#ch: ortega

[lockerandom]

In Beetlejuice 2, I hope the Maitlands get to be in the movie. I know the actors have aged and ghosts don't age, but I'd be fine if they took on the form of their "scary" selves.

A big part of the story was the two becoming a second set of parents to Lydia. They wanted children but it was heavily implied that they were infertile

In the end it seemed like they were the ones doing the hands on parenting. They were the ones that greeted her when she arrived home from school and Adam was the one that helped her study for her math test and was the one who was expecting good grades.

Lydia also agreed to marry Beetlejuice to save them and as soon as they could they were doing every thing they could to save her.

So I hope that they can find a way to work them into the sequel as Jenna Ortega's character's doting ghost grand parents. Maybe Jenna's character can't see them but she can talk to them? We can see them briefly from Lydia maybe at the end of the movie.

On another note, I hope Lydia gets to be a goth mom. I'd also like it if Jenna's character was the complete opposite and was preppy and embarrassed by her mom. That will save Ortega from being typecast and she can show off other aspects of her acting. But its also cool if she's also a goth. (And we can get a joke where she and her mother are referred to as Morticia and Wednesday Addams).

#Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice 2 #Lydia Deetz #Winona Ryder #Jenna Ortega #Barbara Maitland #Adam Maitland #You know thinking about it #I think Lydia's father and step mom were below average parents #not completely horrible but not good #however I think them being amicable towards the Maitlands and letting them be a second set of parents to Lydia #elevates them into good parents? #They didn't get mad and jealous #they gave Lydia what she needed #and knew they were lacking in what she needed #Beetlejuice is very fun #with it over the top ch aracters #and awesome visuals #but it is also a very sweet story #essentially about a couple that was unable to have kids but were able to still be parents to one #its also a very nice found family story

[coredrill]

SPOCK PULLING A MICHAEL AND COMMANDEERING A SHIP TO PLAY CHICKEN WITH THE KLINGONS. good. also “the loss of those you love” when both spock and michael managed to outlive each other what was that about huh

#siblings…………………..OTL #big fan of la’an and ortegas and and new engineer too :) #f: star trek #trek: shows #trek: snw #ch: michael burnham #ch: spock #t.txt #snw spoilers

[ohlawsons]

ever bittersweet, ch. 01 | dani/herald/ortega, 2495 words post-retribution recovery, ft. the trio trying to figure out if/how things can work

“So.”

The word is sharp, quick, a damning punctuation to its own statement. There’s no follow up from Julia, not right away — just a harrowing silence filled only by the quick, methodical strikes of a knife against a cutting board. Daniel, for his part, has done an admirable job of lounging on the sofa, flipping through channels on the tv, acting like this isn’t potentially the most awkward position he’s been in since… well, in a while — Dani’s still asleep in his bedroom, and Julia’s taken over the kitchen, and Daniel’s just trying not to suffocate under the weight of her care and concern for Dani.

Not that he minds. Quite the opposite, in fact, but it leaves him feeling a bit useless in his own home.

Still, he’d learned very quickly not to argue when Julia had shown up with an armful of groceries and declared she was cooking dinner for Dani. This is the third time this week alone, and he’s beginning to gather that sharing a meal like this means something more to Julia — or, at least, it does when it comes to Dani. She keeps telling him that they used to do this all the time, dinner at Ortega’s place, and she mentions Anathema a few times and Sentinel once, but the stories all revolve around Dani, all tinged with a warmth and familiarity and history that he knows he can’t match.

(She keeps saying it was easier to cook for them, before, but there’s an aftertaste of it was easier to love them, before, and Daniel pretends not to notice.)

“Sorry, did you say something, Julia?” He drags his focus from the screen, glancing back over one shoulder to where she’s still chopping vegetables in the kitchen; the question is meant as a mercy, a kindness, because he can tell there’s something heavy and uncomfortable meant to follow that one little ‘so,’ and this way she has an out if she decides she’s not ready to broach the topic.

“Yeah.” A pause as she scoops the diced onion into a pan, frowning down as it begins to sizzle. “Would you mind grabbing me a beer? I’ll restock you next time I drop by, promise.” She meets his eyes for what might be the first time all evening, flashing him an easy, charming grin before turning to wash her hands.

He’s happy to comply, and clicks the tv off before standing; it’s the least he can do, given that Julia won’t let him help out in his own kitchen — she doesn’t say it outright, but he can sense that it’s supposed to be Dani’s job, always has been — and it gives him a chance, too, to expend some of his anxious, nervous energy that’s been building, because even though Julia had chosen not to address whatever it is that’s hanging over her, Daniel doesn’t think that he’s quite safe from the topic. He hands one bottle over to Julia and takes a second for himself, taking a seat on one of the barstools.

He should’ve left the tv on; the only sound in the apartment is the sizzling of the pan and the audible beat of his own racing heart.

“So.”

And there’s that word again. Too quick. Too final. Too loud to pretend he hadn’t heard. “So…?”

Rather than answer, she takes a long, slow swig of her drink — steeling herself, maybe, and Daniel wishes he could tell what for — and sets it down a little too hard. Frowns. Stirs the onions. As the silence begins to drag on just long enough that it seems she might not actually say whatever she’s building up to, Julia plants both hands on the edge of the countertop and stares down at Daniel, curious and not unkind. Maybe a little sad. “So. You and Dani, that’s gotten pretty… serious?”

Ah.

This is a topic he’d known was bound to come up, eventually, given the history between Julia and Dani — the old history, from before, of rumors and stories pieced together from Julia and photos in the papers of Charge sweeping Sidestep off their feet as the dust settled after a battle, and the history that’s new and raw and a little bit broken, all sharp barbs and repeated arguments and shattered glances.

(The breakroom at HQ has seen Daniel walk in on one too many long lingering kisses between the two, and even with every hasty, flushed retreat, he can’t help but gather, slowly, that Julia holds them like she may never again get the chance, and Dani pulls away like her lips taste of regret. He ignores the way the kiss always lingers in his own mind, just a bit, but he can’t ignore the way it makes him a little sad for them both — the bonds between two people shouldn’t be laced with as much pain as they are love.)

But — serious? Between him and Dani? He doesn’t quite avoid Julia’s gaze as he considers all the things Dani’s shared with him, trusted with him, and considers, too, the careful, fragile way they’ve taken things one day at a time.

“I don’t know if that’s the right word,” he admits, honest, fingers tapping along the glass of his beer. Julia’s gone back to tending to the food, so he’s at least spared the weight of her gaze on him. “You know about… them, now—“ and he can’t bring himself to say Re-Gene, not now, not with the way Julia claims she’s okay with it even though hesitance and confusion still bleed so freely into her expression around Dani, “—and how it makes things a little complicated, with everything they’ve been through.”

To his surprise, the words are met with a short, sharp laugh, and Julia looks up from the food just long enough to flash him a wry, fond smile. “You too, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Complicated.” She draws the word out, making exaggerated air quotes as she does. “Dani’s favorite word. It was complicated ten years ago, complicated last year…” She trails off, glancing towards the bedroom as she breathes out a few words in Spanish. “Sure is fucking complicated now.

“I’m sorry.” He doesn’t know what to say, and the apology is so reflexive, thoughtless; Julia’s words are soft and tired, not angry, but Daniel can’t tell if the “complication” in question refers to himself, or Dani’s past, or their injuries. He knows Julia’s smart, knows she’s long since put two and two together — he’d told her, outright, about the dinner date, and she’d been quick to pick up on the fact that he already knew about their tattoos, and that they’d had a spare change of clothes stashed away in his apartment — but they’ve both been so focused on taking care of Dani that he hasn’t been able to even guess at how Julia feels about it all.

He knows how he feels about it; in Dani’s place, he wouldn’t have hesitated to choose Julia over himself — and not in that quiet rage of self-deprecation that he sees so often in Dani, but out of an honest appreciation for Julia.

Julia, the woman currently standing in his kitchen, in a crisp white tank top that shows off her toned arms and wide shoulders. The woman giving him an amused, thoughtful look, lips pressed into a familiar grin, drawing out faint laugh lines as the smile grows.

(Had they been serious when they’d said they cared for both him and Ortega? When they’d said Ortega’s never been the jealous sort? When they’d said this was an option…?)

Daniel clears his throat. He knows he’s gone pink right up to the tips of his ears, and he also knows that Julia’s noticed.

“For what it’s worth,” she says, still looking far too pleased with herself, “I’m happy for you. Both of you.” The words are a little too soft, a little too warm, like she’s holding back regret and frustration and bitterness. “I’m just glad they’re alive,” she adds after a moment, and her voice is so genuine that something deep within Daniel aches; he can’t imagine losing Dani, not now, but to get them back from the dead after seven years and lose them to someone else’s arms? That’s—

That’s not a conversation he’s going to have without Dani.

“I think—“ and he’s not flustered, not expending a considerable amount of focus on keeping his ass on the barstool so he doesn’t hover, “—that we should talk. All three of us.”

Julia’s staring at him again, eyes narrowing in his direction even as the pan sizzles and pops on the stove in front of her. She’s clearly thinking, working through his words before she comes to some conclusion and gives him a slow nod. “Okay. After dinner,” she says, brandishing a spoon towards Daniel. “I’m not letting Dani weasel out of another meal. They need to eat.”

He smiles up at Julia, warm and bright and open — the kind of earnest expression that would merit an eye roll and a fond half-grin from Dani — because, complicated feelings aside, she still cares for Dani in a way that’s impossible to miss. Maybe she has the unfortunate habit of treating them like one of her crusades, sometimes, but in this, she’s always been easy to read — she loves them. That alone isn’t enough to fix things, to fix them, he knows that. But it’s still a good place to start.

