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infernalodie · 11 months

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can you please make the most toe-curling, back arching, earth-shattering jenna ortega imagine where its a black!male!reader where the reader and jenna haven't seen each other in a while so their very sex-starved. Have jenna tease the reader and say something like "i almost had to ask mason for help." considering that he's her love interest in scream VI and the reader goes fucking insane. like I'm talking orgasm denial, dirty talk, maybe choking, and after she comes there are back to back orgasms. it'd be funny to add that she passes out at the end and he goes "put her ass to sleep." anywho, i absolutely love ur writing, as it has been a huge impact in my life, and ur existence as a whole. bc of u i decided to major in english at southern in baton rouge starting this fall.

much love, jennasslut

𝐈𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐭 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚

"𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵"

Inspo: Tory Lanez - In For It Tory Lanez - ...The Make Up

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Black!Male!reader

Summary: She was in for it, but she didn't care if it ended in a long night with you...

Warnings: Smut with no plot (really), degradation kink, choking, orgasm denial, overstimulation and a flash of fluff.

a/n: This is exactly why I write. If I am impacting someone and giving them the motivation to try and create something they see as beautiful, then I am happy with my life. So, I am glad I impacted you and I hope everything goes well! I am also sorry if this is "eh".

Words: 2143

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“So, have you missed me?”

From your position on the other end of the couch, you glanced at Jenna who sat opposite you. Her eyes are curious and interested in how you will answer the question. And you shifting slightly, thinking of the many phone calls that she had left you craving more than just imaginary fantasies, her lips curled.

Truthfully, she knows she didn’t need you to answer the question. How you’ve been looking at her since she got into your car from the airport had been enough. But this spiced things up. She loved testing her luck and seeing how far you would run till the chase was over.

“Of course,” you replied, smiling softly. “The apartment’s been quiet since you left. I’m just glad you’re back.”

Jenna smiled. “Is that all you missed?” She inquired, tilting her head.

That question left you dumbstruck. Lips parted and eyes slightly squinting, a soft chuckle slipping from your lips. “Jenna, it’s been barely an hour since you got back from New York,” you stated. “Why don’t we just enjoy the movie, yeah?”

“You don’t have to play coy, Y/n.” She started to crawl toward you, making you cock your head to the side. Her movements were slow and deliberate to rile you up. The extra sway of her hips, the view of her supple breasts, and her very convincing words. This was no game you were foreign to. “If you want to fuck, we can fuck.” And that’s when she climbed up on you, straddling your waist. Your hands instinctively fell to her hips, feeling out the bare flesh revealed from her crop top. Jenna smiled, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as her nails gently scratched at the back of your neck. “I think it’s what we both want- What we both need.”

“Jenna, come on. You just got back,” you tried to reason, a quiet chuckle filling the abruptness of tensity in the air. “I mean, I’m always down for sex, but you’re tired. We should just relax, all right? Roll one up if it sets the mood right.”

The clear rejection did undoubtedly leave a bitter taste in her mouth. What she must’ve mistaken as a sense of longing had just been you taking her in after so long of being apart. And something about that disappointed her.

“I should’ve just asked Mason to help me out,” she muttered. “Probably had a bigger dick than you.”

You knew she was trying to get inside your head. Wanting you to get self-conscious and prove her wrong. It was fruitless. But you will admit that her statement about Mason did set something off. She’d been poking the bear since she landed and it seemed she finally was getting the reaction she’d been seeking.

And in a matter of seconds, she was ushered to the table and tossed on top. Jenna’s eyes were wide as you stood between her legs, aggressively yanking her pyjama pants off, a few seams ripping.

But getting what she wanted to make her smile. “Oh, is Daddy angry-” Her snarky remark was stopped by you roughly grabbing her jaw. Ripping a gasp from her lips.

You stared daggers into her, pressing the tips of your fingers into her cheeks, compelling her to open her mouth. “You wanna talk like a whore, I’ll treat you like one.” Pushing two fingers into her mouth, you roughly pressed down on her tongue and pushed further until she was gagging. Spit building around your digits and soaking your palm. But when you thought Jenna might push you away, scream at you for being so fucking rough, you were surprised to hear her whine. Her legs wrapped around your waist in an attempt to feel your cock that was peeking from the waistband of your sweatpants. Gagging on your digits that occasionally pushed to her limit.

Pulling your fingers from her mouth, you watched a string connect from the tips of your fingers to her bottom lip. Glancing at her eyes that were watering as she fought every fibre of her being to not speak. Hands gripping the edge of the table that could very much snap under Jenna’s tight grasp.

There was no talk. But the look in your eyes told her enough that this wouldn’t be anything soft. And neither did she want it to be. Being deprived of you for so long, she needed something to remind her why the wait was worth it.

Freeing yourself from your sweatpants, you stroked your cock and Jenna couldn’t take her eyes off of it. During the filming of Scream 6, she had her way of getting something out of you. But when she was on set and getting a video sent to you, it left her salivating and aching. You would stroke your cock, practically starting the video with a mere 30 seconds of you on the brink of orgasm. And Jenna would listen to your deep groans that soon morphed into moans as you reached the precipice of completion.

She’d been needing to see and hear that. She’d been making up too many fantasies to get her through the gruelling filming schedule back in New York. But now having you riled up in front of her, practically on the edge of destroying her, she was excited.

So, feeling your girthy length drive through her folds and brush over her clit elicited a rather pornographic moan from her lips. One that you were quick to comment on. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re already keening at that?” You inquired mockingly. “You’re a desperate bitch, huh?”

Jenna couldn’t bite back, only responding with a gasp as you bottomed out in her. Feeling her walls clench around you, pulling a groan from your lips. Carefully placing closed fists on either side of her, arms flexing as you allowed her velvety walls to allow you to breathe. “Squeezing me so nicely. God, you feel amazing, baby.”

She whimpered, looking up at you with those eyes. Ones that are full of desperation. Full of needs that you could solve. But displaying that gave the submission of control she might’ve thought she had.

But you already stated how this was going to go. No matter how cute she looked at you, there was no changing it. If she was getting what she wanted, then you would as well.

So, when you felt the least bit of resistance, you let your hips move. Stealing Jenna’s breath with each pound that echoed in the quiet apartment. Each thrust was harsher than the last. Making a point to her that her words had consequences. And each thrust caused her toes to curl, head lulling back as she cried out. But even the sounds were stolen from her from each profound slam of your hips.

“Oh, f-f-fuck!” She cried, feeling the fullness of your cock each second. Pressing against the right spots that had her seeing stars. Her toes curled with each pleasurable filling. Her lips faintly twitched in a tired smile as her body was reminded of the heavy exertions you compelled against her.

Whether it was the pace or the strength, Jenna could feel that knot building in her stomach. Her high octave whines giving away the eventual release. Choked breaths fell from her wet lips and just as she was reaching the high, you pulled away completely.

It left her quivering, whining childishly. “W-Why’d you stop?” She reached out for you, attempting to pull you close, seeking the warmth of your body once more.

All you did was brace your hands on the edge of the table. Licking your lips at the sight of her cunt that was soaking wet–squeezing around nothing. And Jenna was on the edge, you could tell by her half-lidded eyes and chest that rose and fell rapidly. She was a mess. You took pride in knowing that you were the only one allowed to see this side of her–that you could be the only one to put her in this state.

So desperate. So needy.

“I’m treating you how you want to be treated,” you replied eventually, not even caring to meet her gaze. “This is what you deserve, sweetheart.”

The way you looked in Jenna’s eyes was perfection. Your bronze skin had a fresh sheen of sweat, muscles flexed as you took in the sight of her figure. Admiring each big and little detail of her. Cock standing stiff with precum dripping from the tip’s slit.

But after a few moments that she was allowed to catch her breath, you pressed into her once more. Your lips find solace along her shoulders or chest. Jenna’s own hands slipped through your hair and yanked with each sharp thrust.

She was reeling at the fact that you kissed everywhere besides her lips. Blocking that level of intimacy with her, which she knew was part of the punishment. And with this cloudy layer resting over her mind, obscuring coherent thoughts, she didn’t know how to explicitly tell you she wanted it. What she did know she could communicate was her need for the release you sourly stole from her.

This time, she tried to keep it hidden from you. Strangling the whines that wished to escape. But if there was one thing that the two of you could take from one another’s relationship, it was the fact that you two knew one another’s bodies too well. Like, way too well. So, when you saw her hands tremble, buckling under her own weight and her walls quivering around you, you knew those were the telltale signs.

And just like last time, you pulled yourself away from her death grip. Grinning at the sound of her crying, your name able to be made out in her babbles.

“Fine. I’ll give you what you want.” Through the tears, she gasped at the slam of your hips. Fingers pressing to her clit and rubbing fast, tight circles. Bringing her the sudden blast of stimulation had her twitching, almost panicking. She aimlessly grabbed at anything that could keep her from sliding off the table. And when you pressed your free hand to her stomach, forcing your cock to drive further ahead, she saw stars.

Face scrunching up, legs quivering and cunt gushing around your cock. And the sight of her arms flexing and stomach doing the same inflated your ego. Her white cream smeared across your length beautifully.

But you continued to rock your hips into her, ruthless and unforgiving.

“W-Wait-!” She breathed, hand gently pressing to your chest, but you didn’t stop. Your jaw ticked. Slightly angling your hips differently before you were pounding into her once more. The new-found soft spot you were hitting left Jenna dumb. Drool escaping the corner of her lips as she babbled pathetically.

Continuing to hit that same angle, your hands moved to hold her sides. Thumbs resuming the pressure in the center of her chest as you used her body like some sort of sex toy. Grinning down at Jenna who was left panting and trying to cling to reality. And although her walls squeezed around you continuously, you kept the same goal.

Hearing her whine and cry as the overstimulation became too much for her to comprehend. That or the sheer impact of orgasms and her body tensing up made her vision fade. And you, being too lost in the pleasure, didn’t see the girl’s legs curl up into her chest before her head hit the table with a thud. Legs limp in your hold as her walls clasped around you one final time, yanking you toward the edge.

By the time you were finished, you were resting your pelvis flush against her. Head lulled back as you breathed heavily. Tired eyes lowering and finding Jenna on another kind of cloud nine. Unconscious and body twitching. Clearly sensitive from any faint movement you made while still inside of her. But you enjoyed the view, kissing her lips softly before lifting her carefully to rest against you.

The angle caused the girl to cry, nails digging into your back. “It’s all right, baby. We’re done.” She relaxed once more, soaking in your warmth. Your thumbs rubbed the back of her thighs soothingly, smiling upon hearing her soft moan of approval.

You laid her down, slipping into the open space beside her in the bed. Able to feel her just barely clinging to consciousness. Eyes faintly squinting to stare up at you. Moaning against you, eyes flickering shut with your hand cupping her cheek. So, you leaned down and kissed her forehead and whispered, “Don’t fucking test me Jenna or it’ll be worse next time.”

And in the haziness, Jenna managed to smile. Hearing your husky tone already warming the apex of her legs as she kissed your wrist tiredly. "I loved every second of it."

