#jenna ortega x male reader
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WHO?
Warnings: GN! Reader, fluffy + my poor attempts at humor
Summary: You find out who Jenna Ortega is.
You stand in front of your kitchen counter, watching your monitor as your viewers load into the Twitch chat. You smile watching the chat fly with questions and comments. "Hi, guys!" You wave at the camera, fixing your apron. "Be grateful I'm even streaming this because it was so difficult to get my setup in the kitchen."
You move from the counter to your camera, adjusting it a bit. "There," you mumble to yourself, glancing over to the chat again. "Happy Anniversary." You read off the chat, beginning to smile, "Thank you!"
@coolasacucumber where's babygirl jenna
@teamed28 anniversary??? TIME IS FLYING BROOO
@Versalcool171 why they look kinda cute in that apron
@TggthegreatRede HIIIIII
You move back to the counter, "Jenna isn't here, she's out doing something. But that's good because I'm surprising her with dinner for our anniversary! I have a table set up and everything on our balcony." You tell your viewers. You then look around the kitchen, gathering all the ingredients you need.
Soon a donation message pops up on your monitor and the bot begins reading it aloud. "What does Jenna's farts smell like?"
You pause your movements, standing completely still for a few seconds before moving again. You ignore the question, acting as if you never got it, but the smile on your face gives away your amusement. "Uh, anyway."
You break the silence and continue with your task. You lift up a salmon, "I'm cooking salmon, rice and broccoli for bae." You look up at the chat, watching thousands of reactions appear on the screen. You begin seasoning your salmon with a mixture of herbs and spices, and then place it in the hot pan.
Another donation rings through, "Can you tell us the story of how you met Jenna? I love you so much by the way." You chuckle and reply, "I love you too! Sure, once upon a time..." You say dramatically, laughing at your own joke.
"I was streaming, you know? The usual, then I got a donation."
TWO YEARS AGO
You watch as your screen shows victory, winning another match of Overwatch. Leaning back in your chair, you listen to the donation ringing through your headset. "Have you watched the new Wednesday show on Netflix?"
You furrow your eyebrows as your eyes are fixed on the screen. "Nah, I haven't. Like Wednesday Addams?" You laugh and tilt your head, waiting for the next match to start.
As you wait you decide to check the chat.
@Yuanycat530 Jenna Ortega's in the show
@zenocentric you gotta watch it for mommy jenna
@Momismme3600 its sooo good stg
@amburntfreemansgf MASONS WATCHING STREAM
You sit back up in your chair, adjusting the hat on your head. "Who?" You begin chuckling, completely confused about what your Twitch chat was talking about. "Guys I don't know who Jenna Ortega is."
Suddenly, a flood of messages appear, all talking about Jenna Ortega and the new show she's in. You close out of Overwatch and start sharing your Google to the stream, typing in Jenna Ortega.
You quickly learn that Jenna Ortega is an actress and you begin to recognize her. "Oh, shit. She was in Scream 5 with Mason and David?" You turn your head to the chat before glancing back at the search.
You smile to yourself as you remember the movie. You search in Instagram, looking up Jenna's username, before following her and beginning to scroll through her posts. She was absolutely beautiful; you shock yourself as you can't believe you could forget someone so stunning.
@y/nsdirtysock NOT HER BLUSHING
@amburntfreemansgf IS THIS JOE GOLDBERG?
@mrsasfjerEgads SHES SMILING HELLA HARD
You're knocked out of your daze as your phone begins ringing. You fumble around for your phone, trying to answer it before it goes to voicemail.
You answer it and it's Mason, facetiming you. Mason's face lights up when he sees you. "Why are you going through Jenna's Instagram?!" He laughs and you join in, showing the camera Mason.
"Bro! Chat asked me if I watched her show. I forgot who she was!" Mason grins at his screen, "How could you forget Jenna Ortega?" You shrug and laugh, "I don't know!" Mason laughs again before he places his phone down on his desk, you do the same, rubbing your hands down your face. "Mason join me on Overwatch."
Mason raises an eyebrow, considering the offer. "Sure, but you know I'm bad at this." You smile, loading Overwatch back up. "It's okay, Daddy will carry you." Mason chuckles and playfully rolls his eyes. "Alright, let's see if you can actually carry me this time." Moments later, Mason is in your party, taking a sip of his water.
"My chat says, how did Jenna's profile look?" Mason grins reading off of his live chat on his own screen. You pick an operator, shaking your head. "Tell your chat to stop harassing me," you joke, your smile never fading. Mason chuckles and raises an eyebrow. "Oh, they're just curious. I still can't believe you forgot who Jenna is!"
"Dude! It completely slipped my mind," you admit, shrugging. Mason chooses his own operator before walking over to your character and using the "Hello" command. You watch as Mason's character waves and greets your character on the screen. "Imagine if you joined me on Saturday," he says playfully.
His eyes then widen, and he says, Oh, my god, you should join me on Saturday." You can hear the excitement in his voice as he continues, "It'll be so fun, swear, and! And Jenna will be able to make an unforgettable impression." You shake your head, watching your character run to the point.
"Are you trying to play cupid?" You joke, laughing. Mason chuckles and replies, "Well, maybe just a little. But seriously, it would be great to have you there. I'm sure everyone won't mind."
You raise an eyebrow, considering his offer. "Alright, I'll come." You finally agree, unable to resist his infectious enthusiasm. Mason grins triumphantly, clearly pleased with himself.
"Awesome! You won't regret it, I promise," he says, glancing at his chat, leaving you wondering what kind of unforgettable impression Jenna could possibly make.
You huff out when D.Va kills you, leaning back in your chair as you wait to respawn. "Chat. If someone gifts 100 gifted subs, I'll tattoo Jenna's face on my buttocks." You joke, a small smirk on your lips.
Mason chuckles, clearly amused by your playful banter. "Hey, don't underestimate the power of your chat. Who knows, you might end up with a masterpiece on your backside," he teases, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. You laugh along, secretly hoping that no one takes your joke too seriously.
However, as you continue playing, a notification pops up on your screen indicating that someone has indeed gifted 100 subs. Your eyes widen in disbelief. "Ain't no way!"
A FEW HOURS LATER
*jennaortega started
following you*
You rise from your bed, clicking on the Instagram notification that pops up on your phone. Ain't no fucking way.
Jenna - So...Saturday? Will a portrait of my face be on your butt?
You - you would like that wouldn't you?
Jenna - I'd prefer somewhere everyone can see
Jenna - Maybe your forehead is a better spot
You - lol, how about we get matching ones then?
You -that way when we kiss we can really make it look like we have four eyes
Jenna - Kiss? Who said anything about kissing?
Jenna - I'm not that kind of girl 🤨
You - oh, so what kind of girl are you? ;)
Jenna - The kind that doesn't appreciate these cheesy pickup lines
You - ooh, dairy free
You - completely understandable
You - from now on i will acknowledge that
Jenna - xxx-xxx-xxx
Jenna - Text me on IMessage
You - yes ma'am! 🫡
Reacted ❤️ to your message.
ONE YEAR LATER
"Chat, I'll let you know I just woke up. Don't mind this..." You say, motioning over your face, as you try to rub the sleep from your eyes. "Sorry if I seem out of it. It takes time for my brain to boot up."
You don't notice the way your chat freaks out about the hickey on your neck, as your focus is still on trying to fully wake up. The hickey, a remnant from last night's passionate embrace, remains unnoticed by you for now.
@h5therx is that a mf hickey
@TheGrapeNinja WHO WAS SUCKING ON UR NECK
@twizzy1 @TheGrapeNinja BLOOD THIS AINT EVEN MY NECK????
"Valorant, or Overwatch?" You ask, finally glancing over at your Twitch chat.
You notice a flurry of comments in the chat, with some viewers teasingly pointing out the hickey on your neck. You pause, staring at the chat, before quickly covering your neck with your hand, a blush creeping up your cheeks.
"Brooo, I didn't even know I had this," you mutter sheepishly, rubbing your hand over your neck.
The chat explodes with laughter and playful comments about your unexpected love mark. "Is she going to hear a word out of me." you mutter to yourself, talking about your girlfriend as you begin realizing that even the smallest details don't go unnoticed by your loyal viewers.
"Enough about my hickey! Pick a game!" You jokingly yell at your chat, reaching for a hoodie to cover up the mark. As you put on the hoodie, a donation comes through.
You pause for a moment, glancing at the donation message. "You said you were going to play Sims last stream. Don't worry about the hickey, we're just excited to see you play!"
You chuckle at the comment, grateful for the support and understanding from your viewers. With a smile, you reply, "Alright, alright! Sims it is then! Let's be delulu and create our dream life."
You start up the game and glance over to your chat. "Have you guys ever, like, gone to bed with like a thought or try to preload your own dream? Like, I be going to sleep with a specific idea or scenario in mind, hoping it will manifest in my dreams. It's like I'm trying to program my subconscious to create the perfect dream."
You pause, waiting for your viewers' responses, curious if anyone else has tried something similar.
@ricoottv Yes bruh I be dreaming about Gal Gadot dominating me fr
@24kGoldenRing @ricoottv 😨😨😨
@QuannMeline YESSSSS
As the chat starts flooding with responses, you notice that many of your viewers have indeed experimented with preloading their dreams. Some share their success stories, describing how they have had incredible adventures and even found solutions to real-life problems in their dream scenarios.
Others admit to having mixed results, with some dreams turning out exactly as they had hoped while others took unexpected turns. Excitement builds as everyone exchanges tips and techniques, eager to unlock the full potential of their dream worlds.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one." You chuckle and begin creating your Sim, carefully customizing every detail to make them as close to your ideal self as possible. You then put your face-cam side by side with your sim and ask, "Do they look like me?"
You wait for responses from your viewers, trying not to laugh at the potential comparisons they might make.
@tuneskixx it looks like u if u were mentally unstable
@47SH5T Y/N if they were off crack
@k0hjuh EWWWW
@Shaun Why the sim kinda 😍
"Me if I was off crack? Nah, that's wild." You say, rereading one of your subs chat. "Go to the gallery and find your love interest?" You read off, raising an eyebrow. Intrigued, you decide to take a break from creating your Sim and explore the gallery to see if there's a perfect match waiting for you.
There's a search bar, and without hesitation, you type in "Jenna Ortega." You eagerly scroll through the results, hoping to find a Sim that resembles Jenna Ortega.
Some of them look like her, and the others are far off, but you settle on one that seems to capture her essence the best. Excitedly, you click on the Sim and download it into your game.
"Guys, why does this actually look like Jenna?" You exclaim, unable to contain your excitement. "Yoo! They even have her cleft chin. But to be honest, Jenna doesn't really have a cleft chin, it only appears when she smiles or makes certain facial expressions."
@amburntfreemansgf nah bro a Jenna Ortega specialist
@AlexVsJay "jenna doesn't really have a cleft chin it only appears when makes certain facial expressions" 🤓☝️
@Shaun @amburntfreemansgf LMAOOOO
After adding a dog and cat to your household, you start your sim life as Jenna Ortega, her being your wife. You immerse yourself in the game, navigating through your and Jenna's daily activities and adventures.
"What the fuck!" You shout at the screen, your chat begins to fill up with messages at the sight of what's happening.
@mynames_jeff POV last night
@amburntfreemansgf sorry y'all jenna thought that was me 😅
@ricoottv OMGOMG
"Ya'll, I didn't tell them to do this! They real life just hopped out of the hot tub to make out." You tell your chat, watching as your sim and Jenna's sim kiss passionately. The unexpected display of affection between the sims surprises and amuses you, causing your chat to explode with laughter and comments.
You're so immersed in the game that you don't notice Jenna creeping into your room, a plate of cookies in hand.
@amburntfreemansgf BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL
@n6huh JENNA?????&1'
@t8lyer_44 I KNEW THEY WERE TOGETHER
@AlexVsJay Y/N has now becomepublic enemy #1
She sets the plate down on your desk, causing a wave of delicious aroma to fill the air. The smell wafts towards you, distracting you momentarily from the chaos happening on the screen.
You jump when you turn your head and see Jenna standing there, a smile on her face. Your eyes widen as you shut off your camera. "I'm live!" You say, forgetting that your stream can hear you. Jenna's eyes widen.
You two have been dating for quite a while, but you didn't tell anyone about your relationship.
"Do you think they saw me?" Jenna asks, her voice filled with concern. You shake your head before shrugging, "I don't know, baby. Shit, this is my fault. I should've told you I was live."
A donation rings through, catching both of your attention. You glance at the screen to see a message from a viewer, "Uhhh...the mic is on. Anyways, hi Jenna!" Jenna's face flushes with embarrassment as she realizes that your viewers heard everything.
Your jaw drops, and you decide to turn the camera back on again since it seems like the damage has already been done. You take a deep breath and address the viewers, "Well, I guess there's no hiding it now. Yes, Jenna and I are dating."
Jenna looks at you nervously, unsure of how the viewers will react. You continue, "We wanted to keep it private for a while, but that was kind of difficult." Jenna sits on your lap, waving at the camera. "Hi, everyone." You chuckle nervously, trying to ease the tension.
"We hope you all understand why we wanted to keep it quiet," you add, trying to reassure both Jenna and the audience. "But we also didn't want to hide something that makes us so happy." The viewers' reactions start pouring in, a mix of surprise, support, and curiosity.
Curiosity also makes its way to your and your girlfriend's faces as your Sims start to Woo-hoo in the hot tub. "Is...that us?" Jenna asks, her eyes widening with a smirk playing on her lips. You cover your face with your hands.
"Ain't no way, bruh." You mumble to yourself.
Another donation rings out, "DON'T ACT LIKE YALL WASN'T DOING THAT SAME STUFF LAST NIGHT. WE SEEN THE HICKEY!"
"AIN'T NO WAY!" You shout dramatically, causing Jenna to burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand to muffle the sound.
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Lucifer: And right then, mid temper tantrum, Y/n looks right up at me, all serious, and says, 'I'm going to start a rebellion.'
A nostalgic smile peirced his lips before he took a sip of his wiskey.
Lucifer: I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Morticia: I recall when Wednesday was little, she would reenact executions with her any doll she found and her miniature guillotine.
Gomez: Our little storm cloud always had a flair for the dramatic.
The three of them continued to reminisce about their children when they were younger.
Sitting a few feet away was Y/n and Wednesday. Both with a horrified expression on their faces.
Y/n: Perhaps this was a bad idea. Introducing our parents to each other.
Wednesday: Agreed. This is torture, and not the fun kind.
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Bitterly Beautiful: Tame The Stress 🍋
Writers Block was a serious detriment to artists of literary all over the world. It even hampers the writing of Wednesday Addams, as invincible as she portrays herself. You sat gingerly on her bed, listening to her type away on the machine she uses near on her desk, you gently polished your cane, feeling the smooth wood along your palm and the slight sleek feel of the rag in your other. You were fairly content with how you spend your time with Wednesday.
She was the definition of Anti-social but you weren’t necessarily a people person either, that made spending time together just effortless. You both stayed in the room but mostly did your own thing, it’s the company she had is what made you so enthralled.
Your Blindness made reading her novel basically impossible, but it didn’t stop you from asking her to read it to you, still wanting to listen to your Girlfriends work. Knowing her in and out, you could always sense if something was up, the Octave in her vocal ranges goes up or down a pitch, her increased heartbeat, telltales of stress or anxiety. You could almost feel her scowling at the Typewriter as she stoped and typed spastically. You heard a sigh of annoyance and you knew she was hitting a block.
“Having trouble?” You asked, placing the cane down to prop yourself up on it. Wednesday wasn’t one for expressing feeling or even discomfort, she always kept aloof and distant. But lying to you was nearly impossible. Wednesday kept her nightly clothing simple, a pair of short black shorts and a desk black nightgown that lacked any flair, it looked more like an oversized t-shirt, but you obviously didn’t complain.
“It seems I’ve hit what weak minded writers call a “writers Block” she explained, she raised her hand to type once more and you could sense it just from her body movements.
“It isn’t Weak minded to be mentally stumped. Take a break, talk with me, or play your Cello.” You approach and knelt down slightly to be on her level. Wednesday turns her head to you, you could never truly understand what Wednesday looked like but you always had a general idea and sense, regardless she was beautiful.
