Jenna Ortega Character Oneshots and Imagines

This is Stupid (Don't Stop) W.A.

Word Count 393, so a short little fic!

I burst into Wedneday's room in a hurry.

"Y/N, have you been stabbed?" she asks worriedly.

"No."

"Have you been threatened with stabbing?"

"No!"

"Have you had the urge to stab someone?"

"Wednesday none of this has to do with knives!"

"Then what is it?" she asks curiously, "battle axes?"

"I just had a rough day, and was hoping I could talk to you" I mumble, it seems rather stupid compared to stabbing.

"Give me two minutes, my writing time ends at 6:30, and it's only 6:28." I nod, starting to sniffle a little.

"Thing, get Y/N some tissues," she orders him. He rapidly signs at her, she groans.

"I guess two minutes isn't the worst tragedy," she begrudgingly gets up and sits next to me.

"What happened?" she demands, unsure of what to do.

"Just a lot of work," I respond honestly, "someone gave Yoko and allergic reaction by cross contaminating her pizza and someone else's garlic bread, so I had to shock an epipen into her, which isn't exactly fun..."

"So there was stabbing!" Wednesday grins.

"This is so not the time, Nes," I deadpan.

"My apologies, please continue."

"I was just overwhelmed honestly, and the bees could sense it when I went to see Eugene, so I got seven bee stings." I hold up my arm to show her. She looks in pure curiosity.

"What morbidly round shaped wounds they make until you pull out the stinger, barbed, destroys the perfect dome," she comments, "I realize that's probably not what you wanted to hear, apologies again."

"At least you're listening," I sigh. I end up resting my head on her shoulder. She doesn't move.

"What are you doing, L/N?"

"Getting physical comfort." I wrap an arm around her waist.

"This seems pointless. I am the least comforting person known in this world. You should try Sinclair. She loves to smother people with affection, and not in the suffocating way. Much to my dismay."

"Okay, fine, I'll stop," I start to pull away but she reaches out her hand to stop me.

"Just because it's stupid does not mean you should leave," she asserts, "I will call Sinclair so she can comfort you."

"Wednesday, I don't want Enid to comfort me, I want you."

"Why would you possibly want me?"

"Cuz I knew you'd like the bee stings," I tease her, elbowing her just a little. This earns the smallest smile from her. God I love her smile.

"You know me well, Y/N."

"I'd like to think so."