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geotjwrs · 6 months ago

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morning kisses

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet neighborhood. Jenna had wrapped up a long day and was now settling into her room, enjoying the peace and quiet. She sat by her window, lost in thought, when she suddenly heard a faint rustling outside.

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Y/N climbing up to her window. Shocked, she rushed to help him inside. "Y/N, what are you doing? There's a door downstairs!"

Y/N grinned sheepishly as he swung his leg over the windowsill. "It's too late for knocking on doors," he whispered, pulling her into a quick hug.

Jenna shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips despite her initial surprise. "You could have gotten hurt."

"But I didn't," Y/N replied softly, gazing into her eyes. "I just couldn't wait to see you."

Jenna's heart melted at his words. "Alright, you crazy romantic. Come on in."

They settled onto Jenna's bed, the room bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. As they lay side by side, their fingers intertwined, they talked about their day.

"Today was so exhausting," Jenna sighed, resting her head on Y/N's shoulder.

Y/N nodded, gently stroking her hair. "I know. But now we're here, together. That makes it better, right?"

Jenna smiled, looking up at him. "Definitely."

They talked for a while longer, sharing stories and laughing softly to avoid waking anyone else in the house. Eventually, the conversation slowed, and a comfortable silence settled between them.

"Do you remember the first time we did this?" Jenna asked, breaking the silence.

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah, I nearly fell off the ladder trying to get up here."

Jenna laughed, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "And I had to shush you because you were so loud. I was sure we'd get caught."

"But we didn't," Y/N said, squeezing her hand. "And now we're experts at this."

"Speak for yourself," Jenna teased. "I still get nervous every time."

"Really?" Y/N asked, surprised. "You don't show it."

"I guess I'm good at hiding it," Jenna admitted. "But it's worth it."

They lay there for a while, simply enjoying each other's company. Jenna nestled into Y/N's side, her head resting on his chest. Y/N wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled Jenna into a peaceful sleep.

Y/N watched her for a while, his heart swelling with love. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, smiling at how beautiful she looked in the soft light. It wasn't long before he too succumbed to the pull of sleep, feeling utterly content.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Jenna stirred, slowly waking up. She looked up at Y/N, who was still sound asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. A smile spread across her face as she watched him, her heart filled with love.

An idea formed in her mind, and she contemplated waking Y/N with a kiss. She leaned in slowly, her lips just centimeters away from his. But as she got closer, she hesitated, embarrassment creeping in. What if he woke up at that moment? What if she looked silly?

She hovered there, caught between desire and shyness, her face growing warm with the proximity. Just then, Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and he found Jenna hovering above him, her face a picture of adorable uncertainty.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face. "Well, if you won't do it, I will" he said softly, his voice still husky from sleep.

Before Jenna could react, Y/N closed the small distance between them and captured her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. Jenna melted into the kiss, her initial embarrassment fading away. She kissed him back, her hand moving to cup his cheek.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were smiling, their foreheads resting together. "Good morning," Jenna whispered, her eyes shining with affection.

"Good morning," Y/N replied, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. "That was a great way to wake up."

Jenna laughed softly, the sound like music to Y/N's ears. "I'm glad you think so."

They spent the morning wrapped in each other's arms, talking and laughing, sharing kisses.

"Do you have any plans for today?" Jenna asked, tracing circles on Y/N's chest with her finger.

"Just one," Y/N said, looking down at her. "Spend as much time with you as possible."

Jenna smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "That sounds perfect."

They talked about everything and nothing, losing track of time as the sun climbed higher in the sky. The world outside seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of them in their little bubble of happiness.

Jenna played with Y/N's hair, a thoughtful look on her face. "You know, I've been thinking about us."

"Yeah?" Y/N prompted, curiosity piqued.

"Yeah," Jenna said, looking up at him. "I know we have to be careful, but... I don't want to hide us forever."

Y/N nodded, understanding. "Me neither. But for now, let's enjoy these moments."

Jenna smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Agree."

When it was finally time for Y/N to leave, Jenna walked him to the window. He leaned down to give her one last kiss. "I'll see you later," he whispered, his forehead resting against hers.

"I can't wait," Jenna replied, her heart full.

With one final smile, Y/N slipped out of the window and disappeared into the morning light, leaving Jenna with a heart full of love and the memory of their perfect morning together.

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dreamyyesenia · 6 days ago

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Always Keep Simming - Magic, Science, Alien Powers vs. Evil Spellcaster Sage

Jenna Blackburn, the sage of mischief magic, the master sage of the Realm of Magic, was beaten. It took the combined powers of science (Aileen & her freeze ray), magic (Colin, Raven, Deanna) and alien powers (manipulating her mind, Blurb & Pandora). Colin didn't want to kill her though, so they decided to discuss the matter together, as a group. But first, it was time to celebrate!

Lenore and Deanna?? Decided to celebrate privately 🔥

⬇️ Full Story below

Jenna Blackburn, the sage of mischief magic and master sage of the Realm of Magic, had tried breaking into the Blackburn’s estate to kidnap Colin's family but Aileen and Colin had been alarmed early by the specter’s guarding their street. The aliens had worked on her mind so that she was led into the Goth’s estate instead - where Aileen happily freezed the evil spellcaster to ice. Confused, frozen and furious, Jenna had been too slow to defend herself. Colin had arrived with his spellcaster friend Raven and the sage of practical magic, Deanna, right on time. He’d fired off an electricity spell at his grandmother. The aliens needed a short break afterwards though, so Lenore took over. She used her vampire powers and ordered Jenna to go outside, into the snow, so that she wouldn’t be able to remove the ice. Ice and fire were the only elements affecting spellcasters. It weakened them and made them unable to use their magic properly. The group “Operation Deathify a sage” were really trying to work with everything they got.

Colin joined Jenna outside. Lenore was exhausted so he’d have to be ready to defend them. In fact, Jenna freed herself from her trance temporarily and managed to fire off a very powerful spell at Colin, who ducked and sent off a shielding spell. “You already helped me kill the other sages. Let’s see what we’ll achieve next! Stop this nonsense and just surrender to me, boy!”, she yelled. "Never. And I didn’t kill anyone. That’s all on you!", Colin yelled back, staying focused. "We are family. This is our legacy. Come to your senses and claim your destiny. I already apologized for the way I treated you. You want to be treated like a prince? You shall be. Just come with me and leave this nonsense behind", Jenna tried again. "My destiny is, to be a good husband and father to my family. My destiny is, to research the occults. It's not ruling the Magical Realm with you. I don’t want to see you ever again. Ever, you hear me?", Colin retorted. Jenna lowered her wand for a moment and looked at him, her eyes filling with tears. "Don’t you feel bad talking to an old woman like this? I’m your father’s mother. I’m your blood. You are so much like me, my stubborn brilliant grandson. I just want you to be the best version you can be. I want to spend eternity with my family. I already lost everyone else I ever loved...", Jenna cried. Colin was taken aback for a moment. Was she for real? He lowered his want and started to walk towards his grandmother. Maybe he could solve this issue without using violence? Maybe?

Faster than he could react, Jenna swung her wand and fired off a blinding spell. It was a powerful one that could erase his mind and memories and make him be completely dependent on her. Just as it was about to hit him in the chest, Deanna was able to block Jenna’s spell from behind her! The spell was reversed and hit Jenna, instead. Pandora and Blurb were already working on her mind again but it seemed that Jenna had fulfilled their task for them. Jenna was helpless. Aileen had seen enough though and just wanted to throw in something extra. She was getting more and more anxious something could go wrong. So, she used her freeze ray to order Jenna to change into her swimwear… in the snow. And promptly, already freezing Jenna turned into ice by herself… And stayed frozen. As her mind was wiped off clean, she didn’t know how to free herself from the ice. She was trapped. She had lost!

Breathing hard but relieved, everyone gathered inside to think about the next steps. And, of course, celebrating their victory! Lenore Goth approached Aileen, happy and smiling. “How do you feel?”, Aileen asked. “Hungry”, Lenore retorted, licking her lips. She then noticed Deanna who’d just entered the living room too, scanning her from top to bottom. “Oh my, don’t you look quite delicious.” Lenore licked her protruding canines this time. Deanna stepped closer to Lenore. “As do you.” Aileen looked between the two females, visibly drawn to each other. Wasn’t Lenore flirting with Guidry?

