If Dreams Were Reality (Jenna Ortega Imagines)

playing with food ×

You walk into the kitchen dropping your bag on the table. You heard kitchen utensils being used or knocked together.

Jenna is standing near the counter next to the stove. She's wearing her denim apron and her tied up into a messy bun.

"What you making?" You ask, jumping up to sit on the kitchen counter on the other side of the stove. It takes her a while to respond as she's carefully pouring the batter into the cupcake tray.

Jenna gives you a proud smirk. "Cupcakes."

"Aah, how did you know I've craving cake lately?"

"I'm your roommate and friend y/n. After a while we can read each other's mind." She giggles.

"That's true." You eye the bowl still covered in leftover batter. "What kind of cupcakes did you make?"

"They're a new recipe I wanted to try out."

"Well..." You glance to the bowl. "Can I try some?"

"Oh." Jenna giggles and lifts the bowl. "You want to taste?"

Jenna dips her finger into the bowl and collects a good amount of batter. She raises her finger to your mouth. You open it, but instead you feel a gooey texture on your cheek.

Jenna laughs licking her finger.
Your mouth opens in disbelief. "You did not just do; what I think you did." Your hand reaches your cheek, and you wipe a bit of the batter off.

Jenna literally just swiped batter on your face. The audacity the girl has.

"Oh, but what if I did?" She batters her eyelashes teasingly.

Your eyes spot the leftover flour spilled on the table. You smirk.

"Then you're asking for trouble, Ortega." You immediately swipe a bit of flour and touch her nose with your covered finger.
She gasps. You can't help but burst out in laughter. She looks funny with her powered nose.

"Oh, I see how it is, y/s/n." Jenna dips her hand into the bowl and quickly smears more batter on both of your unexpected cheeks.

It's your turn to gasp. The feeling uncomfortable and cold.

"Now you're gonna get it." You warn.
You quickly dip your hand in the bowl she used to beat the eggs. You let the slimy texture go all over your fingers. Jenna starts to run away, giggling with excitement.

"Y/n, no. Stop!" She laughs.

"Where're you going Jenna?" You follow behind her. "I just want to tell you a joke."

Jenna laughs trying to hide on the other side of the table. You stand in front of the table. You have her stuck. She tries you dodge to one side and then the other, but it's a matter of what side she's going to make a run for it.

"What's the joke?" She's breathless, but still smiling. Her nose still powered white. You can't even imagine what you must look like right now.

"Why did the chicken cross the road?" You ask.

You see Jenna eyeing your left side as an escape.

"I don't know." She tries to breathe. "To get to the other side?"

Jenna runs to your left and you run too, managing to hug her from behind. "Exactly!"

You smear the egg yolk all over her arms.
"No Ew! Y/n..." she whines.

You laugh releasing her. Your mouth forms a smirk.

"Your arms look greased up, but your face looks a little dry." You slowly walk towards her.

"Y/N No!" Jenna makes a run for it.

The two of you run around the house. Giggling and trying hard to catch your breaths. You guys looked like a bunch of children.

Jenna runs into the bathroom and closes the door.

"Jenna!" you whine. "Don't be a spoiled sport."

"Y/n, I'm not kidding. Quit it."

"Aw, but I'm looking after your skincare. That's how considerate I am." You knock on the door. "Jenna! Open up!"

You hear the lock and the door creak open. "Ah, you surren- "

A spray of chilly water goes over your face. You shut your eyes from the impact.

"Never!" Jenna cries.

You wipe your eyes clean. "What the..."

"You sounded parched. That's how considerate I am." Jenna teases you back.

You two laugh, but then Jenna stops abruptly. "Shit!"

"What? What?" You ask.

"I never timed my cupcakes." Jenna runs to the kitchen again. You follow behind her taking your time. You had more than enough exercise for today.

Jenna peers at them through the glass of the oven. "If they flop, I'm blaming you."

You walk over to the bowl filled with left over batter and dip your finger in it.
You finally get a taste and it's good.
"Yeah, no if these don't come out right, I'm blaming you. Look at you playing with your food." You shake your head in playful disapproval.

Jenna clicks her teeth and throws a dish cloth at your face. "Shut up and help me clean up."

Author's Note:

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