna moved to wrap her arms around you, allowing you to lean all your weight into her.

Silent sobs erupted from your body as you clung to Jenna for dear life, hiding your face in the crook of her neck as your arms were wrapped around her tightly.

"It's okay, it's just you and me, nobody else." She cooed into your ear as she gently rocked you back and forth. You could feel one of her hands rubbing affectionately against your back as she shushed you.

You don't know how long you stayed like that for; In Jenna's protective hold as she rocked you back and forth as you sobbed.

Eventually as your breathing calmed down and your sobs dying down, Jenna slowed down her rocking but she kept rubbing at your back with her soft palm.

"You feel a bit better?" She whispered into the dark room, not wanting to startle you with a loud voice.

You nodded your head mutely as you sniffled, your face still hidden in the crook of her neck.

"You know what they said wasn't true, right?" Jenna softly asked as her hand soothed you. You didn't move as you struggled to swallow, knowing if you nodded your head you would be lying.

Weakly, you shrugged your shoulders at her words, your fathers words still plagued your mind.

"What they said was absolute nonsense, Y/n, you're none of the things they called you." She reassured you, her voice so soft that if someone was in the kitchen they wouldn't have heard her. "I promise you I'll never let anyone say anything like that to you again, because what they said was lies."

You nodded your head as Jenna rocked you carefully, your breathing calming down.

"I love you, Y/n, never forget that. I love everything about you, everything." Jenna whispered again as she pressed a feather light kiss to the top of your head. "I wouldn't want you any other way, you're perfect just the way you are, and I love you so much."

Once again you attempted to speak but nothing except a strangled gasp of air came out, you shut your eyes back immediately as embarrassment coursed through your veins.

"Hey, hey, take your time, you don't have to force yourself to talk, okay? Going non-verbal is perfectly okay." Jenna cooed instantly as she rubbed at your back with a stronger force, you relished in the feeling as you nodded your head.

"Do you want me to reheat your dinner so we can watch the second Amazing Spider-Man movie while we eat it?" Jenna offered you in a gentle voice, she had slowed down on the rocking as you calmed down.

Mutely, you nodded your head with more eagerness than before. Jenna smiled in relief as she nodded her own head.

"Okay, I'll go reheat it and you can put the movie on for us. How does that sound?" She said, you pulled away from her as you smiled weakly, nodding your head. Jenna's own smile grew as she nodded her head along with you.

You were still weren’t sure whether your fathers words were true or not, but one thing you were positive of was that Jenna was the best girlfriend.

Jenna will always be your rock as she will always be the love of your life.

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theunreliablewriter · 2 years

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Clumsy Defender

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader, Brief Fem!Reader x Friend!Enid

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of fighting

Fluff / Very Mild, Short-lived Angst

Word Count: 1.6k

Request: Wednesday x reckless reader fluff pls? Maybe the reader is always getting into fights and Wednesday always finds the reader with a broken arm or bloody nose?? - @cheesecaketwilight

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this departed from your request in terms of the Reader being a frequent fighter. Otherwise, I hope you like it! And side note, maybe Wednesday will be out of character to some, but I stand by the idea she would be a total softy for her girlfriend, at least in private. :)

You could feel numerous sets of eyes on you as you rushed through the quad, trying your best to conceal your bloodied, already swelling hand.

Normally, your fellow Nevermore students spared no more than a glance at your injured self because you were known for always stumbling down — occasionally, up — stairs, falling off of railings, tripping over nothing more than air, and so on.

But, since these injuries followed the sounds of yelling, shoving, and swings of fists being thrown, everyone’s attention was either on you or the infamously arrogant guy laying upon the ground, now several yards behind you.

You weren’t running because you were afraid of getting in trouble with Principal Weems. You were running because you had to get yourself cleaned up and bandaged as quickly as possible because there were barely a couple minutes left of your girlfriend’s class.

You couldn’t let her see you like this, at least not while in such horrific state. Despite loving nearly all things gore, whenever your accident-prone self got so much as a paper cut, she would panic, even though the panicking was not obvious to anyone but you.

“Enid!” You called at before the door to could entirely open.

The colorful blonde shot up immediately from her desk, knocking over a bottle of brightly colored nail polish. “What’s up, (Y/N)?” Enid asked excitedly, obviously not caring about the mess you had just caused. You knew if your girlfriend was there, she would have said something along the lines of her half of the room already looking as though a rainbow had thrown up all over it, so she probably won’t even notice.

“I need your help! Quickly!” You held up your dominate hand, letting her see the fresh blood stream down your wrist, over many already dried trails.

Enid’s eyes were the size of saucers, as she attempted to stutter out, “Wh- what did- How did you-“

“Please, Enid!” You had no choice but to interrupt her. Since you weren’t in the typical spot where you would meet your girlfriend everyday after her class at this time, you knew she would be on her way to look for you here.

“Okay! Okay! It’s all going to be fine!” She tried to assure you. She clasped her hands together, telling you she wasn’t done. “But first, you need to take a deep, soothing breath, (Y/N). Breath in…breath out…breath-“

The glare on your face was one you were certain, in the back of your mind, was one you would have to apologize for later. You especially knew you were going to have to, when you yelled, “Damn it, Enid! Actually help me with this!”

She complied with your rudely voiced order and raced into the bathroom. As you listened to her rummage for whatever supplies she could find, you placed yourself on your girlfriend’s bed. Her black comforter wouldn’t show any blood stains, and even if it did, you knew she wouldn’t mind…as long as she could convince herself it wasn’t your blood.

