Jenna x Reader One-Shots

Meeting you

A/N: Mabel x Reader

Summary: Y/n is at a party hosted by her older brother and she meets a girl, Mabel, them quickly flirting with one another and going on a date the same day until a text ruin's Y/n's day.

reader's g!p + top surgery

HERE WE GO!

________________________________________________________________________________

Y/n's POV:

I come up from out of the loft, putting a t-shirt on and sighing as I rub my eyes and shake my head, trying to wake myself up. We had a big delivery last night and it was really tiring as we stayed up most of the night. I'm so tired.

"Ay, look who's back from the dead." I hear Charlie greet me at the bottom of the stairs, laughing softly at my mess of a state. I roll my eyes, flipping him off and walking down the stairs, walking away from him. "You gotta help dad." He informs me, I roll my eyes, not bothering to do any of this bullshit. I don't know why Tom thought this was a good idea to host a party.

"Fuck that, I spent 7 hours holding a rope that was wrapped around a container with 3 other people. Then immediately got shoved onto driving a heavy ass boat and trying to out-run the fucking police." I complain, shaking my head and running my hand through my hair, itching the side of my neck. I hear him gasp softly and rush over toward me, glancing around and smiling softly at a few other people.

"Shit, was it that bad?" He whispers to me, I nod.

"I couldn't fucking see shit cause of the goddamn rain." I reply, shaking my head and glancing around, trying to figure out where I can sit down and get drunk.

They said that they'll call me later today so I'm waiting for a call as I'm gonna be forced on another bullshit deal.

"Oi, you're on drinks." Tom shouts to me, walking over toward me, clutching onto a keg before handing me it. I groan, quickly holding it and taking it outside, walking over toward a stand outside and setting it down, setting the keg up.  "Good luck, man." He says, patting my shoulder and walking away from me. I shake my head, sighing.

"Gonna need it cause of those Boston pricks." I mutter under my breath, feeling more and more angrier at the fact that I have to deal with these idiots then hear from the Boston people.

"Hey." Charlie says, gripping my wrist and turning me around. "It's better than something else, all right?" He says, staring me down in anger. "At least, they've got you doing heists. We've done fuck all, we're waiting for our turns."

"Good for you." I reply, laughing softly. "Now, you wanna tell me why you wanna do this bullshit? It's dumb and idiotic, and you're the one that set all of us up." I spit at him, moving my arm out of his grip. "Now go away, and wait your turn, Charlie."

"It better be soon, I'm ready—"

"—You're not and I know that for a fact." I state, firmly. He walks away from me, seemingly angry at me and I fill up people's drinks, a few try to make conversation yet I don't bother.

"Hey." I hear someone greet me, I lift my head and see a beautiful, small brunette woman with a wide smile and stunning freckles cover her face. I smile.

"Hi. Need a fill?"

"Yes, please." She says, picking up a red plastic cup and moving it toward me. I fill it up for her, getting close to the edge and stop, moving my eyes toward her.

"That good for you?" I ask, her nodding.

"Thank you. I'm Mabel." She introduces herself, offering her free hand. I take it, shaking her hand and smiling contently.