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infernalodie · 2 years ago

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐱 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, "𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴"“

Inspo: Cigarettes After Sex - Falling In Love

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Male!reader x Emma Myers

Summary: Even if you lost everything, you won when you got to call them yours...

Warnings: Fluff with faint angst, but mainly fluff

Words: 2337

“Why am I nervous? Why am I sweating so much?” Jenna couldn’t take her eyes off you, unable to deviate from the faint tremble in your figure. Hands held out in front of you, clenching and unclenching in an attempt to steady yourself. Emma stood by with her hands clasped together, staring at your worriedly.

The two had to follow you out of the auditorium, only knowing that you needed a breather. Understandably, you were nominated just like Jenna, but this was also your first Golden Globes and national event. You just wanted to be on your motorcycle and ride on the outskirts of Cali until the sun was setting. At least then you felt stable enough to breathe.

“Should we get help?” Emma inquired softly, stepping towards you. Glancing at her leg, you shook your head and wrapped an arm around it. Pulling the cigarette from your lips and sighed, a cloud blossoming in the air. She crouched by your side, arms loosely wrapped around your neck where she pressed a kiss to your temple.

Jenna sat behind you on the steps. The cool breeze hit the bare parts that her dress didn’t cover. Not given the same luxury as the leather jacket that was on Emma, which was given by you. Yet, it’s like she understood why and didn’t fight about it because if you and her were being honest, Emma was the baby out of the three of you. In the sense that the two of you coddled her and gave her everything she wanted. So, Jenna didn’t have any problem leaning into your back, arms wrapped around your torso with a gentle sigh falling from her lips.

“Do you want me to go up for you?” Jenna asked quietly in your ear. “Tell them that you couldn’t because you felt sick?”

Their comfort and love were irreplaceable. And it was crazy for you to think of a time before you met the two and just watched their own movies and TV shows. Now, having them in your life, able to call them yours was realistically complicated, but never once did you doubt it could work. Because you believed they were meant for you and they were meant for each other. A true love story as it can possibly get.

Lowering a hand to grasp Jenna’s, you shook your head. “I just need to get my bearings and I’ll be fine,” you reassured. “You should head inside. I’ll be inside in a few.” Glancing up at Emma, you sniffled. “Go with her.”

The two girl’s sat there for a moment, contemplation in their mind with their eyes solely focused on you. “You know we love you, right?” Emma inquired gently, nails gently baring to graze your skin. Relaxing you further than the cigarette had been capable of doing. “Like, really, really love you?” She cooed, pressing her face into your cheek with a giggle.

A twitch of a smile appeared on your lips, humming in acknowledgement as the girl grinned, kissing the corner of your mouth. That’s when you felt teeth nip at the shell of your ear. “And you know we’ll be by your side through anything?” Jenna whispered, voice husky and deep to the point that you could feel the faint heartbeat of arousal pool in the pit of your gut.

“If your goal is to get me in “the mood”, you are getting your wish,” you grumbled, hearing Jenna giggle, pressing a kiss to your pulse point.

“We just love you, Y/n,” she stated. “We want you to feel relaxed when we go back in. If you can’t do it, we aren’t leaving your side.”

Her words were like waves of love. Ever so often, the wave would reach up onto the shore of your mind and heart. Leaving trails of her love before coming back and continuing the cycle. Yet her words and Emma’s loving touches made you think of a place far away from here. A place where the three of you could be alone and happy. Able to show one another your guys’ love without the prying eyes of media and personalities seeking to justify or weigh their opinion on your guys’ relationship. Because it was unique, but that’s what you loved the most about it. The uniqueness that no one else decided to explore because of the fear of judgment. You could care less because these two women were a part of you; heart and soul.

You hadn’t ever deserved either of them in your life. And it’d been a complete whim that Guy Ritchie hired them for the part they played in the show with you. But there wasn’t anything you would change if it meant you got to call them yours, and you theirs.

“I love you both,” you muttered, running your hands along your legs. “Let’s get this over and done with.” Both standing with you, all three of you made your way to the auditorium. Jenna parted both yours and Emma’s sides, giving the both of you a kiss on the cheek before disappearing backstage.

But before the two of you could get far, Emma grabbed your forearm. Halting your movements as she reached up and fiddled with your jacket. “You look like a mess,” she mumbled, tightening your tie. “Once this is over, we’ll head home and we can all just relax and-”

“Do you guys want to get a house?” The question had been out of the blue and provoking to Emma’s developing plan. Snapping her gaze up at you quizzically as you sighed. “I’ve been thinking for a bit and I want to get a house in Iceland, you know? Maybe one by the ocean. Maybe one in the forest or in the mountains.” Meeting her gaze, you found shock swimming in the pretty light brown haired girl’s baby-blue eyes. Overwhelmed and drowned in multiple thoughts that you had placed on her without warning or consideration. “But if you guys don’t want to, I understand. I just thought that it could be a place for us and it could be under my name, so it’s my responsibility-”

Before you could finish, Emma’s hands grabbed your face and yanked you down into a kiss. The action nearly knocked all the wind out of you as you reached down, cupping her jaw and pressing further into her. And although the kiss was short and bittersweet by its length, it gave you a shot of adrenaline.

Emma pulled away about an inch, she smiled. “I’m sure Jenna would love that idea as much as I do.” Hearing that made your lips widen as you pressed a kiss to the girl’s forehead.