“I don’t need your pity. especially from a blind man.” She huffed and went back to her work. But Wednesday wasn’t going to listen to your advice. There was always one thing that did really take off the stress from people, and it was your Boyfriend duties to make sure Wednesday was accurately taken care of. You calmly got down on all fours as she ignored you, and slipped under her desk. She continued to fumble with her writing, your hands gently poked her foot. She ignored it until you gently traced it along her shin and up to her knee, and softly kissed it.
“(Y/n), I’m not in the mood for your—“ she attempted to reprimand you, but you casually and gently placed your head on one of her legs. “Babe, just enjoy yourself.” You said in a loving whisper, you used both palms to softy grip her thighs, right below the Shorts, her skin was always soft and well taken care of.
You slowly and carefully went up her legs, feeling the tensing of her body. She was trying to ignore you, ignore your hands but it was slowly melting her icy resolve. Your fingertips gently brushed higher and higher right to her thighs, and trickled back down her shorts. You felt a sudden shift and you slowly crept closer and closer, palms gently closing in to her underwear. You felt her toes curl and a sigh of slight surprise come from her nose.
“Just relax, and enjoy yourself, Enids not here.” You spoke so softly but deeply, something about it almost made her shift switches in her brain. Your palms felt her legs spread a bit almost inviting you to get her off.
Wednesdays brain began to flow a bit more, this time typing on the Story she’s doing, your fingers reached slightly under her gown and to the waistband of her shorts and underwear, with a little pull you felt her clothes slip off. Your warm breath gently brushing up against her slightly aroused clit. You heard a slight shiver from your Girlfriend as she typed. More aggressive.
“You only have a few minutes before I— ooooh~” You leaned your head in and didn’t hesitate to give her inner lips a warm wet greeting. The suddenly shift of your warm wet tongue on her body made her demeanor shift to a woman in actual pleasure. You lapped your tongue all over and made sure to gently nudge her clitoris every time to tease her.
You shifted your body lower, letting Wednesday rest her legs on your shoulder as you worked your way inside her. Oral wasn’t something you both did since she viewed normal sex as more than satisfactory, and you didn’t particularly complain about it either. Being with her was more than enough, she obviously underappreciated how good you were, Wednesday at this time had completely abandoned her story and leaned on her arm, trying to hold it together as she felt you breath, tongue, saliva, all over her exposed privates. Her other hand rushed under the table to grip your hair. Wednesday wasn’t an aggressive lover on purpose, she just didn’t know how to be gentle.
“Move your.. tongue an inch to the right, yes.. there.” Wednesday was breathing much heavier than expected, she began to lean back, slowly coming to an orgasm.
“Keep going, don’t you dare stop..” she ordered, but it didn’t sound like authority, more like a woman telling you how to make the next few moments really matter. Your tongue slipped inside and the slightest gasp of air from her were music to your ears.
“There, I feel it, coming… I… I feel it…” Wednesday cocked her head back, gripping your scalp she wrapped her legs around your head and neck, pulling your tongue and face in deep, feeling her pussy convulse and drip right on your face, slowly trailing down your chin.
Her legs were shaky, exhausted from getting a very good workout. She finally relented and let your breath as you pulled back, taking a deep breath. You couldn’t see it but the sound of dripping on the door and Wednesday silence but heavy breath told you that you were doing just fine. Coming back from the desk you crept back up behind her, your face next to hers. “Feeling better?” You said into her ear, all of this intensity caused your cock to harden like stone and make it pretty obvious what’s next.
Standing up your bulge was nudged against her face, Wednesday looked up at you, and attempted to stand up but got a bit wobbly. She didn’t hesitate to shove her lips on yours. They wrestled for control as her hand pressed firmly on the outline of your cock. With a fumble and tumble with your clothes you both stripped down, taking a break, you felt the girl yank you to her bed, getting on all fours and bending over, she looked back at you.
“Do not make me beg..” she said, but you didn’t have to ask. Your hands grip her waist.
“Don’t hesitate to— Fuck!~” Wednesday tried not to make that kind of sound but it was too late, the sudden impact of your cock drilling into her made her cry out in please. She gripped the bed as you pulled out of her wet insides and went back in for good measure, giving her a heavy hammer to her insides as you thrust away.
Wednesday didn’t try to fight you in this, she wanted to be taken, to let you give it to her the way you wanted, the way you knew you both liked it. The way her insides squeezed around you, the way the sweat dripped off your chest and onto her back, the sounds she makes when you give her slightly pale ass a good slap. Her face buried into the pillows as she gasped and tried to hold on to some control but it wasn’t easy for her.
“I’m, gonna cum.”
“Do it… inside me… p-please… I can’t take it anymore.” Wednesday for the first time begged so softly for it. You gave her exactly what she asked, you gripped her pigtails and yanked as your legs grew numb, hitting the climax you let as much of it inside as you could. Reorganizing her insides to only fit you. Panting like a dog you almost fell on top of her, you held yourself up as she slide off your cock and collapsed into her bed, you fell next to her, feeling her breath brush against your neck as you slept.
You had woken tired, But somehow also more lightweight. Like you really took a load off, you sat up to sense where and what was going on. You felt something along your stomach and chest, a body, Wednesday was sleeping on you. Well she was awake.
“Hey sleepyhead?” You joked, Wednesday was silent, until she tilted her head to face you.
“Thank you for, letting me see reason, I needed to relax and you gave me what I needed, even though I thought I knew better.” She admits, your hand softly caressed her head as she put it back down to sleep.
“It’s okay, you were stressed, at least you tamed it.” You reassured her, and she sighed.
“No, you tamed it.”
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Independent
Emma: Would you say you’re independent?
Y/N: *looks at Jenna*
Jenna: *nods*
Y/N: I’d say so, yes.
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Hate Means Love Ch.3
Jenna Ortega x Male Character
Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).
Warnings: Smut, LOTS OF IT, Cursing, Bondage, Fluff, and of course my bad writing.
Jenna's POV.
Here I lay, letting Andre of all people, hover over me and strip my clothes from my body.
"I'll be right back." Andre says sitting up walking out of my room. He comes back in and in the dim moonlight I can see something in his hands, but I couldn't quite make it out.
"What is that?" I ask sitting up looking at him.
"Here, I'll show you." He says walking over to me.
He quickly flips me over onto my stomach making me yelp from shock, he leans down to my ear, feeling the warmth of his breath. "It's a tie, just for you." He says with a faint chuckle.
"What could a tie possi-" I'm cut off by him yanking my arms behind my back and tying the tie around my wrist, not too tight but tight enough to not be able to free my hands.
He hovers over me, kissing a trail from my lower back all the way up to my ear.
"You ready?" He asks before planting another kiss to my back.
All I could do was quickly nod my head as I was more than ready after the stupid teasing bullshit he put me through for 2 days. He gently slides my thongs over my ass and down my legs and before I could process anything I feel his tip glide through my wet lips that have been begging for his entrance. I exhale loudly as my body shakes in anticipation.
Andre's POV.
All the bitchiness, stupid arguments, her petty acts, all that is what I'm going to take into account while I fuck the shit out of her. I place my hand on the tie and yank her to make her back arch backwards before I slam myself into her. She lets out a moaning scream that I'd never thought I'd hear from her, but holy fuck was it hot. I continue to pound myself in and out of her throwing my head back and breathing heavy as this was the best sex I have ever had, and I've had lots of sex. I don't know if it because it's with Jenna, or all the sexual frustration we have for each other, but I never want to pull out. I slam her back down on her stomach and lay on top of her pressing all of me inside of her, reaching my hand around her face to shove my finger in her mouth.
"And..Andre, slow..slow down its too much." I hear Jenna struggle to say through her moans. I pull all the way out of her making myself groan and her whimper, wanting me back inside her. I untie the tie from her hands and flip her around on her back. I stand above her peering into her eyes as I watch her naked chest heave up and down.
"Hurry up and fuck me." She says opening her legs for me to crawl between them.
I place my arms on each side of her head and lean down to nibble on her hard pink nipples, making her suck her breath in quickly. I reach my hand down to my dick and guide myself to be back inside her, I slowly start with just the tip, inching myself in inch by inch. She wraps her legs around my waist tightly holding me there in her grip. I start pounding myself in and out as she's leaving deep cuts on my back from her nails, and I can't do anything but grin at her. The warmth and wetness of her could make me do nothing but groan "fuck" over and over as I'm reaching my climax. I speed up more and more and all you can hear is the sound of skin clapping along with Jenna loudly moaning and screaming. I try to pull out of Jenna, as I'm about to cum, but her legs are still holding me tightly inside her.
"Jen..Jenna let go, I'm about to fin...fuck you feel so good, Jenna let go so I can pull out." I say trying to unwrap her legs but it's no use, Jenna replies with "No." and before I can even respond I'm throwing my head back cumming inside her, followed with a moan from Jenna as she reached her climax. I pull out of her and plop next to her on the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover my lower half.
Jenna's POV.
I awaken by the bright rays of the sun blinding my eyes through my shut eye lids, forgetting to close my blinds the night before being my biggest regret. I grab my phone to check the time and see its already noon, a long dragged-out groan exhales from my mouth as I force myself to sit up and get ready for the day. After taking a quick shower and throwing on a peach-colored crop top and some spandex shorts, being I was only going to be in the house for the day, I made my way to the kitchen to get some food. As I dig in the fridge for anything that looks good, my mind constantly keeps replaying last night's activity's, making me smile from ear to ear. It was my first-time having sex in almost a year and it was the best thing I've ever had, and I think having sex with Andre made it that much better. Andre is so damn big too I mean da-
"Uhm the fridge is beeping; can you close it?" Andre says cutting me out of my thoughts.
"Oh shit, I...I didn't even realize. Sorry, I forgot it does that when you have it open to long." I say awkwardly, quickly closing the fridge.
He gives me a small grin walking behind me and opening the fridge, reaching in to grab himself a drink. I can help but stare him as he goes about his business digging in the cabinets for food, staring at his every muscle that moves on his shirtless body.
"You can touch me, I don't bite." He says leaning against the counter placing his hand on each side of the counter.
"I think we both know where that will lead, and I didn't really plan on my day going to having sex with you." I lie through my teeth to him.
He laughs walking towards me before stopping right Infront of me. "How are you still so spicy after how I treated you last night?" He questions with a smile.
"Maybe I didn't get enough, or I just really hate you." I say testing him to see what he would say. But that's where I was wrong, because he didn't say anything, instead he picked me up and plopped me on the counter placing his arms on each side of my thighs.
"Okay, I'm down lets- Andre cuts me off yanking my top off and throwing it to the floor, followed by my shorts and underwear, dragging my body to the edge of the counter before putting himself inside me and begins railing me. He's fucking me so hard I can't. control my own limbs, yelling at the top of my lungs in pleasure, shit is falling off the shelves, bowls and plates falling from the cabinets, breaking as they hit the floor. His grunting in my ear is making me feral, I didn't know what came over me but told him "Let's go to the couch." He lifts me off the counter still inside me making every small, or big movement feel so fucking good. We get to the couch, and I slam him back into the couch making him sit as I climb on top of him and began to go crazy, feeling every inch of him go in and out of me as I move at a slow rhythm.
"fucckkk." a deep slow grunt comes out of his mouth and that's when I knew he was about to finish. I pick my pace up, riding him faster and harder as he grips my ass for support as he unleashes his cum inside of me. We lay there for a second, both of us trying to chase our breath like a runaway dog as I still sit on top of him, with him inside me. He gently lowers me onto the couch next to him, painfully pulling out making me gasp at the emptiness.
"I could get used to this ya know?" He says with a smile, looking me deep in my eyes.
"Could you?" I tease back, giving him a smile.
A/N: I KNOW I KNOW!! THE UPDATE TOOK FOREVER AND IM SORRY!! college is a pain in the ass and I've been so busy because of it, anyways I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! :)
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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚
“𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦
𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳
𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦“
Inspo: Michael Bublé - Home
Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Male!reader
Summary: The distance made you chose home and you would do it again...
Warnings: Fluffy
Words: 1726
Out on the road, it held some of the greatest moments in your life. Going big and being able to travel across the world or on a tour bus, seeing places, meeting fans, spending years with friends getting to experience all these things together. It truly is a gift that you wouldn’t take back. Fame and the extra responsibilities were meaningless when you got to live the dreams you had since a child.
But as years went on and as you got older, you met people. You had partners that came and left, but none felt like something you wanted to have for life. Until Jenna met you backstage. She was beautiful, far more beautiful than what you saw on the internet or in movies. You two talked until your manager pulled you to the stage. But in those 5 minutes of talking, seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, some part of you had this feeling. It was a swelling effect in the chest that hadn’t been prevalent for so long. So, you had made it your mission to exchange numbers and see if it would work. If it just meant being friends, then that would be enough.
So, on nights when you were laid up in a hotel or on the tour bus and you couldn’t sleep, you sent her a quick text. Feeling your lips twist into a smile when she texted back. She was a movie star and you were just some unknown (almost) jazz artist that lived for the music. Yet, she gave time to you when she was also free. Your friends would joke when they found you smiling at your phone. Teasing you for being so whipped over a girl you met once.
And it only felt inevitable that you guys attempted to give it a chance. When the tour ended, you guys met again and went on countless secretive dates since Jenna wasn’t prepared for that type of press. You supported her and she did you. Most days, you attempted to just call her if she wasn’t busy and would see her when she had a day off. Going with her to TV and movie premiers is a plus one that the two of you labelled as “best friends.” And something about your guys’ relationship being so secretive gave it that much affection and genuine love behind the scenes because it was your guys’ secret. It was only for you two to know, feel, and experience.
That was a year ago. The two of you were still going strong but tours and shows were sucking more of the life out of you. Performing was still magical and a god given gift to you, but being away from Jenna was hurting more and more as time passed. Seeing the fans were great, but you missed Jenna’s arms around you. Hearing the crowd sing the lyrics was exciting, but feeling Jenna’s lips against yours was different and better.
You started touring at 17 and that was after putting out two studio albums. You were 22 now and the love for music was still there, but it wasn’t the forefront like it used to be. And you accomplished everything you needed to. Going to countries and cities you wanted, doing certain events, going on talk shows, meeting your celebrity idols- all of it was done. The last show of your tour was in the 3rd biggest stadium in the world. You had reached the top. So, where else were you supposed to go? There was only so much you could do before the drive was lost and you might’ve wanted to conserve it honestly. Maybe drop the whole music thing for a few years and come back with a fresh mind and new things you’ve experienced. It was a tall order and one you believed and everyone close to you did too.
So, walking out on that stage with the sound of fans screaming in excitement, cheering your name as far back as your eyes would allow you to see, it felt surreal. It also tore way at your heart. But you managed to force the tears down and smile, adjusting your suit and bringing the mic to your lips. “Michigan.” Your monotone voice was overtaken by the screams, making you laugh. “Who is ready for the show?” They screamed again.
The night slowly divulged down into you giving the best performance of your life. Dancing, running, jumping, screaming, you gave your all to the show and the crowd was loving it. But you knew time was whittling down and the eventual final song would have to be performed and you would be left sorrowful. Because you knew that the moment you stepped on stage, this would be the last show for a while. And it almost felt like you were saying goodbye to someone or losing someone. There would be a grieving process and it would take long to overcome it. But you knew it wasn’t over.
Soon enough, that time came and you had to pull the stool in the center of the stage close to the piano and sat down. “Listen, I know I’m 22, but I am getting too old for this,” you grumbled, taking a sip at your water as the crowd laughed. “But I am sure you guys realize that I haven’t played the last song. But there is a good reason for that. I…I am going to be taking a break for a while.”
You lowered the mic as you felt your nose start to tingle and burn. Sniffling as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I met someone a few years ago and being on tour has been a gift and I love every single one of you, but I need to spend that time with them. They changed my life and so many ways and I love them too much to step away any longer.” you explained. “It hurts being away from loved ones and it hurts more not being able to be in their arms.” Exhaling shakily, you allowed the tears to flow down your cheeks without care. “I’ve been doing this since I was 13. Making music out of my parent's basement and when I was 17, I finally went on tour and it’s been nonstop since. So, I made a few calls and cleared it, but an album will be dropping my birthday with this next song.”