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tonyspank · 8 months

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LOST IN THE FIRE

black!singer!reader x jenna ortega (they/them pronouns, but there’s mentions of them having a pp, lol)

warnings: fluff and a tiny bit of angst i guess, my poor attempts at humor again, social media w a bit of irl

a/n: i’ve always wanted to do a social media book. so this is just something fun i came up with, i hope you enjoy :) it’s also a way i can put u guys onto my fav songs 🤭

faceclaim: khalil beth

Is Percy Hynes White Dating Jenna Ortega?

Jenna and Percy have yet to confirm or deny dating rumors, but they have posted many cute cast photos of one another on Instagram. On top of that, Jenna took Percy as her plus one date for the 2023 Golden Globes — and they're set to star in a movie together!

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3 talented artists + jack lani - kehlani jackie - jack tae - matteo

lani Y/N sweetie..

jackie 🙁

tae what'd i miss??

jackie Y/N's fav ex is dating an ugly man 🥺

tae JENNA? NAHH

tae let's hope she leave him too 🤞

tae she'll miss the bbc 🥲

lani omg wdf 😭😭

you ...

jackie now the dots was a lil dramatic

lani JACK 😭😭

you jack stfu before i shave ur beard

tae got his ass

lani LMFAOO

jackie 🤐

tae ok ok but Y/N how are u rn?

lani frr like talk to us

you wdym?

you we broke up why would i be bothered

jackie

🤨

tae 💀💀

lani i've never met anyone who still likes their exes posts

you it's called being mature

you i am able to support her regardless of what happened

tae it's called being delusional

jackie laughed at "it's called being delusional"

jackie i have an idea

jackie

tae fam what is ur camera roll? 💀

lani what's ur idea jack

jackie i'm gonna ask demi for an invite to the scream 6 premiere

jackie then me and Y/N gon jump percy in front of jenna right

lani

side-eye…

jackie and then jenna gon be like

jackie oh my god not my mans getting his ass beat by my ex & their bsf tf

you please stfu 🙏

jackie bro

jackie i'm tryna help you save ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert

tae laughed at "i'm tryna help you safe ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert"

lani 😭😭😭😭

lani i can't breathe

you it's literally just a rumor that they're dating tho

you & i'm not going to the premiere

jackie mhm

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y/nhart what's your favorite scary movie? 🔪 #ScreamVI @screammovies

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screammovies You, of course. 🔪🩸 > y/nhart can we kiss?

jackharlow what did you say in the group chat? > y/nhart that jack harlow is a flop 🤫

user15 bro doing everything but dropping an album 💀 > user1 ong. right my wrongs ep was amazing but it's been 8 months 😭

mrmatteo where was my invite? > y/nhart drop a song then let's talk > user3 what a hypocrite 💀

user8 bite me

kehlani you could never be ghostface > screammovies Its always someone you know. 👻🔪🩸

user11 GO TO THE STUDIO

user992 i have $1,000 frank will drop before this mf

user90 MORE JENNA AND Y/N CONTENT??? > user78 i missed them :')

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Your eyes were starting to water due to the number of flashes from the cameras that were going off around you. The bright lights made it difficult to keep your eyes open, but you knew that this was just part of being in the spotlight.

Jack places a hand on your arm, slightly shoving you towards the exit. You ignore the yells of your name and continue to make your way off the carpet.

Your bodyguard, who had been standing nearby, steps in to create a path through the crowd, shielding you and Jack from the relentless paparazzi.

"Did you talk to Jenna?" Jack asks, leaning close enough for his voice to be heard.

You send the bearded man a glare, shaking your head. "No. I don't even think she's walked the carpet yet."

Jack raises an eyebrow before turning his head to the carpet, which is still filled with celebrities and flashing cameras.

He scans the area, searching for any sign of Jenna among the chaos. He then turns back to you with a smirk on his lips. "I think you're just ducking her."

You roll your eyes at Jack's teasing remark.

"Please, like I have time to play hide and seek with Jenna. I'm just trying to avoid the relentless paparazzi."

You gesture towards the swarm of photographers jostling for the perfect shot.

Jack hums, his smile widening. A thought clicks into his head, causing his smile to drop.

"Oh, yeah! I talked to Melissa, and she is fine as fuck."

You thin out your lips. Jack probably didn't know she was married.

"I'll tell her husband you said that."

"You know what they say. Don't let your husband distract you from finding the love of your life."

You chuckle at his joke.

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"May I say you look amazing tonight?" The interviewer states, smiling as they admire your appearance.

You smile, bringing your hands together to calm yourself before responding.

"Thank you so much."

"Are you a big fan of the Scream franchise?" The interviewer asks, moving their microphone closer.

You nod, your eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Absolutely! Ghostface is such an iconic character, and I love the twists that they put in the movie. It just always keeps you on your toes."

The interviewer chuckles, sharing your enthusiasm. "I completely agree! The Scream franchise has definitely left a lasting impact on the horror genre with its clever storytelling and memorable characters. Speaking of memorable characters, whose is your favorite?"

You pause for a moment, looking up at the sky as you bite down on your lip.

"Uhh... It's hard to choose just one, but if I had to pick, I would say Roman Bridger. I didn't suspect him at all, and his reveal as the mastermind behind everything in Scream 3 was a total shock. Plus, Scott Foley's performance was absolutely chilling."

The interviewer nods, appreciating your choice. "I couldn't agree more. He's surely one to remember."

You nod again, smiling. "For sure. I've always wanted to play Ghostface. Taking off the mask and revealing your plan must be so fun."

The interviewer laughs and says, "I'm sure you'd do great."

Before you could respond with a thank you, the interviewer speaks up.

"Jenna! It's so nice to see you." You turn to see Jenna, your heart dropping at the sight of her.

You force a tight-lipped smile at the brunette. "Hey Jenna, long time no see," you say, trying to sound casual.

Deep down, you can't help but wonder if she still thinks about you.

Jenna returns the smile. "Yeah, it's been a while," she replies softly.

Memories of your past together flood your mind, and you can't help but wonder if there's still a chance for reconciliation.

"You guys are so stunning, I can't even!" The interviewer gushes, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Jenna chuckles, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she turns her attention back to the interviewer.

"Jenna, I've gotta ask. Are you a fan of Y/N's music?" Jenna nods her head, glancing at you again before answering.

"I am. They're very talented musically, and I'm waiting for another album."

You try to fight back a smile, but it fails miserably. The interviewer notices your failed attempt to hide your smile and chuckles.

"Seems like there's mutual admiration here," they remark, noticing the subtle connection between you and Jenna.

You tilt your head, shrugging a bit. "I guess you could say that. Jenna's very talented herself, both musically and in acting."

Jenna feels the butterflies in her stomach erupt as you compliment her.

She's missed you, and she wants nothing more than to reconnect with you. She blushes slightly and responds, "Thank you."

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You walk over to Jenna, interrupting her conversation with Percy. "Jenna."

Jenna turns towards you, a surprised expression on her face as she pauses mid-sentence.

"Come home with me?"

Jenna's eyes widen as she processes your unexpected request, leaving her momentarily speechless.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she nods slowly, her curiosity piqued. "Sure, why not? Let's go."

Percy furrows his eyebrows, watching you and Jenna walk off together.

When you arrive home, you take off your jacket and help Jenna with hers.

Jenna mumbles a thank you before making herself comfortable on the couch.

She looks around the unfamiliar surroundings, seeing as you've changed a few things since the last time she was there.

Jenna's eyes linger on a Polaroid of you and her, capturing a happy memory from months ago. Of course, Jenna still loved you, but was she ready to take the risk of getting hurt again?

She couldn't bear the fact that things might not work out between you two, causing more heartbreak.

Fame had always been a double-edged sword for Jenna. While it had brought her success and recognition, it also came with constant scrutiny and pressure.

It's what ruined you two. Jenna being constantly busy due to acting and you constantly being busy due to singing made it difficult for you both to find quality time together.

Despite the love that still existed between you, the demands of your respective careers created a growing distance that neither of you knew how to bridge.

You walk into the living room, two glasses of wine in your hand. "Actually," Jenna speaks up, and you raise your eyebrows in anticipation.

She continues, "Could we sit on your balcony?"

You nod, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Of course," you say, leading the way to the balcony.

As you settle into the comfortable chairs, the city lights twinkling below, Jenna takes a deep breath and says, "I miss moments like this, just being together without any distractions."

You take a sip of your wine, pausing to savor the flavor before responding. "Me too," you say, gazing out at the night sky.

"I missed you."

Jenna's eyes soften, and she reaches over to gently touch your lap. "I missed you too," she whispers.

"I hope you know that I'm not dating Percy."

"I know," you reply, a small smile forming on your lips. "I knew you wouldn't downgrade like that."

Jenna chuckles softly, her dimples beginning to show. "That's hilarious."

A silence falls over the two of you.

"I couldn't imagine being with anyone other than you," you snap your head towards her, your heart swelling with love at words.

She always knew the right thing to say.

"You're the only one who truly understands me, Y/N." Jenna's eyes meet yours, her brown pupils glistening in the moonlight.

"I can't find myself being vulnerable or trusting with anyone else." She finishes off, breaking away from your gaze.

You don't say anything, you just place your hand over top of hers, which was resting on your lap.

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y/nhart posted on Instagram.

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y/nhart 12...??...23...lost in the fire...earned it...all mine...confident...all mine...oui...greece...get me...kiss land...for free

➕➕➕.

meltdown...i'd do anything to make you smile...boyfriend,girlfriend...rambo...let em'know

@chancetherapper @djkhaled @kehlani @travisscott @jackharlow @feliciathegoat @theweeknd @bnyx

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user12 OMFG BRUH

user99 AOTY

jackharlow deluxe 🔜

bnyx 👨‍🍳🔥🎶

theweeknd 🫡

user77 couldve had better feats tbh > user880 STFU

djkhaled 🔥🔥🔥 WE'LL NEVER STOP 🛑!!!

>user14 TELL EM BRING OUT THE ALBUM ALREADY

user67 i'm about to cry.

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y/nsrealwife posted on Instagram.

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y/nsrealwife i stand by what i said

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user11 unknown? it's jenna😭 > y/nrealwife me when i'm delusional

user45 there's no misses on the album + they ate down in the deluxe > user89 came in my pants when they came on the track w that "t-time, t-time, t-time.."

user66 can we talk abt for free? bro had like 10 viagra pills before pulling up to the studio > user77 💀💀💀

jackharlowsbeard kehlani & jack on the album made me so happy.

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y/nhart mega christmas dump 🎄@jennaortega @jackharlow @mrmatteo @kehlani

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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May I request a Wednesday Addams x Male Black Adam reader

Y/N floats down to Wednesday...

Y/N: I bow before no one

Wednesday: untrue. now bow before me

Y/N: yes my love

Wednesday jumps into Y/N's arms, hugging them tightly...

#submission #wednesday x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday #wednesday x male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #male!reader #male reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #black adam #crossover #horror crossover

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jangofettjamz · 4 months

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Confessions

Jenna Ortega x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: Unexpected events bring you and Jenna a lot closer

Warnings: Abelism

Words: 4430

A/N: You are Emma myers' twin in this fic.