The overly kind girl sprinted to you and began to help you clean the two deep lacerations that extended from the back of your hand to the begin of your forearm.

“I’m sorry I snapped,” you said to her. “I just want to get this taken care of before…”

Your apology came to a halt at the sound of a heavy, platform boot stepping onto the old wooden floor.

Those dark eyes you found the brightest warmth in instantly gaped to your hand, before shooting up to bore directly into yours.

“What. Happened. Now.” Wednesday said. Her words were a question; they were a demand.

Enid had gone as still as a statue. You were sure she wasn’t even breathing.

And she literally sighed in relief, when Wednesday told her, “I shall handle this myself.”

Enid offered you a genuine smile, telling you she accepted your apology. “I hope you feel better soon, (Y/N)! I’ll see you both later!” She, then, skipped passed your girlfriend, who hadn’t moved an inch or even blinked, and exited the dorm.

You broke the silence with a beg of, “Please don’t be mad.”

If you looked as pathetic as you sounded, it was no shock — to you, at least — that Wednesday’s ridged shoulders slouched, even if was by barely an inch.

“I am not mad you, (Y/N),” she replied, making her way across the room to place herself closely beside you.

She went to work cleaning your hand and wrist. Her cold, skillful hands somehow managed to keep the pain of it at a level barely above an occasional sting.

“But you always seem like it whenever this happens,” you said to her.

“Because it happens constantly, (Y/N). If it isn’t a concussion, it’s a sprained ankle. If it isn’t a gash, it’s a bruise. And now, there’s this. You have successfully taken your talent to wound yourself to astounding new heights.”

“But this time, I was-“

“I do not care what you were doing,” Wednesday interjected, her gaze as hard as stone. “Whatever it was, you were unbelievably reckless for putting yourself in a situation that has left you with such severe injuries.” With the pain of her words, you couldn’t bear another moment of looking her in the eye, despite it being your only hope of figuring out what she was genuinely feeling behind her mask.

For the remaining duration of her bandaging you up better than any doctor could, you stared at your lap.

The taut silence was nearly deafening and only ended when Wednesday announced she was finished with a clipped, “There.”

“I’m sorry,” you practically whispered. “I get it. I know how frequently I injury myself must be annoying, but-“

You felt a hand ever so gently grasp your chin, making you look at her. Those eyes met yours again, telling you everything her monotone voice didn’t, as she assured, “It is not annoying. You are not annoying. That is not the issue.”

“Then why do you always get so frustrated?”

From the prolonged pause, you knew she was debating her next sentence. “You know the answer.”

“I don’t think I do.”

You waited patiently as you watched her perfectly chiseled jaw flex repeatedly from the numerous times she clenched and unclenched it, as though she was trying to force the words out of her throat. “Because I care about you, (Y/N),” Wednesday confessed. She finally released your chin just to place her hand against your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into the touch, while she continued, “So much, I believed it to be sickeningly obvious to everyone at this school.”

The beating of your heart accelerated, and your stomach filled up with butterflies — feelings only she could provoke inside of you. “And I care about you…which is why I couldn’t let that asshole get away with what he was saying.”

Her head titled, and her brows lowered. “What?”

“Edgar — the vampire, who thinks he’s all that because of his stupid first name. He was making comments about you, calling you a freak, and such. And, well…I got fed up with it, to say the least, and telling him off wasn’t enough.”

“So, this is from a fight?”

“I now know to not aim for the mouth when you’re fighting a vampire and they’re in the process of yelling,” you laughed.

The corners of Wednesday’s mouth perked up, before they dropped to ask, “Why would you fight over something so ridiculous? You know I could not care less what people think of me, let alone someone as pathetic as Edgar.”

“I know you don’t, but you’re my girlfriend and, as I said, I care about you. Don’t act like you wouldn’t retaliate if you overheard people talking badly about me.”

“I would end them,” she said in such a deadpan way, it made you chuckle.

“So, see? Even if you’re the better defender, it doesn’t mean I’m not one as well. I’m just a clumsy defender, I guess.”

Wednesday sighed, glancing down at your bandages. “Yes, you are,” she agreed, while placing her other hand on the opposite side of your face. Her thumbs gently caressed your skin, before she added, “But, you are my clumsy defender, even if the consistent concern about your well-being is going to lead to me an early grave.”

You absolutely beamed, just as you did each and every time your girlfriend announced her claim of you. Only could your grin be shoved away by Wednesday leaning in to close the remaining few inches between you.

The second your lips met hers, you melted against her. Feeling her unnaturally stiff body relax as well only made you want her closer.

Abruptly, you pulled away, causing disappointment to flash across Wednesday’s face. It gave you hope that your request would not be rejected. “Will you cud- lay with me?”

She only stared at you for the longest time, making you smile yet again because you knew she was, at minimum, considering it. “Fine, since you corrected yourself in time to use the least repulsive way to ask.”

How quickly she would always move to lay down was proof enough she did not hate cuddling as much as she implied. How her arms seemed to instinctively wrap around you the moment your head laid on her chest made you believe that maybe, she didn’t hate it all.

Following the gentlest of kisses to you head, Wednesday insisted, “Additionally, I also must hear every last detail of you giving that imbecile precisely what he deserves. Other than for my own enjoyment, I must ensure I handle him a different, unexpected way.”

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