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makncheese12 · 1 year ago

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Summary: what are the odds of meeting a pretty dark haired girl in your uncles bar?

A/N: I do not know Romanian so I used Google translate, GIVE ME A BREAK😭

This is for the short girlies since everyone is apparently taller than Jenna😔

Anything like in italics (I think that’s the word?) is Romanian.

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

A groan escapes your lips as your head bops up against the shoulder of the boy carrying you in a direction you didn’t know nor did you care.

Your only worry was the fact that every time your head hit his shoulder it would throb as if you were banging it against a pole but if you tried to lift it up to stop it would only grow worse and your muscles holding you up would go out.

Maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much last night. You certainly didn’t think so while you were drinking but as of now, you wanted to bury yourself alive with how you felt.

Another groan as you watch your arms dangle loosely. “Why are you so bumpy?..” you drag out making the man holding you chuckle lightly.

“I’m being as gentle as I can, besides it’s what you get for drinking most of the night.” He laughs as you rest your cheek on his shoulder, beard stubble tickling your face as you do so.

The smell of shaving cream filling your senses as you look up toward his freshly shaven mullet.

“I didn’t drink that much..” you mumble, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. A loud snort comes from him as he rounds a corner.

“Not that much? You were trying to start a fight with a street cat calling it papa.” He laughs and you groan once again. “We come back from a tour and you expect me not to celebrate?”

Three months away from your home town and around the United States with your band and it was far more than a success. Though they were already big in the world and you had only just joined last year, the people seemed to love you just as much as they loved the older members.

It was thrilling, really. Being on stage with hundreds of people watching for the first time after their guitarist left and was replaced by you. It was nerves wracking at first but once the adrenaline came in they were long gone.

A lot of the people were pissed off about how they had replaced the other member so easily and it hit headlines quick after your first performance, people debating if you should even be in the band.

There was even a petition going around for you to be kicked out of the band so the originals could be the only ones. A petty little thing you weren’t really worried about.

And you didn’t care in all honesty, about any of it. As long as you got to play and make music. And after joining the band, your streams from your own songs went up on every music platform.

You of course didn’t show off as much as your bands mates, it was still their show and you were just a prop to make them sound good.

“Let’s not forget how you broke down in tears when the cat ran off.” He completely ignores your earlier statement as the memory resurfaces inside his head, you falling to your knees and reaching for the empty space in front of you.

“Shut up Mikey.” You mumble as he steps up the stairs to the bar, your head bouncing against his shoulder much rougher before he steps inside, the loud bell above the door startled you slightly causing a jolt to invade your body.

“Ah, there’s the little rockstar.” A voice booms through the air as Mikey places you on the floor, arms and legs sprawled out. “Was your fourteen hour nap good, or did you want to sleep some more on the floor?” The room fills with laughter, men and woman in different sizes watch as you sit up slowly.

“Suck my dick.” You say giving him the finger as a man grabs under your arm pit and hulls you up. “Let’s sober you up for tonight.” He chuckles before guiding you to the bar.

You look up toward the much larger man, gray and black being swept back by his bandana, cigarette resting on his ear. His black tank top stretched across his large torso, showing the large amount of tattoos. You would have thought he was mean looking if you didn’t know him.

As soon as you take your seat, your eyes spot the French fries and burger in front of another large man. You reach over and begin shoving a few in your mouth.

“Hey Terri.” You mumble and a grunt in response comes from the man as he watches you steal a large amount of his fries from his plate.

“Did you miss me?” You ask, smiling wide as you look up at the man and watch as his mouth quirks up into a little smirk. He didn’t talk much but you grew to know what didn’t little things meant.

“Ah, shucks!” You say, your own smile growing as you punch his shoulder. He didn’t budge.

As you reach for another handful of fries when suddenly a hand comes down quickly and smacks your hand making you yank back your arms and look up to see the older woman who glares at you.

“Stop stealing Terri’s food.” A frown forms on your face as you lean into the man. “Terri doesn’t mind,” you start before looking up to him. “Do you Terri?”