Y/N pov

It's been too long since I've seen Emma. I'm so proud of my twin sister, she's come so far with her career and now she's in a Tim Burton production, like WHAT?!

Emma's so talented and she deserves every amount of success and fortune the world has to give, she's earned that much.

She's currently filming in Romania for her new show "Wednesday", a spinoff show based on the famous addams family, and specifically the daughter of the family: "Wednesday Addams"; played by Jenna Ortega.

I was invited to come and visit her and the cast and crew on set, flight and accommodation paid for and all. Though I was hesitant, being this far away from home wasn't entirely appealing at first, but I couldn't squander the opportunity to see my sister.

However, that's not the only reason I wanted to go. As luck would have it, I've had a crush on Jenna Ortega for a long time and Emma knew this. She visited our home a few times when Emma and her were getting to know each other. Emma had to introduce me to her as she knows I'm not the best at conversation, especially when meeting new people.

We've talked a little everytime she visited, but I was always too shy to say anything other than a few meger words. I never really got to know her as a person.

She assures me she's the most kind and gentle person she's ever known, I would never doubt my sisters word but it still doesn't put me at ease. Social interaction has never been easy for me, no matter how nice or kind the person I'm talking to is.

My sister has been my number one supporter, and I hers. She's never outed my condition to anyone and assured me she'd never tell Jenna if I didn't want her to know, she's always got my back no matter what and I'm beyond thankful for that.

My driver that was assigned to me dropped me off at the sets parking area, not far from the cast's trailers.

"We've arrived sir, Mr Burton will be waiting by the trailers for you." Sir? Gosh that makes me feel so imperial, like an important executive or something, I dunno.

"I er-thank you" I say nervously, my socially awkward nature getting the better of me. I got out of the black SUV and walked to the trailer.

I felt like an outsider here, like I didn't belong so kept my hands in my sleeves and my head down.

There's camera crews here, some extras to fill the background, I even see some of them in cast, but decided not to interact with them. They didn't know me and would probably think I'm some random weirdo who shouldn't be here.

I know that sounds a bit dramatic, but people have been cruel to me in the past just for trying to talk to them. That's always been my main deterrent from social interaction; the fear of what people will think of me.

These negative thoughts were starting to send me spiralling so I blocked them out for now, making my way to the trailers. I can't wait to see Emma.

I'm at the trailer area and see a man with unkempt hair and tinted glasses leaning against a trailer door, is that... TIM BURTON?! I knew I was gonna meet him but it's kinda unreal when you meet an icon such as him in person.

A smile formed on his face and he made his way towards me, my eyes avert his figure as my nerves began to set in. "Hello Y/N, it's good to finally meet you, your sister holds you in such high esteem." He says offering me a hand to shake.

Emma's been talking about me? To Tim Burton? Good things I hope. "I-I It's nice to meet you to Mr Burton, it's an honor to be here." I say nervously, shaking his hand and meeting his gaze with a nervous smile.

He chuckles "Please just Tim, no need for formalities. You're among friends here, Y/N."

I didn't understand, what did he mean I was among friends? He's just met me and he's nicer than most people have been to me throughout my entire life.

Though puzzling this maybe, I couldn't help but smile at being accepted for once among a group. It felt liberating.

"C'mon let's go meet the cast, I know two that have been dying to meet you." Two? I know Emma is one, but two? Who could possibly want to see me.

I followed to a trailer not far from where we met. I see a coat hanging from the railing of the trailer's steps, that's Emma's coat.

Tim gives me a warm smile and says "She's waiting for you kiddo, she'll be very happy to see you again." I nod and smiled back. I reach for the door know and open the door to the trailer, I see a girl with blonde hair and coloured highlights, is that...

"Emma?" She turns to face me. A smile forms on her face, an smile I would recognise anywhere.

"Y/N/N!!!!" She rushes towards me and tackles me to the ground in a hug, making yelp in the process. Usually this sort of surprising affection would make me nervous, but it was my sister so I all it. Besides I missed her dearly.

I reciprocated the hug, though it was difficult seeing as I was on the ground. "Hi sis', you missed me that much?" I ask playfully while standing back to my feet.

"Like you wouldn't believe, I miss all of you. How have you been?" She asks me, she knows about my struggles and I'm glad she still cares.

"Umm... things have been okay. Socialising is still really difficult, I almost didn't come here because of the distance. You know how much I hate being away from home" she gives a smile of sympathy and rubs my shoulder to comfort.

"But you still did it and I'm so proud of you for taking that step. You're still with family here in Romania, Jenna is excited to see you too, she's so lovely Y/N, you should get to know her" talk to Jenna Ortega? My stomach turns from nervousness.

The door to the trailer suddenly opens, a small Latin girl appears sporting black pigtails and black blazer. Jenna Ortega.

It's not surprising that she's here, she's playing the main character of the show after all. However, it's still messing with my mind that I'm standing in front of MY crush. I didn't know if I was just lucky, or if the universe just wanted me to humiliate myself in front of my crush.

I was quickly pulled out of my thoughts when she turned to me after she stopped talking to Emma. My twin did me a solid and introduced her to me so I didn't have to talk, she knows I don't have great speaking abilities when I meet new people.

She started her introduction "Jenna, you remember Y/N right? My other half." She says which makes Jenna laugh.

"Hi Y/N, it's so nice to see you again. Emma talks about you all the time" Of course she does. I shyly wave at her, averting eye contact away from her, my nerves completely taking over.

She stepped closer to me "Hey, are you okay?" She says sweetly, Emma's right she is really nice. I nod my head to reassure that I'm okay, even though I'm most definitely not and Emma knew this.

The trailer door opened again revealing a tall, dirty blonde guy with long hair. I had never seen him before, he didn't look very nice.

"Hey Jenna, Emma" he says happily, then his eyes fall to me. "Who's this?" He says, his voiced indicating his clear annoyance by my presence.

"Hey percy, this is my twin brother, Y/N" I shyly wave at him, he scoffs and moves swiftly to talk to Jenna. What a dick.

Emma's phone rings "Ah shit, guys I have a scene to do. Please look after him and get to know each other, love you Y/N" she says kissing me on the cheek. Great, now I'm left with two people I don't know, one being my crush, the other, a massive dickhead. Great.

I sit down on the couch behind me, Jenna taking a seat next to me much to percy's dismay. I start playing with my hands, something I do when I'm very nervous. Jenna picked up on this so she decided to ask me a question to ease the tension.

"So Y/N, do you have any interests or hobbies?" She's says to me with a smile, that same sweet tone still consistent.

I started "I-I like movies, I'm a massive horror fan. I build legos, play video games as a hobbie, and do programming as a side job. I find the arithmetic nature of programming to be quite fascinating, keeps my brain constantly at work." I say quietly.

She started to speak again "Programming? Wow you must be quite intelligent to do that" I shrug, my lack of confidence really shining through.

Percy scoffs "Jeez do you just sit there looking depressed all the time." I gave him a pleading look, I didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

"N-no I didn't mean t-to--" I cut myself off, not wanting to embarrass myself anymore than I just did. I don't even know what I did wrong, just goes to show my complete lack of social awareness.

But something unexpected happened "Percy, why are you being such an asshole. He's just shy and that's fine. He didn't do anything wrong." She actually came to my aid and defended me.

"I heard he was autistic, Jenna. I overheard Emma talking to him on the phone one time. He's a freak." The moment I heard the word freak my eyes started to tear up, sniffles followed afterwards.

I started to hastily rock myself as a grounding technique, a shaky breath came from my mouth trying to contain the tears within.

Jenna was standing there with a her phone out recording the whole thing, I thought she was doing this to laugh at with percy later, however what happened next changed that theory.

Jenna slapped the smirk off his face, he was on the ground and fear replaced his shit-eating grin. I could see the fear flashing in his eyes as Jenna loomed over him, a fiery anger in her brown orbs.

She raised her right hand and pointed at him while speaking "Don't you ever say that again you abelist dick. Even if he is autistic, I would never think that as a bad thing. Get out Percy, once I show this recording to Tim, you are done" she says calmly, yet angrily simultaneously.

He didn't need to be told twice as he stumbled out the door; fear still emanated from his person after the bitch slap he received.

Jenna POV

What an asshole, like seriously how the fuck could anyone be so shallow to immediately hate someone because they're different. Fuck that guy honestly, the moment we're done filming I'm cutting contact with him completely.

Y/N looked destroyed, I'd seen him a handful of times and this is the longest interaction we've had, but it was heartbreaking nonetheless. I wanted to comfort him since Emma was busy filming. I sat down next to him and started to talk.

"Y/N it's okay now, he's gone and if he knows what good for him, he won't come back." He nodded, seemingly no change was made to his demeanour. I decided a more physical approach was necessary.

"Y/N can I touch you?" He hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded. I touched his shoulder, my thumb rubbing in circles. "Are you autistic, Y/N? It's okay you can tell me, I know you don't know me but I promise I would never judge you, never ever."

I hope he knows my words are genuine, perhaps even comforting. He gives me with one more glance before signing under his breath then nodding, confirming what percy had told me. He shouldn't have outed Y/N like that, it's his right to tell me when or if he even wanted to in the first place.

"You're so brave, you know that?" He looked at me confused. I continued speaking "You're braver than you know sweetheart, I'm so sorry that we had to meet again under these circumstances but I want you to know that I'm so proud of you. I can only imagine how hard it must've been to come here so far away from home, only to be ridiculed by some asshole who doesn't know his head from his own ass." He laughs, making me smile knowing I'm doing something right.

I make a solemn vow to him "I swear to you, that recording I took will be shown to Tim and the producers, he will be dealt with accordingly. I promise you." Percy will not go unpunished for this.

"We've only met a couple times, but you're bravest and sweetest person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. I can tell that everything you're sister told me about you is true." I wipe his tears from his face with my thumb, his eyes still glassy and red from the crying.

"Why are you so nice to me? You don't even know me." He says barely above a whisper.

"Because unlike Percy, I accept you for who you are and I'll help you whenever you need me. I'm with you now Y/N and I'm not going anywhere." His lips begin to quiver, indicating that he's about to cry again.

"Would you like a hug?" I ask, unsure if that amount of physical touch is something he would want. He nods and I open my arms for him "c'mere honey" he fell into my arms, head on my shoulder as his tears shower my Wednesday outfit, but I couldn't care less.

His arms wrapped tight around me, my arms securely around him. I began to rock him gently to comfort him, my hand carding through his hair. "Shhhh, you're safe now honey, it's just me and you, nobody else. I'm so sorry for what happened but I promise you that everything's gonna be okay, I'm not leaving you."

I feel something for this boy, and I know he feels something for me, Emma may or may not have told me about the crush he has on me. I didn't make him feel embarrassed, now's not the time.

"I-I shouldn't have come h-here, e-everyone hates me!" My heart broke hearing those words. Percy had destroyed his self-esteem with his heartless words, his confidence had vanished into the aether.

