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Me Wondering.. WHENS CHAPTER TWO COMING OUT IM IN LOVEEEEEEEEE AHHHHHHH HJHJHJHJHJHJJHJDJSKSKD

Me wondering.. WHENS CHAPTER TWO COMING OUT IM IN LOVEEEEEEEEE AHHHHHHH HJHJHJHJHJHJJHJDJSKSKD

New Girl's Toy

Raggedy Andy/Reader

Chapter 1

☆Summary: Seeing Marcella’s love for Raggedy Ann and Andy, the little girl’s grandmother decided to send her another rag doll from her trip to Central America. Upon making it to the nursery, (Y/N) is greeted by almost all open arms,with the odd one of the bunch, Raggedy Andy, still being a bit hesitant of this new toy. After all, why does Marcella need another doll in the nursery? She had enough as it is, and he certainly didn’t want to have to put up with another one.

☆Word Count: 1057

☆Author’s Note: Really excited about this one! As a Hispanic author, I want to do my best with adding some representation in the x reader community. This is very self indulgent, but my best fics usually are. Little note -- Reader uses she/her pronouns.

☆☆

Marcella rushed home, excited to play with her dolls after a long day at school. It had been such a long, gloomy, rainy day today that she wasn’t allowed to play outside with her friends. The young girl was full of energy. Finally getting to test out her new rainboots, she splashed through the puddles on the sidewalks before she raced up her home’s driveway. Pushing open the door, she heard her mother call out,

“Marcella, is that you, dear? You got something in the mail today. I set it up in your room.”

Marcella pushed the door shut, making sure to push extra hard so the door would close properly. The door had gotten stuck a few months prior, but wasn’t her parents’ top priority at the moment, so stuck it would stay.

“Yes mom, it’s me! And thank you!”

Taking off her muddy boots and placing down her raincoat and umbrella in the mudroom, she carefully unzipped her backpack, taking out a ragdoll. Marcella held up her doll, straightening up the doll’s apron and skirt, then fixing it’s red woll hair away from it’s face. She apologized to it for having to ride in the backpack instead of in her arms as they usually did.

“I didn’t want you to get wet.” She explained. “Mother would’ve thrown you into the wash, and I don’t want the same laundry mix up that happened to Andy happen to you, Ann.”

The doll’s eyes glimmered, as if she too remembered when the other doll was thrown into the laundry with starch -- the poor doll was stiff for weeks! After feeling that all was forgiven between her and her doll, she hauled Ann and her backpack upstairs to her nursery. Marcella raced up the stairs, opened the door, and gasped at what lay on her bed -- a bright pink package with a glittery bow. After setting Ann down on a chair next to her brother, Raggedy Andy, she tore open the wrapping paper. She grabbed a pair of safety scissors, tore off the tape, and pulled out a letter. It was from her Grandmother. She read the letter aloud:

“My dearest Marcella,

As you know, I am on a trip visiting the cities, flora, and fauna of Central America. It’s so beautiful. I do wish you could see it with me, so I included some pictures in the other letter -- it’s in this box. They wouldn’t fit in this envelope; there were too many pictures I wanted to send. I miss our Tuesday Tea Parties, but hopefully this gift can take my place at the table until I return. I will return home soon, but until then, give this gift the biggest hug for me.

With love, Grandma.”

Marcella placed the letter next to her on her bed. Growing even more curious than before, she pulled out the present her grandmother sent her. It was a rag doll, similar in appearance to Ann and Andy. She had dark red wool hair, tan, sun kissed skin, a lovely dress, red lips, and rosy cheeks. She had the warmest smile on her face, and her eyes seemed to sparkle.

She read the tag: “(Y/N) the Rag Doll”.

Oh, how much fun she was going to have with her new doll! Sadly, the moment was cut short when she heard her mother call to her, “Marcella dear! I made you a snack! Hurry downstairs, so you can eat it while you finish your homework.”

As much as Marcella wanted to play with the new doll, she knew that she would regret not doing her work when she would have to do it later in the day. After giving her new doll a quick hug, she placed it gently on the bed, grabbed her school bag, and hurried down the stairs.

All is silent in the nursery.

But only for a moment.

The dolls come to life, carefully inspecting the room to make sure Marcella is gone. An “All clear!” is heard from one of the toys, signaling to the other dolls that it’s safe to move about. Ann excitedly bounces off her chair, hurrying to the foot of the bed with the other curious toys. Andy begrudgingly followed. He didn’t feel that he should make a fuss over this new doll, but admittedly, he was a bit curious.

From over the bed, the new doll peaked over the covers, taking in her new environment and all the new faces staring at her.

“Come on down, dear!” Ann called out to the new doll with excitement. “Everyone is excited to meet you!”

Andy scoffed.

“Well, mostly everyone.” Ann added on for her brother, protecting his ego. She giggled at her brother’s attitude. She knew that he didn’t want to seem like the other toys, constantly making such a big fuss, fawning over a new doll, no matter how curious about them he may be.

“Coming!” The new doll shouted down. “Just clear a space for me!”

The other dolls moved away, but Andy stayed put.

“Clear a space?” He scratched his head, confused. “Why would we need to clear a space--”

The doll jumped off the side of the bed, impacting into Andy with a ‘thud’.

The new doll quickly jumped up, extending a hand to Andy.

“I am so sorry, let me help you up.” She apologized, a bit embarrassed at first, but quickly shook it off, placing a pleasant grin on her face. “So much for a good first impression.”

Andy took her hand, hoisting himself up. “You know you could’ve just climbed down? Someone would’ve gone up there to help you.”

“Well,” The doll replied boisterously, dusting herself off, “Which way seemed more fun, chico?”

‘That’s true.’ Andy thought to himself. The fall down did seem much more fun than daintily walking down. Their conversation was cut short when the other dolls began to surround her, frantically making sure she was ok. In the commotion, Andy was pushed to the side. He dusted himself off, crossed his arms, and stomped off. Grumbling to himself, he complained that “No one asked if I was okay. I could’a been hurt too, ya’know...”

Climbing up to the window ledge, he heard the doll introduce herself to the other toys.

“(Y/N).” He thought to himself. “I bet she’ll bring nothing but trouble.”

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