He grunts in response before his eyes go back to the overhead tv. “See? He doesn’t mind.” You reach out to grab another but she’s quick to smack your hand again before taking his plate, most likely to get him more fries.

Just as she enters the kitchen your uncle comes back out with a plate full of chicken and an empty glass.

He sets the plate in front of you before filling the glass with a clear liquid.

“You start in forty.” He says as he leans against the counter to watch as you scarf down the food on your plate, a small smile resting on his face.

“Did you hear, they’re doing a little show nearby and a bunch of actors are staying in town.” He tells you before sitting up from his leaning position on the counter.

“What’s that got to do with me?” Your voice muffled through your food as you narrow your eyes at the man.

“I want you to behave,” there was a small warning in his voice, one you had heard countless times. It was as if he was asking you to challenge him or disobey. Though most of the time you did, you couldn’t help but gulp lightly.

“This town is a quiet one, let’s keep it that way?” A request? Surely he didn’t think you were that dumb to try and bring chaos into his quiet world.

You may have enjoyed a loud life, but he certainly didn’t. Preferring you to just keep your loud music to a certain level while you played in his bar or the club down town.

You roll your eyes as you shove another piece of chicken into your mouth. “Just because Jonas leaked out location last time doesn’t mean I will.” You huff out quietly, remembering back to the time when the boy had fans rolling into your camping grounds.

“I’m just saying, no funny business.” He says raising his hands up in defense before walking away. You grumble quietly as you continue eating your food.

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“What do you plan on playing?” Mikey asks as you push your guitar box across the stage. “I haven’t decided yet.”

His face drops into an annoyed look as you open your book and begin flipping through the pages.

“You start in five minutes and you mean to tell me, you don’t know what you’re going to play?” He asks, noses scrunching up slightly as you flip through your work, unpublished songs filled the notebook. Ones you preferred only to play for your towns people.

“My head is still pounding give me a break.” You mumble as you continue flipping through the pages to see what best fit the mood for tonight. You glance around for a moment, a few people play pool and laugh. Others say drinking and quietly conversating. That left the already drunk people who were dancing around the floor and laughing, most of the people drinking now would join the eventually.

It was how it was most nights, doke nights quiet and others full of people; these nights were usually on Fridays.

Fridays were your favorites, ever since you were little when your uncle first brought you into his bar on a Friday after school. Most of your friends were made playing poker, being taught how to really play whether it be cheating, lying or playing truthfully. All you knew was that you were one hell of a poker player and knew everyone’s poker face like the back of your hand.

Sure you couldn’t drink alcohol but that didn’t stop you from having your uncle keep a few jugs of apple juice behind the counter.

You hum quietly before looking through the pages once again. But before you could the book is snatched from your hands all too quickly as Mikey races off.

You stand there for a moment, mind calculating what had just happened before you rush after him. You wouldn’t have really cared if there weren’t songs in their you weren’t exactly proud of and would be teased for months on end for.

“Come here you skinny bastard!” You call out pushes the chairs he had jumped over out of your way. He jumps over the counter before jumping up sliding it into an empty slot made for a different cups.

Your eyes widen as your rush over toward the slot and he slides over the counter once again.

You gape up toward the book that hung out slightly, before reaching up on your tip toes. You don’t even come close to touching it before jumping up, finger tips just barely grazing over the spine before huffing out in frustration as quiet laughs are heard behind you.

Your head whips around to see the source was Mikey, Jonas, your uncle and two younger looking men as they watch in amusement.

“You think this is funny?” You ask voice more than serious as they continue to chuckle to themselves. “Not at all,” your uncle says, eyes scrunching from smiling too hard.

“Just wondering why you don’t reach up and grab it like a normal person.” Your eyes widen and jaw clenches as your glare intensifies, face scrunching up in anger as the men continue to laugh.

“Average! I’m average!” You yell out, arms being thrown up in the air only making them laugh harder.

“Average my ass, your missing a few inches for that darlin’.” Jonas says shaking his head and you narrow your eyes at him.