The crowd cheered, seeming to support your decision. It made your face twist in so many emotions and your heart swell in happiness. But when you turned your head, you found her standing on the other end of the stage, tears in her eyes, hands clasped to her chest. Your bottom lip trembled and a choked laugh fell from your lips as you got up and walked toward her. When Jenna stepped out from the curtain, the crowd screamed and cheered.
Yet, the world became so meaningless when you were wrapped in her arms. Her warm tears wet your cheek, which made you sigh shakily. “I love you so much.” It was the truth. In so many circumstances, you felt like the four-letter word didn’t have the much weight as it did now. You also didn’t feel worthy of being the one to say it. But you were giving up so much money to just be with her because she meant more than the money. She gave more memories than the road could ever, so you hoped she knew how much you meant it.
Jenna rubbed your back, pulling away to kiss you on the forehead. Her hands hold your face with her lips etching into a grin. “I love you too,” she whispered. Taking your hand, she pressed a kiss to the back of it and tilted her head. “You gonna sing that song or keep ‘em waiting?”
You smiled, taking her hand and pulling her further out on stage. Raising your interlocked hands, causing the crowd to cheer in bliss. The band began to play with you and Jenna sat at the piano. Her hand rested on your lap as you played the keys just like you practiced so many sleepless nights. “Another summer day. Has come and gone away. In Paris and Rome. But I wanna go home, mmm,” you sang. “May be surrounded by, A million people I still feel all alone. Just wanna go home. Oh, I miss you, you know.”
The crowd was a sea of lights, waving from left to right with the rhythm of the song. Making you smile as you moved closer to the mic and tilted your head to glance at Jenna. Her eyes dreamily admired you as you smiled. “Let me go home. I'm just too far. From where you are. I wanna come home. And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life. It's like I just stepped outside. When everything was going right.”
You had created the song while on the road. A distant cry of what you wished for more than anything else in the world. Just to be with Jenna. You were mainly surprised by the fact that you were allowed to do this. The record company had cleared it and was in full support of the long break from music. And they had been helpful to make things easier to create your new album while on the road. Willing to pay and have equipment set up and ready for you to use.
“Another winter day. Has come and gone away. In even Paris and Rome. And I wanna go home. Let me go home.” Head bobbing to the drums, you looked at Jenna and smiled. Her hand reached up and threaded through your neatly styled hair, gently caressing your scalp in the way you liked it. The sting behind your eyes grew as you licked your lips. “Let me go home. I've had my run. Baby, I'm done. I gotta go home. Let me go home. It'll all be all right. I'll be home tonight. I'm coming back home.”
With the last chord of the piano that played, the crowd screamed and cheered as you sat there with your hands resting in your lap. Blinking rapidly as you sniffled, pursing your lips and nodding. Looking at Jenna, you smiled through the tears. “Let’s go home.”
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Please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I want to be in the sequel.
Summary: Being Tara’s boyfriend is no easy feat when the “Ghostface” killer from Woodsboro resurfaces in New York. Reader has a personality similar to Stu Macher.
Pairings: Tara Carpenter x Male!Reader
Word count: 8.1k
Warnings: Heavily implied sexual content. Depictions of stabbing/kidnapping.
“Damn, Tara. Your sister is HOT.”
You had a red solo cup in your hand, which used to be filled to the brim with alcohol, and you’ve might’ve been moderately drunk.
You were crowding Sam and some creep that had laid his hands on Tara and tried to drag her up to his room by force with the full intention of having sex with her.
Like, WHAT THE FUCK? You and Tara were open about your relationship; The two of you couldn’t be seen without the other hanging off their arm.
How could one lack a moral compass that bad to be dragging someone else’s woman into bed with them? No one can expect a man with the coined nickname “Frankie” to be smart, and that was the PG version.
You have been intoxicated out of your mind and you were in no shape or form to be fighting dudes reeking of testosterone, and later, you were going to be pissed off that Chad and Sam had to fight your own battles for you.
It was a good thing Sam showed up to the party when she did. Frankie got what he had coming to him—A good ass whooping, aka, tased in the balls.
It was hot when Sam’s boundless, protective, older sister nature was uncovered. That’s why you declared your admiration for the whole party to hear.
It’s also the primary reason she was the one person you and Tara did not flaunt your relationship to.
Imagine what would happen if Sam Carpenter found out you were dating her younger sister? She was hellbent on keeping Tara safe for every day of her life.
So yeah, your intimate relationship has been kept under wraps from her to spare Tara’s sanity and for your best interest.
Tara’s friends didn’t know either, only Mindy and Anika because their gay radar was too strong and they were smart women, picking up on various hints that you and Tara dropped. Okay, technically, it was not an exclusive relationship.
Though, you had a sneaking suspicion Chad knew. There was a time when he would be seen attached to Tara’s side and making her laugh, but weirdly, he’s been keeping his distance and directing his attention to his roommate, Ethan.
He still made her laugh, and so did the rest of her friends. It would be mean if you took that away from him.
Tara thumped your arm, causing you to wince and mumble an ‘ouch’. She wielded so much strength despite her small body size. “I’m your girlfriend, asshole. Don’t take her side.”
You faked an offended gasp, placing a hand on your chest. “I wasn’t taking her side. I was merely making a suggestive comment on the situation.”
Tara rolled her eyes; Your stupidity went in one ear and out the other. “What are you doing here? I cannot believe you followed me.” She was talking—more like yelling—to Sam.
Your girlfriend, being a defiant young adult, was too agitated to listen to her sister’s explanation and favored dramatic exits.
You were the obedient, caring partner and supported your lover in her many tantrums; hence, you pursued Tara outside as she marched on the street to blow off steam.
Sam blew past you like a blur of wind, hot on her sister’s heels. “Will you stop?!” She demanded.
It wasn’t said rudely. It was a desperate, I-need-to-talk-to-you kind of demand.
Tara did stop, but then she launched into a rant about how Sam’s constant, overbearing supervision was suffocating and prevented her from achieving the future she desired.
You strayed a few feet apart from both of them, watching the back of Sam’s head, because it was best to let the sisters resolve the conflict themselves.
Your girlfriend had this terrible habit of locking away her emotions until they festered and exploded in her face.
Sam fell prey to Tara’s angry outbursts 99.9% of the time. Of course, you weren't immune from the angst either just because the two of you were dating, but on the several occurrences it happened, it was misdirected.
The same applied to her friends. If they expressed any semblance of concern for Tara’s safety, she would berate them, whether that be in public or in private.
She did need to see a therapist, not just about her feelings and impulsivity, but about the post-traumatic stress disorder she cultivated because she was a victim of fucked up killings in Woodsboro.
Yes, you knew. The internet was at the entire world's fingertips and made it extremely tough for you to dodge the information acquired by social media.
You had tried to offer a referral to your therapist, but Tara just refused without considering it.
You felt a presence by your side and watched in your peripheral vision as Chad, Ethan, Mindy, and Anika assembled in a horizontal line next to you and listened to the argument.
“I have been going out with—!” Your eyes expanded to the size of golf balls at the slip-up. Tara stopped mid-sentence, her eyes flicking over to yours nervously.
“You’re dating? Who?” Sam looked around, apprehensive, and urged Tara to confess who her suitor was.
You shook your head in a silent no, and Tara was quick to cover her mistake. “No one! I'm not dating anyone.” She resumed her indignant tone, “Because you won’t let me go."
This was not how you envisioned Sam finding out, blurting out secrets during fights was the absolute worst way to reveal information.
If Sam just caught her sister in a lie, she didn't mention or show it. She was annoyed, but not more than usual. “Tara, If you want to date, you can. I never took that choice away from you. You know my rule, don't sleep with assholes."
“And I'm not! I haven't.” Tara exclaimed. “I never gave that douchebag permission to take me upstairs. I can't believe you think so low of me.”
Sam’s voice raised to the same pitch as Tara’s, which was a striking contrast from her previous, calm demeanor. “If you want to be a crazy party girl, then that's what I'm going to think you are.”
She was losing her patience, it was being stretched thin like a rubber band.
Tara scoffed and called her sister a hypocrite, then mentioned something about letting go.
Both sisters sounded like they were holding back tears, they went back and forth, and the argument was soon tired out.
There was a long night ahead of you.
“I'm sorry about your shirt.” You were apologetic as you leaned against the kitchen counter and watched as Sam scrubbed aggressively at the fabric, which had been stained with Cherry Coke or some other beverage.
“Not your fault.” Sam gave you tight-lipped smile in return, it didn't quite reach her eyes.
She pulled her shirt over her head and tugged it off. You ogled her for a second too long, drummed your fingers against the counter, and left the kitchen area to see your girlfriend since her sister wasn't much of a conversation starter.
“I'm sorry for telling Sam about the party.” Quinn was standing in Tara’s room when you came in. “It's just–she was really upset, and I couldn't help my mouth.”
“It's fine, really.” Tara had a disingenuous smile on her face. It bothered her more than she let on. “She’s all on my ass, like usual.”
Quinn eyed you like a vulture would a carcass when you stepped into her field of view and sat down. “Who is this cutie?”
“Y/n is a friend.” The lie rolled off Tara’s tongue easily. Guess she didn't trust Quinn enough to not blab to Sam about your relationship with her.
“Friend, huh?” Quinn didn't seem like she believed it. She slow-walked to the door. “Okay, Tara’s cute friend. If you ever find yourself pent up from lust and wanting a release, I’m a room away.” She sent a wink in your direction and stalked off.
You turned to Tara once Quinn was out of earshot, blinking in shock. “What the hell was that?”
Tara joined you on the bed. “That was Quinn.” A small, amused smile tugged on her lips. “She’s my ‘sex-positive’ roommate.”
“Huh.” You remarked with zero substance to the conversation. “I could picture that.”
It took Tara a minute to catch on, and she whacked your shoulder in faux annoyance. “Gross! It’s not like that, perv. Get that image out of your mind.”
You laughed, grinning at her aghast expression as you stuck your tongue out. “I’m just playing, baby.”
Tara huffed an exaggerated, annoyed sigh, and repositioned her legs so that she was turned to you. “I know you are, dumbass.”
The mattress dipped as you scooted closer and patted Tara’s thigh, still having that goofy grin plastered on your face. “I want to go out there and get drunk with Chad.”
You were ridiculous, talking about drinking again when barely even sober from the alcohol consumed at the party.
“Or…” Tara dragged out the ‘r’ syllable, leaning forward. “You bring a beer in here and I’ll sit on your face.” She smirked, an eyebrow raised as if she was daring you to refuse.
“Sold.” That was the fastest you ever hustled, power walking—because running in an apartment was crass unless absolutely necessary—from Tara’s room to the living area.
Pilfering two beers from Chad’s hands, you made a beeline to her room. Tara was suppressing a laugh when you returned, you did not waste time, and it was painfully obvious. “Close the door.”
You did as she said before the sentence was finished. Tara was calm and collected, but a closer look at her face said otherwise, more specifically, the anticipatory gleam in her eyes. She was as desperate as you.
You wrapped your arms around her neck and slinked down, your butt finding a seat on her lap. "No more demands."
The beers were held in one hand by the neck of the bottle, and you set them aside because it was inconvenient for your hands.
The bottles lay sideways on the bed, temporarily forgotten.
"None?" Tara feigned disappointment, her gaze following your tongue while you licked your lips.
"No more." You confirmed in a light whisper.
Your lips brushed against hers, not quite touching them because you wanted to keep your girlfriend on her toes.
Tara barely reached the average height, and your current position made it difficult for her to be comfortable.
She squirmed under you, "I said I was going to sit on your face, y/n. I didn't mean you on my lap." You smiled at her halfhearted complaint.
"I thought you planned to get drunk?" She playfully mocked your words from a few minutes ago, now that you had changed your mind.
"Nah. I don't need it because you intoxicate me." Before she could reply to your less-than-remarkable pick-up line, albeit in a judgmental way, you closed the distance and kissed her.
It was a gentle, short, and sweet kiss. Tara wore cherry-flavored lip gloss; the taste of it lingered on your tongue, and her hand found your cheek.
You had a daydream-like appearance when she disconnected her lips from yours, sporting a warm, lazy smile and dilated pupils.
“You’re so cute.” Tara couldn't help but copy your smile, she still looked as composed as ever. “Now get in position before Sam becomes suspicious and invades the privacy of my room.”
“Aye Aye, Captain.” You crawled to the other end of the bed, grabbed one of the beer bottles, and sat against the headboard.
You twisted the cap off and took a swig, a satisfied “Ahh,” leaving your mouth.
Tara observed all this with a roll of her eyes and crawled to you, picking up her beer. “Dork.” She swung her legs around both sides of your arms and sat on your chest.
When both of you were done drinking, you reached over and set the bottles on the nightstand, looking back at Tara with hungry eyes. You asked, “Ready?”
“Hey, T. I think I left my phone— Oh my god!” Quinn covered her eyes with her hand after waltzing into Tara’s room.
Soft moans filled the room along with other lewd sounds, both of you were too preoccupied to hear the door opening, and Quinn’s disgust went unnoticed.
“I’ll come back later!” She shut the door and scurried away. Mumbling under her breath, “Friends, my ass.”
You and Tara freshened up after having the ride of your lives in the bedroom. Tara orgasmed on your tongue, and she didn't want you to leave unsatisfied so she returned the favor, which led to you outstaying your welcome.
Not a drop of mess spilled on her sheets because if she had to clean them, Sam would have immediately found out about you two.
Tara lit a scented candle to rid the smell of sex from her room, and you helped her reorganize the bed.
Mostly everyone was chilling on the couch watching television when Tara walked you out to the living room, your hands intertwined with hers.
“I had a great night.” You said with a big grin while standing outside the apartment door.
It was late, and it was time for you to go home. “Minus the argument you had with your sister, but the party was pretty fun.”
Tara nodded, her face soured a little when Sam was mentioned, and the door was being propped open by her arm. “It was fun.”
“See you soon?” You were already excited at the thought of seeing your girlfriend again and you hadn't even left her place yet.
Tara crossed one leg in front of the other, and a light blush formed on her cheeks. “See you soon.” She affirmed.
She waved as the door was closed in your face. You walked away with a skip in your steps, happily humming the tune to a song you liked.
Unknown to both of you, it would be a while before you saw each other again.
You were at work when your phone chimed with a text alert from Tara. “Hanging out with my sister, Mindy, her girlfriend, and Chad. Wanna come over? I'm losing my mind.”
You smiled at the message, already imagining the group having fun and laughing. You typed back a response, “Wish I could. I am busy with work.”
“It’s cool.” She might’ve said it was cool, but you knew she was upset you couldn’t make it.
Another text alert and Tara had sent you a message. “Chad just nicknamed us the Core Four. Kill me now.”
“That is not happening.” You chastised her over text, laughing quietly to yourself because you could tell how annoyed she was.
Your phone was tucked inside your pants pocket and you opened the door to your place of work, walking inside.
That was the only conversation you had with her on the day following the party. Work was exhausting, you were scheduled for 9-hour shifts a few days a week and you often fell asleep straight after arriving in your dorm.
You had been stuck with a closing shift again, which was why you were spending your time at work instead of sleeping in or making out with your girlfriend.
Speaking of, you really would've liked to be with her. You haven't seen her for only two days, but it felt like an eternity.
A phone rang. It was yours, you dug it out of your pocket and pressed the answer button. Tara was calling. “Babe, hey. How are you?”
“Quinn and Anika were killed.” Tara’s voice was frail over the phone as she informed you about her friends’ deaths.
Your heart relocated to the pit of your stomach, and you immediately dropped what you were doing to comfort her. “I am so sorry. What the fuck happened?”
“Ghostface. He's back. She’s back, whoever the fuck it is.” Her words were sharp enough to cut through the phone.
You had stepped out where there was less noise, and so you could take a break. “It's going to be okay, alright?”
You glanced around the outside of your workplace, the only person there was a coworker dumping trash into the dumpster.
Tara sniffled. “A professor was killed by someone I knew, and he died too. It was on the news after you left our place.”
“I know. I caught the news before I went to bed. It’s unfortunate.” You never knew Jason well enough to care about him, only knowing him as the guy Tara hung out with too often, but it was alarming to learn there was a pattern of serial murders forming.