“Thank you, Julia.”

“You’re welcome.” One eyebrow quirks upward, and she gives him an odd, curious look. “I know you’re doing your best, here, but I also know how Dani is. This—“ a pause as she gestures to the food, “—is for you as much as it is them.”

…oh.

“I… Thank you.” He fidgets, fingers tapping along his still-untouched drink. “I meant… they’re lucky to have you. To have had you for all that time.”

The smile she gives him is as warm and fond as anything he’s ever seen from Julia. “They’ll always have me. Even if…” She looks away, not quite frowning. The stove clicks off, and Daniel thinks the conversation is over until she turns the full force of her attention on him again. “What do you want here, Daniel? With—“ She gives a vague wave of her hand between the two of them.

That’s easy. “I want Dani to be happy.”

“Not what I asked.” She shakes her head, eyes turning hard like she’s trying to drive home some point. “Forget Dani, for a minute. What do you want?”

He frowns; his wants are secondary, here, but he knows that isn’t the answer Julia’s looking for. “What they said, about—“ he does the same as Julia had, making a brief gesture between himself and her, and he isn’t sure whose embarrassment it is that he’s sparing by not actually saying it aloud. “It’s… I’m not against it.”

That’s out in the open, now.

Julia’s quiet just long enough for the silence to grow awkward. “Me neither.” She looks up, and the smile she gives Daniel is more genuine, carries more weight than he’s used to. “Dani, they’re… they’ve never been what I’d call cheerful, but they never used to be so angry.” A shaky breath. Shaky laugh. Shaking hand that she runs through her hair. “Guess I know why, now. But that goes away when they’re with you. They’re more like they used to be.” She takes a slow sip of her beer, and it seems to ground her somewhat and her voice is steady again when she speaks. “I can’t seem to stop fighting with them.”

Daniel thinks back to all the arguments he’d had with Dani; all the times they’d yelled and snapped and tried to throw his words and kindness back in his face. And he’d let them. How do you convince someone they don’t need to be angry at the whole world? When they have enough built up anger that they could lash out at the whole world?

He doesn’t think he’s quite figured it out yet, so he settles for a neutral, “They’re going through a lot.”

“Yeah.” Silence again — heavier, but less awkward — until Julia seems to collect herself with a deep breath and turns back to Daniel with a more familiar grin. “Hey, there’s the media angle to think of, too, you know.”

“The what?”

“The media,” she repeats with an exaggerated shrug, as if it should be obvious. “They’ll love it. I look good on camera, you look good on camera, we’re both very popular with the fans… Let’s face it, with the way things have been going lately, we’re a match made in PR heaven.”

True. But he’s not sure if she means to say it would be only for the cameras. Not sure if it bothers him. He knows how this works, after all, knows that the “relationship” he was supposed to have had with Angie was more about keeping the gossip columns sated and filled with easy, innocent things. It’s just a misdirect — play the happy couple and smile for the camera, and pay no attention to anything going on behind the scenes.

Especially now, as Julia had said; Shrike has been a looming threat to the Rangers for… what, close to a year now? Toying with them, tearing at the Rangers’ reputation, making a mockery of the government, and doing it all while preening and strutting for the cameras. It makes his job that much more important, adds a weight to his role as the picture perfect face of the Rangers — because while he and the rest of the team can train and plan and work to take down Shrike, it’s Daniel’s job alone to make sure the public perception of the team doesn’t suffer too much.

He can’t deny that it would be a much easier beast to wrangle with Julia at his side, in whatever capacity that ends up being. And…

“It would be safer for Dani, too,” he adds, the words slow and thoughtful. A misdirect of his own. No reason for the press to start searching for answers on Herald’s all-too-public love life when he has Charge on his arm. He knows Dani’s careful, but they’ve already spent years hiding from the cameras when they were Sidestep — he doesn’t want them to have to go through that again.

“As safe as things can get for them.” There’s something dark and heavy about the way Julia speaks, a cold determination and furious concern bleeding into the words.

If Daniel had any concerns that Julia’s reservations about the Special Directive would get in the way of things, they’re gone — it goes unspoken that she won’t let anything happen to Dani, not if she can help it.

That’s good. Common ground. One steady, unshakable truth that they can share between them.

It’s a start.

(And that does it — he’s hovering.)

#fhr #julia ortega #fhr herald #chargestep #flystep #sidestep #dani gutierrez tag #brooke writes things #fic: dani #ch 2 will be posted next week

[phantomgallery]

#ch : lulu warren #ch : santiago ortega #rel : lulu & santiago

[themtmiseryproject]

Santiago Ortega located Lucy Warren and Bandit Leonne early this morning towards the east side base of Mount Misery. It seems as if Krampus kept his word. The party is set to begin tonight or tomorrow thanks to the locals.

We are closing in on Ling Yao - whom should be captured shortly.

#agent v anouncements #ch lucy warren #ch bandit leonnè #ch santiago ortega #ch ling yao

[thirstdere69]

one of my scarvi ocs, catalina! she starts off crushing hard on her teachers but then quickly falls for ortega who doesn't know how to deal with how affectionate she is!

#pokemon #ortega pokemon #(( tomo draws )) #ch: catalina

[sundaysodas]

#ch: austin ortega #ship: dallas & austin #my brain is Pinging

[addictedwritingg]

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! :)

#jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega x reader #love hate relationship #smut #jenna ortega x you #millers girl #netflix wednesday #emma myers

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

One Of Your Kind (CH. 1)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10

Word count: 2.7K

Summary: Your dream has always been to be a movie director, and your studies have been doing great.. until you get called to work in America and you’re forced to speak a language you don’t know.

Warnings: none

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

I’m finally starting to write my series! I hope you’ll like it🖤✨

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A/N: Reader is italian, but every thought and dialogue will be written in English to make reading easier and smoother for everyone.

September 2019

Finally getting some freedom after highschool, you started your road to making your dreams come true. Living in Italy with a family that never supported you, is hard, really hard: you never had their economical support, so you had to work really hard and study even harder to get the scholarship you have always dreamed of. You wanted to be a movie director, you wanted to work in the movie industry and realize movies, tv series. The scholarship luckily covered the entire lasting of your studies, but before actually getting to work and start your career, you had to do your “training”, that is going on movie sets and watch how everything actually worked. You were a really good student and you were a really quick learner, the best in your class.

You started off easy in your country, traveling from Milano to Catania to go on sets. You didn’t really work there yet, you wanted to learn how things worked you had to observe. The actual movie directors made you hold the equipment all while you observed and learned how to handle situations, how to act around actors and how to interact with them. They also taught you a lot and gave very useful tips.

Your family completely disowned you, they wanted nothing to do with you, they didn’t want to have to pay for your studies so you were on your own. Luckily you had always found opportunities where you didn’t have to pay, or everything was paid already for you. However you even had a small part time job to help you pay house rent. Your dreams were coming true, yes, but your social life is feeling the effects of it. Between work and training, you never had time to meet people, make friends, fall in love… so in all meanings you were alone. On a good note, you never made people suffer because of your constant traveling: you knew that if you had a girlfriend, you’d make her suffer because you were never in your hometown, you were always traveling and whatnot, when on sets you had to keep your phone on silent, and it was HOURS before you could even pick it up again.

With COVID happening, your studies and training was interrupted. Even your work. You were in deep shit, to say the list. You didn’t have a job, and you couldn’t pay rent. Luckily the owner of the apartment you lived in was comprehensive enough to understand the situation and give you time, until you found a new job. You sent job applications here and there to work as a student and as a “equipment holder” on sets, you didn’t even see WHERE the filming would take place, you just needed to work, do something that could help you pay rent. 9 months passed before you actually got a call back, well- it was more of an e-mail.

THE Megan Park, one of your favorite actresses, was having her debut as a movie director on her new and first movie, The Fallout, and she was willing to have you as her student.

“Hello (Y/N)! Your e-mail where you say you have been looking for movie sets to help holding equipment has been forwarded to me by a few people. I also saw that you’re wanting to be a movie director and that you will doing whatever you’re asked to do just to be on a movie set and learn. I’m more than willing to pay for your flight from Italy to Ohio and have you as my student. I look forward to your response!”

You didn’t really understand English really well, so you copy-pasted the email onto a translator and read it. Great, you had a job! But it was in… Ohio? AMERICA? You were freaking out. It was a great opportunity, sure, you have always been wanting to go to America, but as a tourist, not as a student… you reflected at least a couple hours on it. America has always been your dream, but you were scared. Will people understand your crappy English? Will you find any friends, will you actually learn what you want to learn?

You chose to take the opportunity and reply to her letter, though explaining your problem with the language. You used a translator and sent her this response:

“Hello, first of all I would like to thank you so much for looking at my application. I really love your works and I’m more than happy to accept your invite, though I have something to say, and I hope it won’t be a problem. As you know already I’m Italian, but I don’t really know English. I mean I know the basics, but it takes me some time to form a sensed sentence and to understand what I’m being told. I know this can be seen as a malus point, but I hope it won’t be a problem.”

You got her reply after just half an hour:

“No it’s not a problem at all! I’m really glad you decided to take the opportunity even with your difficulties. I’ve seen your résumé and I get that you’re a fast learner! I believe that you can learn English as fast as you learn how to be a movie director. Within the week I will send you the details of your flight, I look forward to meeting you!”