He couldn’t talk, he was only a five foot nine fully grown man, at least you had an excuse being a woman.

“Come on, guys!” You groan out. “I need to choose a song and now I barely have time.”

“Choose from the heart.” Mikey says in a sing song voice, placing his hand over where his heart was.

“You know my memory is bad.” You grumble before turning back around to look up at the book, the edge taunting you as you do so.

Huffing out, you walk back up to the shelf before placing a foot your foot on the sturdiest thing and pull yourself, making sure your grip on the cabinets are tight as you reach up for the book.

Still, it was out of reach and you huff out as you bring your other foot above the over and once again pull yourself up, fingers grazing over the book. With one last stretch you grasp the book and a victorious smile forms on your face.

It’s quickly wiped off as two fingers jab into your sides and you lose your grip on both the book and and the cabinet.

You hit the floor with a loud thud and groan out, head pounding once again.

Your eyes land on a laughing Mikey as he holds his stomach, and hurting from suddenly laughing so hard.

You grumble loudly as you get to your feet, bolting at him but he quickly moves out of the way and around the bar.

The two of you run around, people moving out of your way and you move around and under people. Some laugh at your antics while others roll their eyes in annoyance, to used to the two of you acting like this.

Just as you round around a corner, you bump into a hard surface. Harder enough to knock you onto the floor.

A loud high pitch noise emits from the back of your throat as you roll on the ground to see who you had bumped into.

Your eyes land on a tall man, haired pulled back into a rat tail of a pony tail as his eyes widen while staring down at you, a large group not too far behind him.

“Well are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help up a poor woman in need?” You grumble, noise scrunches slightly in annoyance when all he does is look at you.

“Damn tourist.” You mumble before being pulled up forcefully off the ground. Suddenly you’re not longer in pain from hitting the floor as you begin hitting his chest.

“Don’t touch me!” You call out, watching his smile grow before it looks to the man who had knocked you over raising his eyebrows.

“You’re American?” He asks, accent thick as he looks throughout the group around the small round table and you can’t help but do the same. And boy were you glad you did.

Everyone was more than beautiful, no flaws in any of their features as you look over their faces. One man had luxurious hair you were more than jealous of while the girl next to him lacked it.

Your eyes continue to travel over the group before a particular black haired girl caught your eye and you can’t help the way your hearts skips a beat and begins to speed up. Was this what a heart attack felt like?

Freckles littered across her face, dark eyes watching the interaction carefully looking between the three of you as if something bad was about to happen.

“I am so sorry.” The man says, putting his hands up and looking between you two. “It’s alright, it’s her fault for running around like a mad woman.” Mikey replies chuckle lightly but you can’t find yourself to react as you continue stare at the woman.

Her eyes soon land on you and your heart pounds even more, not noticed the other sets of eyes on you. The way her eyes bore into yours makes your palms sweat and you can’t help but gulp lightly as the next words come out of your mouth.

“You’re very pretty.” You say unconsciously as a snort is heard beside you. The girl only furrows her eyebrows in confusion along with the others. Right, tourist. Most don’t know how to speak your language.

But you still can’t help continue to stare, eyes staying locked with hers, palms becoming sweaty at her lack of reaction even if you knew she couldn’t speak your language.

“Alright love girl,” the man says as he lifts you up under your arm pits and carries you toward the stages, eyes never leaving the woman as the people who heard nearby smirk or laugh to themselves. “Let’s get you away from the embarrassment so we can go on stage.”

“They won’t know, they’re tourist.” You mumble as he sits you down on the stage. “And what about the song?” You ask, eyes traveling back toward the book still stuck in the slot.

“I chose one.” Jonas says as he holds out a CD case with sharpie marker written on top of it. A smile forms on your face at the realization of the song before looking up to him. It wasn’t one of your songs but it was definitely one of his favorites.

“How’d you get this on CD?” You ask tapping it in your other hand lightly. He shrugs after fixing his septum piercing and taking the CD. “There are things called printers, you know?” He states making you roll your eyes hard as you stand up on the stage.