I held him tighter against me, wanted him to feel all the affection I can give to counter his negative thoughts. "Nobody hates you Y/N, I certainly don't and neither do your sisters and parents". Percy's words were awful and further projects his insecurities."

"He's right though, I'm am a freak. Emma's normal, my other sisters are normal, my parents too. I can't socialise properly, can't read social cues, I'm only good at messing things up! I'm useless!" He was shaking violently, a barrage of new tears came streaming down his cheeks, Percy was going to pay for what he's done.

I lift his face from my shoulder, holding his cheeks in both my hands. "You are not useless! You're anything but useless! You're incredible Y/N, just like your sister and I've got your back just like I've got hers. Percy is done after today, mark my words."

He smiles at my words, convinced by them even. "You wanna know something?" He looks at me with intrigue. "I've admired you since the day we met, you're so beautiful, sweet and kind. You're not useless at all, you're perfect, just the way you are."

"Everytime your sister talks about you I listen to her in awe of you, you're an amazing person sweetheart, don't ever let someone make you think otherwise." I say with sincerity.

He looked shocked. "You're just saying that." He says not believing me.

"Can I prove it?" I ask a little nervously. He nods and I ask him another question. "Can I kiss you?" A bold move by me but he needed to know just how serious I am.

His cheeks turn a bright pink, very much akin to a rose. He nods and I lean in the kiss his lips softly, a gentle kiss to show him my intention are indeed pure. "I like you alot Y/N, and I'd love to be a part of your life from now on, If you'll have me."

He smiled, genuine and real "I like you too, Jenna. I'd love to have you in my life." I take him back in my arms, in the position we were previously in, rocking him gently in my arms. His eyes began to droop a little, he looked exhausted from all the crying.

"You can fall asleep if you want, just relax darling, everything's gonna be okay now." We sat on the couch, his head on my chest, my arms locked around his figure. "There there, you're okay darling" I cooed softly.

His eyes shut, nothing was heard expect the soft breaths coming from his nose. I kissed his temple and let him sleep until Emma returned from filming, she need to know the truth.

- 2 hours later

I've been catching up on breaking bad while Y/N has been sleeping peacefully on my chest, really good show this is. My hand has been absentmindedly carding through his hair.

God he looks so adorable, I never want to let go of him. I'm honored that he trusts me enough to be apart of his life, to be his girlfriend, an honor I certainly don't take for granted.

The door to the trailer opens, Emma walking through the entrance. She was shocked to see the position me and Y/N laid in, though this was expected as she didn't know what had transpired a couple hours ago.

"We need to talk" I say, she looked at confused but nodded. I began to get up as gently as possible to not wake up Y/N, though it was more tricky than anticipated. He groaned sleepily, not completely aware of his surroundings.

I put him at ease, "it's okay honey, I'll be back don't worry" his body eased at the words and untensed around me, allowing me to lift his head off my chest without waking him. Emma and I walked out of the trailer and gently shut the door behind us, it was time she learned the truth.

"What happened in there?" She asked with concern.

"Watch this video" I show her the recording on my phone, the horror she felt was palpable, her own brother being reduced to tears; by her own co-star no less. "I'm so sorry, Emma" was all I could say.

She turned to me and embraces me in a hug which I returned immediately. "Thank you for helping him, he won't ever forget what you did for him" her voice wobbly, she was crying. "I should've been there to stop him! He's gonna pay for this!" She storms off, presumably to find percy.

I chase after her, jesus she's fast "Emma wait!" I called out but she didn't falter in her movements, she was on a mission to find the asshole who hurt her brother.

After about 5 minutes of searching we found Percy talking with Tim as if he did nothing 2 hours prior, we stormed towards him. Percy's noticed us walking towards him, fear replaced his expression, Tim however was more confused by our angered demeanour.

"YOU ASSHOLE! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT TO HIM, HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" Emma exclaimed, tears falling fast down her face. "HE'S THE SWEETEST PERSON IN THE WORLD AND YOU DESTROYED HIM! WHAT FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! She sobs out, I rubbed her back in comfort.

Tim looked even more confused now "What's going on, Percy what is she talking about?" He says raising an eyebrow, demanding to know what happened.

I answer for him, leaving no chance for Percy to alter the truth in any way. "Watch this video, Tim." He watched the video of what went, disgust was etched onto his face, all the while I was staring down the asshole who caused this mess. The look on his face is priceless, as though his career had flashed before his eyes.

Tim finished the video and turned to percy, inhaling before he spoke. "Percy once you're scenes are finished, you're done, fired. You have no future here." He says coldly, disappointment lacing his rough tone. "You will be paid for your work, but we will cease all contact after that."

Percy was distraught, he begged and pleaded for Tim to reconsider "Please Tim, I'm sorry I really am! It's was just a joke!" Emma was disgusted with him, so was I.

Emma was face to face with percy, she may have been shorter, but her anger made her far more imposing. "I'm not a violent person percy, but if you EVER say or even look at my brother in a way I find offensive ever again, you will be dealing with a far different side of me." He gulped and nodded, knowing better than to test her.

She continued "For your sake, I will not leak those videos, but so help me god I will not hesitate to ruin your life if you step out of line again." And with that she walks off to see her brother.

I walk up to Percy and warn him one final time "Be thankful you're only losing a Job opportunity Percy. Make no mistake, if you make any attempt to contact me, Emma, or dear Y/N, I will leak those videos to everyone and destroy your life within seconds. Do you understand me?" He nodded and I walk away with the knowledge that Percy Hynes White is a coward.

I return to the trailer to find Emma and Y/N talking about what went down with him and Percy "No matter what Y/N, I'll always protect you from people like him, and so will Jenna" he looks over to me and I offer a gentle, reassuring smile and sit down next to him. I kiss his cheek and pulled his head onto my chest and pressed play on the TV.

"So what did I miss with you two?" Emma asks playfully and we both laughed uncontrollably, forgetting the last few hours for a while with laughter and love.

- 9 months later

Wednesday was a massive hit with critics and viewers, my career has skyrocketed to heights I never thought imaginable. Though, I never let that inflate my ego and become someone who I depised, you know who I'm referring to.

Percy was promptly fired after he finished all of his scenes, nor was he allowed to attend any of the press events to promote the show. He hasn't tried to contact me or any of my friends, the first smart decision he's made.

Y/N and I are still going strong, though I wouldn't have doubted that for a second. Like I said to him all those months ago, he's perfect just the way he is.

Socialising is still a struggle for him, so is communicating with me sometimes. However, I vowed to help him and understand his condition, to guide him in a world that misunderstood him.

He's laying on my chest, me stroking his hair. He's asleep after coming with me to a press junket to promote the show. Even if he's behind the cameras, his support is so appreciated.

Emma has been so supportive of our relationship, which is great because I would've hated things to be awkward between, and potentially ruin Y/N's relationship with her.

Fans of mine have began to notice Y/N after his appearance at the premiere, the Internet practically exploded when they saw us hand in hand. Y/N isn't fond of the attention but loves the nice comments people have left, any boost to his self esteem he cherishes.

Suddenly the phone rang, it was Tim Burton, probably discussing plans for season 2. I picked up the phone, being careful not to wake Y/N.

"Hello Jenna, is Y/N with you?" He says. What could he want with Y/N?

"Yeah I'll get him" I gently shake him to wake him up. He groaned as I shook "Babe wake up someone's on the phone for you" he rose from my chest and groggily took the phone from my hand.

"Hello, Y/N speaking" he says lowly.

He talks with tim, his groggy expression is replaced with shock, a stark contrast from earlier.

"Yes ill talk with her about it" talk with me about what? What is Tim planning?

"Thank you I'll see you soon" he hung up and turned to me, a smile etched onto his face like he just won the lottery.

"What?" I say laughing

He opened his mouth, only to stutter when trying to form words. He eventually got his words out "He wants me to replace Percy as Xavier" I scream out of excitement and he quickly covered his ears.

"You're gonna do great, I'll be right there with you" his smile is replaced with worry.

"What if they don't like me as Xavier? What if my acting is bad? I have no acting experience, Jenna. What am I gonna do?" He starts to ramble a bit so I kissed him, calming his nerves within an instant.

He drew back for air and reassured him "You're gonna be great babe, way better than Percy, I guarantee that." I pulled him back to a kiss.

The kiss turned more passionate, only pulling back for pockets of air. "You're so beautiful baby, my beautiful boy" he blushes intensly at my praise. "I love you Y/N, so so much" I say breathlessly. He picks me up while kissing me, leading me to the bedroom. I would love to describe how the rest of our day was spent...

But some things are best kept secret... if you know what I mean. ; )

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #male reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #jenna marie ortega #tara carpenter x you

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pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - simpy reader is back at it again with doing whatever Jenna wants, and we are here for it

warnings - fluff, jenna is such a sweetheart

an - summer is gonna kick my butt this year

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You yawned, rolling over in your bed to grasp onto the pillow behind you. Warmth from the rising sun coated your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

Your face was buried in the pillow, the faint smell of Jenna’s sweet perfume invading your senses. She has been gone for over five months with filming a new movie, details to you were unknown as she was required to keep her mouth shut about production until the release date would be announced.

To say that you were incredibly disappointed when you found out she would be gone for so long, would be an understatement. Hugging her goodbye at the airport was one of the hardest things you have ever had to do, besides burying your dog, but that sadness is on a whole other level that you can’t begin to describe.

The sound of your ringtone jolted you out of your half-asleep state, causing you to groan unpleasantly. You rolled over, a few joints popping the process, and blindly felt around your nightstand for your phone. Once you picked it up, you moved back into your previous position to see why your phone was ringing.

An unknown number appeared at the top of your screen, ringing from Venice, Italy. Initially, you ignored it and put your phone back, assuming it was a spam call. But after it rang two more times, you decided to pick it up.

“Hello?” You said, voice heavy with sleep.

“Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?” A soft male voice asked.

“Yes.” You replied, sitting up and rubbing your eyes before looking at your alarm clock, “Who is this? It’s 7:30 in the morning, why are you calling me?”

“I’m Jenna Ortega’s assistant, I’m calling to tell you that she is flying in to the airport and will be picked up in about an hour.”

You froze on the spot, your index finger in your mouth trying to pick your teeth.

“What did you say?” You asked, now much more awake and present.

“That Jenna is flying in and will be-.”

“She’s not supposed to be back until July 23rd.”

“Jenna wanted to come home instead of staying with her friend to celebrate for the last couple weeks, hence why she is going to be picked up in an hour.” He said, slight irritation in his voice.

“Why’d she not tell me this?” You questioned more to yourself than him as you stood up to head to your bathroom.

“I am no wiser than you, I’m just here to relay the message she gave to me.”

“Okay, thanks for calling.” You murmured, a ping of sadness in the back of your throat.

“Of course, have a nice day.”

You sighed, sliding your phone into your pocket and grabbing your toothbrush from the counter, running it under water before bringing it to your mouth.

Why would she not tell you she was coming home? What could she possibly be doing for weeks on end that would be considered ‘celebrating’? Who is this ‘friend’ she could’ve stayed with for that long? What was she not telling you?

