Enid Would Match With Wednesday Or Cairo

whatever keeps the fandom alive i guess 😭😭

Cant forget this

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Mary Ann x fem!reader

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

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It was green.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spanky seemed to reciprocate the expression, "Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mary Ann pouted, "This is stupid".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled in confusion, "What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think I've already caught it."

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Jamie Speaks:

Mary Ann is just the cutest.

Okay so no one asked but this morning

I was in the shower right? As one does

And then the fucking SHOWER DOOR FELL ON MY TOE

And I got the band-aids and it hurt like hell, whatever

BUT IT WONT STOP BLEEDING

My mama told me I might need to get stiches tmrw if it doesnt stop by the morning

So wish me luck yall 😝😘🤗

Jenna Ortega for the Beetlejuice Beetlejuice press tour #her stylist always understands the assignment

*Wednesday holding a gun to Enid's chest*

Enid: Willa don't do this, don't you love me?

Wednesday: I do love you Enid but I have to do it

Enid: Please Wednesday, I'll do anything, you can't shoot me

Wednesday: I have to, we both know it would come down to this

Enid: You don't have to, please, we can fix this

Wednesday: An Addams and a exquisite best like you can not be on the same side, that would be unfair

Enid: For you Wednesday I will take the hit.. just know, whatever happens I always love you

Wednesday: I love you too Mon Loup, forever

*Wednesday shoots Enid and she falls back onto the ground*

Yoko: You two are so fucking dramatic.. it's paint ball not the hunger games

Why do I love her even😑

Cause she's so cute that's why

So, um, yeah, I'm in love with this dumbass.

Omg look at that hiatus

and its still going

HAHAHA

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY FOLKS!😘😘

^Me

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.

Imagine jinx as a streamer and a female reader BUT jinx's fans don't know that jinx has a gf and when reader walks into the live the chat goes wild😱😱

𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐌 𝐄 𝐑 ! 𝐉 𝐈 𝐍 𝐗

you’re woken up to the distant shouts of your girlfriend, jinx. you know she’s a streamer, it’s something she kind of flaunts — it’s one of the first things you knew about her. while her content isn’t necessarily the type you’d like, you welcome it nonetheless.

you welcome it until it wakes you up in the middle of the night.

scratchy, high pitched shrieks rattle through your thin walls, and you just know what she’s doing.

you’d both come to the mutual agreement that she has to keep quiet when it comes down to streaming, especially at night.

you roll over, searching for the clock with your fluttering eyes.

2:31AM.

aka far too early to be yelling like this.

groaning, you roll over, grasping at the twisted duvet to unravel it from your legs. the cold floor meets your feet, and you cringe at the sudden shiver shooting up your legs.

using your phones flashlight, you navigate the halls, listening as her voice grows louder and louder.

you swing open the door, not even realising you’d be caught on camera — and there you are, in the distant corner.

“jinx.” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest bitterly. she whips her head around, braids smacking the side of her face with the force.

“sweets!”

“don’t you sweets me, jinx,” you sigh, leaning your weight on the shared doorframe. “you’ve woken me up. again. it’s 2 in the morning!”

you throw your arms up for emphasis, and it’s only then you hear the distant ping, the sound custom to one of jinx’s favourite songs.

‘u never said u had a girlfriend lol’ a $5 donation. your face flushes, and they continue coming in.

‘SHE HAS A GIRLFRIEND????’ $15.

‘lmaoo jinx got the thousand yard stare’ $50.

the live chat is going far too quick for you to read all the comments, but the donation comments are enough to tell you what everyone else has to say.

with a flick of jinx's wrist, she’s gesturing you over. when you hesitate she continues, nodding her head to guide you over. dejected, you saunter over, taking her hand in your own.

“my girlfriend guys!” she beams, taking her hand from your own to squish your cheeks, framing your face to the camera. “aren’t ya jelly? i’m too lucky.”

you swat her away, giggling when she doesn’t let up, pinching your cheeks between her fingers.

“gross.” you scrunch your nose playfully at her.

‘blink twice if ur being held hostage LMAOO’ $1.

of course you blink twice, and that’s enough to convince jinx to balk and shove you away.

“dude, you’re gonna get me demonetized!”

“if that means you’ll come to bed, i’ll take it.” you quip, pinching her cheek back.

zib zib to be cringe is to be free jinx says whilst tucking her hair behind her ear this wasnt proofread btw