Just like that, the next week you were making your way to the airport, with a luggage that was heavy as hell for just a month and a half, but you really had no idea what to take. Was it hot, was it cold? You had clothes for both occasion. It was summer there as it was August, but you thought that maybe at night it was colder. However you got to the airport, until you were in Italy, you had no problem. Megan had booked you a flight in first class so you had as much comfort as you could for a 15 hour long flight. However your problems started on that plane… the staff was entirely speaking English.

On the fourth hour of flying a flying attendant came to you. “Good morning miss. We hope you’re having a good flight. Would you like something to eat?” What was that she asked? And why did she speak so fast? You didn’t understand anything at all. “I don’t… speak english very well” you said, with a really noticeable Italian accent. The flight attendant excused herself and sent you someone who actually spoke some Italian, and she was your savior for that flight, but the fact of being all alone in a country of English speakers, scared you like hell.

After those long, tiring 15 hours of flight you finally arrived in Ohio and followed instructions to the exit. You didn’t know what to look for, but in the mail with the details Megan told you that she would send someone to pick you up, and that the driver would be holding a sign with your name on. It took you a while, but you found the guy and he loaded your luggage in the car before driving you to the set. The landscapes of Ohio were incredible to say the least. The movie would be filmed in a school so you didn’t have to go in the countryside, but the short road trip from the airport to the set was really relaxing and beautiful.

When you arrived on set, you were immediately lost. People gave you weird looks because they had never seen you, but you took a look at the mail Megan sent you where she told you where to go, and followed the indications that led to her office, though you never made it there, because she saw you going that way and intercepted you. “(Y/N)!” You heard someone call you and turned around, only to see Megan coming your way. She hugged you and you reciprocated the hug awkwardly. You knew Americans were confident with other people, but you didn’t expect them to actually hug people they’ve only talked through e-mails with. “It’s good to see you!” She said. Luckily, greetings you could understand. “It’s… good to see you too” you spoke really slowly, trying to make sense out of your sentence. Megan smiled “so you do speak English” she said with a smile. You had to reflect on her words before actually speaking. “A little” you said, mimicking it with your fingers so that Megan actually understood you.

The first days on set were really hard to say the least. The actors hadn’t arrived yet, and this is part of the reasons why Megan made you come before they started filming. She wanted you to familiarize with the rest of the stuff, to see where the equipment was and she even told you what you were going to do and how you were going to help her, and gave you a daily to-do list, rigorously translated in italian, to make you feel more comfortable. You talked with her through a translator for the first period of time so that it would be easier for you to understand everything and you had to say it was really helpful, she put you at ease and you couldn’t be happier.

But of course there had to be problems there, too. Because eventually you had to talk to other people, other staff members. Even though you told them you didn’t speak really good english, they insisted on speaking english and not wanting to use a translator. They used technical languages, names of the equipments, and you understood none of it. You had tried looking for the names on the internet, and you did find them but when in a sentence, and when they spoke fast, you didn��t understand what they were asking you to do.

Even when the actors and actresses arrived and got comfortable with the set and the staff, the higher ups always got mad at you for doing stuff wrong, but you didn’t understand what they asked you to do, it wasn’t your fault. People would make fun of you, calling you stupid because you didn’t understand them. You had hoped to make friends with the actresses since Megan told you they were your age, but the rest of the staff told them that it was useless, because you didn’t understand english. It’s not that hard to communicate, people just have to be patient. When filming started, a lot of times they would have to start shooting scenes all over again because you had done something wrong. It had gotten to the point where Megan would receive constant complaints about you. She had to do something.

To make things easier for you, Megan sent you texts translated in italian.

Megan: Vieni nel mio ufficio, dobbiamo parlare. [come to my office, we need to talk.]

You didn’t answer her text, but you went to her office, scared as hell for your work, for your place, for your future as a movie director. As soon as you walked in, she gave you a small smile. “Hello” you said as you sat down in front of her. “I will try to talk slow for you. Is this okay?” She asked. Luckily, you could understand when people were talking to you slowly- only Megan did this. Everyone else refused to. “I’ve been getting a lot of complaints about your work. They say you make things wrong, that you don’t listen and you don’t want to listen. Is that true?” She asked you. You gulped and thought of your words before speaking. “I don’t understand what they ask me. I try to tell them to speak slow but uh-“ you thought of your words. “They don’t want to speak slow. So I don’t know what they ask me and I make things wrong. I am sorry.” Your english was very, very bad and your pronunciation made it ten times work, but you made it work.

Before Megan could reply, you spoke again. “If you want one other student, I can leave. I do understand.” Megan shook her head and smiled. “You can stay, I understand that it’s not your fault. Those are idiots. From now on you’ll only talk to me, you’ll only follow my orders, you’ll work under my direct command so I can make you the movie director you want to be. Okay?” She said as she made her way towards you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. She also wrote that down and translated it to make sure you understood, she probably was the only one to make you feel at ease there. “So, are you making any friends? With the actors, I mean” she said, still talking slowly as the two of you walked out of the office. She wanted you to improve your English.

“No, I didn’t” you said and sighed, looking in front of you. “How come?” She asked. You looked at her in confusion, what did “how come mean?” She looked at you and laughed at your confused face, before apologizing. “I’m sorry. Why? Why did you not make any friends?” You smiled slightly. “Oooh so “how come” is also used to ask “why”?” You asked, and she nodded. “Your staff talked bad about me to the actresses. So they don’t talk to me” you shrugged and went on with your walk with her. From that day on Megan made it her mission to get the actresses to come talk to you.

You only did what Megan asked you, and slowly but surely, your work was amazing. She asked you for tips, she asked you what she could do better. At first you were scared to do so, but after a while when you had more confidence with her, your tips revealed themselves useful and she actually improved her work thanks to you. She let you check the screens, use effects, filters. She let you be an actual director, teaching you lots of stuff and you couldn’t be more grateful. But just recently, she has been trying to get you to work closer to the actresses… especially to the one playing Vada. Her name was Jenna, you learned. And according to Megan, you two could really get along.

The two of you hadn’t really talked yet because Jenna was of course too busy talking with her co-star, Maddie. But today, she had wanted to try some equipment on and understand how it worked, and Megan had given you the job to help her put it on. She stood still as you did your job and didn’t speak a word, knowing what she knew about you, she’d probably make fun of you, so you stayed quiet… but she was the one wanting to make conversation. “Hi” she said as you walked around her while setting up the equipment. “Hi” you replied back pretty quickly. This was the only thing you could understand pretty quickly. At some point Jenna had figured out you were around her age, and seeing people make fun of you because you barely knew English, wasn’t good. “You’re (Y/N), right?” She asked and looked at you and you nodded, avoiding her eyes.

“I’m sorry about what they say about you. Don’t listen to them, they’re idiots.” She said, speaking too fast for your likings. “I’m sorry, I don’t speak English very well.” You said, and she smiled slightly, before saying the same things, but slower. She was the first person after Megan who was willing to talk to you even if it meant taking hours just for a sentence. “They are idiots..” you spoke lowly, not wanting them to hear “you’re Jenna, right?” You asked just for confirmation. She nodded and shook your hand.

“It’s nice to finally talk to you, (Y/N)”

A/N: I’m sorry that there’s not many JennaXReader interactions in this first chapters, but I promise that there will be more in the next one. I really hope you’re gonna like this fic

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x r #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #vada cavell

[pupsclawz]

Gone

Part II

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Warnings: Drug abuse/overdose, (attempted) suicide, dark themes.

Word count: 743 words

Summary: You were having a breakdown when you decided you finally had enough. (You didn't die in this one... Or did you?)

a/n: I know I said I wasn't gonna post but I just had a burst of inspiration. This one is a bit dark so. Warnings are above. Also, Jenna isn't in this ch just yet but it will be a JennaxR fic. I also tried to make this realistic as possible (Im sure I failed). Anyways no beta, I hope ya'll enjoy! Edited: Basically the old a/n said that this Jennas name wasnt mentioned in this chapter. My brain decided that it wasn't Jenna in this ch but someone else. Uhhh sorry for that but yeah!

You sat at the edge of your bed smiling as silent tears streaked down your face. These past few weeks had been hectic and overwhelming, and every single suppressed thing came crashing down on you. 

“You aren’t good enough.”

“You’re a fucking failure.”

“You can’t even do shit right.”

“No one cares about you.”

“See? If they did care, they’d be here. Where are they?”

“You don’t even know what to do with your pathetic self”

“Fucking coward! Just tell someone,”

“If they knew, they wouldn't believe you. Look at how many times you’ve told them something only to be brushed off,” 

Your body shook as you were racked with sobs, more tears streaming down your face. You couldn’t help but believe the voices. 

With shaky hands, you reached forward, grabbing a bottle of pills on the nightstand. You read the label and warnings on the bottle. 

“They’re not gonna miss you when you’re gone,”

“You’ve done nothing for them so, they’ll probably be glad that you’re gone,”

“It’s not like you mattered anyways. Your grades were always low, you’re the lazy one, you can’t even follow simple instructions!”

“Now look at you! Jobless laying around all day like you own the fuckin world!”

“You’re worthless! Ya fuckin disappointment!”

With trembling hands, you slowly grasped the cap of the bottle as you pressed down and slowly unscrewed it. You looked down at the pills bouncing around as you gently shook it, ruminating on what you should do next.

“You’re a disappointment”

A disappointment. That was all you were. Ever since you were a child, everyone’s expectations about you, including your own, was always high. While you did fine for most of your childhood years, these recent ones only got worse. You seemed to fail on anything that you do. Every fucking thing that you were told to do just wasn’t good enough. 

“You’re worthless!”

Your hands trembled more and more as the voice kept echoing in your mind. The sound of the pills reaching your ears was barely enough to keep you grounded. Being told that you were worthless while seemingly trying harder than most was infuriating. You tried so hard to do everything in your power to be enough for them and yet they still didn’t appreciate you or your efforts. 