“Fuck.” You said, spitting out the toothpaste and staring at yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes trailed over yourself, taking in your appearance and your flaws. Insecurities bubbled up inside of you, making your brain jump into an overthinking mode. You started to point out things about yourself that could and would potentially cause Jenna to not love you anymore; some being your thighs, your weight, and even your eyes which Jenna always fawns over.

You seemed to be staring for awhile, because the sound of a doorbell startled you out of your daze.

“Is she home already?” You mumbled, checking your phone to see the time, “Damn okay.”

You hurried to the front door, running your hand through your hair to look at least somewhat presentable before turning the handle and opening it.

There stood Jenna, dressed in adidas loungewear, a hat, and her infamous black headphones strung around her neck. Her many suitcases were behind her, plus a man who looked to be carrying more of her bags.

“Hey.” She said, a smile on her face as she stepped in to your shared apartment.

She pulled her suitcase behind her, gesturing to the man where to put her bags. He set them in the kitchen, eyed you in your oversized band shit and thankfully hidden underwear, and saw himself out.

“Baby.” You turned to Jenna’s voice, blushing when you saw her opening her arms to you.

You obliged, walking straight into her body, wrapping your arms around her to pull her into a tight hug. She was warm, and smelled of stale coffee but you didn’t mind. Her arms pulled you in closer, her nose burying into your hair as she inhaled your shampoo.

“I guess you missed me.” She noted, swaying you slightly as a calming method, “Am I correct?”

“Mmph.” You hummed, not wanting to let go of such a comfortable person, “You’re warm.”

Jenna giggled, music to your ears, and made an effort to rub your arms with her hands to heat you up. You groaned against her, tucking your face into her neck.

“Did I wake you up?” She asked, one of her hands sliding up your back and into your hair, “You look like you just did.”

“Your snappy assistant woke me.” You murmured, sighing when she started to massage your scalp.

“Oh Jack? Yeah he is a bit of a pushover.”

You snorted, giving her a squeeze before leaning back to be face to face with her. She gazed at you, her brown eyes searching yours as she bumped her nose into yours.

“C’mere.” You mumbled before moving forward and connecting your lips to hers.

She sighed happily, wrapping her arms around your neck to keep you close to her. Your lips slid against hers, the soft sounds of kissing filling your kitchen.

“Yeah, I missed you.” Jenna whispered between kisses, humming when you pushed her up against the counter so she would sit on it.

“Five months is way too long.” You said, squeezing her thigh with your hand, “Don’t leave for that long again, please.”

She nodded, tilting your chin back with her hand to press her lips to your neck before hopping off of the counter and heading towards your bedroom.

“Can you grab my bags for me please?” She called behind her, eyes cast down to her phone.

Immediately you did, grabbing her things and following her into your shared bedroom. She was seated on the bed, scrolling through her phone while you set her bags down and go to work putting her clothes away in her closet.

You organized it neatly, knowing that Jenna preferred her clothes to go in rainbow order from t-shirts to pants. As you worked, you failed to notice that she had laid down on her bed and was watching you.

“You wanna get some food later?” She asked, making you turn around to meet her gaze, “Just me and you?”

You smiled, nodding in agreement, and turned back to finish unpacking for her. Once you put all of her clothes away, she was quick to find an outfit for you that was suitable in her eyes, and then you both were off into the town.

The car ride was peaceful, windows down and a nice breeze flowing through. Jenna had your hand in her lap, her fingers intertwined with yours while your other hand held the steering wheel. Music played softly over the radio, a song that made your passenger hum along contently.

“Left at the next light.” Jenna said to you, her eyes focused on the directions on her phone.

You followed her words, turning your (actually Jenna’s) car down a narrow road until you found a parking spot to stop at. After you turned the car off, you hurried out and over to Jenna’s side so you could open the door for her.

She giggled when you did, leaning up to plant a kiss on your cheek and murmuring something about being such a chivalrous lady, before taking your hand and leading you along to where she wanted to go.

The restaurant she picked was gorgeous, a little cottage breakfast spot that had a great view of the beach below. Jenna asked to be seated outside, meaning you were down on the sand instead of inside the cozy restaurant.

“We’ll both take a water to start.” Jenna told the waiter as you both sat down, a sweet smile on her face as he walked away.

One of the many perks of being with Jenna, is that she knew you so well that she could speak for you almost whenever. You weren’t big on public social interactions, so Jenna took the role of talking for you and being your anchor while being out and about with her.

“What looks appealing to you?” She asked, her brown eyes scanning over the menu, “Anything?”

“Eggs Benedict sounds delicious to me.” You said thoughtfully, setting your menu down to give you full attention to your girlfriend.

“That does sound good.” She replied, her eyes glinting with excitement when she saw a certain meal on the menu, “Oooo Avocado Toast.”

You smiled, shamelessly admiring her from across the table. Under the golden glow of the early morning sun, she looked extremely radiant; full of light and joy that had your heart thumping like a drum.

How you got to become her girlfriend, it was beyond you to understand, but you were very aware of how lucky you were. Jenna is one in a million, and you were the soul person she chose to let into her closely guarded life. She made you feel wanted and cared for, and that was something you cherished everyday.

“Here is your waters.” Your waiter said, appearing out of absolutely nowhere, “Have we decided on our orders?”

“Avocado Toast with some tomate slices and vinegar,” Jenna said, peering at the menu, “And an order of Eggs Benedict with the pepper on the side, please.”

Your waiter nodded, finishing jotting down your orders before taking your menus and walking away.

“It’s nice out.” Jenna noted, staring at the waves rolling over the sand, “I bet the water is warm.”

“Do you want to go swim or something?” You joked, sipping your water with a grin.

“We should, it would be nice.” She said, turning her eyes back to you.

“You just wanna see me in a swimsuit.”

“I’ve seen you in less.”

You blushed, your nose scrunching up while your face flushed red. Jenna suppressed a laugh, holding her hand out for you to take while she tried not to giggle.

“It’s nice having you here, Jen.” You said, resting your hand in hers, “I did miss you.”

“I promise those long filming times will be cut a lot shorter.” She mumbled, chin her in her hand as she lovingly gazed at you, “I have more important things that doing a movie.”

“Like what?”

“Like you.”

“Oh my god.” You pulled your hand away, hiding your face while Jenna properly laughed this time.

“Seriously though,” She said, taking a sip of water, “I’ll be with you much more often from now on.”

You nodded into your hands, only sitting up when your food arrived. The meal was delicious and perfectly subdued your growling stomach from lack of food earlier this morning. Once you both finished and Jenna paid the bill, she took your hand and pulled you onto the beach for a walk along the shore.

She tucked herself into your side, pulling your arm around her shoulders while her own went around your waist. Every now and then, she would lean up and press a few kisses to your jaw while you walked, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You soon realized she was doing it when people walked by, putting on a little show of how much she adored and owned you.

“No need to be possessive baby.” You reassured, stopping when she cupped your cheeks, “I’m only for you.”

“Better be.” She murmured lowly before stepping on her tiptoes to kiss you.

You recuperated immediately, slotting your lips into hers. She tasted different from this morning, hints of cherry lipgloss and a breath mint were on her tongue, but you weren’t complaining.

“I love you.” Jenna said after pulling back to catch her breath, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” You replied, leaning into her hand, “And most.”

Her eyes softened, a genuine gentle smile on her face. She pulled you in again, giving your lips a kiss that was only ever reserved for you; soft and loving that made your heart flutter pleasantly.

“Te amo, mi amor.” She murmured against your lips.

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MASTERLIST

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Masterlist

COBRA KAI

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Samantha Larusso

Tory Nichols

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Masterlist

TVD-Universe

Klaus Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Hope Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

TVD

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Masterlist

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Daemon Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Jacaerys Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist

GAME OF THRONES

Daenerys Targaryen

Masterlist

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Jennifer Jereau

Emily Prentiss

Masterlist

THE MARVELOUS MRS MAISEL

Lenny Bruce

Miriam Maisel

Masterlist

ACTOR/ACTRESS & SINGER'S

Jensen Ackles

Jenna Ortega

Tokio Hotel

More will be added as requests are placed!

I will do NOT write

Threesome

Male!reader

Tv show couples ex: Damon Salvatore x Elena Gilbert

Yandere

Romanticization of mental health, eating disorders, depression, any type of self harm, physical abuse, any forced sexual activities, any hate towards LGBTQ People/Rights, any hate towards Transgendered people/Rights, or any hate towards race.

Pedophilia, or activities, child abuse and more.

These NSFW themes - A/B/O, humiliation/degrading kink and more Pregnancies Incest (with the exception of got and hotd)

Characters with some physical disability (nothing against it, I just wouldn’t want to write it wrong)

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If you want to be added to the tag list, send me a message!🩷

Is there anything you'd like to see in the future from my blog?

Note: Depending on what it is, I might be able to make it happen. All I ask is that you ask kindly.

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97ify · 1 year

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ʬʬ﹕ MEET THE DRiVER .ᐟ

BENJi or JENNA ORTEGA’s REAL GF (CANON) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⌁ nineteen. he!xe. puerto rican. your typical mean lesbian !

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⠀ ❝ shut the actual fuck up before i raw dog your mom. ❞

personal shit ! ☆

ABOUT JJ ✦ professional milf fucker. graphic design major. aspiring sugar momma. uzui tengen’s doppelgänger (i have so many wives fr). irl ava ayala (100%). miles morales’ actual cousin (real). venom's real life best friend (aside from eddie ofc). certified makima & himeno hater. diagnosed BPD pill popper. eren's biggest bully (so real it's canon). soul’s guardian. denji’s sibling. quanxi’s fifth gf (not clickbait).

MY ACCOUNT ✦ is for hispanic/latines that never see themselves in either oc's or readers, mainly because they're always white and don't have culture. it is also for my tall girls (i'm only 5'6, but tall women are everything) who never get representation in media, aside from the tall girl movie where they weaponized her height until the last 30 mins of that god forsaken film. so if you're one of the two, or even both, then my account is definitely for you love.

my beloveds ! ☆

ANIMANGA(S) ✦ attack on titan. god of high school. jujutsu kaisen. classroom of the elite. soul eater. chainsaw man. blue lock. gangsta. tokyo revengers. haikyuu. demon slayer. death note. hunter x hunter. sailor moon. angels of death.

COMFORT LOSER(S) ✦ takemichi hanegaki. michael afton. yuji itadori. denji hayakawa. suzune horikita. mikasa ackerman. mori jin. black star. meguru bachira. nicolas brown. aran ojiro. suma uzui. misa amane. killua zoldyck. usagi tsukino. isaac foster.

vibin’ things ! ☆

PLAYLIST ✦ bts. piwon. e'last. ateez. txt. le sserafim. new jeans. twice. xdinary heroes. onlyoneof. wonho. jiae. monaleo. megan thee stallion. flo milli. glorilla. kehlani. young m.a. ski mask the slump god. d4vd. kali uchis. joji. mitski. rae sremmurd. bad bunny. daddy yankee. melanie martinez. pierce the veil. zion & lennox. hector & tito. selena. a boogie.