Your eyes land on a large group of people you had recognized from down the street and now you really see where he got it from as they all wait in anticipation nearby the dance area.

“Hope your ready to wake up with a sore throat Mikey.” You laugh out as people begin to groan or cheer around the room.

“Everyone got ear plugs that want it?” Your uncle says before holding up the little baggies and people go rushing toward him.

You laugh as you finish setting up the electric guitar and Jonas takes his seat behind his drums.

You can’t help your eyes from traveling toward the group as the small round table, drinks both empty and full litter around the table as they all look around confused. Oh, how you loved chasing off tourist.

You watch as Mikey taps the microphone making a phump phump noise before smiling and looking back at you. He sends you a wink as you raise the strap around your shoulders.

You start the beat off soft, smiling lightly as the group begins to cheer and the customers whistle before your fingers become far more aggressive and Mikey’s high pitched voices yells into the mic, the once silent room filled with loud music you could probably hear down at your apartment if you strained your ears enough.

This wasn’t exactly the music you or your three person band made but it was the request for the night, and who were any of you to deny the fans?

Your eyes travel around the room as sweat begins to roll down your face, hair strands coming undo as you move your head around.

You see your uncle cleaning dishes with a large smile on his face as he watches you all, shaking his head lightly at the crowd as the dance around like a bunch of animals.

Then you look around the room, one or two people annoyed as they drink while the others watch or dance before you look toward the small circle table.

Most of their group watched the people around the room, one held their hands to their ears and one watched your performance. One that made your heart beat more than it was from the adrenaline of playing.

Her eyes stayed glued to you, at least you thought with how far away she seemed. You’re eyes were definitely glued to her.

It seemed to make you sweat a little more the thought of her looking at you made your nerves hit the roof, something you had never felt before. You didn’t even know the woman, hell you didn’t even know what she sounded like and she had you feeling like this. A smirk plays onto your face as you watch her, if she was watching her why not give her a little show? Mikey then steps toward you, mic close to both of your mouths as you sing with him with his voice far higher than yours mixing perfectly.

He had a different look on his face than he did when he went up on stage, usually he looked tense and forcing himself to get loose with the music but now he looked more than loose. He looked comfortable and ready to play for the rest of the night if he could.

Maybe being back home wouldn’t be so bad after all.

A/N: oh don’t you worry y’all, the next chapter there will be interactions, give it time😏 like my others it’s just a little introductory.

This one won’t be as slow burn I suppose😒

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams #scream #tara carpenter #vada cavell #scream 6 #jenna ortega fanfic

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imeanwhynotbruv · 2 years ago

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I love your mowglie!Spider au!!!!! Considering the scenario that Spider does get captured, and for some reason, cannot be rescued, how do you think Quaritch would react because his kid doesn’t speak any english and is just so…feral?

I feel like he’d be pretty strict into pushing Spider into the “right lifestyle” like similar in Caught by naavispider

I think the RDA would experiment on him and find another way to put a tracker on him as well.

Unrelated, but does Spider have his own Ikran?

Quaritch meets feral Spider

Omg I love this! if it did happen I think it would go something like this.

Quaritch wouldn’t realise anything was wrong with Spider other than the fact he could breathe he air at first, and for the sake of things let’s say they still lock him in that room until he wakes up.

The first thing Spider would notice is the lack of Eywa around him, but it was so much worse than any of the times where he was in the lab with the Sullys.

So Spider starts to panic and lash out but with way more force, I’m talking screaming, growling, swearing in broken Na’vi and bashing his hands against everything until they start bleeding.

Quaritch finally enters the room, for fear that Spider will seriously hurt himself. When the door opens Spider gets low to the ground and starts growling, the same way a Thanator would before it’s attack.

Quaritch starts trying to speak to Spider to calm him down, but it only makes Spider madder because he can’t understand a word he’s saying and the bright lights are irritating his eyes.

Quaritch moves closer and reaches for Spider, only for the kid to dodge around. Quaritch tries again but this time manages to actually get a hold on the boy.