With the final thought, you looked back down at the bottle before downing every single pill left inside. You swallowed what you could while spitting out the rest as air became a necessity. You fell forwards onto the floor in a coughing fit trying to get some air.

You sat on the floor with your back against a wall as you waited for the silent and peaceful bliss to arrive. 

It was about 25 minutes later when you started to feel the effects of the drug. You felt as if the whole world was spinning (Technically it is) and your stomach felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. A few moments later, you began to feel drowsy despite the pain. You curled up into a fetal position, letting yourself drift off; Awake but not fully.

You were startled out of your trance as your phone began to ring. You blearily looked up before clumsily scrambling to get it. After a few minutes of trying you finally had the ringing phone in your hands. You read the name before you answered the phone, not registering who was calling.

“Hey y/n!” A feminine voice sounded through the phone.

You just groaned in response, feeling worse than before.

“Hey, you okay?” The girl asked in a worried tone.

You were about to speak when you audibly threw up, vomit spraying all over the place. You clutched your still aching stomach as you coughed, trying to rid your throat of vomit. 

“Y/n! Are you okay? I’m gonna call the ambulance, try to stay awake!” The girl yelled through the phone, her voice clearly panicked.

You let out a loud groan as you let your body go limp, waiting for the suffering to end and the relief to begin. 

It was a couple of minutes later when the ambulance arrived. By that time, you were laying on the vomit covered floor unresponsive with a hand clutching your stomach. The EMTs quickly got you onto a backboard as they moved you toward the ambulance. The flashing lights of the ambulance was the last thing you saw before you completely lost all consciousness...

#fanfiction #fanfic #jenna ortega #drugs cw #drug abuse #cw drugs #jenna x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna x y/n #jenna ortega x you #angst #dark theme #dont like dont read #sorry

[coredrill]

on one hand them hitting me with that much m/f nonsense in the first five minutes was annoying but ON THE OTHER HAND the fact that they opened a show with spock going “yes t’pring :) of course we are getting married :) why would that change :) i want to marry you :) you want to marry me too right :)” to an audience that consists entirely of people who have already seen amok time is the FUCKING FUNNIEST THING EVER

#LIKE AKSJDNDNDMCNNSJAKS I COULDNT HELP IT I LAUGHED THEOUGH THE WHOLE THING #fr though i rly liked that ep i thought it was fun and i’m excited for the rest of the season!!!!! AND ALSO. #ALL THE DISCO REFS. like HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!! #not only with so much of the plot based AROUND discovery but also???? shuttle stamets????? #they’re treating disco like how disco/aos/pic treats the og trek and i am kind of in love with it #AND WHEN SPOCK MENTIONED MICHAEL. WAAAAAAHHHHHHHGG #(that determines it i WILL be rewatching all of disco soon and i WILL sob like a maniac thru spock n michael’s goodbye. again) #little brother……..this is the last advice i’ll ever be able to give you………… WAAAAAHSHHSHDHDHD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😄 #anyways tho back to snw. i FORGOT how much i loved this pike tbh like in disco i expected to hate him after lorca but yeah he’s great #spock i love always 💜 but i also love how he’s a lil young n fresh n unkepmt in this one #also the returning characters like uhura’s scene with that one guy was SUCH a good moment for her #and chapel seems like a maniac and i LOVE that for her. and M’BENGA I DID NOT EXPECT HIM!!!!!!!! #also i expect to love ortegas too she seems fun!! CANT BELIEVE I GOT KIRKBAITED THO 😡 #like i know canon but i was still like 👀 fnsnsnnsnssjjs #anyways!!!!! having fun excited for next week :) #f: star trek #trek: snw #ch: spock #t.txt #snw spoilers

[jhkfan123]

enchanted- tom blyth | ch. 9

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A/N: this chapter is so me when-

2nd A/N: guys i KNOW the oscars aren't directly after the golden globes but pls ignore its for the plot. 😁

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you felt like throwing stuff. just throwing everything in sight. the two of them cannot tell you everything is fine, and then pull a stunt like that. not only did it confuse you, it only fueled the fire of the relationship rumors even more. at this point, you were considering deleting social media altogether. you did not want to deal with it. at this point it made every day worse. it sucked you in like a vacuum, and you couldn't escape what you didn't want to see. no matter how many times you clicked "not interested" on a post, it would not help the amount of rachel and tom content you saw. it wasn't healthy. 

you had the impulse to archive all of your social media posts and just take a break. maybe it would help. help you get away from all the things you didn't want to see. you reminisced on your actors on actors with jenna ortega. everything the two of you had said. maybe it was a good idea. you were feeling impulsive anyways. 

just to be petty, the only posts you archived were the ones that were hunger games related. at least, for now.  why not be petty? they seemed to have lied to you, anyways. 

you felt they were treating you like a child. like you couldn't handle the truth. yes, it would be hard to hear, but it's not like you wouldn't understand. you weren't a little kid. you were an adult. a petty adult? yes. but an adult nonetheless. you wouldn't have been so angry if they hadn't lied. if they had said it to your face, you wouldn't be reacting like this. but you just felt anger. 

you felt like you wanted to break something. break something like he broke your heart. you weren't going to slash his tires or anything, nothing to him. just something to destress. but there was nothing in your house that you could. so you just decided to scream into your pillow. easy solution. then, you continued to archive your posts. every single one that included tom. it was fun. so much fun. you felt a little immature, but it was definitely making you feel better. then you went through you instagram highlights. took them all down. you changed your profile picture, which was originally a picture of you, rachel, josh, tom and hunter, to a solitary picture of you. it felt so good. you knew your social media team would be mad, but who cared. 

then you cried. the situation was giving you major mood swings. angry, sad, angry, sad, really angry, sad. this went on for hours. you rotted in bed. you called your best friend and cried to her for about an hour. you just listened to olivia rodrigo. she seemed to have songs that fit every situation. you listened to get him back! and lacy on repeat. 

then making the bed came on. and then you realized. in 2024, you should not be rotting over a possible dating situation. you should not be crying for hours over a situation that you can easily question. you are the only one who is making you feel like this. you were doing this to yourself. this could easily be solved by talking to them, and even better, you had your final red carpet event of the season, where both of them would be in attendance. this event just so happened to be the oscars. it was very exciting, and even though none of you had been nominated, just going would be an amazing experience.  you had to deal with the truth, and that was, if they are together, there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. you could not go back in time and do something differently. and if they weren't together, great. 

you had to stop being immature, and start being rational. you had to prepare yourself. you glanced up at your door. your stylist had picked out a white dress. there was no way. you scavenged in your dress closet for anything better. 

...

after a lot of slow skincare, a shower, and digging through your closet, you eventually picked out a black, elegant, silky dress with a very high slit. you paired it with a layered pearl choker, and a black garter. the garter was visible, but not totally out there. you put on the highest black heels you owned, did you hair nicely, created your daily bracelet stack, and prepared to leave. you paired your outfit with a black clutch, and made your way out the door. you knew people would be dressed in gowns, and other elegant things, and your dress might now be as big and showy, but you had a point to make. again, it was based on princess diana's revenge dress. you really admired her, and this look made you feel empowered.

when you arrived on the red carpet, you walked with confidence. you had been on a lot of red carpets these past few weeks, so you had developed a strategy. get on, say hi to a few fans, strike a few poses, more fans, and then walk in. so that's what you did. stepping out of the car, there was an immediate reaction to your outfit. it was a mix of shock and surprised gasps, along with cheering. you went over to the crowd and began to say hi to a few people. you took a photo with one young fan who was so adorable. then, you did two short interviews. next it was time to pose. you were going to make sure there were lots of photos. on your way to the carpet, you caught sight of tom. he was maybe 25 feet away from you, posing on a different background. 

However, you accidently made eye contact with him. he looked at you, glanced down at your outfit, then up to your face once more, then down to your outfit, then up to your face. he couldn't seem to get enough of you. he seemed to be shocked at your outfit, which is what you were going for. you didn't know wether to smile at him, or to look away. 

you ended up doing a combination of both, which looked very odd. you had hoped no one caught that on camera. you saw him smile slightly, but then he turned away and posed again. you took the hint and went back to posing again. you had not found rachel yet, or any of your other castmates. still on the red carpet, a security guard gave you a fifteen minute warning to the top of the show. you decided maybe you should go find your seat. at the oscar's there was not as much of a guarantee you would be seated with the members of your movie as other events. the only guarantee was if you were nominated. 

you walked past the coat check, and over to the seating chart. the theater was huge, so finding your seat took a while. you sighed when you found that your seat was next to tom. and tom was next to rachel. on your other side, hunter schafer, and josh. you were glad to know you weren't seated in the middle of them again. you had hunter to talk to if things got weird. 

shuffling through people, you finally approached your seat. you gave hunter a tight hug, she was being so unproblematic in this whole situation, and you were here for it. you sat down in-between hunter and tom, and the second you sat down, your mind blank. you had no idea what to say to the boy next to you. do you ask him now? wait till the party? go outside? don't ask at all? that one was definitely out. you probably wouldn't be able to sleep until you asked. rachel was next to him, and while you smiled at her, you didn't say much. hunter complimented your outfit, and you returned the compliment. you noticed tom listening to the conversation between the two of you. you had a feeling he was going to butt in anytime now, but nothing yet. 

finally, you heard him take a breath, coincidentally at the same time the show started. you heard him say something, but loud music came on, and you couldn't make it out. 