Blurb stayed outside, guarding Jenna the ice cube. Colin looked at Aileen, then turned to Pandora. “How much of her mind did you manage to manipulate?”, he asked.

Pandora giggled. “I don’t know, really. I ate a Bizarre Fruit before coming here, Blurby too. So we managed to manipulate quite a bit!”, she exclaimed raising her fist in victory. She then explained: “The Fruit kinda gives us a boost in powers for a few hours. Us two combined are like 20 aliens right now. That's how we could rebuild Sixam. We took the Fruit you gave us and starting cloning it and planting Bizarre Trees. It's a fine business, too.” Colin was stunned. Aileen laughed. “I'm glad! But her mind is gone now, right?” Pandora nodded. “There’s nothing inside that egghead. Just a big black hole. She honestly finished the job herself, what a remarkable achievement!”, Pandora sighed. Aileen grinned. “Honestly, if you want to test stuff on her, you can have her. We don't want her on earth anymore."

On that, Lenore finally looked away from Deanna and asked: “But I thought I’d get a taste of her!? Spellcaster blood is said to be very delicious.” Deanna came close to Lenore, exposing her neck to her. “You can have a taste of mine, if you’re up for it.” Deanna and Lenore were not to be seen for the rest of the day (and night). 🔥

A few hours later, the group (most of them anyway) sat by the fire, enjoying the warmth. After a long discussion, they had agreed to allow the aliens to take Jenna the ice cube with them to space. She was never to return, never to be impregnated but they were free to use her as a test subject in all other ways. If they chose to present her to the MOTHER - for judgment or, possibly, as a “gift” - that would be their choice. Colin was not a murderer. Neither was Aileen. They loved anything wicked and mischievous, but it was all for fun, wasn’t it? They were mad, maddeningly brilliant, but not evil. They just wanted to enjoy their lives with their family, make memories and go on adventures and discover unknown secrets. Most importantly, they wanted their lives to be filled with love and peace, for the time they had left. 🩷

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poisonlove · 11 months ago

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The Princess and the Huntress | Jenna Ortega

y/n, a 19-year-old impoverished hunter, works alongside her father for the royal court, delivering game supplies to the king's kitchen. One day, while carrying out their routine duties at the royal court, y/n witnesses someone she shouldn't have – Jenna, a princess from the Ortega dynasty. Due to her captivating beauty, the king and queen wish to shield her from prying eyes, as she is destined to marry the duke of the neighboring realm to end the ongoing war and ensure lasting peace.

Disclaimer: Story set in the 1600s.

I close one eye to aim carefully, pointing the bow towards a rabbit timidly passing through those parts of the woods. A thin ray of sunlight filters through the branches, illuminating its thick gray fur. I breathe deeply, seeking the necessary concentration, feeling the warmth of the bow's wood in my hands.

The arrow is released, cutting through the silent air as it follows its trajectory towards the rabbit. A moment of anxiety dissolves into my smile when I see that I've hit it dead-on. The small animal lowers itself, and the forest seems to whisper my success.

An instant of gratification unfolds in my heart, a connection with nature and the mastery of hunting that has set my spirit free. I am Y/N, the huntress, and the forest is my kingdom.

I approach the rabbit slowly, smiling contentedly as I take it by the ears and carefully remove the arrow from its small body. The soft fur slides between my fingers, while the forest around seems to celebrate my fortunate hunt.

My gaze meets that of my father, who had approached silently. His proud smile reveals the joy of seeing his daughter demonstrate skill in hunting.

"Well done, Y/N," my father says, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You have incredible precision. The royal court will be grateful for this."

"I hope so, father," I reply humbly as we continue to prepare the prey. "This rabbit will be an excellent addition to the king's dinner."

Together, we look at the result of my hunt, a moment of connection between us and our mission at court. The forest guarding our secret and our skill.

"Y/N," my father says, handing me the rabbit to take it to the castle, "I'll head home and prepare our dinner. In the meantime, deliver the game to the royal court and make sure to ask for at least three gold coins as compensation. Our skill deserves proper recognition."

"I will, father," I respond with gratitude, accepting the load. "Thank you for teaching me the art of hunting and diplomacy."

My father smiles, placing a hand on my shoulder. "It's not just hunting you need to learn, Y/N. In the royal court, social skills are equally crucial. Go, and always remember who you are."

With a nod of agreement, I walk away, carrying not only the weight of the rabbit and the game but also my father's legacy. The forest has bestowed its blessing upon us, and now our task is to deliver the fruits of the hunt to the royal court.

I approached the majestic castle door. Turning to one of the guards, I asked if they knew where the game supplier was. "Have you happened to see William?" I inquired with a slight hint of curiosity.

The guard vaguely pointed down the hallway, but before providing a more precise answer, I followed my instincts and ventured into the heart of the castle. Walking through the silent corridors, tension grew in my chest.

While searching for William, I was drawn to a partially open door. Curious, I peered inside, and the scene that unfolded left me speechless: a girl seated by the window, immersed in reading a book. It was Jenna, the princess I had heard about but doubted her existence. However, I wasn't captivated by the legend of the king's daughter trapped in a golden prison but by the beauty she exuded.

Jenna was a vision of grace by the window, dark hair cascading softly over her shoulders. The room's soft light gently caressed her skin, highlighting her sparkling eyes, deep as wells of secrets. She wore a dress in delicate tones, snug to her form yet exuding an air of regal elegance.

The book in her hands seemed to be just an accessory for her, a portal to unknown worlds unfolding in the pages under the princess's attentive gaze. Slightly parted lips reflected an air of tranquility, as if she herself were a character stepping out of one of the stories she loved to read.

I accidentally kicked the door, catching her attention.

Our gazes locked, and a moment of intense connection unfolded between us. "Who are you?" Jenna asked, lifting her gaze from the book, while I, distracted,

"I'm Y/N, the huntress," I replied with a nervous smile.

Jenna raised an eyebrow slightly, a peculiar, dancing smile on her lips. "And what brings a huntress to my room?" she asked curiously, the book now closed in her hands.

I looked around, noting the richness of the furnishings, but my answer was genuine. "I was looking for William, the game supplier. I stumbled upon this room by chance."

Jenna chuckled slightly, the sound like a delicate melody in the air. "William isn't here, but I'm curious to know what would prompt a huntress to enter without knocking."

My gaze wandered, and I noticed the canopy bed in the center of the room, a masterpiece of dark wood and fine fabric. "It's a splendid room," I commented inadvertently, admiring the opulence of the place.

Jenna smiled, perhaps noticing my awe. "Thank you... it's a regular room," the brunette shrugged, and I looked at her with a smile on my lips. "Well... I wish mine were like this," I muttered, and Jenna smiled knowingly.

I noticed the book in Jenna's hands and, intrigued, asked, "What book is that?"

The princess lifted the volume with a mysterious smile. "It's 'The Prince' by Niccolò Machiavelli," she said, indicating the worn cover.

"Machiavelli," I repeated the name even though I wasn't quite sure who he was.

Jenna smiled and said, "Do you know Machiavelli?"

"Of course!" I responded with a smile, although I was actually lying.

"Oh, I'm surprised!" Jenna exclaimed amused. "What do you think of his work?"

Trying to maintain my charade, I replied with a thoughtful expression, "He's a profound author, undoubtedly with much wisdom to share."

Jenna laughed slightly, and the sound filled the room. "Interesting choice of words. Not many share this opinion on Machiavelli."

"It seems you're trying to hide something, Y/N. Do you really know who Machiavelli is?" I blush weakly, confessing my weakness. "Actually, no. I can't read." Jenna's smile widened, but there was no judgment in her eyes. "You don't need to hide anything here. Not everyone is a reader." Jenna smiled gently.

Noticing my embarrassment, Jenna asked kindly, "Do you want to learn to read, Y/N?"

I nodded timidly, feeling the warmth of the blush still on my cheeks. "Yes, I would like to."

The princess smiled warmly and pointed to a spot next to her. "Come here. We'll start with something simple."

I approached the window and sat next to Jenna, feeling nervous about her proximity. The room's soft light created an intimate atmosphere as I tried to focus on what Jenna was about to teach me.

The princess took a book, choosing one with clear and large letters. "First, the letters. This is A, this is B..."