You didn’t deserve her.

After moving through the crowd and tables of elites in your field of work, you found your table. Jon greeted you with a drink and Guy Ritchie gave you a smile. Emma held your hand under the table as the screens lit up with the nominees for the best lead actor/actress in a Drama/Action series. Your name popped up and it made you become levelled with Earth and aware that there was a huge chance you didn’t win. And not much could be said about it from you because, in the end, you won either way.

Jenna came out on stage with a smile on her face and that beautiful dress of hers. Holding the pamphlet that either held your prestige in this business or someone else. “Tonight, I am very honoured to be announcing a Golden Globe for all the wonderful nominees and for an actor that will permanently leave me traumatized until my old age,” she quipped, giggling when the crowd chuckled as she sighed. “But that’s Y/n’s fault–Love you, sweetheart!’

You laughed, raising a hand in acknowledgement as the girl smiled brightly at you. “The Golden Globe for best lead actor in Drama/Action goes to…” There was a drumroll that filled your ears. An imaginative one created by the sound of your heart that echoed through your body. But when Jenna opened the pamphlet, a gasp fell from her lips, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked up and spoke into the mic. “Y/n Y/L/N!”

The crowd of your idols and mentors clapped, bringing you to reality as you stared at Jenna, who had announced your win. A large smile on her lips as you looked at Emma. Her face was bright as ever as she leaned over and gave you a hug, kissing you on the cheek. Jon Bernthal patted your shoulder as you stood up and gave Emma a proper hug. Kissing her on the forehead before taking her hand and guiding her up onto the stage.

Once on stage, you took the trophy and hugged Jenna tightly. “I love you, so much.” Jenna leaned back, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before parting. Both girls were standing to the side a foot or two away as you stared off into the crowd with parted lips.

“Um…” You were lost for words, looking down at the trophy, you laughed. “Just like Jeremy Allen White said, “shit”.” The crowd laughed as you inhaled deeply. “I'm going to be honest, I didn’t write anything because I didn’t think I would win, so I’m just going to go off the cuff for this. So, bare with me.”

Shifting your weight from leg to leg, you stuffed your hand in your pocket and sighed. “In the making of this movie, I went through hell and back, you know?” Your nose twitched, lips wobbling faintly. “Jon and I talked a lot before we even started filming and he helped me get into the persona and the mindset of “Cooper”. And it was a lot of looking inside myself, pulling my past feelings of pain, sorrow, anger, rage, and bringing it to the surface in scenes.” Wiping your nose with the back of your hand, you laughed as you glanced up at the crowd. “How Emma was still able to talk to me after the movie was finished is beyond me, but I love that girl every day that goes by.”

But slowly, that smile faded with a sorrowful look appearing. Pain in your chest made your grip the award tighter as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “But a lot of that was real, you know?” You said. “The movie was violent and an insight into the ways of trauma that are very real and I wanted to make sure I showed that to my best capability. Jenna and Emma can attest that most of the scenes they were in with me were some of the most disturbing scenes because Cooper was broken. I was living in the shoes of someone who’d lost the love of his life, his family, and everything he knew to be real right in front of him.”

The day you shared the set with those two had been nerve-racking. Primarily because the scene involved you covered in fake blood, and a prop gun, and you were shirtless choking Jenna out. Now, Jenna told you it was the hottest scene she did with you, but you would have to disagree. Because of that rage Cooper was meant to feel in the scene, the sadness, you felt like you were him. That you were Cooper and you were a traumatized young adult looking for the people that took everything away from you.

“And a lot of you know that I lost a lot of people in the time with me filming this show,” you pointed out. “So, trying to find the line between reality and fantasy, Cooper and me, it was a tough juggling process that I wouldn’t have done without everyone that worked on the project. So, thank you. This movie was something I never thought would receive the attention it did. So, Jon Bernthal, thank you, brother!’ The man in question raised a drink, smiling ear to ear. Making you chuckle as you pointed at him. “Thank you for taking me under your wing and being alone with me in the making of this film. Guy Ritchie, thank you for choosing me when you could’ve had anyone else play the role. I am forever in your debt, my friend.”

Then you turned to the two girl’s beside you, smiling widely with tears in your eyes at the sight of them. “And my co-stars, Emma and Jenna, my two beautiful angels, thank you for being by my side through it all and bringing a smile to my face when I was down in the dumps,” you wept. “I don’t think I would still be here if it wasn’t for your constant love and bombarding momentum of affection that I seek every single day.” Taking a moment to breathe, you sighed and shook your head as your unwavering gaze stayed put. “Even if I didn’t win this, I knew I won when I got to have both of you in my life. I love both of you. Thank all of you!”

Raising the trophy, you turned to the two girls and hugged them. Walking off stage, sharing a few hugs with Guy and Jon before wishing them a good night. You, Jenna, and Emma leaving and heading to the apartment in hopes of a quick wind down. Because although you could drink the night away, you wanted to spend it with those two more than anything else in the world. No amount of money could get you to talk to the press they would likely ask about your relationship with the two girls. They saw what they saw and they can take that and run with it.

“Did you really mean that?” Jenna asked, laying against your shoulder with Emma passed out on your other side. Lifting her head to look up at your exhausted features. You smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips.

“You and Emma are all I need.”