"what?" you asked him to clarify, but he shook his head. well that was going to bug you. you focused on the show, still dying to know what he said. it stuck in your head the entire duration of the ceremony. 

...

the final award was given, and the lights came back on. it was a great show. you knew that you needed to talk to tom. you had to make sure you didn't lose him in the crowd. when everyone was making their way out, you made sure to not lose sight of him. he was walking in front of you, and also much faster. figured, he was much taller than you. 

when you finally caught sight of the exit of the building, you started calling his name. he heard you the second time. he stopped walking, and waited for you to catch up to him. you began walking again, this time with him. you made your way outside, finally, where there was fresh air. you took a deep breath, and pulled him off the driven path. 

"what, y/n?" he asked, seemingly ok with everything.

"tom, i need to talk to you. right now." 

#tom blyth #jhkfan123 #hollywood #fame #coriolanus snow #hunger games #rachel zegler #hungergames #tom blyth fanfiction #snow lands on top #coriolanus x reader #coryo #tbosas #coriolanus x you #coriolanussnow #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x reader #tomorrowblyth

[autistic-sidestep]

sidestep scar map

here's all the physical scar mentions of step's ive discovered so far that aren't choice dependent! (choice dep scars will be in another post). lemme know if i missed any!

edit: hi people from r/hostedgames o/

edit 2 (nov 8th): added some more i missed!

(cw for sh/sui mentions and graphic injury description)

general

"Have you seen me?" You don't bother to hide your sneer. Even with your clothes on, there are enough scars and marks that many people would pay dearly to remove them. (ch 22, argent meetup) Regenerate…the notion is a tempting one; could it work on your tattoos? You've tried cutting and burning, but there's just too much, you'd be scarred and mutilated before you were done, but this…this prototype, could it help you too? (ch 19, etc, regenerator discovery) "What?" A moment's confusion and then—finally—he adds up the dots. His frown deepens, and he looks between your face and your chest, marred by scars and brightly orange tattoos, marking you as other. As not human. "Are you saying that—" (ch 22, flystep apartment scene) "Do you like scars?" you tease, taking one of [Daniel']s hands, tracing it across one on your chest. An ugly one, a remnant from an angry attempt to carve away your tattoos until the drugs couldn't keep the pain at bay any longer. (ch 22, flystep apartment date) It's a slow, circling motion over the small of your back, palm against skin, warm fingers tracing the deep scars you both know are there. And a few that ${he} doesn't. (ch 17, hoots makeout) ${his} hands are running over your skin, over your back. You know ${he}'s tracing scars, the same as you, and having an easier time of it. No fancy hospitals for your body, just your own skills, and no need to make it look pretty. (ch 21, chargestep apartment nsfw)

autopsy (incision) scar(s?)

"I obtained…pictures." He lets out a sigh, rubbing his face. "Classified. Highly classified. I assumed they were from the autopsy." He focuses on you. "Your autopsy." […] "The damage from the fall was horrific…you looked dead. Opened up." (ch 22, steel bar meetup)

legs

You remember that [Psychopathor] fell against the wreckage, and it moved and caused you to scream out loud as it dug into your leg. There's still a scar there somewhere. (ch 2, warehouse fight)

face

"Yeah, things changed. For me." You touch your face without intending to. The thin scars there are the most obvious legacy of your fall, of the window tearing into you like memories. (ch 21, hoots) "I'm not the only one with scars." He rubs the side of his face as he looks at you, and you have to fight not to do the same. You can feel your own face itch with the need to pick at your scars. "Yeah," you admit with a tired sigh. "Looking into the mirror is not fun." For more reasons than one, but you'd be lying if the scars weren't one of them. Bad memories imprinted on your flesh, a reminder of nightmares you can't ever forget. It's interesting, really, the way they see you as another vet. Are you looking out of place enough for that? A helping of scars. The nervous awareness. (ch 22, steel bar meetup)

hands/wrists

"Does it say that the scar on your hand always itches when you're stressed?" (ch 22, flystep apartment date)

"I'm not sure about this," he says, looking down at your scarred hands as if he could read your mind. Soft. Human. He doesn't want to hurt them. (ch 25, post puppet crash step leg rights, chen apartment minddive)

You let Ortega take your hands in [theirs]. Warm. Calloused. Scarred. Just like yours. You can't help but trace the edge of ${his} mods where they break the skin, strangely cool to the touch. (ch 21, trans mc ortega apartment reveal)

You look down at hands so much cleaner than your own. $!{puppet_name} hides all scars. (ch 18, puportega stakeout)

"It feels like they do," you say, scratching one of the scars on your hand a little nervously. "I wish I could tell you, but I can't." […] Your hands are clenched. Hard enough that your knuckles are white. There are a few scars across them, memories of punching things you shouldn't punch. People. Armor. Walls. […] You press two fingers against your wrist, feeling your pulse, feeling the scars. It's a familiar sensation, but instead of the weight pressing against your shields, you feel like a balloon, ready to burst. (ch 17 - finch therapy scene)

arms

tattoo removal attempts

You tried to get rid of them after your first escape. A specialist, suitably coerced. You still have the scar on the inside of your arm where the lasers didn't quite take. Too deep. Something she had never seen before, and she wasn't lying. Almost as if they were regenerating. (ch 15/ch 17, reader regenereveal tag )

You've tried lasers to remove them. You've tried dermabrasion. You even flayed off a piece of your own skin, and while that worked, it left another scar, a deep one. You know it's not possible to do that for your entire body. It's too much surface area; the process would kill you or leave you maimed. Not exactly the life you want. _(ch 15/ch 17, reader regenereveal tag / ch 19, puppet auction)

You tug at your sleeve; it keeps clinging to your sweaty skin. The small hairs on the back of your arm stand on end. The scars are visible now, the ones you made yourself. The ones where you tried to remove them. (chapter 19, argent regene reveal)

"I'm not lying anymore." You very slowly tug your sleeve up, rolling it past the scars, past the places where you tried to obliterate the tattoos, up to where they peek out beneath the fabric. Sharp. Orange. Inhuman. Like you. You look away, regulating your breathing, keeping a straight face as ${mhis} fingertips trace the edges of the design. There's a slight "tsk" at the burn scars that cut them off, no doubt ${mhe} is adding the clues together. […] "I tried to burn parts of them off," you say, […] so ${mhe} doesn't need to ask. "Didn't work too well. Needs third-degree burns, or they'll grow back." "Really?" $!{mhe} bends your arm, and you shift to allow it. "Fascinating." "Flaying works if you cut down to the flesh." Your voice sounds dispassionate even to your own ears, and Dr. Mortum takes a step back with a shocked look on ${mhis} face. "I'd hate to know how you found that out." "Other arm." You tug your sleeve down now that ${mhe}'s stopped touching you. (ch 20, "good" mortum mc reveal at the lab)

Holding your breath, you raise your arm in front of you, watching the pale green hospital robe slip back, revealing the intricate tattoos etched into your skin, broken only by scars. Neon orange. (ch 24, mccrash, revoked legrights)

dog bite

Some [dogs] were kept to guard the perimeter; you got bit once for straying outside. You still have the scar on your arm, a reminder that things that are hurt inevitably turn on each other. (ch 15, 1st boneyard scene)

general arm scars

It's so easy to feel human around ${him}. So easy to ignore the fear. Your sleeves are rolled up to your elbows. Anything more would risk revelations you aren't ready for, but even like this, the scars are enough for conversation. […] *if suitag: The bubbles hide most; you keep them buried deep in the soapy water to make sure ${he} doesn't look. (ch 21, ortega apartment dishes)

sh scars (suitag dep)

The scars on your arms are hidden under your sleeves, and maybe they would be something you could talk about. Something she would expect. A safe revelation of self-harm. *if suitag: Across. Not lengthwise. Your one deal with yourself. Not yet. You have things to finish first." (ch 17, finch therapy scene)

#fh codediving #hopefully this format is useful! #ramblings #fallen hero #sidestep #archival adventures

[cartierdreamx]

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝕿𝖔 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑 *3*

Hi my honey buns <333, I am so sorry for the wait, but here it is and I so hope you enjoy!! Just diving in further into Jenna’s character and r has a secret?????!!!, I am like half asleep right now so I have no idea what to say butt I will also mention, I will look over this ch properly with a full rested mind once I wake up LMFAO. I hope you enjoy and if you do, please consider reblogging, following, and commenting! Thank you all for your constant love and support! J <33

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Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader

Warnings: the tiniest bit of angst, dark themes, swearing, mentions of weapons and violence and murder.

This fic is STRICTLY 18+, as it involves adult themes, minors DNI, you are responsible for your own social media intake, which includes reading entertainment which this fic falls under, so one last warning- this fic is 18+. Thank you!  

*though my fics have real people, my fics are just for entertainment and far from reality*

FYI: JENNA IS G!P IN THIS FIC!!

~~

There was barely any times Jenna felt abandoned, hopeless, trapped, and there were even less times where Jenna felt this way about a woman, an ordinary citizen. Vulnerable was never a side she would welcome, it made her feel weak, an easy access for Gio, so when you came along, you were an anomaly, you were only supposed to be a one-night stand, she would never admit it but the heat of her heart upon talking to you melted the layer of ice she projects.

Oh, how she wishes she had never spoken to you, you would’ve been safe, if everything she cares for would be destroyed, if she had never spoken to you, crimson would have never painted her hands, your crimson, your blood spilt was a reminder this was all her fault.

But, would there have been more regret if she left you alone that night? There was barely any times Jenna felt vulnerable, but when she’s with you, that’s what she is, and tonight, she was more vulnerable than ever. Vulnerability wasn’t welcomed, but it encased every inch of her.

