The following morning, Y/N could barely focus through breakfast. The threatening words still echoed in her head, and the weight of Wednesday’s dark suspicion lingered like a storm cloud.
She didn’t get long to brood. A familiar blur of blonde hair and bright colors came bouncing into view.
“Y/N!” Enid’s voice rang across the dining hall as she darted between tables. “I heard you’ve been getting notes! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Before Y/N could respond, Enid wrapped her in a tight hug, practically bouncing against her taller frame. “You know I’ve always got your back.”
Y/N allowed herself the faintest smile. “I didn’t want you worrying.”
“Too late,” Enid said quickly, pulling back but keeping her hands on Y/N’s arms. Her bright expression dimmed slightly. “If someone’s threatening you, we’ll deal with it. All of us.”
From behind, a familiar cool voice cut in. “You don’t need to include ‘all of us.’”
Wednesday slid into the seat beside Y/N, her stare sharp as she glanced past her friend.
Because Celeste had followed.
“I’m helping whether you like it or not,” Celeste said simply, folding her arms as she sat across from them. Her gray eyes flicked to Y/N. “You shouldn’t have to face this alone. And I’ve seen things in storms—patterns. Whoever’s doing this, they’re not random. I might be able to trace them.”
Enid perked up. “See? That’s useful. We need all the help we can get.”
But Wednesday’s gaze never left Celeste. Her stare was unwavering, like a predator watching prey. “Or,” she said in her low, deliberate tone, “you’re using this as an excuse to stay close to something you shouldn’t touch.”
Celeste’s lips quirked faintly, though her eyes didn’t waver. “Or maybe you’re too afraid someone other than you might protect her.”
At that moment, a sharp tap-tap-tap came from the table. Thing crawled up from the far end, fingers tapping irritably like he’d been listening to their spat the entire time. He pointed at Y/N, then jabbed his fingers toward his own chest.
Enid laughed. “Thing’s saying he should help too.”
Thing straightened his fingers with a dramatic hmph, then cracked his knuckles like he was ready for a fight.
Wednesday didn’t even blink. “Good. He’ll report back if anyone so much as looks at Y/N the wrong way.”
Thing gave her a proud thumbs-up before scuttling onto Y/N’s shoulder, perching there protectively like a bizarre, loyal parrot.
Enid’s eyes darted between the three girls and the hand now clinging to Y/N’s jacket. “Looks like the dream team just keeps growing.”
Y/N sighed, her tall frame leaning back in the chair. “This isn’t about who gets to play hero. It’s about finding whoever’s behind this before they do something worse.”
Wednesday finally looked at her, voice a blade even if her expression softened just slightly. “Then you’ll need a shadow. Someone who won’t leave your side.”
“And who’s that supposed to be?” Enid asked lightly, though she already knew the answer.
Wednesday’s dark eyes never wavered from Y/N’s. “Me.”
Thing tapped Y/N’s shoulder firmly, as if to add: And me too.
When breakfast ended, the group rose together. Y/N walked between Enid and Celeste, both talking to her at once, Enid with bright chatter and Celeste with calm observations. Wednesday lingered a few steps behind, her eyes fixed on Celeste’s back.
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Imagines with Jenna Ortega
FanfictionThis is JennaxFemReader! Requests are open! This book can be another character played by Jenna Ortega. For most of the story, Y/N is taller than Jenna, but you can play smaller than her. enjoy!