MI FAVORITAS ✦ women. milfs. racing (fast cars). music. drawing. coloring. writing. reading. the color pink. dogs. cats. embracing and getting educated on my culture. kpop. watching kdramas. video games. maladaptive daydreaming. anime. mangas. manhwas. horror movies. slashers. lesbians.

⠀ ✿ 。 ׄ ׅ 𝟶𝟶 ׄ 𓈒 : 𝟶𝟶 ꞌꞋ ۪ ׄ ﹏

mis escribe ! ☆

BASIC STUFF ✦ i always write tall (6'2), indigenous taíno puerto rican oc's for my stories. only time i won't is when a request specifically asks for an unlabeled reader, or a specific type of reader that doesn't correlate with my typical one.

WARNINGS Y DISCLAIMERS ✦ i am obviously lesbian (if you still couldn't tell), so a majority of my writings will be for female characters and/or non-male characters. however, whenever i DO do an x male character book or oneshot, it'll either be a request from a mutual or because it's one of my favs.

mi personalidad ! ☆

MY ATTITUDE ✦ i am very blunt and honest, when it's needed. i try my best not to be sarcastic all the time online cause i am in real life and it's caused too many altercations for my liking, especially since i don't like people. if i sense something is off, i'll tell you. if you did something wrong, i'll tell you, so i expect the same in return. but aside from that, i try my best to be as nice as possible, especially to others with similar interests.

DISORDERS ✦ i have both ADHD & BPD (recently diagnosed with BPD) and i'm still trying to adjust to it, and the medicine. furthermore, i have moments where i "split" which means i won't want to interact, talk, or even do anything. i become a state of wanting nothing to do with anyone; friends, family, no one. so when that does happen, i will put my account on lockdown and won't be active until it's over, which usually lasts a few days.

➷ TO ADD ONTO THAT . . . whenever i take my ADHD medicine, it usually makes my splitting worse due to the symptoms of the medication, and also makes my anger issues insufferable. the only reason i'm making these publicly known is because i've learned from my mistakes in the past about not alerting people of them and it causing problems in the future.

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a-constant-gay-panic · 2 years

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! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED !

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it:

Jenna Ortega

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis

Timothée Chalamet

Finn Wolfhard

Zendaya

Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)

plus sized!reader

In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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That’s all from my side, love ya <3

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infernalodie · 1 year

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Do you think you could do a Jenna Ortega fic . Either male or female reader and they are like really tall so a lot taller than Jenna because she's like 5ft 1. And it can be about anything.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚

"𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭' 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘨, 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦"

Inspo: 6lack - Pretty Little Fears

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Black!Male!reader

Summary: It’s honorable to put your guard down...

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 1563

Jenna heard you arrive at her apartment before she saw you or received a text from you. But your lumbering feet and quiet mutterings from the thin walls that encased her apartment, she could tell exactly by the smallest of details.

She was seated on the couch when you walked in. Eyes heavy with exhaustion and your work jacket halfway off your body as you walked in the direction of her room. Muttering a quiet greeting as your loud footsteps shook the floor. This was your system every time you came home from a long day at work and knew that in a minute or so, you would come over and lay on the couch and watch youtube with your head resting in her lap. Maybe order some food so the two of you could relax in one another’s embrace.

But as you reentered the room, Jenna quickly noticed you walking in the direction of the kitchen. “What’re you doing?” Jenna inquired, closing her phone and following. Leaning against the island and watching you curiously.

In your work pants that had paint, drywall particles, and little slivers of wood stuck in the fabric. Shirt with a bleach stain along the bottom, you grabbed an apron and slipped it on. “I’m making you food,” you answered softly, tying the garment around your waist and turning halfway to your girlfriend. “You gonna join me?”

Jenna stared up at your hulking figure, practically a spec of dust from your perspective. Unable to help herself from the dirty thoughts that invaded her thoughts with you towering over her. Unintentionally getting her worked up without so much as a touch or word. Your warm eyes and lean figure could simply get her wanting to tie you down and have fun. Your chocolate-toned skin glistens with sweat. Love bites leaving a red-tinged mark on your chest as she slowly worked her way down. And your eyes are swamped with wants and needs. Things that she could only provide. Oh, how much she would love for that right about now-

“Get your head out of the gutter.” Jenna blinked rapidly, shaking her head slightly as she looked up at you in question. You smiled. “We can have sex after supper, sweetheart.” Leaning down, you kissed her flushed cheeks.

She gently pushed you away, trying to hide how red her face was. “I wasn’t thinking about sex,” she defended. Groaning in annoyance when your arms curled around her waist with your figure bent down slightly to press your lips to the crown of her head.

“Sure,” you whispered. “Whatever my girl wants to believe. Not like I saw you looking at my dick for a good 5 seconds-”

“Shut it!” She exclaimed, hand pressing to your lips. Head rolled back to look up at your inverted face. A deep chuckle rumbled from your chest as you kissed the palm of her hand softly. Parting from her small frame and moving throughout the kitchen, gathering all the ingredients you needed for whatever meal you planned on making.

Hoisting herself onto the counter, Jenna watched you work effortlessly. Grabbing a bottle of white wine from one of the cabinets, only raised questions in her mind. But as she saw you cut meat, chop up vegetables, and pour oil into a pan, she allowed you to take full control.

There was a lot that Jenna knew about you. From the days when you two lived in a three-bedroom apartment with one of your buddies, she got to know you inside and out. Of course, at that time, you two weren’t well acquainted before you moved in. But as she saw you come home from work, sitting at the kitchen table with a dimly lit light hanging above with a beer in hand, she took those times to talk to you. Maybe it was just because she wanted to relax your mind from the endless amounts of work you did at whatever construction sight you worked at. But she had always been curious as to who you were as a person.

Yet, here she was, seeing you cook with no help needed and seemed to know way more than she did. Which wasn’t a bad thing, but it irked something deep inside her. An inquiry of what else you had in your skillset that she didn’t know about. You knew how to build things judging by most of the furniture in her apartment being from IKEA–you being her first person to call for help. You could act but never wanted fame and now, you knew how to cook.

“Where did you learn how to do this?” She asked, seeing you place the meat into the pan. A loud sizzling sound throughout the tiny kitchen as you gently shake the pan. Making to get all the oil around the food before grabbing some seasoning and sprinkling it onto the meat.

“Mother taught me,” you said, voice almost barely able to be heard. “She worked out of a restaurant back in New York. Often when I was being a jackass at school, she would have me catch a train and work at the restaurant.” Rubbing your hands down the apron, you turned to the girl, smiling faintly. “Taught me most of what I know now.”

Jenna nodded, unable to take her eyes off how memorizing you were. How you spoke with such passion and how happy you were about something so long ago. It made you who you were today.

“And your dad taught you how to build?” That made you laugh, walking to the fridge. Grabbing a beer from inside and popping the cap off with the lip of the counter.

Taking a sip, you placed it down beside Jenna and gave a thin-lipped smile. “That’s all he ever taught me,” you said, leaning against the counter opposite of her. Using your hands to express yourself, you said, “Asshole taught me how to fix the pipes in our house, build decks, and flip houses.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Fuck, that guy was a dickhead.”

“Where’s he now?” Jenna then inquired, making you sigh, and rub your forehead in thought. Stepping towards the girl, who wrapped you up in her thighs, pulling you closer until you stood flush to the edge of the counter, staring down at the girl in thought.

“Um, I think he’s in Chicago with his sister working with a trucking company or some shit,” you said. “Comes back to New York ever so often to visit mom.”

Placing her hand on your shoulders, she pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Well, good to know I have my own handyman.”

“As long as I get something in return.” A wicked smirk formed on your lips as Jenna slapped your chest with a laugh. And for a moment, the two of you just stared at one another. No words need to be spoken about the love you two held for one another. One small look was enough to give one another butterflies. And Jenna guessed that was how she knew she loved you. How relaxed she felt being under your gaze or touch that had been innocent before the two of you dated.

Finishing up the food, you and Jenna prepared the meal and table. The tiny table near the windows and looking down at the streets of New York. Jenna lit the candle in the center of the table and took a seat.

When the plate was placed in front of her, Jenna raised a brow. Inhaling the scent and allowing a smile to appear on her lips, humming in delight. “What is this?” She asked, looking up when you sat down across from her.

“Braised short ribs,” you replied. “One of the first dishes my mom taught me when she could trust me inside the restaurant on my own.”

A soft laugh fell from your lips, Jenna smiling as the two of you began to eat. Small conversations were had as you talked on and on about your parents. Two people she was sure never existed from the lack of information you’d given her about them. But the sudden change was great to know. She had always wanted to know and understand who the two people responsible for raising the big loving giant you were.

“-And I just stood there staring at this flame with my mom screaming at me to put it out-”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Jenna asked softly.

Now, you could’ve immediately taken her words as something venomous or agitated. But seeing the twinkle in her eyes, told you otherwise. Allowing a smile to appear on your lips as you took a bite of your food. “I don’t know,” you responded. “I want to say something romantic, but I honestly don’t know. What I do know is that I never told any of my girlfriends about my family.

That made Jenna raise a brow with a smile dancing across her face. “And why is that?”

“Because they didn’t have my heart in their hands as you do.” Jenna’s face flushed as you tried to maintain the bashful smile that appeared.

“You said you didn’t want to say anything romantic,” she whined as you leaned over the table and kissed her on the lips.

Parting just a breath away and smiling. “But I love you, Jenna Ortega.”

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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐱 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯', 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦? 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯' 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: G-Eazy - My Next Fix

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Black!Male!reader

Summary: She had you on a string...

Warnings: Sexual tension, Sub!Jenna Ortega, Dom!reader, and oral.

Words: 1283

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

She hadn’t left you a chance to relax.

She was toying with you.

Wanting to elicit a reaction from you in the middle of a party filled with people in your guys’ line of business. Some who had worked with both of you and others who had admired your work. And even from the bar, she was still trying to get something out of you. A possessive reaction that made her head spin with butterflies and endless amounts of sinful scenarios.

Even in the same car together, she hadn’t refrained from touching your thigh. Whispering dirty things in your ear that the media would die to know. Rolling up the hem of her dress, which did have your eyes stray from the road occasionally. Able to see the black lace she wanted to torture you. Eyes flickering to face to see her wearing a smirk, a challenging look in her eyes as you gripped the steering wheel tighter. But this was all a game. A tug of war to see who’d be the first to give. Jenna was trying to rattle you, but even at the Golden Globes, she never rattled you once. So, tonight, she was determined to change that.

Turning towards the bar, you grabbed the drink and took a sip. Cracking your head as you swallowed the smooth, harsh, burning liquid with a hum. The fresh substance of weed slithered into the depths of your body. Not enough that you were faded and looking like a husk at the bar. But just enough that it somewhat blurred your vision and senses from Jenna and made your mouth dry. Except, it only seemed to intensify the desire that had brewed in the pit of your stomach for the past hour. Submitted to all of Jenna’s advances–trying to break you and rip her from this party and bend her over somewhere. Maybe the front of your car. Maybe over the table in the kitchen. Maybe-

“You seem lonely,” Jenna appeared, hopping up onto the stool beside you, placing her head in her hand as she stared at your side profile. When you looked at her, you saw her lips pulled into a smirk. She knew what she was doing. You knew what she was doing. But the question was; did you have the power to keep doing this all night? “Want some company? I’ve been known to lift the mood.”

