Y/N: This is a can opener *holds a can opener up*
Y/N: That is a bottle opener *points at a bottle opener*
Charlize walked past by them.
Y/N: And that was a leg opener. *runs after Charlize and let the can opener fall*
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"Come on. Tell me." She pleaseds desperately.
"No, Charlize, it's a secret." you sigh with a small smile.
She's currently trying to guess who your crush is after you accidentally said you had one.
"Okay. Just say yes or no after I say a name"
"N-"
"Sarah? Gwendoline? Anne? Kristine? Taylor? Nicole? Scarlett? Jennifer? Elizabe-"
"Charlize, stop trying to guess my crush! You aren't even close." You mumble in a paniced voice.
"Oh yeah?" She tilts her head. She had a smirk on her face when she noticed your cheeks turning red when she took two steps closer towards you.
"Am I close enough now?"
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Back up plan
Warning: Angst, mention of pregnancy, swearing
pairing: Jenna Ortega x GN! Reader
story type: one shot
A/N: It's a short and painful one. Part 2? or let's settle with this ending. Also, it's not proofread...
You got your first job as a barista and met Jenna, who was already working there for 2 years now. At first, you weren't sure if she liked you or not, so you only talked to her if it was necessary, but one day, she approached you and exchanged numbers.
Both of you got to talking, and soon enough, you found yourself falling for this girl. You have had your fair share of heartbreak and that not just in romantic relationships. You confessed having a crush on her. She rejected you but wasn't pushing you away. She wanted you to stay. She wants you to stay. So, you stayed.
Soon, she became busy with her acting activities, which you respected and continued to maintain the communication, but one day, she may have had a bad day and took your joke personally. You who has their hearts on their sleeves took that as a sign. You have been too clingy.
You didn't want to be that person in her life. So, you stopped texting her, and at work, you only talked to her if it was necessary. The teasing and the joking around vanished.
It has been weeks since you two had a conversation. "Hey- uhm- can we talk?" She nervously said. "Sure, right now?" You are getting ready to go home because your shift ended. "I- I don't know if it can wait." Jenna continues. "Okay. Then shoot." You nod towards her while you're fixing your jacket.
"Can we talk outside not in here." She drags you out through the back door where the trash are. You silently waited for her to talk. "Remember the manager of my agency?" With that start, your entire mood shifted. You knew who she was talking about. You knew this guy. This guy who is married but still look at his talents like they are not at the same age as his kids. This guy is the definition of disgusting.
"We kinda started talking-" You stopped her mid-sentence. "Talking? I- Jenna, this guy is married and has fucking kids the same age we are. He introduced me to his wife the other day while preparing his coffee." You couldn't contain the anger that is rising up.
"I- I'm pregnant."
That's when your whole world went into spiral. There was ringing in your ears. "Jenna, I love you, but this was a dumb thing to do. I know you are intelligent, but believing in his lies. Does he know?" You honestly let out. "Not yet. But I know the feeling is mutual." She desperately wants to convince you or herself. "Mutual? Do you think he'll leave his wife and kids for you? That's only 5% out of 80% because the rest are scattered between your other co-workers at the agency." You start to phase back and forth.
"What are you going to do? Are you going to keep the baby, and how about your dreams of being an actor?" You stopped phasing and looked into her eyes. It was watery and bloodshot. You couldn't hold on anymore. You stepped in front of her and embraced her. That's when her tears fell.
"I want to keep the baby, but I also want to keep auditioning, and I also want him to be involved. This is his responsibility, after all." You heard her say despite being muffled in your embrace.
You sighed. You let go of her and took a step back. "Jenna, why are you telling me this? If you already know what to do?" You coldly said. There's just one sentence repeating in your head, and you definitely don't want her to say it out loud.
"I- I saw how good you are with kids, and I was hoping that you would help me if he doesn't." The hesitant in her last words came to you like a truck in high speed.
"You want me as your backup plan."
This time, you are the one who has watery eyes. You just couldn't believe it. After years of long-distance relationships, you finally found someone who you connect with in person but fucks with you, like this. You let your tears fall.
"I'm sorry. I love you, but this. It's too much. I'm sorry."
and with that, you left her there standing. You went back inside the shop, took your belongings, and went home.
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Charlize: What did the ocean say to the other ocean?
Y/N: sea u later.
Charlize: Nothing they just waved. Did you sea what I did there?
Y/N: Shore. Sea what I did there?
Charlize: Stop being a beach and stealing my jokes.
Y/N: Water, you saying?
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Y/N: Hey, babe? Do you think 3 fingers are too much?
Charlize: It depends. For some it's too much.
Y/N: What do you mean for some it's too much. Most of the people have 10 fingers???
Charlize: You motherfucker-
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Charlize: Babe, what would you do if I was choking?
Y/N: I would pull out two inches and say I'm sorry.
Charlize: Babe, you don't have a d-
*Pulls out the newly bought strap on*
Y/N: You were saying?
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