While Jenna patiently taught the basics of reading, I tried to pay attention, aware of the accelerated beating of my heart. It was a moment where the desire to learn to read intertwined with the emotion of being close to Jenna, creating a precious and vulnerable moment between us.

William's voice in the distance made me abruptly stand, feeling that it was time to interrupt our impromptu lesson. Jenna looked up with confusion as I smiled with embarrassment.

"I have to go... the task," I said with a hint of embarrassment in my voice.

Jenna genuinely smiled, understanding the situation. "Another time, then. Thank you for your company, Y/N."

I stood up with a smile and a nod of farewell. "Thank you, princess. It will be a pleasure to continue this lesson."

In a sudden impulse, as I was about to leave the room, I approached and planted a quick kiss on Jenna's cheek. The surprise on her face was evident, a moment that made my heart race even faster.

"It was a pleasure, Jenna," I said with a shy smile.

I headed towards the door, feeling my heart still slightly accelerated from being close to Jenna. As I walked away, I reflected on how that day had brought unexpected changes to my life as a huntress.

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talesofesther · 2 years ago

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serenity haze

Jenna Ortega x Reader

Summary: You notice the changes in Jenna in the lines that you draw; the sketches of her in your sketchbook have more lines to them, creases in her eyebrows, and shadows below her eyes. Your heart clenches painfully whenever you look at a finished piece you did of her.

Requested by anon

A/N: First time writing for her so don't crucify me pls. I still feel a tad bit weird writing about real people, but I see my Jenna as a character in a story, that's all. Hope you can enjoy this one, let me know your thoughts. Requests are always open, though be aware that I go where my inspiration takes me, and be mindful of my guidelines.

Masterlist

You were naturally observant, it was a habit that came with a hobby.

You liked to draw things, and to be able to draw them, you had to observe.

Because you're observant, you tend to notice patterns, details, and moments that might go unnoticed by most.

Lately, you found yourself drawing one thing in particular — or better, one person.

Jenna Ortega captivated you, anyone who met her would probably say the same. She is captivating after all. Yet you know your feelings are different, because you see a side of her that few people do.

You had been offered a role in the new Wednesday show, it was a smaller one, but a privilege nonetheless. And this role gave you the opportunity to meet Jenna.

After the first month of working together, it was already known on set that; where you went, Jenna wasn't too far behind.

You'd catch yourself searching for her in the crowds most days, her favorite coffee order in hand. She'd greet you with a warm smile that never failed and a hug that lasted a little too long. Jenna was sunshine if sunshine could be a person, she was the most genuine girl you knew; beautiful inside and out.

It was inevitable that she became your muse.

Unbeknownst to you — and maybe even to herself — Jenna felt drawn to you too. You were quietness, you were calmness, you were the steadiness she craved in her hectic life.

Jenna had no obligations with you, no expectations to meet; she could be herself, on good or bad days, and you'd still be there. She didn't know how much she needed something like that until she finally got it.

In some ways, it felt like you were her breath of fresh air whenever she needed one. Which seems to be happening quite often nowadays.

Whilst everyone was running around on set, cameras on every corner of the room, and people talking incessantly in their intercoms, Jenna was speaking with Tim about an upcoming scene in the show. She leaned back on what was one of the booths in the Weathervane cafe, crossing her arms over her chest and nodding along to his words.

He spoke about the dance, and Jenna confirmed she had almost all the choreography done already. Except she didn't.

What she had, were sleepless nights weighing down on her shoulders.

She tried to take a deep breath to calm her nerves, but it didn't do much. Her gaze skimmed over the room against her own volition, finding you sitting in a corner of the set — on the floor no less — sketchbook in hands.

Jenna felt the overwhelming urge to escape to your world.

Dark lines steadily appeared on the paper along with the drag of your pencil. You bit into your lower lip, a habit of concentration, and glanced up at Jenna; only to notice her eyes already on you.

The heat that came to your cheeks was instant and you gave her a sheepish smile. She caught you red-handed. Hopefully, she wouldn't bring it up.

Because, how could you resist? When Jenna is standing there against the sun, golden rays highlighting all her features for you; from the curve of her lips, to the tip of her nose, to the shape of her eyebrows. Flawless.

You couldn't resist taking out your book and drawing a quick sketch of her. Sometimes for you, watching people from afar was much better than seeing them up close, you could capture their essence fully, notice each little quirk or mannerism.

Take Jenna for example; her thumbs brush the fabric of her Nevermore uniform as she speaks with Tim, she's nodding eagerly to everything he says, not able to stay still on her feet. She's a little nervous, a little anxious. You could tell from the other side of the room.

It's no secret that filming this series is taking a toll on Jenna — your pencil traces the outline of her jaw on your sketchbook before you move to her eyes, and around them, you see yourself being forced to add just a tad more shadow; it's been happening for a while — you see her exhaustion in the lines that you draw.

The rough image of her stared back at you from your sketchbook, and part of you wanted to take her hand and go away for a day or two.

There's a sudden presence beside you that makes you flinch back to reality. Jenna sat down on the floor with you; she rests her head back against the wall, a lazy smile tugging at her lips.

She brought her knees closer to her chest, making herself look smaller than she already is. Turning to look at you, all she asked was; "what are you drawing?"

There's always a silent understanding between you both. You bumped her shoulder with yours, "that's confidential information."

And she actually pouts, lower lip jutted out and big doe eyes pleading at you; "even for me?"

"Especially for you," you mumbled, not sure if she heard or not.

Jenna doesn't inquire further, forever reciprocating the serenity you bring to her life. She slumped closer to you, allowing her head to fall on your shoulder, blindly trusting you to hold her weight if so needed.

You placed your sketchbook aside, focusing solemnly on her. Your cast and crew mates are still walking around, no one spares a glance at the two actresses who sit on the floor of Jericho's cafe; it feels like your own little bubble of peace for a precious minute.

"Were you and Tim discussing a new scene?" You asked eventually, gently leaning your head on top of hers.

Jenna hummed, "it's a dance that will happen at the school party, I'm creating Wednesday's choreography."

"That's exciting, do you have anything already?"

"Not really. I've got two weeks."

The turmoil of emotions was so evident in Jenna's tight voice that you almost pulled away so you could look her in the eyes and tell her… you're not sure what you'd say, but something to ease it.

Yet you held back, choosing instead to take her hand and whisper 'you got this' against her hair.

———

Things only got worse after your little moment.

Jenna has been on autopilot. You doubt she's sleeping, or resting at all. She's always the first one to arrive on set and the last one to leave.

The sketches of her in your sketchbook have more lines to them, creases in her eyebrows, and shadows below her eyes. Your heart clenches painfully whenever you look at a finished piece you did of her.

It was a Saturday night, you sat on the roof of your trailer, enjoying the starry sky above you, the cold breeze around you. With the flashlight of your cellphone on, you turned the pages of your sketchbook, reminiscing the drawings of last week; until a rather loud noise caught your attention.

You looked around you with a confused frown. The set's parking lot was empty, with only a few street lamps on, and no one in sight.

This could be a cliche horror movie scene. You could feel a chill running down your back; but then you caught sight of Jenna's trailer, the lights were on.

Checking your phone, you realized you had been sitting outside for longer than you thought. 1:37 AM.

Not giving yourself much room to chicken out, you hopped down from your trailer, stuffed your sketchbook in your pants pocket, and walked up to her door.

You hesitated, awkwardly hovering outside Jenna's trailer in the dead of night. Your stomach was twisting and turning unpleasantly. Coming from inside, you could hear the faint melody of 'Goo Goo Muck' playing.

Your worry got the best of you. Taking a deep breath, you raised your fist to the door, and knocked.

The music stopped abruptly, and you heard shuffling from inside her trailer. And then nothing, the silence stretched for a few good seconds, before her door finally swung open.

Jenna stood in front of you and got your heart shattering a little. She was a bit of a mess; hair up in a disheveled bun, only in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants yet you could see her forehead glistening with sweat, her lips quivered softly with each breath she took, and you could tell her eyes were red-rimmed if you looked closely.

"Hi Jenna," you started with a timid smile, "uh- I'm sorry to bother, it's just, I was out and I saw your lights on and just wanted to ask if everything's okay."

Jenna gulped down the lump in her throat, fidgeting with the sleeves of her hoodie; "yeah it's fine, I'm fine." She tried mimicking your smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Okay," you whispered sympathetically, seeing right through the lie.