You raised a brow, lips twitching into a smile as you turned to her, leaning against the bar. “Oh? Is that true?” You inquired, finding her gaze fixated on your soft lips. Although you were hanging on, you could guarantee she was about to wave the white flag and anoint you as the winner of this little game. “I also heard you’re a great performer.”

The girl snorted. “Pretending not to date you have been the best role yet,” she said. “But, yes. I am a great performer. Thank you. But I am sure you already know that front the countless hours we’ve spent in your bedroom, right?”

Ever since Scream, where you two met, you two had been… together? It wasn’t anything romantic–nothing more than sex. Whenever you needed a fix, she was one call away and happy to get something in return. But when feelings got involved, that made the sex better and the relationship healthier. You two kept it and continued to keep it under wraps for the sole reason that you guys wanted to keep something from the public eye. Something for the two of you to have that was personal and wasn’t talked about over social media.

Glancing around, finding no one to be watching, you slowly took a step closer. Something that was noticed by Jenna, whose smirk widened at the action. Now able to see the faint red in your eyes from the weed offered by Pete Davidson, who had been trying to get you with a chick the entire night. Your hand rested on her knee, touch scalding hot to the smaller girl’s skin as she let out a strangled exhale. “So, are you happy I brought you here?”

Jenna sighed, glancing around. “Oh, for sure. Totally not like I want to get fucked, but that’s alright.” She smiled, seeing your eyes darken slightly. Fingers twitched slightly, giving her the sign that she was winning

One more little push and…

“I mean, I’ve seen a few people who were staring at me. Checking me out. Maybe they can give me what I want-” A laugh fell from her lips when you grabbed her forearm and began to pull her away from the bar and deeper into the house.

It is built into one’s human nature to act out on such desires. How it thickened the air around you–suffocating the life out of you until you finally relented. But if you tried to fight nature and how you’re body worked, it would only result in one thing.

“Y-Y/n- Fuck.” Jenna’s eyes were shut, hands propped behind her to keep her from falling off the sink. You were kneeling between her legs, lapping at the sweet taste of her arousal. Hands pressed to the inside of her thighs. Squeezing and groping at the thick muscles as Jenna tried to control her hips from bucking. But with your tongue pushing past her cunt and lips clamping around her clit, you were managing to make it very difficult.

Arms hooked under her thighs, you pulled her closer. Face smothered in her sweet heat that dripped continuously. Although your chest was rising and falling from the lack of oxygen, you couldn’t care. With how she looked, the sound of her whines and pleads for you to give her a second, you were lost in the heat of it all.

You had known this night would go one way or the other. And you were still trying to decide if being locked in a bathroom and eating your girlfriend out wasn’t ideally your goal. You preferred her fawning and whimpering on your cock. But she had managed to apply some sort of curse on you that made you fall to your knees and worship the beautiful flower between her legs. Because you were getting as much pleasure as she was.

Her hands fell to your dreads, tugging you impossibly closer. From the painful feeling that only turned you on more, a guttural moan ripped through your chest as you wrapped your lips around her clit. The vibrations that shot up Jenna’s body were enough to make her cry out, attempting to push your head away that wouldn’t dare budge. Your eyes focused on her expression which was overwhelmed with pleasure. “Y/n, it hurts! Fuck! Y/n-” She choked on her words when her body stilled for a moment, sharp inhales heard, before she moaned. Her body shook within your hold as she whined, trying to pull away from your firm grasp.

But the more she put up a fight, the more you kept her in place. Keeping her on cloud nine for as long as you could before rudely pulling away. Although she was lightheaded and dripping in sweat, the sight of your licking your lips and grinning ear to ear, sent another wave of heat through her. “Why did you stop suddenly?” She breathed, watching as you stood to your feet and cleaned your face.

A roguish look in your eyes flashed, lips still etched in that grin as you placed your hands on the edge of the sink. Leaning down and kissing the corner of her lips, but pulling away just as she chased to taste herself on your tongue. “Let’s just call it payback, sweetheart.”

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚

“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱“

Inspo: Macklemore - CHANT

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x F1Black!Male!reader

Summary: You knew the impact you had on the world.

Warnings: Just angst

Words: 1420

Your life had always been on the track. Your sanctum of tranquillity had been inside that car. It was where you felt yourself. It was your safe haven. And after dating you for 3 years, Jenna knew this like the back of her hand. She knew the way your mind worked and what kept you going, and it was being inside that. Going over 200 mph and feeling that adrenaline running through your body. The way your mind always calculated the turns and overtakes of your fellow drivers. You were truly special and it was that knowledge that made you continue to drive.

“Baby, it’s like any other race. They aren’t going to take that fighter from me.”

You were prideful in everything you pursued. If it was racing or being a fiance to Jenna. Nothing could stop you from succeeding and Jenna loved you for it. But that didn’t change how humble you were to have gotten to where you are and achieve anything you set your mind to. Never forgetting the people who helped you rise to the position you were in.

Starting from F2, all eyes had been on you from the masterful driving you performed for crowds. Many F1 drivers praised you and told you how excited they were to face you themselves. And when you did make it to F1, you sure as hell gave them a run for their money. Winning Grand Prix after Grand Prix for Redbull and showing that you would be the next Niki Lauda and Lewis Hamilton. Even making friends with the racers after most of them have been your idols. Every day, you had fought to get where you were and there was nothing stopping you from exceeding that.

Race after race, you performed and showed the world what was possible. Standing up on those podiums with Lewis, your mentor, and sharing bottles of champagne like you two won the entire race together. Showing a kid like you that grew up in the East End of London that they could get to where you were. You were a national icon around the world. Kids had pictures of you on their walls and people representing you everywhere. Songs were made with you mentioned and in tribute to you. All of it constantly made you question, “Is this real life?”

The best part was that Jenna got to see it all. She got to be there before you even made it into F2 and got to see you quickly rise in the ranks in some of the best drivers. Able to recall the moment when you came out of the Redbull racing HQ with a big silly grin on your lips. Being able to see your plateau and rises. The hard times and the brightest times. It was beautiful, to say the least.

There was one thing that you had told her that had stuck with her. It was such a heartbreaking thing to hear but was able to understand it to some sort of degree. Remembering you pulling her into the barracks where the pit crew and rest of the team were and saying, “I will rise up even after death. I’ve made the impact I needed to on this world. So, promise me you will if that day comes.”

If she’d known how true that was, then maybe she would’ve stopped you from racing months ago.

“Oh, Y/n going down the inside on turn one. Overtaking Sergio Perez and Albon right off the start.” Paul Di Resta stated as you took the turn with ease.

Jenna sat in the barracks, staring up at the screen with worried eyes and hands clasped over her mouth. She’d always felt anxiety when you raced. Even after countless wins, she couldn’t help it.

But she watched as you took position after position in each turn and straightaway. You were showing that no matter what, your skills were something supernatural. God-given talents that made you shine out to the rest of the roster of drivers.

“Y/n is now in third with Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton ahead of him,” Anthony Davidson announced.

“Well, Anthony, the two Red Bull drivers have always been neck to neck with one another,” Paul said. “A friendly competition of course. As we have seen many times through the year so far.”

And everyone watched the two of you race each other. Overtaking one another each turn you two could, and the whole time you wore a smile. A joyful one that most were surprised was possible on a race track where it was only competition to exist. But you and Max had hit it off the moment you two met. Sharing jokes frequently and knowing that the match you two put up for each other was nothing more than friendly. If there was a chance for you two to be on the podiums, then you two would take it over anything else.

But all it had taken was one turn. One person to steer a little too far to the right or left for things to stop. For time to become non-existent as one person is put in a state of danger. Unfortunately, that had been you. Verstappen tapped you just barely and it had been enough to send your car out of control into the barriers. And in a moment, everything went dark.

The sound of your car exploding was heard from the barracks where Jenna’s body flinched upon the sound and the incident from the broadcast. It took a moment for her to truly understand and see what had just happened. Believing her eyes to be deceiving her until she finally saw the looks on your team's faces. The pure shock and horror that had plagued their expressions and that was when reality set in.

Hamilton, who had seen in his rearview your car go up into flames, had slammed onto the brakes and veered his car off to the side. Not listening to his crew to stay in and bring the car to the pit lane. Instead, hopping out of his car and sprinting back to where you were. Screaming out your name as he ripped off his helmet and tossed it to the side. Arriving at your car that was halfway through the metal barriers. Flames reaching out at an alarming volume.

And no one had any control over Jenna who had sprinted out of the barracks and into the direction she could see the orange glow. Able to hear Hamilton's screams over the roaring engines of the cars and crowd. But stopped when she saw the crash and your body.

That night haunted her every day, but here she was at the Le Mans Grand Prix. Standing in the centre of the track with the drivers all around with their heads bowed. Tears streamed down her face as she stared down at your helmet. The intricate details that you had her craft herself. When they tried to give her a brand new one, she denied it and asked for the one that you wore in your last race. Able to see the scratches and burns along the sides of the once sleek surface. Pressing her head to the helmet, she sighed in contentment.

She knew that if you were here with her, you would tell her that everything happens for a reason. You would console her in every way you knew would help. But now that you weren’t here, she wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t sure what to do without your kind heart to guide her through the darkness. Or your warm embrace would ever feel like again. She hated you for leaving her like this.

But what broke her heart was that you were right. People in the stands wore your colours and held posters of you. Everyone understands your backstory and uses that as the motivation to improve their lives. You were the birth of a new generation of people to strive for the best in themselves despite the cards dealt to them.

The countless hours you dedicated to this sport. All of the tears you shed for it. Every friend and fan that you had made. No one could take that away from you. There was no one else you could impress. You had made the impact you needed to and no one would be able to do it again. And for years to pass on, people would chant your name as one of the best drivers to ever live.

“Even after death, my message will inspire the next.”

And she would join them.

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𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 || 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚

“𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘴 𝘉𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘰“

Inspo: Hozier - Would That I

Pairing: Emma Myers x Black!Male!reader x Jenna Ortega

Summary: Letting them into your life allowed you to show your love in ways they’d only dreamed of...

Warnings: Fluffy

Words: 2758

“Y/n, where the hell are we going?”

Walking ahead of both girls, you turned and back peddled with a giddy grin on your lips. A sight that neither Emma nor Jenna would ever get over. How your dimples showed, how bright your eyes were, and how much love was still yet to be delivered. There was so much to you that either girl had yet to discover, but they were in it for the long haul. For the wonders and adventures, the three of you would embark on.

The streets of Galway were busy at this time of night. People are out looking for a night of relaxation and memories to be crafted and held close to their hearts. And after months of being kept away from the public eye and the two girls filming Wednesday, you finally got to see them. So, making memories and making the next two weeks of them being here in your hometown was your goal.