So Spider does the only thing he can think of to do.

He doe the thing that he does best.

Spider bites.

Quaritch is shocked at how the kids jaw seems to lock into place, sharp teeth digging quickly through his skin and drawing blood.

Quaritch whacks Spider away in surprised panic after he can’t shake the kid off.

Spider growls at him as blood is smeared all over his lips and chin and Quaritch curses and yells at him.

Spider only continues to growl and yell in Na’vi before he attacks again.

Quaritch lashes out on instinct and ends up knocking Spider out. He feels a sort of mix of confusion and shock as he looks at this feral child lying on the floor, he also refuses to acknowledge the feeling of guilt in his gut as he puts the kid back on the bed and walks out.

Later when they’re patching him up he asks what the fuck was that about and then he gets told that it’s very likely that the kid didn’t understand what he was saying.

Quaritch refuses to believe it at first but agrees to try again using this Na’vi translation thing (think futuristic google translate😭😂)

Quaritch try’s talking to Spider and the kid hates the machine, like with a passion, because how dare it speak the great mothers language with no soul (I hope that makes sense).

But finally it’s confirmed that Spider can’t speak English.

Quaritch is in shock before he becomes outraged, starts cursing and blaming Sully for Spider being the way he is.

He decides he’s going to make the kid normal if it kills him.

It starts off with Quaritch cutting his hair, Spider isn’t bothered by the hair itself but he’s pissed at this demon touching him and trying to change something about him. Spider also doesn’t really understand what’s going on because Quaritch’s impatient ass could be bother to translate it for the kid…safe to say Quaritch gets bitten…..a lot.

They then try to put Spider in normal clothes and the kid is just not having it, he kicks and screams while the try to put it on and when they finally succeed he takes them off and rips them immediately after.

Quaritch eventually gets tired of watching the scientists and a few soldiers manhandling the kid so he basically tells them to all fuck off and just throws a pare of loses shorts at Spider so he doesn’t end up naked.

Spider doesn’t like sleeping in any of the beds, normally he’d just climb under them and everyone gets fed up of trying to get him so actully sleep in the bed.

News of the feral boy spreads quickly so they start taking him for tests. He freaks out every time so they have to fight him until he can be sedated, this obviously traumatises the kid because they are all awful people who don’t care about his discomfort as long as they get results.

There’s only so much screaming Quaritch can take before he puts a stop to it and says he’ll figure out a way to get some of the results they want. This gains him a little of Spiders trust….well, enough of it that he doesn’t keep getting bitten.

They agree to let Quaritch try his method and take Spider outside after the imbed a chip into his arm.

Quaritch is later horrified as he finds Spiders face and hand bloody after using both his teeth and a knife from the canteen to remove said chip.

Nobody’s really willing to try that again so they settle on making on collar. Spider screeches about it for hours but hey, he can’t get it off and he’s not biting himself anymore.

So they finally take him outside, completely sure that he wouldn’t be able to escape.

They were wrong.

Once Spider was in the forest again, eywa could get to her child, could save her child and fight the people who hurt him….eywa could do something

And Eywa was pissed.

The minuet they were away from the base the animals started attacking, it started slow. Just a few rocks being thrown, growls from the bushes…then the animals started attacking all at once.

Spider took his chance once he felt the great mother’s presence urging him to run, he didn’t hesitate.

Eywa led him towards his Ikran, a magnificent creature second only to the Toruk, but it’s body had been battered and scarred from old fights, it queue had long since been mutilated and torn off.

Spider is extremely relieved to be reunited with his winged friend who flys him high up into the hallelujah mountains.

The Recoms retreat back into the base and Quaritch is pissed when he finds out they can’t track Spider.

Eywa sends a message to Mo’at who sends scientist up to the mountains where they find Spider and remove the collar before they take him back to camp.

Spider is happy to see mo’at but he’s upset to know the Sully’s left, Eywa comforts him and he takes his Ikran to find them, trusting Eywa and the Ikran to lead the way.