"Um-" Jenna cleared her throat, but it sounded more like a soft sob. She avoided meeting your eyes then. "Would you- would you like to come in?"

It was a plea more than anything else. You didn't hesitate in saying yes.

You closed the door behind you and glanced around her trailer; she had her laptop on her bed, YouTube page opened to The Cramps' song; there was a stress ball rolling around on the floor, you figured that's where the loud noise from earlier came.

"I'm working on the dance," Jenna turned to you, threading her fingers through her fringe, restless.

"And how is it going?" You asked, though you had a feeling you knew the answer.

"I can't come up with anything," Jenna shrugged, chuckling humourlessly as her eyes welled up with tears.

Your heart was trying to escape your chest — Jenna's eyes were shining under the orange lights of the trailer, hands trembling as she tried to hold herself together — you took a step closer to her; "Jenna, I think you just need to let your mind rest for a while, have you-"

"I can't," she cut you off urgently, "the scene is one week away. One week. And I have nothing," tears started to roll down her cheeks, but you don't think she realized it.

Jenna started walking from one side to another of the small cramped space of her trailer, "I can't think of anything that would fit Wednesday, and we're shooting this scene next week. I told Tim I could handle it and yet I have nothing, what am I gonna tell him? That we're gonna have to postpone shooting because I can't come up with a fucking choreography?"

By the end of her rant, Jenna was panting heavily, borderline hyperventilating. Her tears came nonstop as sobs shook her body. She was hugging herself, chasing some type of comfort that wasn't there.

Your worry finally escaped you and you closed the distance between you both. You took her face in your hands, cupping her cheeks as your thumbs gingerly brushed away the wetness there; "Jen, look at me," you spoke softly, not missing the way her hands came to desperately grasp at your shirt, "breathe with me okay? Can you do that?"

A fresh batch of tears hit your thumbs and you felt your chest crack open; yet Jenna nodded, all reddish nose and glistening eyes.

You took a deep breath in, held it for a second, and then exhaled, watching closely for the way that she'd copy the motion. You did it a couple of times until her breathing was finally somewhat even.

"There you are," you mumbled, regarding her with a bittersweet smile when her eyes found yours, "you're okay," you promised, brushing away a few wisps of hair that clung to her skin.

A sob escaped Jenna's lips as soon as she heard the words, letting her forehead lean into yours in a silent request.

You gladly complied, raising your lips to place a kiss between her brows before guiding her head to rest on your shoulder. You embraced her body flush with yours, arms sliding around her back until you felt the curve of her spine. The thudding of her heart mingling with yours.

You could feel the gentle trembling of her body from time to time. It only made you hold her tighter.

Jenna had a death grip on you, your shirt bunched up on her fists as if you'd disappear if she let go. She buried her head on your shoulder, seeking a safe place, "I'm so tired," she spoke against you, words muffled.

"I know," you kissed her temple, "I know."

You're not sure if you held Jenna for five minutes or one hour, but you stood there for as long as she needed. And when she was ready to pull away, bright and puffy eyes timidly looking at you with nothing but gratitude, you didn't say anything; all you did was turn off her laptop and put it away for the night, dimming the lights on her trailer to give her body a much-needed break.

Then, you sat down beside her on her bed. There was a reasonable distance between you that she was quick to close, sitting shoulder to shoulder with you.

"Be honest with me now, have you been sleeping this past week, at all?" You raised a brow at her.

Jenna pursed her lips, in some ways resembling a child who'd been caught stealing from the cookie jar, "that obvious?" She asked, ducking her head to hide behind her fringe.

"Very," you smirked, "for me at least."

That got her looking up at you with tender curiosity, she was looking more like herself already.

With your heart in your mouth, you fished for your sketchbook in your pocket. You handed it to her without daring to breathe.

Jenna flipped through the pages as if they'd crumble between her fingers; carefully, reverently. You could hear the way her breath caught when she found herself between the sketches, once, twice, and then again and again. Different versions of her by your eyes; talking, thinking, walking, smiling, laughing, sometimes even scowling.

And Jenna has never seen herself look so beautiful, so enchanting. Is this how you see her?

Her vision got blurred again but she gulped it back this time, "it's so beautiful," was all she could whisper, smile tugging at her lips as her fingers traced one of the lines that formed her.

"You are," was your answer, in the same quiet tone, afraid to break the spell holding this moment.

Jenna's eyes turned up to you at last, big and vulnerable, almost completely black because of her pupils. She leaned in just a tad, your noses shy of brushing each other — gravity, magnetism, fate; whatever it might be, trying to push you together.

You ran your tongue over your bottom lip in a motion that she followed, "tomorrow, I'll help you with your dance," you took hold of her free hand, intertwining your fingers, "and it's gonna turn out amazing."

Jenna giggled, and you wanted to bottle up the sound and keep it forever.

"Tonight," you copied her smile, "we'll rest, okay?"

Bringing your hand up to her lips, Jenna planted a kiss on your knuckles, "okay."

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are literally what keep me motivated to continue posting here, so I'd appreciate it if you could take some time to reblog and comment if you want. <3

Jenna’s taglist: @milkiane @bookfrog242 @thenextdawn @alexkolax @aahdiieb @mindingmybidness12 @melthedwarf

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega #wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega x you #imagine #fanfic #fluff #angst #jenna ortega fanfic #jenna x reader #my story

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packitandgo · 1 year ago

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TO DO LIST for accountability

decide what I'm keeping from shopping stuff

start returns @ old navy and target

call best buy 😬

buy computer??

check on Medicaid deadline

put away uniform

move laundry from parents basement

do laundry (wash hat)

clean living room

clean out fridge

have Michelle look at past bekka orders and compare w cart

SHOPPING

bekkathyst

hawberries

rnw?

there are. so many good small shops. I feel like I'm overwhelmed just thinking about all the places I wanna support. and it's all just silly things for ME which is. selfish. idk. idk!!

tent pole weight things

anyone else have ridiculous lists today??

#my family was visiting so i was too busy/tired to do any of my own stuff these weekend #i feel like. over sensitive today idk. like everything is a bother even studf that should be fun #i think i have a cold too which is fun 🤒#this is the story of jenna ray

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vintagelacerosette · 3 months ago

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Tag game 🩷🎀

Hosted by the wonderful Jess @jrooc

Sorry for the lateness!! I was tagged by these twinkling starlights Kaka @stocious Dosho @doshiart Kat @mybrainismelted Pie @gallapiech Ice @spookygingerr Michelle @mmmichyyy Willow @ian-galagher Jen @wehangout Georgia @iansw0rld Cyn @ms-moonlight-inn Evie @ energievie Gigi @guinguin1984 Becki @francesroserecs Michelle @michellemisfit

Thaaankss 🥰

Name and A03 handle:

Shermyn/Myn & Dynastyria (no written works yet!💕)

Current Location:

On the lounge couch

Favourite picrew (don’t have one? you can skip this or do this one)?

So many to choose from!!!

Picrew 1 (I am obsessed with cardcaptors) , Picrew 2 (Willow made of usss & I treasure itttt 😍) Picrew 3 & Picrew 4 (bc who doesn't love a good bread bowl)

What’s one thing you want in a picrew?

I think more body size inclusively 🙌🏻

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom?

Tie between Molly's draw this in your style/Gallacrafts & 2024 gallavich valentine's!

Why is it your favourite?

It's the first time a drawing really looked how I thought it did in my head & I impressed myself. Also, I'm obssessed with the pastels in the gallavalentine. 🩷🩵💜

Did it come easily or was it hard to create?

Hard bc I find body poses hard, then I start to procrastinate bc of that, but then I've got the deadline so it makes me stressed haha

Last ao3 fic you commented on?

from way up there (you and I, you and I) by the amazing @sam-loves-seb It was the cutest I couldn't even!!!

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced?

Where the Feigned Wind Falls by the very talented & missed Jenna @ianrightsonly

Thank you for sharing your story & I hope one day you'll come back 🥰

Favourite trope or head canon you like included in a fanfic?

Ohhh gotta be lust at first sight, then we fuck our way into true tender feelings!! I'm a sucker for it!! Notable writers of this are Jane @captainjowl & Kay @goodkwuestion & they are so damn good at it

Least favourite?