Someone was talking to her, but it was indiscernible on your end. “Mindy wants to know where you were last night while the murders and shit were taking place.”
You paused, feeling uneasiness wash over your body like a blanket. “I was working, babe.”
“For that long?” Tara sounded skeptical, and as a result of your stubborn attitude, you started to become defensive.
“Yes,” You slouched against the wall adjacent to the back door while pinching the bridge of your nose. “I'm the designated closer and I'm closing again tonight, working the morning shift right now.”
“Alright.” Tara wasn't as engaged in the conversation as she usually would be. She was dismissive and full of doubt about you.
“Y/n? Are you there?” You were deep in thought. Your mind ran a mile a minute as you panicked on the inside.
It wasn’t because Tara was skeptical of you, but because you were assessing the reality of the Ghostface killings.
“I don't think we should be together right now.” It was abrupt, both of you were surprised at your request.
“What? Are you serious?”
“Just until all this blows over.” You knew it was in poor taste and timing, but the possibility of being hunted and killed because you were in a relationship with Tara was far more gut-wrenching.
“Your friends were attacked and that means I’m next.”
“Look,” Tara’s voice turned exasperated as she attempted to sway your fear, “Whoever it is, has to be close to one of us. If we end our relationship, it will not work because they’re already gunning for you and me.”
“What if there's a chance it could work, though?” It was a stupid question—Deep down, you knew she was right.
Tara stated with utmost sincerity, “Y/n, I need you. I can't do this without you.”
You heard the trembling in her voice and your eyes felt misty, but you had to stay strong. “I know you do. This is what's best for us, though. I don't want to put my life at risk.”
“I'm risking mine as we speak, y/n.” Tara was growing frustrated with you. “Mindy—stop.”
“No! Stop! I'm not giving you my ph—” There were shouts of protest from Tara and what sounded like the phone exchanging hands by force.
“Hello?” You cringed, having to pull the phone away because Tara and Mindy were shouting in your ear.
“Y/n,” It was Mindy who answered you. “Terrible idea. I just asked where you were as a formality! You should stick with your girl or you'll regret it when your insides are—”
It sounded like Mindy was swatting away Tara as the latter demanded her phone back.
“Mindy, what are you even saying??” Sometimes, she could be a terrifying scary movie geek.
“One of the most important rules of horror moves: Splitting up is no bueno,” Mindy stressed every word to ensure you understood her point. “Tara—No!”
There was some fussing, and Tara returned to speak to you. She had wrangled her phone back. “Is there anything I can say or do to change your mind?”
You considered her question, biting the inside of your cheek. “No...” Your response was uncertain.
Your stomach churned, even it was sending signals that this was a bad idea, but your mind had been set... somewhat, anyway.
“I feared this was going to happen.” A heavy, dissatisfied sigh from your soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. “I guess this is goodbye, y/n.”
She was about to end the call, but you begged her to wait. “I thought you would fight me more on this.”
“What more can I say? It's your decision.” Her tone implied that she was not in the mood for a discussion anymore. “No one wants to stay when my sister and I have a huge target on our backs. I get it.”
Tara was still there, your Tara, the one you had grown to love. She was dealing with a lot right now.
You could hear your boss yelling at a coworker and asking about your whereabouts from inside your workplace; you needed to conclude this call fast.
“Tara.” You processed her words before you said anything irrational.
“When it gets out that I am innocent,”—enunciating the word ‘when’—I want you to know that I love you, I would never hurt you, and I hope this Ghostface bastard rots.”
Your phone beeped once, indicating that Tara hung up on you.
You scoffed in disbelief, staring in shock at the black screen in your hand.
She didn't say it back.
You headed back inside to do your job before your boss popped a blood vessel and triggered an aneurysm. Working would help distract your mind from the heartbreak that was settling in.
It was 10:30 P.M. and, like you said, you were closing tonight. It was just you, by yourself, in the dimly lit deli.
A detective with a full head of gray hair had stopped by earlier to interrogate you about your alibi and whereabouts during the time window of Jason Carver’s murder and the double homicide of Quinn and Anika.
He didn't say it outright, but you guessed that he was Quinn’s father because he had trouble saying her name without choking.
You were honestly perplexed that he hadn't been removed from the case due to a conflict of interest, but it was easier to answer him and move on.
You were in the back running deli meats through the company-bought slicer in preparation for tomorrow.
The whirring of machinery and the dicing of thick meats were the only sounds that occurred in the building, otherwise, it was eerily quiet.
You were just coming back from a bathroom break, whistling, when you were greeted by an uninvited guest.
Well, it took you embarrassingly long to notice the figure clad in a Ghostface mask and black cloak until you had turned around to investigate a noise, and there they appeared, armed with a knife, ready to kill.
It was a real-life jump scare. Your heart skipped a beat and your soul felt like it evaporated from your body as you screamed so loud, it was deafening.
Ghostface jabbed the knife at you, and you dodged, the knife cutting through the air where your head just was.
The space you were in was small, not fit for running or a two-person scuffle. All you could do was duck and avoid their attacks because you were cornered by this masked killer.
One thing led to another and you were pinned down on the counter, being slid toward the machinery you had just used to slice meats, the rotary blade was menacing as it neared you.
You struggled and released aggravated grunts. In a frenzy, you nailed Ghostface in the groin with an unsynchronized kick.
The cloaked figure sunk to their knees. A groan sounded suspiciously like a male’s, and it did not come from you.
Panting from exertion, you bent your knees to get a closer look while squinting your eyes. “Ethan?”
That name triggered something in the masked assailant, and they lunged at you with surprising momentum.
You were trapped on the counter once more, his grip was unforgiving on your wrist.
The palm of your hand lay flat on the surface, facing upwards. Ghostface stabbed the blade through your palm and the tip of it embedded in the counter, a guttural cry ripped from your throat.
Tears were flowing down your cheeks and you were weeping incoherently.
There was only one person you couldn't stop thinking of. “Please, I want to see Tara again. We have so much to talk about, I can’t leave her like this—Shit!”
You sunk your teeth in your lip as Ghostface ripped the knife from your hand and put an end to your mindless rambling.
You craved a distraction from the pain.
Ghostface leered over you, tilting his head, the screaming mask was especially daunting when you were his next victim.
He lifted the knife stained with crimson, and you screamed for the umpteenth time that night, your throat was becoming raw. “No, no, no!” The weapon was brought down in one swift, stabbing motion.
Outside, sirens blared, cars revved on the street, and the city bustled with life, but your cries of terror went unheard in the darkness of the night.
It was a new day and the weather was fine. Tara hadn't been in contact with you since you suggested a breakup.
She hadn't been in contact with you since you said those three words, and she didn't say them back. Still hasn't.
Tara didn't know what she was waiting for. You loved her irrevocably, and she knew that.
She had always known, starting from the time you guys shared a first kiss and when you gathered the courage to ask her out.
God, she missed you.
Everything you did and said swept her off her feet and into your arms. She wasn't being exactly fair to you. You were right to be frightened about her past, she didn't know why it hurt so much though.
Tara and her sister turned a corner, coming into full view of your place of work—Marceli’s Deli—but something was wrong, police cars and news reporters surrounded the building, and dispatch could be heard faintly over the radio.
Detective Bailey was on the scene, looking forlorn. The two women rushed to him.
Tara blurted out a string of questions before he received a proper greeting. “What happened?! Is y/n okay?”
“Oh,” Detective Bailey winced, lips tugging back in a grimace. “I'm afraid I have some bad news.”
Tara’s devastated expression hardened into an impassive one. “What? Is Y/n in there?”
She strained her neck to get a peek at the damage done, but Sam prevented her from sprinting inside.
Bailey raised his hands to his chest and pushed downwards, imitating a gesture that meant calm down. “Y/n has gone missing; The forensics team hasn't found a body, or... remnants of one.”
He glanced away from the Carpenter sisters, an offhand look in his eyes as he waved an officer over. “If you ladies will excuse me, this is an active crime scene, and I have unfinished work to do.”
Tara scoffed, then gasped like she couldn't believe what she just heard. Sam ushered her sister from the chaotic scene, softly murmuring, “We should go.”
“Sam! Tara!” Oh, they recognized that voice, it belonged to the shallow, selfish, self-serving liar herself, Gale Weathers.
And she swarmed into their personal space without reading the room or caring for Tara’s distraught demeanor. “How do you feel now that Ghostface has followed you to the Big Apple?”
Gale spoke into a microphone while someone filmed behind her. “Care to comment on the recent murders?”
“No. Leave us alone.” Sam said through gritted teeth. She was okay before Gale Weathers showed, but now she was aggravated.
Gale was annoyingly persistent, following after the two women when they tried to leave, and spouting an overwhelming plethora of questions.
Sam had enough. She spun on her heels, and with a roll of her eyes, threw a punch in Gale’s direction. The targeted newswoman anticipated that it was coming, and swerved.
“Nice try, sweetie,” Gale smirked, her voice amplified because of the microphone. “But I've been through this dance before—Oh!”
Tara’s fist struck her in the cheek and made Gale swivel. Tara leaned forward, threatening, “Stay away from us.”
Gale stood, dumbfounded, pressing a hand to where she'd been hit.
Sam was resting against a wall with her arms crossed once she found a secluded area for a genuine talk with Tara. “Is everything okay?”
Tara had been twisting her hands and gnawing on her lip, which were all signs that pointed to extreme anxiety and worry. “We were dating. Me and y/n.”
It came out like word vomit. Sam was surprised Tara confessed information about her private life without the usual opposition.
She blinked and straightened her posture, curiosity peaked. “Oh, Tara. Why didn't you tell me?”
“Because you're—” Tara was going to say something mean, but she stopped herself, her voice trailing off. “You.”
Sam listened to her younger sister with a glimmer of guilt in her eyes, and Tara despised that look, like she was a wounded puppy Sam had just run over.
She eyed Sam before finding solace in the ground and absentmindedly rubbing at her sore knuckles. “But Y/n has gone missing, or might not even be alive, and it's all my fault.”
Sam frowned and wrestled with a thought. “Is it possible—”
“Don’t.” Tara shut down the question before Sam could complete it, because if it was voiced aloud—there was a chance it could be true.
And she didn't want it to be true.
Sam nodded and held her tongue; her lips were set in a straight line. She didn't want to upset her sister further. “Okay.”
“It's not over.” Sam shuffled over to Tara, their shoulders almost touching as they both leaned on the building. “We're going to find Y/n and kick the asses of whoever is accountable for hurting all of us.”
“Promise?” Tara half-smiled at her sister.
She wouldn't be wholly content until you were in her arms again, but knowing she had Sam by her side, that made her feel better.
“Swear on it.” Sam held out her pinky, her tone was sweet, but her face expressed a certain maliciousness.
In agreement, Tara hooked their pinkies together. She just missed one vital piece that would make her life almost okay again... you.
A lot has happened. Gale Weathers had been stabbed, Mindy was stuck with Ethan on a train and she was falling behind, and Tara was spiraling into depression because you remained missing.
Prior to Gale’s attempted murder, the reporter had found an abandoned, secret hideout with Ghostface graffiti scattered on the outside and guided Sam and Tara to it—everyone else followed along—as an apology for being a conceited bitch.
It kinda worked. Tara felt a little remorseful, but she deserved that punch.
Turns out the inside was even more of a freak show, occupied with Ghostface collections and a fucking shrine of mannequins wearing cloaks and wielding the knives of past killers, only all the masks were missing.
Tara did not like it here. The place gave her the creeps equivalent to a thousand bugs crawling down her back.
She hoped that you would show up out of the blue, in good health, with a smile on your face, saying something like, “I'm sorry I ran away,” and tease her like you always did by being your goofy self.
But with every passing moment that specific scenario didn't happen, the likelihood of you being alive became less likely, and her heart grew heavy.
Tara didn't want to admit it, because then your disappearance would become a reality, but her hopes were diminishing.
Sam was also going through her own internal turmoil; Tara has seen the way her sister looked at Billy Loomis’s display when she assumed no one was watching.
“What are you doing?” Tara didn't mean to spook Sam. Her eyes gleamed, not out of fear, but because she was concerned.
“Yo, Tara!” Chad had cupped his hands over his mouth to shout and was beckoning for her to walk with him.
Tara glanced over at Chad and back at her speechless sister, who was struggling to form a sentence, her gaze sympathetic.
She turned away to follow Chad.
“Who uses this place anymore? It's so old,” Tara remarked while smirking.
She stood at a dusty concession counter with Chad. He smiled at her comment and shifted closer to her.
He reached for an old box of candy at the same time she did, and their fingers brushed.
Tara flushed from embarrassment. “Oh, you can have it.”
Chad withdrew his arm, grinning sheepishly. “I'm sorry. You can have it.”
“No, you can take them.” Tara insisted, her smile fading while handing the box of chocolate to him.
But Chad just wouldn't get the hint. “No, you wanted them...” He tossed the candy down on the counter. “You take it.”
“I don't want them. They're a hundred years old. I actually—What are you doing?” Chad had tried to kiss her, but Tara pushed him back.
“Kissing... You?” He arched a brow in confusion, sounding unsure of himself.
“I'm dating Y/n. I was. We broke up.” She rambled, using her inhaler before she was sent into a panic attack. “It's complicated.”
Chad wasn't unattractive in the slightest. He had a buff build, muscles, and a soft heart underneath the tough jock exterior.
Sometimes he said things that made him seem brainless, but terrible timing aside, she didn't see him like that—more than as a friend.
Even if you were out of the picture, which was a thought she couldn't stomach, her relationship with you was still fresh. She didn't want to date anyone else.
Chad was quiet, and all Tara wanted to do was drown herself in the silence.
Sam lingered away from the Ghostface mannequins, and stepping down the stage, she called out, “Tara? Chad? Kirby?”
She was alone, in the room by herself. They had dispersed to different areas of the theatre and left her.
Tara and Chad stood beside each other with their backs turned to the counter, seeking comfort in the other’s presence.
“I'm stupid, aren't I?” Chad had a pained smile on his face. He was trying to make the situation less awkward by joking.
Tara couldn't help the small, amused smile that tugged on her lips, partially serious as she answered him. “A little bit.”
Dejectedly, he hung his head and blew a puff of air. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Tara shook her head, “You're going to be fine.” She corrected herself, “We are,” and playfully nudged Chad.
Sam slowly crept toward the corridor, her ears picking up on muffled thumping sounds that resembled rats running through pipes.
Chad and Tara kept talking in the other room while Sam was investigating the noise. “I think you're beautiful, Tara. You're strong and I like women who can throw a punch.”
Trailing her hand along the walls, Sam had Billy Loomis’s knife out at the ready, on extremely high alert as she neared the source.
“I can't be with you, not now, probably not ever” Tara replied curtly.
He wouldn't drop the subject and it made her uncomfortable. “Maybe if you told me before I met y/n, then it would be different.”
Bingo. Sam’s hand found a small handle in the paneling. She pushed, then pulled and it gave away, revealing a thin, hidden compartment.
“The thing is, I didn't realize how much I wanted you until I saw you with someone else,” Chad admitted, taking a tentative peek at her.
He was speaking from the bottom of his heart, but still, Tara didn't love him like she loved you.
It was dark, but Sam could see the silhouette of a person and glistening eyes. “Y/n.” she breathed softly; her heart broke at the condition you were in.
There you were. Alive, held captive but not dead.
She flipped the knife so the blade was facing the floor, and crouched down.
“Tara is here with me. We're going to get you out of here, okay?” She fumbled with the duct tape on your wrists, glancing at your tear-stricken face. “She'll be so, so happy to see you.”
Your eyes brightened, but what you were attempting to say was unintelligible because your mouth was duct-taped as well.
You were happy though, that much Sam could tell.
A scream echoed in the corridor. It was Tara’s.
Sam’s eyes snapped to yours and reluctance showed on her features. She began to pull away, even though she was not finished setting you free.
“Sam.” You looked at her expectantly.
She was reminded of that time in Woodsboro when Tara was locked in that closet and she had to decide whether or not she should set her sister free.
Guilt tugged on Sam’s heart, but she stood up anyway. “Wait here. I'll be back, I promise.”