Then they get to the Metkeyina and that’s just whole other ballpark of fun.

Tuk is very happy to have Spider back to threaten others with😏

I really loved this! Thank you for the ask! Let me know if any of you have any other questions ❤️

I hope you enjoyed⭐️

#avatar 2 #spider socorro #avatar twow #avatar the way of water #miles spider socorro #Mowglie!SpiderAu #avatar wow #avatar quaritch #miles quaritch #feral spider #Spider has an Ikran #asks open

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ray-vnn · 2 years ago

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Watching aloto in Spanish

Episodes 1 and 2

Some other thoughts x xx

Lupe’s letter Eng and Esp

Idk how to format stuff here and am too useless, but here, have my notes on the Spanish dub for episode 3:

Something funny, or interesting given that I see no reason for it, is that to work around the fact that Lupe speaks English and Spanish they swapped English for Italian. So since the “main” language is Spanish and everyone speaks it, they had to give her another one for her telling Esti to mind her business and Maybelle asking for that “I’m a happy lady” line. Hope there’s a reason somewhere for it being Italian lol so instead of saying “soy una mensa” (I’m an idiot/stupid) she says “sono una merda” which according to google means ‘ I’m a shit ’

The Shellfish wordplay. This one was weird 😭 I kind of get it, I think. But it doesn’t make A LOT of sense. Ok so, In English it says ‘shellfish’ bc they were talking about the clam with the machine gun, right? So it’s about sea animals or whatever, I’m an engineer not biologist🥲 Now, in the dubbing it doesn’t really make for a wordplay with those words. Bc Shellfish and selfish are pretty similar. But in Spanish Shellfish is ‘mariscos/moluscos’ and selfish is ‘egoísta’ so not much to go by, right? Right. Instead they use the word ‘Protagonista’ (protagonist) which wreaking my brain, I’ve come to the conclusion that it tries to play with the fact that Stars (like yk famous people AND constellations) are pretty much as close to a protagonist as one can get. So Greta kinda says ‘you’re a Protagonist’ instead of ‘plain old shellfish’.

THE BEST ONE, me thinks: Greta’s date after the whole “I’m normal” fiasco. So when Greta asks Vernon what he does when he’s not watching her play and yk Carson says “Well I’m sure he does a lot of things bc the world does not revolve around you” (shut up Carson, it absolutely does 😭) Greta nonchalantly answers “I’m so excited to find out from him, though” a bit aggressive but just like friendly banter right? WELL in Spanish this gorgeous gorgeous woman fires back to Carson “AMIGA, me encantaría que me lo dijera él mismo” which translates to “Friend, I would love to find out from him” not that different but that “friend” makes it so much heavier after Carson says she wants to be just friends. A BURN (in my book, at least).

The one that hurt me in the end: Max and Toni. That scene where Max tells Toni she got a job at the factory and then says that’s the only way she can get to play baseball and that she HAS a gift. And if she isn’t meant to play why would God give her that? Well, in English. she just says “I have a gift”. Like just a fact. In Spanish, though, she says “Tengo un don y lo sabes” (I have a gift and you know it). The part that hurt me about that is that she says “you know it”. She voices (and lets us know) that her mom knowssss that she’s really good at baseball. But she won’t accept that it’s something her daughter wants. And Toni doesn’t say anything. She just leaves. I swear every time I watch that scene I can hear Max calling after her mom. And it makes me so sad and want to hug her so tight.

This dub is really growing on me and since I need as much ALOTO content as I can get my hands on, I’ll keep doing it. Lol.

As a side note, I said that I didn’t quite like Dove referring to the team as ‘fruits’ in Spanish (episode 2). And he keeps doing it throughout episode 3. In fact, everyone does and I don’t like it. It feels like an invasion of privacy.

(Also, maybe I’m wrong but Priscilla’s voice sounds a liiiittle different. Maybe she’s not trying the Cuban accent as much as in the original)

#aloto #a league of their own #gretson #greta gill #carson shaw #max chapman #toni chapman #lupe garcia #aloto in spanish

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