I haven't seen with gallavich thankfully but turning one character in a gay ship into the opposite gender to make them het!!

Secret or surprising kink or trope?

Omg it's gotta be uniform kink bc of Ray @whatthebodygraspsnot Kinktober 2022. It awoke something in me & I was like I finally get it ahaha

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new?

I feel relief & feeling proud. Then I stress about when's a good time to post for most of ya'll to see bc of timezones 😅

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line:

My loves Benja @svltburn & Vey @look-i-love-u

I run to Ben in my art WIP bc like a kid showing art to an adult & Vey's given me amazing advice with writing that sparked inspiration 🥰

I'm in the headspace of desperately telling ppl about my fic ideas & wanting it to be a surprise so idk i may reach out for more hype men haha

It’s been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____

Like Evie I mass reblog fandom works to spread love 🩷

I'm tagging these sparkling rainbow darlings if they wanna play & for anyone else consider yourself tagged 🌈

@ burninface @deedala @jademickian @sgtmickeyslaughter

@darthvaders-wife @matt404b @gallavichsbitch

@deathclassic @look-i-love-u @celestialmickey

@takeyourpillsbitchh @sickness-health-all-that-shit

@whaticameherefor @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx

@psychicskulldamage @sleepyfacetoughguy @doodlevich

@awa444 @suzy-queued @crossmydna @iandarling

@y0itsbri @michellemisfit @mikhailoisbaby @samantitheos

@pookiebearmick @reganmian @firecrxtch

@howlinchickhowl

#tag game

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the-forest-library · 6 months ago

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April 2024 Reads

Just for the Summer - Abby Jimenez

Only and Forever - Chloe Liese

Say You'll Be Mine - Nana Kumar

The Governess's Guide to Passion and Peril - Manda Collins

The Lying Game - Sara Jane Woodley

The Prospects - K.T. Hoffman

The Husbands - Holly Gramazio

Begin Again - Helly Acton

One Moment - Becky Hunter

Finlay Donovan Rolls the Dice - Elle Cosimano

Interesting Facts About Space - Emily R. Austin

Nothing to See Here - Kevin Wilson

The Tusks of Extinction - Ray Nayler

The Reappearance of Rachel Price - Holly Jackson

Every Time You Hear That Song - Jenna Voris

Rules for Rule Breaking - Talia Tucker

Hawkeye, Volume 3: L.A. Woman - Matt Fraction

No One Returns from the Enchanted Forest - Robin Robinson

Dear Sophie, Love Sophie - Sophie Lucido Johnson

Out of Left Field - Jonah Newman

Continental Drifter - Kathy MacLeod

Fiona the Hippo - Richard Cowdrey

Woodland Dreams - Karen Jameson

Mushroom Rain - Laura K. Zimmermann

Bluets - Maggie Nelson

Sociopath - Patric Gagne

Grimoire Girl - Hilarie Burton Morgan

I Am the New Black - Tracy Morgan

The 2000s Made Me Gay - Grace Perry

The Bookseller at the End of the World - Ruth Shaw

Dear Fahrenheit 451 - Annie Spence

Why We Read - Shannon Reed

Says Who? - Anne Curzan

The Anxiety Sisters' Survival Guide - Abbe Greenberg, Maggie Sarachek

The Microstress Effect - Rob Cross

Overcome Anxiety - Lilly Andrew

Mindfulness Now - Jesse Sands

The Cure for Burnout - Emily Ballesteros

Grown Woman Talk - Sharon Malone

Unfiltered Enneagram - Elizabeth Orr

Dear Prudence - Daniel M. Lavery

Bold = Highly Recommend Italics = Worth It Crossed out = Nope

Thoughts:

A few standouts this month: Only and Forever brings the Bergman Brothers series to an end, and it was a worthy wrap up to these stories featuring MCs with disabilities and neurodivergence.

Just for the Summer is my new favorite Abby Jimenez book with several laugh out loud moments - especially the raccoon scene - which was hilarious on audio.

The Bookseller at the End of the World is not the cozy bookseller tale you might expect. Ruth led a varied and adventurous life filled with heartbreak and hope.

And I really enjoyed Says Who? - a super accessible and fun guide to English style and grammar.

Goodreads Goal: 150/200

2022 Reads | 2023 Reads | 2024 Reads

#2024 reads #book reviews #book recommendations #books #booklr #reading #bookish #bibliophile

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colorblindstories · 7 months ago

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Last year in September I went hiking in my home mountains, Retezat National Park. Here are a few words I wrote down in my journal after that experience.

Meeting Jenna again births a desire in me to continue writing, telling stories through photos and written words. Being in the mountains with friends I haven't seen in such a long time, reconnecting with old friends, and new, sharing stories with Marc, Shanley, Jenna, Lelde, Eathan, Lidia. This is freedom, to be able to roam freely in the mountains. I wish to experiment more with hiking and fasting. I felt empowered. Water tastes different with altitude. And being focused on the path, every time it becomes overwhelming, coming back to the breath, remembering.

Breathing through the nose, pranayama is so vital, practicing more and more makes the body more resilient, more prepared for this kind of exposure.

After six months, I return to these words and to the photos, glimpses of past reality captured in time. The desire is still alive, action is needed.

I have been dreaming of these mountains many times in the past months, their magnitude and vastness always bring me a quality of peace and humbleness I haven’t experienced anywhere else.

Hiking up on the rocky trails we shared the journey, the beauty, the stories, the encouragements, the effort, the treasures found in the depths of our backpacks in the shape of homemade peanut-butter and jams and other goodies, the smiles, the fresh air and the celebration after reaching a summit.

After we parted ways with our friends, we returned to our campsite and witnessed an exquisite play of light and clouds as the Sun was swallowed by the sleeping mountain giants.

In this sunset light I met my brother, another moment of peace and shared love for the beauty found in Nature.

We decided that we will go to sleep in our tents and wake up early, hike up to the ridge where we would receive the Sun and the new day.

Waking up early when sleeping under a clear starry sky seems easy, yet the hike turned out to be harder than expected.

It was still worth it. The gift of the moment is priceless.

My brother loves coffee so much that he even carried his moka so we had a nice hot cup of coffee while waiting for the first rays of the Sun to touch the landscape and our cold skin.

It’s really hard to explain with words the sensation I get when I start the day this way. It’s not the first time I have done it and for sure not the last. Every time it’s different and yet it’s already familiar, the moment when the night surrenders to the day, bowing down in front of the light, feels divine. It’s like being in a temple and witnessing a sacred ritual.

With Rumi’s words:

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep.

So I will try no more to explain the profoundness of the experience. I let the images speak. Let them move you, let them allure you. Let the mystery speak to you.

#photography #nature #love #transylvania #mountains #landscape #wild #beauty #sacred #sunset #sunrise #friends #ridges

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mappingthemoon · 11 months ago

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Zines Read 2023

Unemployment / Aaron Lake Smith

Behind the Zines #14 / ed. Billy McCall

Zisk #31 / ed. Mike Faloon & Mike Fournier

Zisk #32: Remembering Bob Gibson / ed. Mike Faloon & Mike Fournier

Zisk #33: Bartolo Colon: Hall of Famer? / ed. Mike Faloon & Mike Fournier

Brief Text Descriptions of Everyday Events / Keith Helt

Flotation Device #18 / Keith Helt

Denacola: Menagerie / Dena Zilber

Nothing Spinning #1: Hydrogen / Lindsey Richter

Nothing Spinning #2: Helium / Lindsey Richter

Scenes from the Late Devonian Period / Lindsey Richter

Stoneybrook Looks / Lindsey E. Richter

sixteen years sober and i was thinking about relapsing / enola dismay

A Cookbook Christmas #5 / Peter & Ansley

QRK5 #6 / Ed Tillman

Save the USPS: A small business’s love letter to an essential American institution / Danny Caine

How to Resist Amazon and Why (rev. 2nd ed.) / Danny Caine

The Paruretic #1: The story of a guy who’s pee shy / Mark Cunning

The Paruretic #2: College / Mark Cunning

The Paruretic #3 Vacation / Mark Cunning

The Paruretic #4: The Search for Help / Mark Cunning

The Paruretic #5: Dating

I Could’ve Killed Alex Jones / Mark Cunning

Gut Bucket Research #10 / David Tighe

I Want an Army Out of Caves… #12/Unclassifiables #3 / ed. David Tighe

Unclassifiables #13 / ed. David Tighe

The Secret of the Moon’s Rotation #33 / ed. David Tighe

Behind the Zines #15 / ed. Billy McCall

Brides of the Mystery / Lydian Brambila

zines in libraries: collecting, cataloging, community / Zine Librarians Interest Group ; Joshua Barton, Violet Fox, Anissa Malady, Kelly McElroy, Matthew Moyer, Sarah G. Wenzel

Zine Librarians Code of Ethics Zine / Heidy Berthoud, Joshua Barton, Jeremy Brett, Lisa Darms, Violet Fox, Jenna Freedman, Jennifer LaSuprema Hecker, Lillian Karabaic, Rhonda Kauffman, Kelly McElroy, Milo Miller, Honor Moody, Jude Vachon, Madeline Veitch, Celina Williams, Kelly Wooten

Ornery Cuss / K Ratticus

Against the Logic of the Guillotine / crimethInc.