“Well, as you can see, we are out,” you replied, not too specifically to Emma’s question. Hands stuffing themselves in your Carhart jacket as you shrugged. “But if you’re still interested, you just gotta trust me. You do trust me, right?”

Emma rolled her eyes, jogging to catch up to you, kissing you on the cheek. “Should be asking that to the girl you forced out of your bed to come out.”

Both of you looked to Jenna who hugged herself, one of your large sweaters drowning her figure adorably. Emma wasn’t wrong in her statement as the three of you had been cuddled up in your bed for most of the day since they just arrived. But you wanted to show them what was in store for the next two weeks they would spend with you before they would have to go back to L.A. Much to your dismay.

“Jen, do you want a piggyback ride?” You inquired, your Irish accent silkily smooth. The timbre of it vibrates through Jenna’s body, creating a junction in her exhaustion to look up at you. Finding you had stopped in front of her, still holding Emma’s hand as the two of you looked at her in amusement.

“Yes, please.” You turned your back to her, crouching down and allowing the shorter girl to hop onto your back before you stood to your feet and started walking. Not before Emma shared a brief kiss with the girl, whispering how amusing it was to see her in such a state. Something that pulled a grin at the corner of your lips.

It’d been almost a year since you met the pair on the set of Wednesday. You weren’t a part of the cast or anyone on set that held importance. You had just been visiting Hunter after he got permission to have you on set under the obvious conditions of a non-discloser agreement. But that had been when you met the two girls and in your month's stay, there had been a connection made that ended with you coming back on their last day of filming and offering a chance for something more with them.

And they accepted.

Finally reaching the destination, both girls saw the yellow building that had people standing outside smoking. The large red sign above the door read, “O’Connor’s Famous Pub”. Which immediately made the girl anxious as to what you had planned, but you gave them reassuring looks before you let Jenna down.

Entering the pub, the warmth and musky scent of alcohol hit the girl’s senses first. Then it was the loud volume of the patron’s drinking and talking amongst themselves. Bantering and laughing at the things shared. It was like any other bar, but this one was special to you. And that was based on their observation of a few people who saw you and exclaimed in greeting. Patting your back and shoulders as you walked past, greeting the older men you must know on some sort of personal level.

Then they took notice of how large the pub was compared to how it looked outside, but something about that gave it an odd comfort. Old antiques were placed all over. Even some tables were old sewing machines, which gave it character. Right across the room had a stage with a counter surrounding the edge. Lights that should be on a Christmas tree and old fashion lanterns were strung up along the edges of surfaces and on the ceiling.

Walking towards the bar, fingers still interlock with both girls’ hands, you looked back at them. “Here in Ireland, the drinking age is above 18,” you stated. “So, don’t feel pressured to drink. If you guys want, you can take up that booth over there-” You pointed to one side of the room, giving them a warm giddy smile. “-and I’ll be over with my drink.”

The two girls walked to where you pointed, leaving you to exhale shakily. “Those the two girls you’ve been chatting all the boys up about?” Noah, the old bartender, inquired, earning your attention.

Glancing back at the two girls, they were lost in the atmosphere of the pub. Emma leaned into Jenna’s chest, pointing at small details that left the other chuckling, pressing kisses to the girl’s head. It was a sight so new, but so familiar.

After the three of you got into this relationship, it was hard to find time to see each other. You would have to spend your school savings and jump between locations to see them in person. But having them here together with you, it felt surreal. Even after picking them up from the airport, the two of them tackling you to the ground, you were still stuck in this muddy state of disbelief. Maybe it was you finally realizing how undeserving you were to have those two beautiful girls

“They’re from California. Up in America,” you replied. “Trying to get them to understand the beautiful lives we live down here. Smother them with our culture and what we get up to at night.”

Noah smiled, tapping his hand on the bar. “Good thing you brought ‘em here, my boy,” he laughed. “Maybe a bit of a tune may set the mood before you spend the rest of the night drinking.”

A smile pulled at the corner of your lips, smacking your hand against the bar before you leaned against it, crossing your arms across your chest. The other chaps sat at the bar, seeming to hear this, few that you knew and some you were acquainted with, peeked up at the statement from Noah.

“Now we are ready to sail for the Horn.” Your voice cut through the bar like a knife to a tense thread. Grabbing the attention of the patrons immediately, including Emma and Jenna. But the last thing they were expecting was the men surrounding you to sing loudly, ”Weigh hey, roll and go!” You looked at the two girls, smiling ear to ear as you winked at them and continued. “Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn. To be rollicking randy dandy-oh!”

And that’s when Jenna and Emma were captured by the atmosphere of the pub. How everyone soon joined in, coming together to sing a single song with such joy. It was different from anything they’d experienced. This was your culture. This was where you were every Friday night. The reason why you were so persistent in having them visit you and see what could be in store for them when they decide to take a break from acting. That you were always going to be willing to show them a little more of what your life was besides school and your constant praise of their works.

When the song came to an end, the crowd cheered, clapping and slowly settling back into their calm and easygoing moods. You grabbed your Guinness and made your way to the booth, spotting the two girls staring at you with smiles.

“Well that was nice,” Jenna said. “Was that orchestrated or come naturally?”

“Love, that was as real as it could get,” you commented. “But everyone knows a song or two in Ireland. It’s what brings us together and makes us better than America.”

“Oh, shut it.” Emma playfully slapped your arm, making you chuckle, bringing the edge of the glass to your lips. Sipping the fuzzy liquid that rested around the brim. “I’m starting to believe that there might be more you plan on doing for us tonight. Going to give us any hints?”

“In your dreams, sweetheart.” You smiled. “I just want to enjoy this time with the two of you for a little longer. At least, until the next surprise.”

You knew that saying would get the girl’s attention, about to bombard you with questions as to what it was. This was the case when they spoke over one another, making you sling your arms over the pair's shoulders, hands cupping their eyes and pulling their faces into your chest. “Shhhh. Enough talking.”

The three of you laughed, holding one another and enjoying the setting of the night. Even though Jenna would prefer it to be in your bed where the three of you could cuddle and be as affectionate as possible, this was fine. And Emma was just happy to be with you and Jenna. If she had to leave your house to and walk in weather that could kill her to be with you two, then she would. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for them and you’d shown that in your actions and the things you’ve said to them.

It had been a miracle that the three of you had been able to make this work. Because their occupations are vastly different from yours, making time for one another came as a difficulty. And with the public eye honed in on the two girls, your existence had been shrouded in a thick veil. But all these formulas for disaster didn’t come as much of a hassle as you might’ve once believed. Video calls were daily if you weren’t passed out from the massive time zone differences. For you having to keep anonymous to the world was also fine. Although they didn’t say it, having you as their dirty little secret made it special. Like you were unique and were only visible to their eyes.

That’s why going out in public was a hesitant idea for them. Walking in the streets with you standing between them, not afraid to press your lips to theirs or to hold their hands. But maybe it was the time of night or the fact most people were too drunk to realize that they were there, but no one batted an eye in your guys’ direction. No one pulled out a phone and asked for a photo and no one started recording them from across the room. And something about that allowed them to let go for a few minutes and just bask in your warmth, love, touch, and your gentle words.

Jenna held your hand out in front of you, fingers spread as she traced the lines in your caramel skin. Seeming intent on sharing this silence between the three of you. Emma was leaning against your side peppering your shoulder with kisses and holding your arm tightly.

“Is this where you go on Fridays?” Jenna asked, those big hazel eyes looking up at you.

Licking your lips, you nodded. “Nights I can’t sleep or nights when neither of you can speak to me,” you said. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve slept in this exact booth waiting for the two of you to call.”

“Latest?” Emma murmured, head resting on your shoulder.

You sniffled, eyes squinted with a look of thought cutting onto your face. “3 am?” You said aloud, questioning your own answer. “At least 4 am. I would be passed out most of the time if Jenna didn’t stop sending me photos of herself.”

Emma smirked, sitting up and looking at her girlfriend. “Do I need to ask what the context was of these photos?”

Jenna, feeling the relaxation and calm come to its precipice and rest there, grabbed your drink and took a sip. Managing to force the god-awful taste from appearing on her face. “You will have to find out when we get back, cupcake.”

You laughed hysterically as Emma tried to hide her grin, cheeks heating up with her grip around your arm growing tighter. Jenna held a smirk, leaning into your side as well and closing her eyes for a few moments. “We are having sex tonight though, right?”

You choked on your spit, muffled laughs falling from your lips as Emma stared at the girl incredulously. “Jenna!” She slapped the mischievous girl’s arm

“Alright, ladies and gents!” Noah clapped his hands together, grabbing people’s attention from their conversations and friends. “Tonight, we have a performance from a friendly face that you all may know. And all the couples, you all will love this.” Then he motioned his hand in your direction, a smile forming on his lips. “Y/n, come on up and sing us a song.

The two girls looked at you confused, but you only offered a soft smile. “Come sit at the bar.”

Taking their hands, you gently maneuvered them to the bar where they took two open stools. Sitting down as you sat adjacent to them on a stool, a small stage made for live performances. The bar cheered and clapped as you waved, grabbing ahold of a guitar and pic. Adjusting the mic with a chuckle falling from your lips.

“So, this song is one I wrote about two girls in my life,” you explained. “It’s a love song. So, as Noah said, the couples in here tonight are going to love it.” Looking over your shoulder at the band that had been playing already, watching and waiting patiently, you smiled. “Here we go!”

The first thing to fill the air was the thick drums with a simple beat. The sticks are tapped into a mic to make their contribution known, but hidden behind the strums of the guitar you began to play and the drums. “True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree,” you sang, eyes flickering shut. “A willow dancing on air before covering me. Under cotton and calicoes. Over canopy dappled long ago”

Keeping the methodical melody, your eyes opened to look at Emma and Jenna. Their eyes are wide and open-lipped smiles warm your heart. “True that love in withdrawal was the weepin' of me. That the sound of the saw must be known by the tree. Must be felled for to fight the cold. Fretted fire but that was long ago”

Standing to your feet, you stomped your feet as you sang, “But that’s not tonight!” The other bandmates followed in with their adlibs. Soon the entire bar was stomping their feet with the beat you created.

The two girls were stuck in a trance. Feeling the misconception of this seems like something from a movie. Like they were the main characters of the story you were helping them move forward for plot purposes or to give some character development to them. But all they could give or build off of was love. The unconditional love they were developing for you that they thought couldn’t get any bigger.

But seeing you up on that stage, singing a song about them, it proved the impossible. It proved there was a form of love they thought incomprehensible. You proved there was and would always be room for more love to be given to one another. And the fact that you did all of this just for them proved it. A memory and constant reminder of the expectation of love no one would ever be able to match.

“We should get married to him.” The soft voice that came from Emma’s left made her swing her head toward the source. Finding Jenna with a glazed-over look in her eyes, lips frozen in a smile as she simply stared up at you with the softest looks in her eyes. “Maybe not now. But in a few years if this all works out for us.”

Hearing that made Emma smile softly, pressing her lips to Jenna’s cheek. “It will.” She then nodded toward you, still singing and watching them with a warm look in your eyes. “He will do anything to make that happen.”

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