You began to shout muffled objections. The secret door was shut back in place, leaving you to stew in your thoughts and emotions once more.
Sam went to find her sister, but she didn't have to go far because Tara ran into her, hyperventilating. “They got Chad! They got him! Two of them.”
Sam gripped Tara’s arms and waited until she calmed down to tell her what she'd discovered. “I found Y/n!”
“What? Where is he?” Tara attempted to search for you, but Sam kept her still.
“Not now. He's safe.” Sam brushed back a strand of hair from her sister’s eyes, moving her hands to hold both sides of her face. “Hey, let’s finish this okay? Then we can go home.”
Tara nodded and allowed Sam to guide her to the room where the mannequins and Ghostface memorabilia were.
It was time for Act 3.
Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes morphed into hours. You were just sitting there, waiting, in the cramped space when the door slid open again.
Sam stared down at you, sporting a familiar, black cloak that you had witnessed Ghostface wearing. “Did you see who took you?”
A slow nod from you.
Was it Ethan or Quinn?” She was digging for information about the culprit of your kidnapping; you shook your head at both of the names mentioned.
“Detective Bailey. Old cop guy with grey hair.” Your confused expression shifted into a knowing one.
Sam smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “Be right back.”
She slid the door closed; you were enclosed in the secret compartment again.
Sam tore the mask off her face and let it sit on her head. She turned out of the center stage, walked through the projector curtains, and joined Tara on the steps.
“Thank you for letting me go.” Tara’s face was stained with black splotches, and she looked the same as Sam did—A total mess.
They had just finished killing a family–Richie’s family, in fact. Quinn, Ethan, and fucking Detective Bailey were all relatives of his.
Detective Bailey was the only one left alive for their final act. It was a team effort; Tara called him over the phone pretending to be Ghostface.
Sam wore the costume, stealthily approached that dipshit, and stabbed him until he couldn't scream anymore.
Of course, she did stab him in the eye as a preventative measure. He deserved a worse fate than death, but he also didn't deserve a second chance to torment her family. Yes, that included you too.
Sam smiled, and this one did reach her eyes, resting her head on her arm. “I knew you could take care of yourself.”
Tara’s smile faltered and her gaze dropped to her shoes.
“I want to be in your life though,” Sam added after a beat of silence. Tara made eye contact with her sister, her expression softening. “But only as much as you want me to.”
“I want you to be in my life.” Tara declared with complete honesty, squashing Sam’s doubts. “And y/n, Mindy,” Her voice wavered at the next name, “Chad.”
Sam reached over and placed a hand on Tara’s knee. She was sympathetic to her sister’s feelings.
They both have dealt with this specific trauma two times, too many.
Tara chuckled and a wide grin formed on her face. Sam giggled with her, just glad to laugh after the day they had.
A loud bang! and a clatter startled the sisters, causing them to jump up apprehensively.
You stumbled into the room with a bruised eye, and a bleeding cut above the eyebrow of your other eye. Your face was roughed up as if you had been in a horrible fistfight.
There was a long and wide, jagged, exposed gash that went across your nose, under your left eye and stopped at your earlobe.
Your feet were taped together and the tape on your hands had been cut.
“You still don't understand, Tara!” Ethan screamed, veins exuded out of his neck and his eyes bulged. “In the sequel, the perfect boyfriend died.”
“Quinn.” Detective Bailey demanded. “Go fetch, y/n. We have a crime scene to stage.”
“On it!” Quinn strode past the sisters and turned into the corridor that led to the other rooms of the theatre, disappearing from view.
Sam looked up through hooded eyes into the soulless ones of Detective Bailey. “Wow. You and Richie have similar plans.”
He was aiming a gun at her and tilted his head, confusion etched on his face. “What are you talking about?”
“Your son took my sister hostage.” There was a faux sweetness behind her tone. Sam was taunting him. “He tried to convince me that Tara was the killer, but guess what? I untied her.”
As if on cue, Quinn exclaimed, “Uh, I can't find him!”
Detective Bailey’s voice boomed as he shouted back, “He can't have gotten far!”
Some things were tossed and slammed around in her search for you. A sharp ‘thwack’ sounded and Quinn cried out.
“I let him go,” Sam smirked.
Tara ran and wrapped her arms around you in a bone-crushing hug, nearly knocking you off your feet, a choked sob escaped from her.
Pulling away to inspect you, she reached out and peeled the tape from your lips. “Tara.” You croaked.
Your throat felt like sandpaper due to a lack of water and food, and your lips were cracked.
“Y/n,” Tara mumbled softly, tears welling up in her eyes. She brought her hand around the nape of your neck and drew you in for a kiss.
You succumbed to the warm sensation of her lips on yours and deepened the kiss. The suffering you had endured was washing away now that your girl was in your arms.
Tara had that power; she always knew how to make your pain forgettable when you were with her.
You parted for air, already missing her lips on yours.
You also had something really important to say and it couldn't wait, “Tara, I want to undo the breakup.”
Tara beamed at you and grinned ear-to-ear. Teasingly, she asked, “We broke up?”
Her face glowed with a certain happiness that was only expressed in your presence.
You rolled your eyes, and the small smile on your lips made it obvious that you were humoring her. “Come here.”
You lured her in for a second kiss and your lips nearly connected with hers, but a loud, animalistic growl forced you and Tara to spring apart in fear.
Ethan Landry was still alive. He had a bloody maw and roared like a beast, rushing, aiming for all three of you with a knife raised.
It was so unexpected and too fast for any of you to formulate a defensive strategy. You, Sam, and Tara could only gape at Ethan’s grotesque appearance.
Something creaked, and in the blink of an eye, the tv that killed Stu Macher tipped over and claimed Ethan Landry as its new victim.
Kirby popped out from behind the display where the TV used to be. Like the rest of you survivors, she was in terrible shape.
She smiled, “Saw that in a scary movie once.”
You breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Tara close to you, a smile returning to your face.
Sam moved closer to you and Tara, looking proud of you two. She placed her hand on your back, between your shoulder blades, and gave you a one-armed hug.
You leaned into her embrace and rested your chin on her shoulder. It was nice of her to do that, and you felt like crying because, from the moment you started dating Tara, you hoped to bond with her sister.
Sam didn't let you go right away; she was dragging out the hug for as long as possible, and it's what you needed. “How would you feel about going out on a double date? You and Tara, Me and Danny—my neighbor—who I've been seeing.”
Her voice was smooth and inviting, even if you considered saying no, it would've been hard to refuse. “I'd love that, Sam.”
She broke off the hug to gauge whether you were being serious or otherwise. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely.” You had a grin on your face.
“Already talking about me behind my back?” Tara chimed in, staring at you with an eyebrow raised, and suppressing a smile.
“Aww, is my lovebug feeling lonely?” You did a silly, comical impression with your voice and pulled her flush to your hip, tenderly squeezing her shoulder.
“I can't stand you.” You and Sam laughed together at Tara’s empty insult.
Tara protested and elbowed you in the ribs, but soon, she was laughing as well.
“Oh, man.” When the laughter died down, you groaned and touched your forehead, dangerously on the verge of fainting or spilling out your guts. “I need to go to the hospital.”
Two weeks have passed.
Tara strutted through a fitness gym, wearing sunglasses and holding a coffee. All she could hear were misogynistic, sweaty men grunting and using the exercise equipment.
“Come on! Come on!”
Two men were practicing boxing. One man was holding up mitts, acting as a target dummy, and the other was throwing punches.
Tara approached them, removing her glasses. “Y/n.”
You stopped mid-punch, saw who called your name, and disengaged from your boxing stance. “Babe, hey!”
You walked to her with open arms and pulled her into a big, sweaty hug. “We were just finishing up.”
Danny was the man who you were sparring with. He peeled off the gloves and tucked them under his arm, sporting a toothy grin.
“I got you coffee.” Tara offered you the to-go cup when you pulled away.
You took the coffee off her hands. “Oh, sweet. Decaf?”
“Uh huh, only the best for my beau.” She smiled while watching you chug the hot beverage.
“Is Sam ready?” Danny asked, joining you and Tara.
“Yeah,” Tara pointed her thumb at the entrance of the gym. “She’s waiting outside.”
You finished drinking the coffee and lowered the cup in your hands. “How is Chad, by the way?”
Tara perked up when you asked; she seemed excited to talk about him. “He’s recovering pretty fast. It's impressive, according to his doctor. He’ll be out in a couple of weeks.”
“That’s good to hear!” You said cheerily with a hint of sarcasm. “I still need to fight him for trying to kiss you.”
Your girlfriend released a small, airy laugh. “As much as I would love to see both of you acting like idiots, fighting is unnecessary. He’s already dealing with my rejection.”
“I imagine that's gotta hurt.” Danny chortled while glancing at you.
“Yeah, imagine.” You smirked, refraining from laughing when Danny gave you a knowing look.
Tara shook her head and she didn't bother to hide her signature eye roll. “I'm hating this... bromance or whatever this is between the two of you.”
You chuckled. Danny pressed his hand to his chest and faked a hurt expression. “Ouch, Sam’s little sis.”
“Speaking of, I wouldn't want to keep Sam waiting.” You slung each of your arms around Danny and Tara and propelled them forward. “Let's go eat!”
Both of them complained while you used their necks as props as you reached the doors to exit, and Tara smacked you until she was freed from your arm.
You met up with Sam, who was standing right outside the gym, and the four of you walked on the sidewalks of New York to a nice, fancy restaurant.
You and Tara were seated together at a table with Sam and Danny, surrounded by great food, jokes, laughter, and a warm ambiance.
You clinked your alcoholic drink against theirs and chatted the night away.
Ghostface? Stab series? They didn't cross your mind once.
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Wednesday Addams -- "The wolf in my bed" (Part 3)
Wednesday Addams x Male reader/oc
Summary: The new girl at Nevermore Academy is forced to live with a person who is the complete opposite of herself. But what will happen when the brother of said roommate has a personality similar to Wednesday's?
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Wednesday POV
My research on the monster was progressing, but it was not doing so at the expected speed and every time I managed to advance one step, I was forced to take two steps back.
I don't know how he does it, but it's like the monster knows every move I'm going to make and I don't like that at all.
For example, the homeless man who lived in the old meeting house; who was murdered two nights ago. The monster sees me in the ruins and that same night kills the person who lived in that same place?
It's not a coincidence.
But thanks to that event, I got all the information about the bodies in the morgue and I have deciphered a pattern. It's subtle, but reading the reports and seeing the photos of the bodies it's easy to decipher.
Each victim has had a part of their bodies removed. The first victim was missing a kidney, the second a finger, the third his gallbladder and the homeless man from the meeting house two toes.
I don't know why the murderer needs these parts, but I plan to find out.
Thornhill 's class is anything but new information, since everything she is saying about orchids and their pollination is something I learned when I was 9 years old.
I hear a complaining sound from my left, causing me to look towards the person sitting next to me through my peripheral vision and seeing the school artist.
Xabier: I hurt my back fencing.- he excuses himself quickly without me asking him.
Mrs.Thornhill: The orchid produces pheromones that imitate a female insect, thus attracting males.- continues with her explanation. -Once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in return?- questions waiting for the answer from one of the students.
Bianca: Nothing. - she answers before anyone else. -Like all the boys at the dance.- she finishes amusingly, causing most of the students to laugh at it.
Mrs.Thornhill: Okay, okay.- she says to get the attention of all the students. -I know you're all looking forward to Saturday, that's why I'm not going to send you homework.- she informs us, causing a small celebration on the part of the rest. -But I'm going to need volunteers for the decoration committee, anyone interested can come see me.- she says with a smile ending the class.
As soon as class ends, everyone gets up from their seats and immediately starts talking to each other.
Xavier: What? Aren't you going to participate? - he asks me directly. -Don't you like disco balls and surprise punch? - he asks with some sarcasm. -There will even be a DJ, Mc Blood Suckaz - comments with some amusement .
Wednesday: I prefer to stick needles in my eyes.- I respond immediately. -Although maybe I will do it anyway.- I comment casually, knowing that I would prefer it a thousand times over going to the dance.
Xabier: Invite someone to have a little fun.- he says bending down to put the book in his backpack and that's when I see it.
On the right side of his neck, which was being hidden by his shirt and jacket; three scratches. That has not been done in fencing.
I get up from my chair, deciding to follow my classmate and try to find out how those injuries could have been caused. He's hiding something and I plan to find out what he's hiding at all costs.
POV You
I grunt tiredly, hiding my face in my arms and resting on one of the tables in the square. This is getting repetitive too fast.
Enid: Do you want to stop growling, you're exaggerating.- she assures me, hitting my arm.
Y/n: Then stop asking me the same thing fifty times.- I growl again, raising my head from my arms and giving her a dirty look.
Enid: I haven't asked you more than 3 times! - she exclaims in defense and I look at her, raising an eyebrow.
Y/n: Three times in the last five minutes.- I point out. -But you've been asking me the same thing for five days.- I remind her breathing deeply, not wanting to lose the little patience I have left.
Enid: I'll stop asking you when you do it.- she assures me, crossing her arms and with a smile full of superiority.
Y/n: And why do you want me to ask Wednesday if she wants to go to the dance with me? - I asked her confused with the reason behind her insistence. -What do you get out of all this? - I say without understanding anything.
Enid: Because you would be a perfect couple and because unlike you, I would love for my best friend and brother to be together. - She answers with a huge smile.
Y/n: Three things- I list with my fingers. -First, what makes you think that Wednesday of all people wants to go to the dance, this being an unnecessary social event for her?- I ask, raising a finger. -Second, at what point has your mind thought that your best friend wants to be in a romantic relationship with someone, when she almost didn´t agree to be your friend?- I raise the second finger.
Enid: Because I know... - she starts in her defense but I tell her to shut up.
Y/n: I'm talking.- I remember, looking straight into her eyes. -And third, haven't you learned from what Ajax did to you?- I ask her with some anger in my voice, but my anger is not directed at her.
Because even with all my warnings not to go out with any of my friends, she asked Ajax on a date and he stood her up. The worst thing of all is that my best friend doesn't want to tell me why he stood her up and I haven't spoken to him in several days because of that.
No one plays with my sister's feelings, and Ajax 's black eye is an example of the consequences of that.
Enid: You didn't need to say the last point.- she growls at me angrily and with a certain gleam of pain in her eyes. -But whether you want to listen to me or not, there is something between you two and you can't deny it.- he assures me, looking me directly in the eyes.
Y/n: Well, look how I deny it.- I say with a false smile. -There is nothing between Wednesday and me.- I assure seriously.
Enid: You don't even believe that yourself.- she snorts, shaking her head. -It took her a month to let me hold her arm and you slept in her bed the first week, plus I can see the looks you give each other.- She points her finger at me accusingly.
Y/n: What looks are you talking about? - I ask, completely confused with what my sister means.
Enid: Oh please, the looks you give each other every time the other isn't looking and the intense but strange way of flirting you have.- she comments with exasperation.
Y/n: I don't flirt, I just have fun getting on Wednesday 's nerves.- I shrug with an amused smile.
Enid: That's called flirting.- she assures me as if it were obvious. -And don't deny it because you know we can spend the whole day like this.- she points her finger at me again so I can close my mouth. -So are you going to ask her to go to the dance with you or not? - she asks again with a big smile.
Y/n: I'll think about it.- I accept tiredly. -But you promise me that if I do, you won't bother me anymore with the looks that you say we give each other and the supposed flirtation.- I stretch my hand towards her, watching her bite her lip and think carefully about whether to accept or not.
I can see the internal struggle she is having in her head through her eyes and every slightest gesture on her face. I just wait in silence and keeping my hand outstretched.
Enid: I promise.- she growls after a while, accepting my hand. -But only if you ask, otherwise I can continue bothering you.- she says with a smile, shaking our hands energetically.
Y/n: Whatever. - I deny amused by her attitude and getting up from the bench.
Enid: Where are you going? - She asks me confused when I let go of our hands.
Y/n: I have homework to do.- I respond, raising my shoulders.
Enid: But Professor Thornhill hasn't sent us anything.- She remembers me confused.
Y/n: Do you only have botany class? - I ask amused by the look f confusion on her face. -I'm leaving.- I say goodbye, entering the school hallways.
I walk towards my room, thinking about what my sister told me and as if on cue I see the person we were talking about.