Bound to Struggle: Where Kink and Radical Politics Meet #1 / ed. simon strikeback

Bound to Struggle: Where Kink and Radical Politics Meet #2 / ed. simon strikeback

Bound to Struggle: Where Kink and Radical Politics Meet #3: Language / ed. simon strikeback

Bound to Struggle: Where Kink and Radical Politics Meet #5: Praxis / ed. simon strikeback

Men I Think Are the Same Man: Men I Have Mistaken For Each Other (and some women) / aggie

Every Thug Is a Lady: Adventures Without Gender / Julia Eff

tear the petals off of you / Julia Eff

People Like Us: David Byrne’s 1986 Cult Film True Stories as a Search for Autistic Connection / Lewis Attilio Franco

Tracing this Body: Transsexuality, pharmaceuticals & capitalism & New Flesh, New Struggles self discovery thru porn & kink / michelle o’brien

Brides of the Mystery / Lydian Brambila & Ariel Ackerly

An Otherworldly Light #1 / R. P. Schneider (ed.), ChatGPT, Stable Diffusion

An Otherworldly Light #2 / R. P. Schneider (ed.), ChatGPT, Stable Diffusion

Welcome to Our Dimension Party (2nd ed.) / Samantha Hensley

Behind the Zines #16: Zines Saved My Life! / ed. Billy McCall

Weirdo du Jour #3: “Line Cook Love” / K Ratticus

Cathode Ray Mission #1: A Horror and Sci-Fi Fanzine / K Ratticus

Cathode Ray Mission #2: A Horror and Sci-Fi Fanzine / K Ratticus

Testimony, v. 1 / ed. Ryan Avery

Postcards from Irving, v. 5 / Tyler

The Desert Sun #51 / Billy

Proof I Exist #42: Five Days in Chicago / Billy McCall

Zisk #34: If Ichiro Journaled Like Henry Rollins / ed. Mike Faloon & Mike Fournier

Selected list of zine distros and other places to find most of these titles:

Antiquated Future

Behind the Zines Distro (Billy McCall)

Bound to Struggle (simon strikeback)

Crapandemic (Julia Eff)

Dena Zilber

Flotation Device (Keith Helt)

Gut Bucket Research (David Tighe)

Honeycraft (Lindsey Richter)

Lydian Brambila

Policymaker (Mike Fournier)

Related Records (Ryan Avery)

SAMSKETCHBOOK (Sam Hensley)

Weirdo du Jour (K Ratticus)

ZineLibraries.info

PS I'm moonmoth on LibraryThing.

#zines #lists

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turmoilcity · 7 months ago

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OFFICIAL LOVE POTION STORY LEAK

This projects getting too big so i leaks it

Episode: Love Potion

Synopsis: Dylan is hit with a love ray after fukkn around Chellvan's bot. these the results

Meanwhile in Chellvans lab.

“Augh I can’t believe they foiled my plans again!” He shouts to the air.

“Maybe if you had took our idea instead-” Aliyanna says boredly.

“WHAT WAS THAT?”

“DUDE” Haiden speaks up, “You’re always winning about not having a support team, but you never take our suggestions!”

“That’s because all your suggestions are dumb.” Chellvan huffs.

Drystan the most serious or emo one of the group crosses his arms “So why do you waste our team with this whole “Villain group shtick?””

“Waste your time? HA. You’re lucky I found you’re sorry ass in the alley that day!”

“When are we gonna actually take down the GAME team!?” Aliyanna interjects. “You always say we will but then we get our butts handed to us. And I hate losing!”

“Ugh, why don’t you idiots get that this isn’t some easy over night scheme? Taking over game may take weeks, months- years. This is a hero agency we’re talking about, with decades of secrets and-”

“Womp. Womp. Womp, you gonna go into your snoring loser lecture again.”

The group laughs at Haiden, but he gets choked up and then everyone goes silent.

Chellvan is serious, “If I’m a loser, what does that make you troubled, little sheep?”

It gets very serious until Ishmel adds, “LOSER BY ASSOCIATION. BOO.”

“You’re such an idiot” Haiden groans

Chellvan sighs and tosses haiden aside. “The idiot is right. You ARE a loser by association.” He turns a bewildered look unto them, “All of you are! And I’d hate to bed losers.”

It goes quiet again, and ishmel raises a hand, “I think sleeping with losers is fine. Sure, some people may argue that it’s a self esteem thing, but it’s not about who you lay with, rather the experience two possible lovers can share-”

“He’s talking about letting us sleep in his mansion!” Drystan says exasperatedly.

“Oh.” Ishmel blinks.

“I think we’re done having this conversation.” Chellvan says snudely brushing his collar.

“But before we go, I think it’s best if we mention something that was possibly a win on our end.”

Chellvan turns, intrigued, “Really?”

“Yes. we’ve hit their leader, Dylan.”

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ATHEGAME HOUSE

“DYLANNN!” Lillian wails

Jenna groans, “Lillian, it’s not like he’s dead! Stop screaming in the guys ear.

“I haven’t seen Dylan this unresponsive since we had to raid that DDLG furry convention.” Collin says.

“eUgh. Please do not bring that up.” Justin shudders.

“Dylan! Say something!” Lillian cries, holding dylan by her lap.

Bella appears with a pan, “I’ve got it,” she says readying a blow.

Unintelligible noise comes from Dylan as he stirs awake. Lillian squeals with glee as bella adopts a look of defeat.

“Dammit.He always wakes up before I can panfry him.”

“DYLAN! ARE YOU OKAY!?”

Dylan see’s two lillians. He moans trying to say something.

Collin comes in over his shoulder, “Woah, dude… there are like… hearts in your eyes.

“LEMME SEE?” the group says and ambush Dylan trying to look into his eyes. There in fact hearts in them.

Lillain gasps.

He pushes them all away, and rubs at them muttering incohensively.

From the pile that was pushed, manny says, “what was that, Dylan? yOu’re kind of… muttering-”

“I said, which one of you idiots actually smell like ass?”

Bella sniffs her brother. “That would be Justin.”

SHe sniffs her pitt, “Actually, that might be me.” SHe smirks.

“HEY-”

The group take a protracted stage step left.

Lillian rushes to Dylan again, “Oh, dylan! I’m so glad you woke up!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he pushes her aside, still a bit dazed. “All the screaming and lights, it’s giving me a major headache.”

“SOMEBODY KILL THE LIGHTS!” Lillian barks. SOmeone turns the lights out while Dylan gives lillian an exasperated look. The sun light is still shining through. “AND THE OTHER LIGHTS” she orders.

“Lillian. That’s the sun.” savannah says.

“DYLAN SAID NO LIGHTS!” she turns to dylan apologetically, “Don’t worry Dylan! If there’s a Lil, there’s a Way! “ She takes off determintedley.

The group looks after her.

Without taking his eyes from Lillian, collin says to bella, “Why was your sister dressed as a nurse?”

“I don’t know. Figured it was a kink thing.”

“She obviously dressed that way to make a point of helping Dylan,” Jenna sighs as if it’s obvious.

“She’s obviously, very dumb,” Bella stage whispers to Collin.

“Dylan, you’ve been passed out since the fight? How are you feeling?” Jennas asks to Dylan kneeling in front of him.

He’s rambling, “Wow, and you guys didn’t even think to call a doctor? I’ll definitley remember this in the future if one of you gets hure-” Jenna appears infront of him. “Heaven?”