“Jen, you have to let go of her.” Viv sighs, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Jenna winces away, “NO, no, I can’t, I can’t, please, Viv.”

“Hun, I know you don’t want to, but we have to get her on this stretcher so Kaman can take of her.”

“I WAS SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF HER.” Now in a softer tone and as her tears fall, she repeats, “I was supposed to take care of her.”

Viv understood her feelings, she didn’t want to lose you either, and at the possibility of losing you, she couldn’t lose Jenna the same night, “Jenna, this isn’t your fault, you have to get that through your head.”

How she would give up anything in the world right now to see your seraphic smile again, she’d trade her throne, she’d take off her mafia crown and let the city fall into the hands of Gio Marcello if it meant your hands could caress her face once more. The weakened brunette, always so contumacious, never giving in, but she knew she had to, just this once, although, she was a great negotiator.

“Can I at least hold her in the stretcher?” There was always a fierceness in her eyes, Viv and Bruce knew that look all too well, but seeing her like this was different, the same knots in their backs that Jenna’s stubbornness caused were untied by her weakness, well in Jenna’s eyes, her weakness, but in reality, it was proof she’s just like any other citizen on the street, hurt and scared, in this moment, she wasn’t the most feared woman, wasn’t the crown heir to the Ortega family, she wasn’t a playboy, she wasn’t egotistical, she wasn’t arrogant, she was just Jenna.

“Oh, baby, I don’t thin-.”

“Of-course, you can Jenna, I just need to to be careful and still so I can take her vitals administer an IV.” Kaman, the head doctor of the towers, cuts in.

“I promise.”

As the two of you are whisked away into a nearby elevator, Viv and Bruce stay back, as much as they wanted to accompany their friends, they knew they had a job to do, they couldn’t let the family fall, not when Jenna needs them most, and so with unspoken words, the two of them knew exactly what to do. Bruce manning a team of soldiers, investigating what happened and who caused this mess, and Viv staying remote collecting intel from Bruce whilst trying to hold the integrity of the tower when their leader has fallen. Temporarily of course, hopefully.

~~

Ignorance is bliss is the saying, and Bruce so wanted to bathe in this bliss, the bliss where he doesn’t find out what happened to you, his demeanour paints itself as large rottweiler, physically, his brute strength would scare any normal human being away but, on the inside, he had a heart as strong as the winds on top of mountains.

For you, his heart welcomed you in, he won’t ever admit it to Jenna, only because she’d deny it, but when he senses Jenna truly cares for someone, his love and care automatically calls out for that same person. His overprotectiveness over you blames himself slightly for what happened, but not as much as Jenna did.

“Bruce, we found y/n’s blood and smashed up cameras from across the street and corners, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise.” His flat tone masking the fact he’s trying his best to hold everything. “Were you guys able to find anything else?”

“Right, and unfortunately not.”

Bruce sighs deeply with remorse, “shit, wait okay, okay, get the smashed cameras to Ammo in tech, she’s savvy with these things, it’s slim, but we have to try.”

One of his soldiers’ nods and the rest start collecting fragments of evidence alongside the actual cameras. “Hey Viv, we might have something, meet me on Ammo’s floor, she might be able to resurrect the SD card from the cameras.”

~~

As much as she wanted to stay, the force of her wanted to leave, Jenna held you for so long, but she got so lost in the pain, she forgot the copious amount of regret and guilt she’d feel when you woke up and saw her face, you told her you hate her, but did you mean it? Either way, she wanted nothing to do with these feelings, you’re better off waking up next to someone you love.

“Jenna?” Kaman, looks up from you after doing her regular check, “where are you going, sweetie, doctor intuition tells me she’ll be waking up soon.”

“Out.” Her body was shutting her heart down, her brain is in control now and maybe it should’ve stayed in control, not passing on the torch to her heart, a lot of regret wouldn’t have existed if that were the case. Jenna grits her teeth and lets out a breath through the minuscule gaps between, “I’m calling Solana, her best friend, she deserves to know what happened, and she,” now pointing at you with her forehead, eyebrows “she deserves someone else here.”

“You’re running away again, Jenna.”

“What else am I supposed to do?” Jenna bites back.

“Stay.”

“That’s not an option.” Jenna, now using a tone you’d only hear from a mother. Before Kaman could say anything else, the space between you and her had been closed off, and that wasn’t the only thing restrictive.

There was something about the night ambiance that always provided fresh air, each molecule of oxygen that raced through her body was pure, antonymous with the blood spilt over the years as a result of her hands.

Hello? Who is this?

Hi Solana, sorry for the late-night call but something happened, oh, it’s Jenna by the way.

Though it was over the phone, Jenna could feel Sol’s heart drop.

OH! Jenna, hi, Sol is fine by the way, is y/n okay? I’ve been trying to reach her, but I can’t seem to get a hold of her.

There was an accident… Can you come to the towers?

Fuck, okay, I’m on my way.

Once Sol walks into, Jenna is greeted with a heavy heart, yet a kind smile. “Is she okay?”

“She will be, she’s going to wake up soon, she’ll want you there, just head up to the floor marked with H.”

“Aren’t you coming with?”

At this very moment, something clouded the air, you couldn’t see it, feel it nor smell it but something in the air that made Jenna retain why she’s not going up with Sol, “she needs you, not me and plus, I have to do something.” That last line was a ramble, she didn’t have to do anything, not at this very moment, but she couldn’t go see you. Couldn’t or won’t?

Sol sighs and takes a step towards Jenna, “okay,” the mafia queen had never been easy to read, no one knew what went on inside of her, but tonight, Sol read her like a novel, but she didn’t want to push. “You know,” caressing Jenna’s hand “whatever happened, it wasn’t your fault, Jenna, no one blames you.” Jenna didn’t have the courage to look at Sol in the eyes, all she could muster up was “y/n does.”

“I’ve known her for years, I share a soul with her, pun intended,” trying to make Jenna smile, but Sol is sure that joke flew over her head, “she doesn’t blame you.” Sol’s last attempt to console Jenna and try to convince her to come up but stubborn is Jenna’s middle name, so all she could give Sol was a headshake and a smile as the elevator doors close.

Maybe I should go to her. A constant thought that flooded Jenna’s mind but in the split second where she was about to press the button marked ‘H’ on the elevator, a text from Viv telling her to meet them on the tech floor came through, directing her finger towards the button marked ‘T’ instead.

Walking into the office, Jenna’s fist immediately clenches up at the sight of smashed up cameras with intricate wires tangled up within each other. “For the sake of everyone in the city, PLEASE tell me you’ve found something,” there was desperation in her tone, she wanted to throw the closest object across the room but the breath she takes seems to calm her down enough to hear her little posse out.

Like Alvin and the Chipmunks, Bruce, Viv, and Ammo avert their gaze from the screen to Jenna, “this right here is why you pay me six figures.” Ammo retorts, making Jenna giggle a bit, the first time a positive sound escaped her mouth since finding out you were hurt.

“Alright, no need to boast, especially when I make 10.” Jenna smirks and Ammo rolls her eyes.

“How’s y/n?” Viv says with concern.

“Ah, she’s great?” There was some hesitation when she answered, truthfully, she doesn’t know how you are, when she left you, you were stable, but she doesn’t know how you are. “I’m not really sure, Sol is up with her, and I got a text from Kaman that she woke up when I was on the way up.”

“And you’re not there?” Viv exclaims with such flash.

“She won’t want me there.”

Viv inflates her cheeks to the brim with air before letting out a huff, “Ammo, will you please pass me the magazine on your desk.” As no words were exchanged, Viv starts to roll up the paper and trains her eyes at Jenna, no one knew what was going to happen next.

“BAD, JENNA, BAD.” Viv screams as she knocks Jenna on the head with the magazine, at the same time, Jenna extends her arms above her head, flinching away at every hit as a way to protect herself.

“VIV?” Jenna squeals, “what was that for?” she then questions whilst Bruce and Ammo try so hard not to laugh as tears form in their eyes.

“That’s for being here, waltzing around like an idiot when you should be waltzing around like an idiot up there,” Viv pointer finger erects up, “you know, with y/n?”

“I just- she doesn’t, she hates? Aw for fucks sake, just show the video, stop lingering on me.” Jenna commands, not wanting to talk about her feelings, and definitely not wanting to talk about her feelings for you. What feelings? Does she even have feelings for you?

“Are you sure? It’s a bit, well you know.” Viv informs.

“How much blood have I washed from my hands?” Jenna bites back.

“Yeah, but you didn’t have feelings for said blood.” Viv points out, making Bruce and Ammo scoff out a laugh.

“What? I don’t have feelings for y/n!” Jenna starts getting all defensive and in unison just like the chipmunks, the group of three goes “mhmhm.”

“Ugh, whatever, just play the video.” As the video plays, Jenna watches what that night was like for you, in clear technicolour, how the man had followed you like a predator set on his prey. And as his palm lands on your face, she squirms, she doesn’t want to go on, she doesn’t want to see you like this. No amount of violence she had witnessed and caused could ever prepare her for what she was watching.

JENNA! JENNA! PLEASE, JENNA, PLEASE, JUST STOP!

The colour drained from Jenna’s face as quickly as the rage set in, once she heard the first syllable of her name, she knew you were calling out to her and it was all too much for her, there was water setting on her tongue, if she saw anymore, she was sure she’d throw up everywhere. Jenna rushes out the office, accidentally slamming the glass door behind her, drawing the attention of the other tech workers to her, but their gazes quickly returned to their screens as they realise who they were staring at.