Y/n: Wednesday! - I exclaimed, calling her and running to catch up with her. -How are you going with the investigation?- I ask her when I get to her side.
Wednesday: Good.- she nods her head, continuing walking. -I have new clues and I have discovered something about the deaths.- she tells me and I walk next to her.
Y/n: Do the dates or the shape of the wounds form some pattern?- I ask interested.
Wednesday: No. - she denies in response and doesn't say anything else.
She continues walking in the direction of Ophelia Hall, so I understand that she doesn't want to continue talking and I decide to stop walking. I watch her walk away and turn around to resume my walk to my room.
Wednesday: Where are you going? - I hear her question from behind me so I turn around seeing her with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.
Y/n: To my room.- I respond confused. -I thought that since you haven't continued talking and haven't stopped walking, you wanted me to leave you alone.- I explain simply.
Wednesday: At any other time you would be correct about the message of my actions, but this is not the case.- she assures me with her monotonous tone of voice. -Now follow me.- she practically orders me, turning around and resuming her walk towards her room.
I quickly look around, making sure no one is around and run again to catch up with her.
We do the rest of the way to the room she shares with my sister in complete silence. Once inside the room, she walks over to a cork board and looks over her shoulder at me.
I approach, looking at the board and appreciating the reports and photos of what I assume are the victims of the monster.
Wednesday: There have been a total of four murders, but none of them are related to each other other than by the monster that killed them. - she explains to me, pointing to the files of the victims . -The attacks have happened on random days, there is no pattern regarding a specific number of days between one murder and another, nor any lunar phase or anything like that. - she continues explaining to me and I see each date of the murders on each victim.
Y/n: That means that wolves, for example, are ruled out since all the murders would had to be during the full moon. - I comment, reading the forensic file of the second victim.
Wednesday: Exactly, although it is clear that there are some wolves that do not need the full moon to transform. - she comments with a knowledge that I did not know she had. - You, for example. - she points her finger at me.
Y/n: How do you know that? - I ask confused, since not many people know it and it´s better to keep it that way.
Since it is very rare that a werewolf can make a complete transformation at any time, without the need for a full moon and it is something that must be kept secret.
It is very dangerous for it to be known, since it would be a perfect excuse for the normies to blame us for any crime like this and also such information can be dangerous in the hands of another supernatural being .
Wednesday: Enid.- responds simply.
Y/n: Of course.- I growl, annoyed with my sister, since she knows she can't tell anyone.
Wednesday: But it is clear that it is not a werewolf, since the claw wounds that the victims present are more spacious than those of a werewolf. - she explains to me, pointing to an abdomen, or what remains of it . -But I have noticed that in each victim, the murderer has extracted a part of their bodies and that none of them match.- she explains to me.
Y/n: You mean, the killer has taken a part of each victim 's body? - I asked confused. -As a type of amulet or reminder?- I question looking at the girl next to me, who is with her arms crossed.
Wednesday: It seems that way, but I still don't know the exact reason. - she answers me simply.
Y/n: I may not be right.- I comment thoughtfully. -But don't serial killers usually take the same thing from all their victims? - I ask without stopping looking at the photos.
Wednesday: Not always, most prefer to take any of the victim 's personal belongings. But when it's a part of the body, it varies depending on the murderer. - She explains to me and I nod, looking at her when I hear the sound of a piece of paper.
Y/n: What is that? - I ask her when I see how she takes out some pages from inside her school jacket.
Wednesday: Some very realistic and detailed drawings that I have gotten of our monster. - she responds, hanging the two drawings on the board.
Y/n: Where did you get them from? - I ask looking at said drawings.
Wednesday: From Xabier's hut.- she answers and I look at her quickly.
Y/n: He painted this? - I ask her without stopping to look at her and blindly pointing at the drawings.
She just makes a sound of confirmation, tearing her gaze from mine and moving it to my friend's sketches.
I imitate her action, returning my gaze to the paintings and paying attention to every detail of the monster.
I know that many times Xabier has very realistic lucid dreams that he then draws. But dreams are usually related to things he has seen or knows. Which would mean that he has somehow seen the monster.
Y/n: Do you think he has something to do with the monster?- I ask her in a low voice, not knowing if I want to know the answer.
Wednesday: It is possible.- it confirms my fears. -Today he had a fairly large scratch on his neck and was acting a bit suspicious. In addition to the fact that those were not the only drawings, wherever you looked, the monster's face was everywhere in that hut. - she tells me and I sigh without wanting to continue with the topic.
I decide to take a couple of steps back, moving away from the board a little and trying to think of something else.
Y/n: Hey Wednesday.- I caught her attention, causing her to look at me instead of the board. -Would you like to go with me to the Raven on Saturday?- I ask her the first thing that comes to mind unconsciously to change the topic.
I open my eyes realizing what I've said and my heartbeat skyrockets. I can see that her eyes have also opened in surprise, but they have barely opened two millimeters and if I wasn't staring at her I wouldn't have noticed.
The air in the room becomes very heavy, due to the silence and lack of response from the black-haired girl. I swallow heavily, feeling my body temperature rise and my heart beat in my throat.
Wednesday: No. - responds monotonously and for some reason that I don't understand, I feel disappointment invade my body and a phantom weight in my heart, as if I had stones in it.
Y/n: I know that you are not the type of person who enjoys unnecessary social events like dancing and that you prefer to stay in your room writing your novel. - I explained quickly without thinking. -But I wanted to ask you just in case.- I lift my shoulders, feigning indifference.
Wednesday: I don't reject you for that reason.- she assures me and I look at her confused. -It's because I've already asked someone and that person has accepted.- she tells me with the same monotony as always.
I think since I've known her, it's the first time I hate how monotonous her voice is and how impassive her face is. Because for once, I would like her to express a minimum of feelings with her features so I can at least know what she thinks.
Y/n: Oh.- I murmur a few seconds after her response and processing the information she has given me.
She doesn't say anything, she just watches me in complete silence and for the first time, it makes me uncomfortable.
Never before had I felt so watched by her and so uncomfortable and embarrassed in her presence. I don't want to continue feeling her gaze on me, trying to read me, much less for her to realize that this rejection has somehow caused something in me.
Y/n: I think I've bothered you enough.- I clear my throat, taking a step back. -I have things to do.- I excuse myself, pointing to the door and walking towards it.
Wednesday looks at me, nodding and turning her attention back to the board.
I take advantage of the fact that her back is turned to flee from the room and walk towards mine, feeling the disappointment latent within me.
These feelings are the reason why I didn't want to ask her to go to the dance in the first place. I knew she was going to say no and that I would feel bad, but I didn't think will fell this bad.
I thought it would be like that day in the ruins, when Xabier appeared and they both ignored my existence, as if I were not by their side. I thought I would feel a certain heaviness for her failure to acknowledge my existence and anger for having her full attention on Xabier instead of me.
But it has not been that way. I know that what I felt the other time was jealousy and I still don't really understand why.
Although this time it wasn't jealousy, it was as if they were piercing my chest and squeezing my heart, preventing it from pumping blood to the rest of my body.
The worst thing of all is that she has asked someone to go to the dance, it was not another boy who asked her and for some strange reason she has been forced to accept.
No.
She was the one who asked someone to go to the dance with her and I didn't see her very upset about it when she told me.
On the other hand, how can I know what she feels if she never shows it.
Wednesday POV
After the strange interaction with Y/n and my refusal of his invitation to the Raven, he excuses himself and I am left alone in my room.
I don't spend much time alone before my extravagant roommate walks into our room and looks at me with a slightly disturbing smile.
Enid: I've seen my brother walk away from Ophelia Hall.- she comments in a sing-song voice, causing me to look at her seriously.
Wednesday: I have shared with him the progress of my research.- I respond walking towards her.
Enid: And you have only talked about the investigation? - she asks with some emotion to which I cannot find an obvious origin.
Wednesday: Yes.- I agree emphatically. -But I need your worldly wisdom for a last minute situation that has arisen.- I say, maintaining my usual seriousness and impassiveness, but without knowing very well what I have to do.
Enid: Okay? - nods with some insecurity.
Wednesday: What are the steps to follow to attend a social event like the Raven? - I ask, maintaining my position and avoiding reacting to the inhuman scream that my roommate lets out.
Enid: Oh my goodness! Wednesday Addams is going to the dance! - she exclaims, jumping on the spot and with a somewhat high-pitched voice. -Do you know what you need? - she asks me excitedly.
Wednesday: A shot to the head? - I ask sincerely.
Enid: A dress! - she exclaims full of emotion.
Wednesday: I already have one.- I assure her without reacting to her emotion.
Enid: Is it the one you showed up here with? - she asks with some fear on her face. -It was an abomination for fashion that not even I could resurrect.- she assures me. -Thing, help me.- she says to the hand on my right.
He responds with a thumbs up, implying that he agrees with her and that I cannot wear the dress in which I arrived at Nevermore .
Enid: You need something that says: First date, get out of the way bitches! - she exclaims with too much energy. -Besides, being Y/n's sister, I can help you better.- she assures me with an even bigger smile than the one he had before.
Wednesday: What does your brother have to do with all this?- I ask normally and with some confusion at the mention of the boy.
Enid: Aren't you going to the dance with him?- she asks, erasing the smile from her face and frowning in confusion .
Wednesday: No. - I deny immediately. -I'm going with Xabier, for reasons that aren't important right now.- I explain and I see how her face contorts in a similar way to her brother's when I rejected his invitation to the dance.
Although the expression on my roommate's face is lighter and she doesn't have the lost look like her brother has had for a few moments.
In addition, the range of emotions that her face shows is not exactly the same and there is a difference between the emotions of confusion, some sadness and perhaps guilt that Enid reflects, which are easy to decipher.
His brother's were more difficult, since I had only been able to clearly see the gesture of disappointment and the emotion of pain he made for a second.
But otherwise I can't say exactly what emotions he felt, much less the reasons why he felt them.
NEXT
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Jenna Ortega Dating Hcs
Jenna Ortega x GN!Reader
She will likely take you with her to the set every time
To the point where you've befriended everyone in the cast, including the director
If you are a fan of horror movies, you'll probably watch something like The Conjuring, Annabelle, and Slender Man on one of your movie nights
If not then, you just spend most of your time hiding your face in the crook of her neck if she chose a horror movie
If you are taller than her, she'll probably take advantage of it, asking you to hand something to her on a higher shelf she can't reach.
Omg, the height difference is so cute
If you are shorter than her, let's say between 4'8 and 4'11. Prepare yourself 'cause she'll tease you to no end, even making you her very own armrest.
But she will fight anyone who ridicules you for your height (no one can mess with your height but her)
She'll miss you every time your not with her, especially when they're filming in another country.
She will text you every time she's free, sending you pictures and texts of what she's doing, what's she's eating etc.
Will get jealous if someone's flirting with you
She knows you're not flirting back because you barely even know that they're flirting with you. (you're that oblivious)
She will come up to you, hugging your arm, calling you by one of her pet names like baby, babe, darling, or Y/n/n. (The person quickly realizes and leaves without a word.)
If the two of you ever fought, someone will (mainly you, even if you're not the one at fault) apologize the day after. Jenna will feel guilty, (cause you always looked like a kicked puppy when you apologize) especially when she knows she's the one at fault, and yet you're here saying sorry anyway.
She'll pepper your face with kisses, saying sorries and I love you's.
Will constantly reassure you that they wouldn't leave you for anyone else, that your not annoying or a burden cause she knows how insecure you can be
She will cling to you like a koala sometimes, only letting you go if you had to go to the bathroom.
She hates to see you cry :(
She will absolutely do anything to make you stop crying. Like rubbing your back, peppering your face with kisses, wiping your tears, hugging you till you calm down, making you something to eat, or ordering your favorite food. Anything to make you stop crying cause it breaks her heart so much.
Dates every weekend, man. It's traditional by now.
She had to buy a new phone cause her old one is now full of storage. It has thousands of pictures of you and the two of you together btw.
The two of you had a shared playlist on Spotify for different occasions.
You'll sometimes go with her to another country if their filming is there, trying new foods with her.
She'll buy you everything you want. Oh, you want a new iPhone 14 Pro Max? Consider it done baby. You want that watch? She's already at the counter, buying them for you.
You're her precious and sweet darling, how could she not spoil you?
Sometimes, you'll tilt your head to the side resembling a puppy, and she can't help but hug you.
She doesn't care if the two of you are seen in public cause she wants the world to know she's dating the most amazing person in the world.
She thinks of marrying you one day and maybe starting a family of your own
Bonus:
If you search for any photo of the couple on social media, you will find them looking into each other's eyes lovingly.
I'm a huge simp when it comes to Jenna Ortega and this is my first time writing something like this...
I hope you enjoy this hcs tho
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My Black Cat
Jenna Ortega x Reader
You had to pick up Jenna from the studio, with a surprise for her.
Jenna had already talked about her desire to have a pet, but that she didn't have time to take care of it due to the constant filming of Wednesday.
Fortunately, these moments had already ended, with the end of filming and the release of the series that later became a success
It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon when had already given Jenna's departure time from the set. You were very excited to meet your girlfriend
You parked in front of the studio door, waiting for Jenna's arrival, you looked on your YouTube, some videos of your favorite game but is soon interrupted by Jenna, and finally you can enjoy the vision of an abnormal person, she looked like a goddess, honestly.
You lower the window and then your girlfriend holds it on your cheeks and leaves a delicate kiss, which allowed you to melt, relax in your presence.
"Did you miss me?" You said happily, when Jenna got in the car
"Not so much" she smiles, and then presses her lips against hers, in a quick kiss. In the midst of this moment, you can see the noise, or rather, meow of something coming from behind the driver's seat. Jenna soon gets scared and turns to look, with that you give a smile when you hear a long "Aww" coming from the central part of the car
"He's beautiful my love, what's his name?" Said Jenna, holding the puppy as the monkey held the lion puppy in the scene of the movie Lion King (obviously, within the limits to the roof of the car).
"I thought of Marley, you know, like Marley and Me" she laughed and you looked with a face that said "What? It's cute"
"Really?" Said Jenna wiping the tears dropped from her face for the exaggerated laugh "Isn't Marley a dog?"
" Yes.. But he looks like Marley."
"If you say" Jenna says as she puts the kitten on her lap, running her hand over the entire length of her fur
**
You park the car in the garage of your house and mention getting up, but Jenna prevents her, holding you by the wrist
"Look how beautiful he is sleeping y/n” she holds him carefully
"Not as beautiful as this kitten I have next to me" you try to kiss Jenna, but she puts the finger of her free hand on her lips "that was so bad Y/n, you will wake him up" she makes a gesture that you leave so that she gets up with the cat
"Did you trade me for the cat?" She smiles and nods, causing you to position her eyebrows indignantly, of course, mockery.
You finally get out of the car and Jenna also does it entering the house, while you pick up the cat's accessories in the back of the car
**
You enter the room and see Jenna putting the cat in our bed
"My bed.." you whine
"You sleep in the coach now" Jenna smiles mockingly and holds you by the waist, running her hands inside the American shirt you wore, caressing your back with the palm of her icy hand
You lean your head on your girlfriend's shoulder and shiver, causing her to release a moan that came out muffled
"Thank you very much" Jenna said and this made you raise your head to keep the visual contact with Jenna. "For what?" You asked, confused. "For everything, you accompanied me every day incessantly through this filming and I thought you couldn't stand me anymore" she laughs weakly
"You’re so cute" You hold Jenna's chin and and caressed it gently, as if it were made of porcelain, your heart missed the beats, making it fast, Jenna still had the power over you to leave you like this "I love you Jenna, that's the least I would do for you" you bring your face closer to hers by starting a kiss that involved longing and
"So.." she tries to say, but to timidly. "Hm?" You pronounce while moving the strands of hair that were on your girlfriend's face
Suddenly the TV that was in front of you is turned on instantly, even giving a scare, but soon it is blocked when you see that the control was activated by the cat that had already woken up
On TV it showed the Netflix Top 10 and in first place was Jenna's series with an image of Wednesday Addams on the cover. Jenna's character
"Was that a sign?" You look back at your girlfriend
"Maybe" she holds on not to laugh, but when she saw her face the laughter was undeniable
**
After the two already took a shower and dressed properly, they started watching Wednesday, the cat was already his respective bed, and after Jenna's request, he stayed in your room, you just couldn't deny this woman's request, everything was perfect to watch the series and so it happened.