“Huh?”Jenna frowns.

“What?” Savannah and Meghan say simultaneously.

“NO.” Bella interjects boulderzing Jenna out of the way. At Bella’s appearance, the hearts in dylans eyes fade. “Let me see this boy! You have to be SERIOUSLY sick in the head if you think JENNA is heaven.”

“I’d like to think I’m a catch.” Jenna throws in coy over bella’s shoulder.

“Nobody asked you,” Bella glares eerily back at her.

“That you are,” Dylan says in a gravelly voice, stunning bella so much she cracks her neck back to him.

Jenna goes noticeably red as meghan and Savannah squeal at the fanservice display. Dylan punts bella with force to her friends Collin and manny.

“HEY!” Bella barks.

“Hey yourself,” Dylan says, eyes on jenna. Jenna looks flushed.

“What the….” Everyone is quiet as Dylan looks at jenna who’s reddening more. She snaps at him, “DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. DYLAN, I AM YOUR COMRADE.”

“In that case” Collin speaks up, “ What’s wrong with a little… comradery?” he taunts.

The other’s “Oooh”

Jenna goes even redder.

SUDDENLY IT’S PITCH BLACK. Everyone blinks.

LILLIAN HAS SUCCSEFULLY MANAGED TO COVER THE SUN WITH A SPECAIL SPHERE

“IF THERE’S A LIL… THERE’S A WAY!!!!” Lillian cries heroically

⚠️NEWSFLASH⚠️

A young male news reporter comes in on the news, “This just in, our town ‘Turmoil’ is literally about to go into an ice age due to our incompetent heroes FUCKING OVER HUMANITY AGAIN. WHY CAN’T WE HAVE A NORMAL DAY IN THIS TOWN?”

In chellvans residence everyone is confused.

Chellvan shudders by a custom fire place, ‘i can’t believe I lost to these idiots.”

BACK AT THE GAME MANSION

Dylan's ringer goes off and he answers it, "yeah, I’m own it. Me too Mrs. Anne…. Me too.’

‘What did Mrs. Anne say?’ Collin asks, fog coming from his mouth.

“She says we better go see what the hell is going on before she skins your asses alive.”

“Ms. Anne would never say that?” Savannah gasps.

Dylan begans, “You’re right, she wouldn’t. I did. Now let’s go.”

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OUTSIDE THE TOWNS PEOPLE ARE RUNNING FRANTIC IN THE DARK CHILLED STREETS. ONE OF THEM BUMPS INTO BELLA

“Oof! I never understood why these guys run like chickens every time a minor inconvenience happens.”

Justin looks at her, “We literally just dropped sixty degrees in the last five minutes.”

Bella frowns, “Then they'd better be going to get something to throw over their arms.”

“Those guys are.” Manny nods to a group of guys trying to rob a store. Manny, Justin and Bella take off after them.

Savannah looks to the sky where Lillian is still defiantly blocking the sun, “Lillian! Let the sun go, you’re causing a literal out rage down here!”

Lillian strains as she holds the sphere, “MUST. PROTECT. DYLAN.”

“Protect Dylan from what?” Dylan says casually appearing by Lillian’s side. Lillian looks up and brightens. At the sight of him, she forgets the sun and drops the sphere to throw her arms around dylan instead.

“Dylan! You’re okay!” She cheers.

Dylan smiles and allows Lillian to take him down to the ground again.

⚠️NEWSFLASH.⚠️

The newsreporter is disgruntled and out of breath, “This just in… We get to see another day.” he falls out his chair.

The crowd claps as Lillian and Dylan land.

“Alright, alright, shows over,” Jenna huffs. Several cameras appear in her face with news reporters ready for the scope.

Lillian nuzzles Dylan, Dylan is okay with this, but Collin, Manny and Savvanh give the pair a weird look. Bella, Manny and Justin reappear with the bad guys.

Bella is furious, she storms up to them, ‘HEY! WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL?”

Manny is confused, “yeah, I thought you were just crushing on Jenna? Is she gonna be cool with that?” To this jenna turns her head.

Dylan gives lillian a look of admiration, “Who cares when you’ve got a girl that would literally block the sun for you.” He goes to hug lillian back, making Lillian blush.

“Oh, Dylan.” she purrs.

The group relches.

“Well, that worked in my favor,” Jenna says, ignoring the mics and reviewers still asking her questions. She hones in on Dylan and his eyes, that has hearts in them. She thinks… “Wait a second…”

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GAME AGENCY.

In the heroes counseling room, Mrs. Anne paces in front of them, not pleased.

“32 town threatening situations in one month! You kids have caused more chaos then there is time? How on earth is that possible!?”

When we get to Dylan, he’s holding lillian in his lap telling her how adorable she is. Bella isn’t very happy about this situation.

“And you two!” Mrs. Anne warns stopping in front of the cuddly couple. “What’s with this lovey dovey thing?”

“You didn’t hear Mrs. Anne?” Bella groans sarcastically, “Dylan and Lillian are the newest super romance, according to the town.” She shoves her phone in front Mrs. Anne where an article shows of the two getting sundaes together.

Mrs. Anne is sheepish, “well then… i suppose I can brush up on checking in with my team myself.”

“Are we in trouble because Lillian tried to block the sun? Jenna asks boredly.

Mrs. Anne looks up, “Well i can’t not punish you guys, for that stunt you pulled earlier. What would that make me look like? You’ll get three assignments on geology over the weekend.”

The group groans, collin gathers them, “c'mon group. If we cant do geology for 3 days, then how can we battle the toughest villains?”

SHUT UUUUUUUUP” Bella barks.

“Ur just saying that because Ms. Anne is right there aren't you?” Megan groans.

As the group leaves, ms. Anne looks wearily at dylan and LIllian in their own little world.

“Dylan,” She says, capturing his attention. “Can i speak with you?”

Dylan kisses Lillian’s cheek before walking up to Mrs. anne a glow about him.

“What’s up?” he says.

Mrs. anne is weary, “i don’t know I just…” she looks out at Lillian who is mindlessly giddy. “You and lillian?”

“She’s cute, right?” he smirks.

Mrs. anne smiles, “yes but…. Wait are those… hearts? …In your eyes?

Ms. Anne looks panicked. "Call the group back."

Dylan is oblivious as he grins, “Hm?”

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“So he’s under a love potion?” Bella asks disinterestedly.

“A quick check up from our doctors and scientists of GAME confirms that Dylan has higher hormoronal charge than usual-”

“HA.” Bella laughs. “So that must mean barely any.”

“The love potion he’s under is a spell that acts as a parasite. If he finds any alluring or charming traits of an individual, the chemicals imbalance to favor his new target.”

“Ick.” Collin grimmaces.

“It’s best you guys keep him indoors, to save him and yourself any trouble.” Ms. Anne explains casually.

“Ms. Anne.” Dylan speaks up, raising his hand. “Has anyone ever told you that you are an incredibly bright woman-”

“Okay, enough lolly gagging get out of my office.” SHe pushes them all out.

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“AUGH! Dylan and Lillian are an item now?!” Aliyanna expresses in disgust looking at her phone.

Drystan looks bored, “Well I guess that love potion was affective,” he says to Chellvan who is looking out the window.

Chellvan ignored them, “Well I guess that’s a point for ANTI GAME MWAHAHA”

Haiden laughs obnoxiously, “HAH! You’re lucky that love potion never hit one of us! Could you imagine Aliyanna and I ever flirting with each other?”

“Who said I’d be flirting with you?” Aliyanna mumbled under her breath.

THE OTHERS JOIN IN ON HIS EVIL LAUGH-

“Yeah, I’m not sure I really like that name.”

Why did you choose to shoot them with a love potion?” Drystan asks

Chellvan gives him the utmost maniacal look, “because…”

The group waits in anticipation.

It hits drysatn. He cringes, “Don’t tell me it’s Just-”

“JUST BECAUSE” Chellvan laughs maniacally.

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BACK AT THE GAME HOUSE.

“I just don’t think I can do this anymore.’ Dylan says unfazed.

“NOOOOOOOO” Lillian cries. She recomposes herself “okay.” Lillian skips away,

“Well, that went a lot easier than I expected.” Savannah mutters.

“And as for you.” Dylan says, seemingly towards Savannah.