“Jenna, are you okay?” Viv asks as she closes the door behind her, Jenna couldn’t hold eye contact with her, too scared that tears would start streaming down her face if she had seen the softness of Viv’s face; concerned for her dear friend.

“I’m fine.” The words just barely making it through her teeth.

“You’re not, and that’s okay, I just need you to tell me what’s going on through your head, this entire tower is your family, we can help.”

“She-” Jenna croaks, “she called for me, Vivica.” Using her full name, this indicated she was an even bigger mess than anyone anticipated, Jenna would use ‘Vivica’ when things got too serious, too overwhelming, and those times barely existed, Viv greeting her name like a stranger. “She called for me and I wasn’t there, I couldn’t save her.”

Placing a firm grip on both her shoulders, Viv comforts Jenna, “Jenna, look at me, there was nothing you could do in that moment to help her, get that through your thick skull.” Jenna huffs out a deep sigh, “but.” “No buts, stop blaming yourself, and you did save her, she’s alive because you took her in.” Viv reassures.

“Okay.” Jenna didn’t want to ‘okay’ this conversation, especially when she herself wasn’t okay. But that was all she could muster up at this moment.

“Okay. Now tell me what you need.”

“I need to find that man and kill him.” An ‘o’ shape forms Viv’s mouth, but she doesn’t know why she’s surprised, this was the most logical solution for Jenna. “No, not kill, that’d be giving him mercy, I want to hurt him so bad he wishes he was never born.” There was such fury in Jenna’s eyes, a fury no one had ever seen, not even Viv, but she understood, she shared that same fury, it was the same with Bruce, but Jenna held most of the fire, she conjured it.

“Okay, okay, that’s on brand, but before you go out and hunt him down and we feed you information, you should know, this wasn’t a random attack, the van that ended up picking him and her up, ultimately dropping her off at our feet was Marcello.”

“Gio did this?” The fire only growing stronger at the realisation that Gio was using you as a manipulation tactic to see her fall, to make her weak, vulnerable.

“Unfortunately, so he may be guarded.”

“He won’t, he’s a useless pawn to Gio, and I’m assuming he wasn’t supposed to hurt her that bad.”

~~

As Jenna heads down to the garage, everyone at their stations waiting to give Jenna information on Jameson’s whereabouts, Jenna ends up running into a frantic Sol. “Sol? Are you okay?”

“Jenna! Just the girl I was looking for, y/n’s awake, she’s doing great and she’s looking for you.” Jenna wishes she had never run into Sol, the guilt she buried about how she wasn’t there when you woke up was slowly making its way back up to the surface and that same feeling of saliva settling on her tongue was back again.

“I’m glad she’s doing better.”

“You’re not coming to see her?”

Before Jenna could answer, adding onto the guilt that harbours her, Sol had once more read Jenna and the twitch in her eyes, the pursed lips and the disconnected eye contact told her all she needed to know. “I wish you believed that this isn’t your fault.”

“Me too,” Jenna smiles at her, “later, when she’s well enough, I want her to recover in my penthouse, I’ll have people set up the guest bedroom, it’ll give me peace of mind that she’s here with m-, with uh, you know protection.”

Sol tries to hide her smirk at Jenna’s slight mistake where she was supposed to say ‘me,’ where she wanted to say ‘me,’ “that’s very sweet of you, it’ll give me some peace of mind too.”

“If you want, I can have another room set up for you?” Jenna kindly offers.

“OH, no, that’s very sweet, but I don’t want to intrude, and plus I have a business to run and I’m not in any danger, thank you though.”

“Of-course, just let me know if you change your mind, and the only thing that poses a danger to you is TMZ stealing your work.” Jenna winks, making Sol laugh, before heading towards her personal garage, separate the the tower’s garage.

Which car today? She thinks to herself, “take the GT3, perfect for a 1am cruise, we can see you wallowing in indecisiveness, this is a problem only you’d have by the way.” Viv speaks, coming from Jenna’s ear piece.

“Heh, you’re right the irish green GT3 is perfect for a 1am cruise, though this won’t be a cruise, more like sweet, sweet revenge.”

“Yuck, never say that again, this isn’t a movie.”

“Hmm, kinda is, but maybe more like a book.”

~~

As you wait for Sol to get back from her little quest, you can’t help but wonder if it’ll just be Sol walking through the doors or will Jenna accompany her. Despite being beaten to a pulp, you remembered everything, you’ve always had a stellar memory and despite all the hurt and pain, there was something about the warmth Jenna encased you in whilst in your arms that washed away the pain, each beat of your heart was in sync with hers and for once she wasn’t the most feared woman in America, she was Jenna.

Just Jenna, with the ability to be vulnerable like everybody else. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, waking up to the lack of her warmth ached you, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t grateful and relieved to see Sol by your side, but deep down your heart longed to be in sync with hers again.

“Hi, my sweet one.”

“Sol!” And only Sol walked through the doors, leaving you deflated, not realising you displayed your disappointment for Sol to see.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologise, it’s okay, I just thought, never mind, it’s stupid.”

“It really isn’t y/n.” Sol takes a seat by your leg on your bed.

“I just want to thank her.”

“She knows you’re thankful, what you really want is her, or do you still hate her?” Sol teases.

You hmph, “I don’t want her.” Is that a lie, y/n? “And I don’t necessarily hate her.”

“Hm, okay, whatever makes you sleep at night, however, if you don’t hate her, why’d you tell her otherwise?”

“You heard about that?”

“Whole tower at this point.”

“I feel like this is karma for being a journalist,” you two share a laugh, taking a deep breath, you confess, “when I ran into her at the mall, she had told me to tell her that I hate her, if I told her that, she would leave me alone, when I told her I hate her, I didn’t mean it in a spiteful way, I meant it in a I don’t want to be a burden to you way, because I knew she would stop at nothing to hurt whoever did this to me, I couldn’t let her get hurt on behalf of me, get hurt in general.”

Viv and Bruce heard all of that through the door so when they walk in, Viv couldn’t help but make a remark, “aw, you do care about her.”

Your face lights up at the sight of your friends, “unfortunately,” you joke.

“How’re ya doing kid?” Bruce speaks first, which surprises everyone in the room.

“I’m doing better, you?”

“I’m not the one who got hurt.”

“Not physically.” Your statement makes Bruce bow his head down a bit, confirming your words to be true.

“I’ll be okay.” He smiles.

“Viv?”

“I’ll be okay too, I’m just glad you’re doing better.” She walks up to you and gives you a tight squeeze.

“OH!” You remember that there was a high possibility Sol and the other two have never met before, “this is Sol, my everything.” Sol smiles and holds your hand.

“Yes, hi, hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Viv sticks out her hand and Sol gracefully accepts.

“Please, pleasure’s all mine, thank you for taking care of her.” Sol giggles at her, “and nice to meet you too, uh?” She turns to Bruce.

Bruce tips his head at her like a mini curtsy, a gentleman he is, “Bruce, ma’am.” Another smile from Sol.

“I don’t mean to interrupt introductions here, but is Jenna around?” You gather up the courage to ask.

“She’s on her way back to the towers.” Viv answers.

“From where?”

“I’ll leave that to her to explain.”

“But let’s not focus on her right now.” Easier said than done. “Jenna is offering you a guest bedroom upstairs to recover in, and trust me, this room may be amazing, but nothing compares to her penthouse.”

“That’s very generous of her, and yeah, whew, her penthouse is something else, she’ll be back soon, right?”

“I’m sure of it.” Viv reassures.

~~

Despite her small stature, Jenna was incredibly strong, evident as she drags a 6ft tall, unconscious man into the elevator as they head towards the dark rooms of the tower, underneath the city, where if Jenna wanted something from an individual, she’d get it.

As they reach the one of the underground levels, the elevator door opens and Jenna is greeted by Viv and Bruce, they wanted to bring a few soldiers, but Jenna insisted this had to be done privately, there was something poetic about her doing this where no one could hear his screams, the same way no one heard yours.

“Here Bruce, take him and tie him down to the chair and wake him up.” Jenna commands, the fury she once welcomed in, back and angrier than ever.

Once Jameson wakes up, his eyes are met with a fiery brown. “Speak.” He laughs at her attempt to be intimidating, “Oh? We’re laughing I see, let’s see if those teeth will still be there when you laugh after I’m done with you.” Jenna balls up her fist and with so much might, punches him in the jaw, knocking him to the side a bit, immediately drawing blood out of his nose and gums.

“That all you got?” He challenges, “I made your little pet scream more.” That was it, that was Jenna’s last straw, no one knows what possessed her, but no one was mad about it, she claw gripped his throat, throwing punches at every part of his face, his blood splattering all over the place, painting Jenna’s white button up, the first 3 buttons now undone from the roughness she delivered.

And with every grin, laugh, snarky remark Jameson displays, Jenna’s punches got harder, one punch being so hard, he falls backwards taking Jenna down with him. Jameson was strong but Jenna was stronger, “Gio was right, y/n does have you wrapped around her finger.”

With one final blow, she nearly renders him unconscious, as she leaps up from him, Jenna mumbles “you don’t get to say her name.”

“Calm down, tiger,” he mutters as the blood pools up in his mouth, spitting it out he continues “she’s not who you think she is, not the angel you see her as.”

Having had enough, she gives him one last hurt, a kick to his ribs, almost promising she broke it as she heard something crack, swiftly followed by a blood curdling scream. “Take him away, deliver him back to Gio but make him crawl his way to him.” With no hesitation, Bruce unties him and drags him away, at Jenna’s side, Viv hands her sanitizing products to clean the blood off her hands, “go, y/n needs you, I can clean this up.” Like Bruce, Jenna leaves with no hesitation, she was a full-blown storm and she needed you to calm her waters down.