In episode 6, you were so glazed watching that you didn't even notice that your girlfriend had slept and when you realized what had happened, you quickly fixed her in bed and put a kiss on the top of your head. You would even have continued watching the series, if it weren't for thousands of notifications, beeps and voice messages, you turned on your cell phone and opened your Twitter, which as expected, there were several people commenting about a photo of Jenna with her head inside the glass of the car, apparently taken by paparazzi, the moment that occurred earlier today. you turned off your cell And went to sleep thinking about how lucky she was to have Jenna in her life.
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English is not my original language, so I'm very sorry if there's something wrong
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STARGAZING
Warnings: fluff, a bit of smut, reader has leg & back tattoos, and reader calls donuts overrated LOL
Reader also has a pp 😱
Summary: You finally hang out with Jenna off duty.
Every weekday morning was the same. You'd wake up, go to the station, talk to some of your fellow officers, maybe even your captain, then stop at the same café. You'd order the same coffee and pastry, and sit down at the same table, with the same company.
Jenna was wonderful company too. Her eyes would light up whenever you walked through the door, uniform on and everything. It was your own little ritual, one that you looked forward to every day. You'd talk about your days, your hopes, and your ambitions.
It was a sense of comfort, one that you could always count on. You could tell that Jenna was always genuinely happy to see you. That smile that you grew to love over the past year would never leave her face when you were near.
You shared a special bond with Jenna that was unlike any other, regardless if you only hung out at the café. It was like home. You'd come in the morning, or afternoon for lunch, maybe even stop by before clocking out.
"Here's your breakfast bagel and coffee, just how you like it." You look away from the window, Jenna grins, placing down your food. "Thank you." You both exchange a look, and you can't help but smile at the girl in front of you.
Jenna sits down across from you, resting her hand on her hands as you take a bite of the bagel, savoring the taste and everything that it represents. "Aren't cops supposed to eat donuts? Not bagels?" You smirk and take a sip of coffee. "Donuts are overrated," you reply, then take another bite of the bagel.
Jenna laughs. "I guess you have a point," she says. "So, how's Chris?" You snort at the question. You had told Jenna about how another officer had to go on a two-week break due to the fact that Chris had broken his butt bone. Jenna laughs at you, her smile widening even more.
"He was in a lot of pain but he's doing better now." Jenna shakes her head, still laughing. "Have you ever seen anyone break their butt bone before?" You ask, still chuckling. Jenna shakes her head. "Nope, can't say I have."
You both laugh, still, in disbelief at the situation Chris had gotten himself into.
Chris had a good sense of humor about it, though, and it was relieving to have a good laugh about it. You both shared a moment of understanding, knowing that accidents happen and it could have been any of you.
You take a sip of your coffee, nearly moaning at the taste. "Your coffee completely beats the Starbucks I had yesterday." Jenna smiles but lets out a dramatic gasp, "You went to Starbucks and not here? I'm honestly hurt!" You laugh and take another sip, "Your coffee's better, I promise. I'll never make that mistake again."
"Good, you know I take good care of you." You smile, feeling the warmth of the coffee and the warmth of her words. "I know you do," you reply. She smiles back and the two of you sit in comfortable silence. After a few minutes, you finish up your bagel, crumbling the trash up.
"What do you do when you're not saving the city?" Jenna asks randomly. You pause for a moment, taken aback by her question. You take a sip of your coffee before responding, "I uh, just walk around...maybe hang out at home, why?"
Jenna shrugs. "Just curious. It seems like you're always in your uniform. It's nice to hear you take some time to relax." You smile, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Yeah...I guess I just like the feeling of doing something meaningful."
You then pause, thinking about how to word your next sentence. "It makes me feel like I'm doing something with my life."
Jenna nods in understanding. "I get it. Everyone needs a purpose to feel fulfilled." You take a deep breath. "I don't feel like I'm drifting anymore." Jenna smiles. "That's great. You've found something that makes you feel alive, and that's all that matters." You smile, subconsciously grabbing Jenna's hand that rests on the table.
"Maybe tomorrow we could hang out and relax together." Jenna nods, squeezing your hand. "I'd like that. Now I can finally see you outside of your uniform." You nod in agreement, the two of you still smiling.
You both laugh, and you feel your heart swell. Your shared laughter is infectious, and you can't help but feel a sense of joy and warmth spread through your chest.
You look into each other's eyes, your smiles still lingering on your faces. You feel an unspoken understanding between the two of you, a connection that you can't explain.
You clear your throat, letting go of the girl's hand and start gathering your stuff. "Well, I gotta go save the city now. I'll um...I'll pick you up tomorrow from work. What time do you get off?"
She smiles and says, "I get off at three. I'll be waiting for you." You nod at her words, sending a small smile. With one last glance, you turn and walk away, leaving her standing there, still smiling.
You were right on time, three o'clock on the dot, waiting for Jenna outside of the café. Jenna emerged from the café, a smile still lighting up her face. You got off your motorcycle, taking off your helmet. You waved to Jenna, who waved back. "No! I wanted to ride in the police cruiser!" Jenna teased you as she brought you into a hug.
You laughed and hugged her back. "Maybe next time," you said as you mounted your motorcycle. You pulled Jenna onto the back of your bike and handed her your helmet. She gave you a tight squeeze, then put the helmet on.
You felt her arms wrap around your waist as you started the engine and drove off the wind buffeted you as you travelled, and you felt Jenna's embrace tighten with each passing mile.
You pulled up to your destination, and Jenna hopped off the back of the bike. "Where are we?" She questioned, looking around at the greeny area.
You smiled at her and said, "This is my secret spot. I wanted to share it with you." Jenna's face lit up with joy as she looked around, taking in the beauty of the place. You held out your hand, and she took it before looking up at you with a smile. "C'mon, I set up a picnic."
You led Jenna down the path, and soon you arrived at the clearing with the picnic set up. Jenna was amazed, and you smiled as you watched her in admiration. "This is insane." Jenna turned to you with a look of awe. "How did you do this?" she asked.
You simply smiled and replied, "It's my pleasure. A return for your wonderful company and coffee this past year."
Jenna smiled and hugged you tightly. You enjoyed the moment, feeling content and grateful for the friendship you had built. When she pulled away you gestured her to sit, joining her shortly after and reaching inside the basket.
You pulled out a container of fruit, sandwiches, and a bottle of sparkling cider. She laughed, delighted by the surprise. "I am... astonished... honestly."
You laugh before raising your glass. "To Jenna's amazing coffee and bagels!" She smiled and raised her glass to yours, clinking them together. "To my coffee and bagels," she said, and you both took a sip.
You both shared a laugh and put your glasses down. Jenna looked at you and said, "I didn't know you had tattoos." You chuckled glancing at your legs, "Yeah, I usually have to cover them for work. I also have one on my back."
Jenna smiled and said, "Really? Can I see?" You nod in response. Jenna quickly gets up, kneeling behind you. She gently moved your shirt and her eyes widened. "That's a really awesome design."
You smile and reply, "Thanks." Her hands begin tracing the tattoo and you can't help but shiver from her touch. You turn your head slightly, meeting Jenna's face as she places her hands on your shoulder, her face only inches away from yours.
"It looks so good on you." You blush and thank her again. She gets up, moving back to her original spot. She smiles. "I'm really glad you decided to get it. It suits you."
You nod in agreement, feeling a warmth inside that you hadn't felt in a long time. "Could you pass me a grape?" Jenna reaches into the fruit container, a grab in her hand. "Catch it."
You open your mouth, trying to fight back a smile. "You think I won't catch it? I was pro at this in high school."
The grape flew in the air, and you caught it, your reflexes still sharp. You grinned in satisfaction, and Jenna clapped her hands in surprise. "That was impressive!" she exclaimed.
"Here you try." Jenna hands you the container before preparing herself to catch the grape. You took a grape from the container and threw it up in the air. Jenna's reflexes were still a bit rusty, but she managed to catch it with her hands.
"Cheater! You gotta catch it with your mouth." You quickly grabbed another grape, throwing it at Jenna, unfortunately, it fell short. Jenna tried her best to catch it, but it was too late. "Damnit!" She laughs, her hands resting on your thighs.
She pouted playfully. "I feel like a loser." You shake your head, keeping your eyes on her as you reach into the container for a strawberry.
"Here's a reward for trying." You hold out the strawberry to hand it to her, but instead, she bites it from your hand, her eyes on you the entire time.
She lets out a small moan at the sweet taste of the berry, dramatically rolling her eyes. "So good." Her own hands reach into the container, picking out a strawberry. "Try one."
You couldn't even protest before she holds the strawberry to your lips, her left hand still resting on your thigh. You take a bite, the juice of the strawberry running down the corner of your mouth.
She gently wipes it away with her thumb, her eyes never leaving yours. You can't help but blush at her closeness. "Mmm..." You hum, nodding your head, approving of the taste. She smiles at your reaction, her hand still lingering on your thigh.
Her eyes leave yours, moving to your thigh. "Did this one hurt?" She asks, her finger tracing over the tattoo on your upper thigh. You take a deep breath, feeling her gentle touch. "A bit," you reply, your voice barely audible. She nods, giving you a reassuring smile.
She pauses for a moment, her eyes locked on yours. "Jenna..." you whisper out, swallowing the lump in your throat. She nods, telling you to go on. "Can I kiss you?" Again, she nods, causing you to smile. You lift your hand to caress her cheek before closing the distance and pressing your lips to hers.
You feel her arms wrap around your neck, her breathing becoming more shallow. She parted her lips slightly, deepening the kiss. You felt like you could stay there forever, lost in the moment. You eventually pull away, both of you breathless. You smile at her, and she smiles back, her cheeks blushing.
You both laugh nervously, and she leans her forehead against yours. You stare into each other's eyes for a few moments, feeling a connection that was unexpected yet undeniable. You stay like that for a while, just enjoying the moment and savoring the feeling.
"Fuck the police?" She mumbles, biting down on her lip. You can't help but chuckle. "Fuck the police."
And fuck the police was she doing. "Shit, Jenna..." You whine out, grabbing her hips. She grins, pushing you back onto the bed. "You know you love it," She says, her lips curving into a smirk.
She moves her hips, and you gasp, lost in the moment. You grip her hips and pull her closer, letting out a moan as she continues her movements. "Fuck me."
"I am, baby." She laughs before letting out a loud moan. "You're so big, fuck." Her hand moves from your core to your thigh, and her movements become faster and more intense, pushing you closer to the edge.
She's clearly enjoying the experience, her movements are becoming more passionate as your pleasure intensifies. You can feel her desire to bring you to the peak of pleasure and you give in to it, letting her take you there.
"I'm cumming!" She yells out, her grip on your thigh tightening. Her back arches as she rides you, her muscles tense as her orgasm takes over her body. You can feel her body shudder against yours as she comes down from her high and collapses against your chest. You wrap your arms around her, before flipping her over on her back.
You start to move inside of her again, your movements slow and gentle. She moans softly, her eyes half open, her breathing heavy. You kiss her gently, your lips lingering at the moment as you both enjoy the sensations of being together. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you closer, her fingers tracing circles on your back, over your tattoo.
She looks up at you, her eyes full of love and desire, and you know she'll remember this moment forever. You kiss her again, this time more passionately and with more urgency. You both know there's no need to rush; the night is still young and you both have all the time in the world.
You begin trailing kissing down her neck as your hips move slowly against hers, her breathing becoming heavier as her hands grip your shoulders. You whisper in her ear softly, "You feel so good, Jen."
She moans in response, her fingers running through your hair as you press your lips against her collarbone. You feel her body quiver beneath you as your hands travel down her curves. Finally, you meet her gaze, and she smiles.
"Faster, Y/N..." she whines, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. You comply, increasing your movements, and soon she's clinging onto you, her breath coming out in short gasps. "Yes, fuck." You can feel her body quivering beneath you, her grip on your shoulders tightening with each thrust. She screams out your name, her head thrown back in pleasure as you hit the right spot.
"Right there, shit. I'm about to cum again." You continue to move inside her, your body responding to her every whim. You lean down, your lips seeking hers as you both reach the peak of pleasure together.
She cries out your name, her voice low and husky as she comes down again, her eyes closed and a satisfied smile playing on her lips. You collapse onto her, both of you panting and sweaty as you bask in the afterglow.
You stay like that for a few moments before you reluctantly pull away, looking into her eyes with love and admiration. You give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, a silent promise of more to come before you both drift off into a peaceful sleep.
It was now morning time and you leaned against Jenna's kitchen counter, sipping on a mug of coffee she made for you as she took in your features.
She smiled lovingly at you before speaking up. "I could get used to this. You just walk around my place in your underwear, showing off your body and tattoos."
You chuckled, feeling a warmth inside your chest that made you feel like you were home. You grabbed her hand and pulled her close, pressing your lips against hers. "Me too." You placed another kiss on her lips before pulling away.
"Hungry?" She smiled and nodded. You stood up and began walking to the fridge, but Jenna stopped you. "No, baby. I'm hungry for you." Your eyebrows raise in surprise, "Oh."
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You and Jenna were relaxing on the couch when suddenly you turned and tapped her on the nose.
Y/n: Boop!
She looked at you confused and asked,
Jenna: What was that?
You tapped her nose again...
Y/n: Boop!
She started to laugh and asked again,
Jenna: What are you doing?
Y/n: Boop!
She rolled her eyes and tapped your nose back.
Later:
Emma walks into the room to see Y/n and Jenna tapping the others' nose repeatedly. She laughed and walked closer.
Emma: What are you guys doing?
The two stopped, looked at eachother and nodded.
Y/n and Jenna: Boop!
They both tapped her nose at the same time.
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Ships
Enid: You guys saved everyone! Wednesday everyone loves you! You’re trending! #Healday!
Wedneaday: trending?
Enid Shows Wednesday fan Art of her and (Y/n) together, kissing on a bed of black roses, on her phone. She stares at it, Until (Y/n) Strolls over.
(Y/n): What Are We looking at?—
Wedneaday: I hate you, this is all your fault.
Wednesday walks away, hiding her growing smile.
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Car
Y/N: So, Emma, when’d you get your driver’s license?
Emma: My what?
Jenna, in the backseat: I need to get out of this car-
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Hate Means Love Ch.4
Jenna Ortega x Male Character.
Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).
Warnings: Cussing, angst, fighting, crying and that's about it, buckle in for this chapter folks!
Jenna's POV.
It's been 2 weeks since the first time Andre and I had sex, and we have been doing it every day, but the past week has been tricky since Devin and Trina are home from the little week get away and we haven't told them anything. Apart of me wishes I could get more from Andre then just constantly having sex. Don't get me wrong, it's amazing sex but to say I don't have feelings for this boy would be a lie, because I do. I've noticed he never kisses me when we are having sex, I've tried a few times, but he just moves his face from mine. My gut tells me he isn't looking for a relationship with me and just wants to have a friend with benefits situation, but a part of me wants more than that.
"Jenna, Girl get ready, the parties in an hour." Trina says tossing me my hair clip she borrowed. "Fuck." I mumble to myself and hurrying to my room to get ready because I completely forgot. I'm in my room in a bra and underwear digging in my closet trying to find something decent to wear when I hear my door shut and a pair of arms wrap around me from behind.
"Andre, not right now I'm not in the mood to be honest." I say turning around to look at him.
"What's wrong? did I do something?" He asks sitting on the edge of my bed.
I stood there for a moment, my mind racing a million miles a second, trying to think about what I should say, but instead my brain spits the words out for me.
"Why don't you kiss me?" I blurted out staring into his eyes that are giving out a shocked look.
He sat there looking at me for a moment before replying.
"Oh, I'm just not the kissing type of guy, its nothing against you Jen." He says with a faint smile, trying to reassure me.
I give him a smile, feeling a bit better about what he said, some people just aren't the kissing type of people, and I can understand that.