~~

Though it was nearly 3am, you had no interest in sleep, instead, you were lost in the silence of the penthouse, being so high up the business of the streets beneath you could not be heard. You thought about the last time you were here, the only time you had been here, before tonight, maybe you were a bit harsh, maybe she deserved it.

As you think about what might’ve happened if you didn’t reject Jenna’s advances, the silence around you allows you to hear an elevator coming up, hopping up quickly, to the best of your ability, you breathe through the stinging pain from your healing body and head out.

“Jenna?” You see a beaten-up Jenna staring at you, fresh from the elevator, only making a couple steps into her penthouse. Though she looked beaten up, the undone buttons, blood splatter all over her shirt, untuck and ruffled up, you knew she wasn’t the one who took the pain, rather, she was the one who gave it. “Jenna?” You say again, hoping this time, your voice would knock her out of her dissociative trance.

“Y/n.” Was all she could mutter out.

You walk closer to her, being inches away from her face, body warmth radiating, your hearts in sync once more, you get déjà vu as this replicates the first night you met her, something about her brown eyes gazing into your soul, as if she were reading every atom in you to know you. “Y/n.” Jenna jolts awake, “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t see me like this.” But before she could turn and leave, you grab her wrist stopping her.

“Stay with me, I don’t want you to leave.”

She slowly grazes her face to yours, her eyes now closed and so are yours, both noses hug each other like a puzzle piece, the speed of your heart now rising to a point you swear it was going to electrocute the both of you from all that static rush, but what Jenna says next would stop your heart.

“Kiss me.”

~~

a/n: did anyone catch the slight 4th wall break and the cigarettes after sex reference hehe. GOODNIGHT OMG IT’S 7AM😭🫶🏽 also smut in ch4 instead of 3 won by like 1 vote 💀

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[house-of-lovin]

Why do I wanna see R get hurt by Damon. Like he loses his shit and punches her, which she tries to hide but fails, and then Damon has the whole R protection squad after him. I'm talking Link, R's team, and The Ortegas! Man better run.

Sorry... angst gremlin has a hold of me. Forgive me 😔

nahh that’d never happen, R would rock Damon’s shit if he ever laid a hand on her and if it’s not her… Link is.

she can def stand up for herself, look how she confronted the paps in ch 3 and how aggressive she got with Damon in chapter 8🤷🏻‍♀️

#ask #legally binded

[alldancersaretalented]

List of previous Studios of Project 21 Dancers

For the dancers with multiple studios, I have clarified that in brackets.

*have graduated

Above the Barre Dance Company -> P21

Bella Puskar (-> The Space)

Academy of Ballet Arts -> P21

Jadyn Dumond (->?)

Allegro Performing Arts Academy

Grace Wilson (->?)

Artistic Motion -> P21

Esme Chou (The Company -> Club -> Artistic Motion -> P21 -> WDP)

Avanti Dance -> P21

Hadley Schulz (-> Mather)

Avis Dance -> P21

Kalea Hidalgo (-> Yorba Linda -> The Space)

Capistrano Dance Academy -> P21

Richie Granese

Center Stage Dance Academy -> P21

Kelly Sweeney (-> Stopped Competing)*

Chavarria Institute of the Arts -> P21

Isabella Kouznetsova (-> WDP)

Diana Kouznetsova (-> WDP)

Club Dance Studio -> P21

Elsie Check (-> Club Dance)

Brooklyn Cooley (-> Club Dance)

Daylyn Lucky (-> Club Dance)

Kelsey Millar (-> Club Dance -> Studio of Arizona)*

Addison Moffett*

Cami Ritzler (-> Club Dance)

Dance Connection 2 -> P21

Davyd Williams*

DanceLova Dance Academy -> P21

Makeila Bartlett

Madison Ng (-> N10)

Dance Precision -> P21

Dyllan Blackburn (-> Mather)

Jordyn Blackburn*

Kaelyn Choe (-> Dance Precision)

Abbey Choi*

Gwen Choi*

Nina Choi*

Isabella Dimopolous (-> Innovative Dance Studios)

Malia Gardner (->?)

Selena Hamilton (The Dance Spot -> Dance Precision -> P21)

Brooklyn Jara (-> Dance Precision)

Brooklyn Ladia

Melia Mariano*

Sara Najm (->Chavarria Institute of the Arts)

Alexis Ramirez (->?)*

Zoe Rossi (-> Dance Connection 2?)

Ava Sinchinalchi (->OCPAA)*

Brooklyn Stafford

Kimberly Tobias (->?)*

Reggie Valdez (-> Launch Brea Space)

Lauren Wallingford*

Dellos Dance -> P21

Brooklyn Jones (Dellos -> P21 -> Dellos)

Chloe Jones (Dellos -> P21 -> Dellos)

Isabella Rivera (-> K2)

Fusion Studios -> P21

Aura Dela Cruz

Haus of Royals -> P21

Kaitlyn Ortega (->Mather)

Maddie Ortega (->Mather)

Impact Dance Center

Shane Higa (Stopped Competing)

Juliana's School of Dance -> P21

Katie Couch (-> WDP -> P21)

Kami Couch (-> WDP -> P21)

Kenzie Couch (-> WDP -> P21)

Just Plain Dancin' -> P21

Danie Riveroy (-> OCPAA)

K2 Studios -> P21

Zeke Lindsey (OCPAA -> K2 -> P21)

Leilani Lawlor

KBM Talent -> P21

Ava Woinarowicz (-> DKCBA -> P21 -> Stopped Competing)

Mather Dance Company -> P21

Taytem Bisono (Adage -> Mather -> P21 ->?)

Bella Machado (P21 -> OCPAA)

Jillian Mahan (OCPAA -> Mather -> P21 ->?)

Haley Messick*

Madelyn Nasu (OCPAA -> Mather -> P21)

McCoy Rigby Conservatory of the Arts-> P21

Regan Gerena

Move Dance Academy -> P21

Gracyn French (On Pointe Dance Studio -> Move -> P21)

Murrieta Dance Project -> P21

Jaidyn Dumond (->?)

N10 -> P21

Kira Lieberman (Pacific -> N10 -> P21)

Notion Dance -> P21

Sienna Carlston*

OCPAA -> P21

Raven Alanes (->Studio Fusion)

Olivia Armstrong

Aleena Aoun (-> WDP)*

Mackenzie Auger (-> WDP)*

Madi Beerer (Talent Factory -> OCPAA -> P21)

Lexie Cavanaugh (-> Chavarria Institute)*

CeCe Chung

Sammi Chung

Jamieson Deacy (Stopped Competing)

Kendyl Fay (-> High School Dance)

Nyla McCarthy (-> Mather)

Audrina Mossembecker (->?)

Avery Olsen (-> OCPAA)

Chloe Solinger (-> CHs Dance Company)

Haley Stoico (Stopped Competing)

Laci Stoico (-> The Space)

Sara Von Rotz

Charlotte Watters (-> RockStar)

Leighton Werner

Rylee Young (Stopped Competing)

Onstage Dance Centre -> P21

Liliana Barajas (Elite Artist Dance Company -> Ostage Dance Centre -> P21)

Pave School of the Arts -> P21

Delaney Anbarden

Elliana Anbarden

Mady Kim

Elle O'Donnell*

Avery Reyes

Pacific Dance -> P21

Kai Armitage (->?)

Jenna Koblin (Stopped Competing)

Brielle Lieberman

Brooklyn Lieberman

Katie Nguyen (->?)

Kelly Nguyen*

Loila Rhee

Dawson Walker*

Perception Dance Company -> P21

Berkeley Scifres

Brystin Scifres

Performing Arts Academy of Marin -> P21

Zuzu Duchon*

Premier Youth Dance Company

Allison Choi

Richter Dance Company -> P21

Dillon Barron

Peyton Barron (Richter -> Variant -> P21 -> The Space)

Rhythm Dance Center -> P21

Lexi Blanchard

South Coast Conservatory -> P21

Cali Cassidy (P21 -> OCSA Ballroom)

Studio 1 Dance Academy -> P21

Emma Rose Crawford (-> IAF Studios -> Southland Ballet Academy -> Amirian Ballet Academy)

Studio Fusion -> P21

Tiana Heaton (->?)

Studio X -> P21

Chloe Mirabal

Savanna Musman

Demi Ulloa

Aliya Yen

The Company -> P21

Stella Ebert

Winter Ebert (-> Company -> Mather)

Imogene Elias (-> Company)

The Dance Spot -> P21

Isabella Warfield (-> Mather)

The Difference Dance Company

JoJo Jessen (Premier Dance -> Difference -> P21)*

The Industry Dance Academy -> P21

Anya Inger (The Rage -> Art Code -> Industry Dance -> P21 -> Stopped Competing)

The Rage -> P21

Delilah Hewitt (->The Space)

The Royal Underground -> P21

Milan Furtado (Stopped Competing)

The Talent Factory -> P21

Brooke Masters (->?)

Perris Amento*

Vision Dance Company

Kaitlyn Yi (-> WDP)*

WSCA -> P21

Tatum Brady (-> Studio Fusion -> WDP)

Maya Loureiro (->OCSA focused)

Tyra Polke (->The Rock Center For Dance)

Honestly no clue:

Bella Garcia*

Brooklyn Vara (->Define Dance Space)

Faith Montoya

Haley Reeder

Isha Das*

Jacqueline David*

Janae Holster (-> Movement Studios)

Kalea Hidalgo (-> Yorba Linda -> The Space)

Katelin McDermott*

#project 21 #molly #molly long #dance