*Time skip*
Where at the party and it's been a blast so far, me and Trina have been taking shots back-to-back and goofing around playing beer pong, knowing damn well we are terrible. I toss the ball and miss, and Trina laughs out loud because we haven't made a single ball yet, As I'm laughing, I turn around and catch Andre over by the staircase kissing a girl I've never seen before. Instant anger and sadness fill me inside as tell Trina I'll be right back and make my way over to him. Without thinking, I tell the girl excuse me and step Infront of her. I shove Andre harshly and poke his chest. "Kissing's not really your fucking thing huh? You fucking asshole!" I yell as I continue shoving him up the stairs.
"Jenna, chill out, stop." He says grabbing my wrist and holding them so I can't push him anymore.
"Chill out? are you fucking serious, let the fuck go of me." I yank my wrist from his grip.
"You're not my girlfriend, you have no right to act like this, calm the fuck down, people are looking at us Jenna."
"Your right, I'm just your whore that you can come and fuck whenever you want, right? right, you piece of shit? don't ever fucking touch me or talk to me ever again!"
"You're not my whore, you're just someone I like having sex with, where adults, this is what adults do!" He yells back at me.
"Are you fucking serious? FUCK YOU!" I yell giving him one last good shove that knocks him against the stairs.
I walk out of the house hearing Andre calling my name from behind me, but I ignore it as I keep walking forward wanting to get home and lay in my bed. I hear a car pulling up next to me and hear Trina yelling my name telling me to get in the car which I do.
"How is Devin going to get home?" I ask shutting the car door, putting my seatbelt on.
"He's going to a girls house tonight, now are you going to tell me what the fuck I've missed the last 2 weeks with you and Andre?" She asks looking at me.
I try to hold my tears in, but it's no use. I start crying frantically because I'm so hurt from Andre.
"Andre and I have been hooking up, like every day the past 2 weeks, and It's gotten to the point where I have feelings for his stupid ass, so I asked him why he never kisses me and he Tell's me he just not a kissing person, which I get that, but then I catch him kissing some fucking girl and I just lost it." I say sobbing with tears streaming down my face.
"Okay that's a lot to unpack, you and Andre hooking up?! that is fucking wild." She says blowing everything else off
I give her a serious look with my sad eyes letting her know now is not the time.
"Fuck, sorry I had to get that off my chest."
Andre's POV.
"I didn't think she would get so upset dude, I thought we were just friends with benefits." I say to Devin as we are walking down the sidewalk about 20 minutes from home.
"Well now look at us, walking home and I was supposed to be going home with a girl, you're lucky your my friend." Devin jokes nudging my shoulder.
I let out a huge sigh and shove my hands in my pockets away from the cold night air. I can't help but feel bad inside for Jenna, but at the same time, we had no labels on us. I don't think I even want labels on us, I was just enjoying the sex with her, I didn't think she would get so attached.
"Bro, I'm walking with you for a reason, spit it out." Devin says snapping me out of my thoughts.
"I'm not going to be able to sleep with her anymore, I don't want her liking me more than what she already does, I feel bad for her, I feel like an asshole." I say exhaling looking over at him.
"Can I be honest with you bro?" Devin says stopping in his tracks and looking at me. I give him a nod telling him to say what he needs to say.
"Friends with benefits never stays friends with benefits bro, no one is out here having sex with the same person for 2 weeks without it turning into more, I mean unless your immune to feelings, but even I know you're not like that, you don't have any feelings for her? I mean the slightest bit?" He asks in a serious tone.
I didn't know how to answer the question, so the rest of the walk was silent, as Jenna was eating me up inside, but I really feel like she overreacted way too much. She's not my girlfriend, and I'm not her boyfriend, we were just friends fucking, and that's it. Maybe I do have feelings for her, feeling so bad for her, and constantly thinking about her.
Another 10 minutes go by, and we finally make it home and the house is quiet. I look over at Trina who is sitting out the couch and she mouths "asshole" too me and I roll my eyes at her and make my way to Jenna's door. I stand in front of it for a few to think about what I need to say before opening the door. I slowly open the door to a dark room with just enough moonlight coming in to see Jenna curled up in the bed and sniffling coming from her. I shut the door behind me and walk over to her but before I can reach the bed Jenna says.
"Get out, I told you I never want to talk to you again Andre." her voice is raspy and low from all the crying she's been doing, and it makes me feel worse.
"Jenna please, I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt this way, I really am sorry." She lays there not responding to what I said so I sit on the edge of her bed and look at her with a guilty look on my face.
"Please Jenna, at least talk to me, please." I place my hand on her leg, and she pushes my hand off her and uncovers her face from under her blanket, showing her stained face from her mascara and puffy eyes from endless crying.
"How Andre, how can you possibly fuck me for two weeks straight and not have any connection towards me, I mean you were legit spending most of your day, every day inside me, I mean fuck Andre." She says with even more tears streaming down her face.
"I don't know, honestly, I don't know how I can even answer that question, you're a beautiful girl, and I mean gorgeous. Attractive with everything you do and how you look, how you talk and when you laugh. But I'm not good for you, really. I grew up with a really rough life, I wasn't loved as a child, and now that I'm an adult, I don't know how to love others. I bounced around foster homes until I was 18, and at that point I was too old to be in foster care, I left and go into college and with the help of the state, I have no family Jenna, I don't know any better." I spill it all out to Jenna, tell her everything about me, something I never told anyone before, besides Devin because we have been best friends for years, but never a girl, never.
Jenna sits up with a different expression on her face, different from her one before, the one I caused in the first place.
"Andre, I'm sorry, I had no idea." She says placing her hand on top of mine.
"No, don't apologize, I'm the one in the wrong here, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm no good for you Jenna, you deserve someone who will love you the way you deserve, and that can't be me. I want nothing but what is the best for you, you deserve it. Goodnight Jenna." I give her hand a light squeeze before exiting her room and making my way into my room.
A/N: I'm sorry I'm ending it like this!! I have big plans for the story, New chapter coming very soon, so stay tuned, I love you all and thank you for all the support on this story, it means the world to me!!! :)
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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐱 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬
“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦
𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯
𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴
𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, "𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴"“
Inspo: Cigarettes After Sex - Falling In Love
Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Male!reader x Emma Myers
Summary: Even if you lost everything, you won when you got to call them yours...
Warnings: Fluff with faint angst, but mainly fluff
Words: 2337
“Why am I nervous? Why am I sweating so much?” Jenna couldn’t take her eyes off you, unable to deviate from the faint tremble in your figure. Hands held out in front of you, clenching and unclenching in an attempt to steady yourself. Emma stood by with her hands clasped together, staring at your worriedly.
The two had to follow you out of the auditorium, only knowing that you needed a breather. Understandably, you were nominated just like Jenna, but this was also your first Golden Globes and national event. You just wanted to be on your motorcycle and ride on the outskirts of Cali until the sun was setting. At least then you felt stable enough to breathe.
“Should we get help?” Emma inquired softly, stepping towards you. Glancing at her leg, you shook your head and wrapped an arm around it. Pulling the cigarette from your lips and sighed, a cloud blossoming in the air. She crouched by your side, arms loosely wrapped around your neck where she pressed a kiss to your temple.
Jenna sat behind you on the steps. The cool breeze hit the bare parts that her dress didn’t cover. Not given the same luxury as the leather jacket that was on Emma, which was given by you. Yet, it’s like she understood why and didn’t fight about it because if you and her were being honest, Emma was the baby out of the three of you. In the sense that the two of you coddled her and gave her everything she wanted. So, Jenna didn’t have any problem leaning into your back, arms wrapped around your torso with a gentle sigh falling from her lips.
“Do you want me to go up for you?” Jenna asked quietly in your ear. “Tell them that you couldn’t because you felt sick?”
Their comfort and love were irreplaceable. And it was crazy for you to think of a time before you met the two and just watched their own movies and TV shows. Now, having them in your life, able to call them yours was realistically complicated, but never once did you doubt it could work. Because you believed they were meant for you and they were meant for each other. A true love story as it can possibly get.
Lowering a hand to grasp Jenna’s, you shook your head. “I just need to get my bearings and I’ll be fine,” you reassured. “You should head inside. I’ll be inside in a few.” Glancing up at Emma, you sniffled. “Go with her.”
The two girl’s sat there for a moment, contemplation in their mind with their eyes solely focused on you. “You know we love you, right?” Emma inquired gently, nails gently baring to graze your skin. Relaxing you further than the cigarette had been capable of doing. “Like, really, really love you?” She cooed, pressing her face into your cheek with a giggle.
A twitch of a smile appeared on your lips, humming in acknowledgement as the girl grinned, kissing the corner of your mouth. That’s when you felt teeth nip at the shell of your ear. “And you know we’ll be by your side through anything?” Jenna whispered, voice husky and deep to the point that you could feel the faint heartbeat of arousal pool in the pit of your gut.
“If your goal is to get me in “the mood”, you are getting your wish,” you grumbled, hearing Jenna giggle, pressing a kiss to your pulse point.
“We just love you, Y/n,” she stated. “We want you to feel relaxed when we go back in. If you can’t do it, we aren’t leaving your side.”
Her words were like waves of love. Ever so often, the wave would reach up onto the shore of your mind and heart. Leaving trails of her love before coming back and continuing the cycle. Yet her words and Emma’s loving touches made you think of a place far away from here. A place where the three of you could be alone and happy. Able to show one another your guys’ love without the prying eyes of media and personalities seeking to justify or weigh their opinion on your guys’ relationship. Because it was unique, but that’s what you loved the most about it. The uniqueness that no one else decided to explore because of the fear of judgment. You could care less because these two women were a part of you; heart and soul.
You hadn’t ever deserved either of them in your life. And it’d been a complete whim that Guy Ritchie hired them for the part they played in the show with you. But there wasn’t anything you would change if it meant you got to call them yours, and you theirs.
“I love you both,” you muttered, running your hands along your legs. “Let’s get this over and done with.” Both standing with you, all three of you made your way to the auditorium. Jenna parted both yours and Emma’s sides, giving the both of you a kiss on the cheek before disappearing backstage.
But before the two of you could get far, Emma grabbed your forearm. Halting your movements as she reached up and fiddled with your jacket. “You look like a mess,” she mumbled, tightening your tie. “Once this is over, we’ll head home and we can all just relax and-”
“Do you guys want to get a house?” The question had been out of the blue and provoking to Emma’s developing plan. Snapping her gaze up at you quizzically as you sighed. “I’ve been thinking for a bit and I want to get a house in Iceland, you know? Maybe one by the ocean. Maybe one in the forest or in the mountains.” Meeting her gaze, you found shock swimming in the pretty light brown haired girl’s baby-blue eyes. Overwhelmed and drowned in multiple thoughts that you had placed on her without warning or consideration. “But if you guys don’t want to, I understand. I just thought that it could be a place for us and it could be under my name, so it’s my responsibility-”
Before you could finish, Emma’s hands grabbed your face and yanked you down into a kiss. The action nearly knocked all the wind out of you as you reached down, cupping her jaw and pressing further into her. And although the kiss was short and bittersweet by its length, it gave you a shot of adrenaline.
Emma pulled away about an inch, she smiled. “I’m sure Jenna would love that idea as much as I do.” Hearing that made your lips widen as you pressed a kiss to the girl’s forehead.
You didn’t deserve her.
After moving through the crowd and tables of elites in your field of work, you found your table. Jon greeted you with a drink and Guy Ritchie gave you a smile. Emma held your hand under the table as the screens lit up with the nominees for the best lead actor/actress in a Drama/Action series. Your name popped up and it made you become levelled with Earth and aware that there was a huge chance you didn’t win. And not much could be said about it from you because, in the end, you won either way.
Jenna came out on stage with a smile on her face and that beautiful dress of hers. Holding the pamphlet that either held your prestige in this business or someone else. “Tonight, I am very honoured to be announcing a Golden Globe for all the wonderful nominees and for an actor that will permanently leave me traumatized until my old age,” she quipped, giggling when the crowd chuckled as she sighed. “But that’s Y/n’s fault–Love you, sweetheart!’
You laughed, raising a hand in acknowledgement as the girl smiled brightly at you. “The Golden Globe for best lead actor in Drama/Action goes to…” There was a drumroll that filled your ears. An imaginative one created by the sound of your heart that echoed through your body. But when Jenna opened the pamphlet, a gasp fell from her lips, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked up and spoke into the mic. “Y/n Y/L/N!”
The crowd of your idols and mentors clapped, bringing you to reality as you stared at Jenna, who had announced your win. A large smile on her lips as you looked at Emma. Her face was bright as ever as she leaned over and gave you a hug, kissing you on the cheek. Jon Bernthal patted your shoulder as you stood up and gave Emma a proper hug. Kissing her on the forehead before taking her hand and guiding her up onto the stage.
Once on stage, you took the trophy and hugged Jenna tightly. “I love you, so much.” Jenna leaned back, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before parting. Both girls were standing to the side a foot or two away as you stared off into the crowd with parted lips.
“Um…” You were lost for words, looking down at the trophy, you laughed. “Just like Jeremy Allen White said, “shit”.” The crowd laughed as you inhaled deeply. “I'm going to be honest, I didn’t write anything because I didn’t think I would win, so I’m just going to go off the cuff for this. So, bare with me.”
Shifting your weight from leg to leg, you stuffed your hand in your pocket and sighed. “In the making of this movie, I went through hell and back, you know?” Your nose twitched, lips wobbling faintly. “Jon and I talked a lot before we even started filming and he helped me get into the persona and the mindset of “Cooper”. And it was a lot of looking inside myself, pulling my past feelings of pain, sorrow, anger, rage, and bringing it to the surface in scenes.” Wiping your nose with the back of your hand, you laughed as you glanced up at the crowd. “How Emma was still able to talk to me after the movie was finished is beyond me, but I love that girl every day that goes by.”
But slowly, that smile faded with a sorrowful look appearing. Pain in your chest made your grip the award tighter as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “But a lot of that was real, you know?” You said. “The movie was violent and an insight into the ways of trauma that are very real and I wanted to make sure I showed that to my best capability. Jenna and Emma can attest that most of the scenes they were in with me were some of the most disturbing scenes because Cooper was broken. I was living in the shoes of someone who’d lost the love of his life, his family, and everything he knew to be real right in front of him.”
The day you shared the set with those two had been nerve-racking. Primarily because the scene involved you covered in fake blood, and a prop gun, and you were shirtless choking Jenna out. Now, Jenna told you it was the hottest scene she did with you, but you would have to disagree. Because of that rage Cooper was meant to feel in the scene, the sadness, you felt like you were him. That you were Cooper and you were a traumatized young adult looking for the people that took everything away from you.
“And a lot of you know that I lost a lot of people in the time with me filming this show,” you pointed out. “So, trying to find the line between reality and fantasy, Cooper and me, it was a tough juggling process that I wouldn’t have done without everyone that worked on the project. So, thank you. This movie was something I never thought would receive the attention it did. So, Jon Bernthal, thank you, brother!’ The man in question raised a drink, smiling ear to ear. Making you chuckle as you pointed at him. “Thank you for taking me under your wing and being alone with me in the making of this film. Guy Ritchie, thank you for choosing me when you could’ve had anyone else play the role. I am forever in your debt, my friend.”
Then you turned to the two girl’s beside you, smiling widely with tears in your eyes at the sight of them. “And my co-stars, Emma and Jenna, my two beautiful angels, thank you for being by my side through it all and bringing a smile to my face when I was down in the dumps,” you wept. “I don’t think I would still be here if it wasn’t for your constant love and bombarding momentum of affection that I seek every single day.” Taking a moment to breathe, you sighed and shook your head as your unwavering gaze stayed put. “Even if I didn’t win this, I knew I won when I got to have both of you in my life. I love both of you. Thank all of you!”
Raising the trophy, you turned to the two girls and hugged them. Walking off stage, sharing a few hugs with Guy and Jon before wishing them a good night. You, Jenna, and Emma leaving and heading to the apartment in hopes of a quick wind down. Because although you could drink the night away, you wanted to spend it with those two more than anything else in the world. No amount of money could get you to talk to the press they would likely ask about your relationship with the two girls. They saw what they saw and they can take that and run with it.
“Did you really mean that?” Jenna asked, laying against your shoulder with Emma passed out on your other side. Lifting her head to look up at your exhausted features. You smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips.
“You and Emma are all I need.”
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