She winced, “Oh, boy-”

“Not you, Behind you.”

Over Savannahs shoulder is Collin. Everyone turns to him.

“You, come here.” Dylan motions him towards himself.

“What am I guilty of this time?” Collin groans.

“Nothing.” Dylan starts. “But being so damn cute on that car ride home. Has anyone ever told you, you're adorable when you do what's right? That whole “Come on guys. Lets do the right thing! Lets learn geology’ team spirit is just the type of character that gets my motorboat running.”

The group GUFFAWS.

Collin is confused, “I-I-”

“You don't have to say too much, just take your cute ass to my room and we can finish our discussion there-”

Collin gasps. But Bella bombards through again.

“ENOOOOUGH.” She cries. Now she gives Dylan an offended, “first it was Jenna. Then my twin, now you're flirting with my BEST FRIEND!?!?!? This has gone TOO FAR.”

“and what are you gonna do about it?” Dylan smirks at her.

Bella growls, “I'm gonna kick your-”

“MONTAGE!!!” :D Lillian cries over the both of them.

Montage Timmmmmme

“THAT”S IT!” Bella barks as Dylan watches tv. Je looks confused until he’s almost tackled. He spins out of it causing bella to hit the floor hard with a thud.

“Jeez… whats your problem?” he asks the slightest impressed.

She hops and dusts herself off, then gives him an accusing glare, “you…”

She lurches for him engaging in a fight as Dylan blocks every move

THE CREATOR OF THIS WEBSERIES IS NOT GOOD WITH ANATOMY NOR ACTION SCENES, AND THIS STORY HAS GOTTEN TOO LONG… LET’S FAST FORWARD :D

Both Bella and Dyan are out of breath.

Dylan pants swiping his brow, ‘What… -huff- the fuck… -huff- is YOUR PROBLEM?”

“YOU MADE GOOGLY EYES AT EVERYONE IN THIS PLACE BUT ME” Bella cries. She falls to her knees. “How could you do this to me? You know I live to get all your attention.”

Dylan blinks and looks at her, some cogs in his head seemingly turning, “You…. did all this,” he looks back at the destroyed living room. “For me?” His gaze goes softer as a gentle melody begins to grow- He suddenly gets a dark glare, “Who the hell is gonna clean ALL OF THIS UUUUUP” He says rising to grow an electric ball over his fist. There’s suddenly a thud outside and both parties turn to look. The rest of the team also happen to appear.

Chellvans back at it again. Causing mayhem

“I’ll get the hose.” Manny blinks before walking off.

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Chellvan laughs maniaccly again, this time in a much smaller robot suit as he stands atop of a building, firing st the town. Bella suddenly appears to spin kick him at the back of his head, knocking him over. He falls off the ledge.

“E z” she says. Lillian flies down to get him urgent care.

“Now, where were we?” Bella turns back around to Dylan. He holds his hands up.

“Because.” Dylan starts. “I’ve learned over these past couple of hours that really… truly- none of you are my type. You’re all weird and annoying, and quite frankly, I’m embarrassed that I fell in love with any of you idiots to begin with.”

“Up. up. I’m not gonna fight you over this whole love ordeal.”

“Why not?” she says still getting into pose.

It goes quiet for a moment before Bella blares “WHAT?” she begins to fly off the handle, the rest of the team standing back, watching the scene.

“When he was calling us annoying he was talking about you guys,” Justin crossed his arms. “Not me.” As they conversate, the town is still in hysteria. There should be no music on this part.

“Welp.” Savannah sighs. “I guess that’s the end of Dylan’s love spell.”

“He went out sort of weak,” Collin shrugged.

“Thank God that’s over.” Jenna says. Before flying off the rooftop.

THAT’S ALL FOLKS.

ROLL CREDITS

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unlikelyfanhairdoalmond · 1 year ago

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Trailer for the movie « Finestkind »

Tim Daly portrays Dennis Sykes, Wallace’s character’s father and a very successful lawyer married to Donna (Davidovich), who also happens to be the ex-wife of Ray Eldridge (Tommy Lee Jones).

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The crime thriller stars Oscar-winner Tommy Lee Jones, Ben Foster, Toby Wallace and Jenna Ortega. It is written and directed by Brian Helgeland, the Academy Award-winning screenwriter of “L.A. Confidential” and “Mystic River,” as well as the director of “A Knight’s Tale.” “Finestkind” is set to debut exclusively on Paramount+ in December 15, 2023.

The film unfolds in New Bedford, Mass., America’s biggest commercial fishing port, and tells the story of two brothers (Foster and Wallace) from opposite sides of the tracks, who are reunited as adults over one fateful summer. When desperate circumstances force them to strike a deal with a dangerous Boston crime syndicate, a young woman (Ortega) finds herself caught in the middle. This tests the bonds between brothers, friends, and a father (Jones) and his son.

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By the way, New Bedford, MA is where Téa Leoni got a sound booth for ADR named after her. 😉

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dreamyyesenia · 8 days ago

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Always Keep Simming - An unexpected visit - it’s time for action- NOW

Colin stayed in the Realm of Magic with Deanna Colton until early morning. As Deanna accompanied him to Glimmerbrook (to save him from another attack), Raven came running to them and told them some worrisome news: The sage of mischief magic, Jenna Blackburn, had been senced around Willow Creek by the specters! Aileen had called all parties to the Goth's house asap!

Meanwhile at the Goth's Manor, Lenore Goth, vampire child of Lilith Vatore and Mortimer Goth, ate the ambrosia Aileen cooked to help defend her against Jenna!

Welcome back, Lenore!

Jenna Blackburn came to the Goth's Estate!

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Colin Blackburn and Deanna Colton, the new sage of practical magic, stayed at the Glimmerbrook Gardens training magic for hours. Deanna then helped him to get safely to Glimmerbrook’s outer edges. However, as they were saying their goodbyes, a figure emerged out of the woods. It was Raven Newada.

“Colin, Deanna, wait!”, he shouted, running to them. “Hey Rave, what is it?”, Deanna asked. Deanna and Raven apparently already knew each other? They had no time for explanations though, Raven seemed troubled. Raven bent over, panting for fresh air. “It’s your grandma. She’s at your place.” Colin didn’t need to know anything else. He got ready to transport himself as far as he could. “Wait”, Deanna called. She came to stand by him and Raven. “Let’s go together. Call in everyone else too”, she said. Raven nodded. “Aileen already sent a message through her wormhole generator to space. Maddox and my wife will stay to guard the Realm. I’m coming with you”, Raven explained. “Good. Remember what I taught you, Colin”, Deanna addressed Colin. He only nodded. He wished he hadn’t left home. He had walked right into his grandmother’s trap. But he still felt like this had been the right move to make. Hopefully, his intuition wouldn’t fool him, this time.

Meanwhile… at the Goth’s estate:

Lenore Goth was ecstatic. She felt like a newborn. She was power, she was a creature of the night. She was in her element. She wasn’t alive but she was corporal. Undead. She was a vampire and this was her fresh start. And she was very, very hungry.

Aileen stood ready with her freeze ray in hand. Behind her, Pandora and Blurb tried to be as quiet as possible. “I’m so excited, excited! I get to test on a witch!”, Pandora whispered happily. “Shhh, please be quiet”, Aileen warned her. Jenna Blackburn was standing in the living of the Goth's Estate, looking around confused. She was oblivious to their presence because the aliens had started manipulating her mind the moment she had appeared near grounds. Thank the watcher for the specters. If they hadn’t warned Aileen, Jenna would have broken into Aileen and Colin’s house, where the kids and Alexander would have been. Aileen took a deep breath. It was time to focus, and making sure her aim was right. And then, Aileen confronted Jenna and she freezed.

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thenightling · 1 year ago

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The Sandman DVD reminder!

A reminder for Sandman fans. Season 1 of The Sandman comes to DVD, Blu Ray, and 4K next Tuesday. November 28th.

The DVD is currently 19.99 on Amazon, the Blu Ray is 24.99 and the 4k is 42.99 dollars.

Here is the original trailer for new fans.

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Plot: In 1916 a sorcerer named Roderick Burgess and his Order of Ancient Mysteries accidentally capture Dream of the Endless AKA Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, while trying to summon The Grim Reaper.

Rather than let Morpheus go, they keep Morpheus imprisoned for over a century. In 2022 Morpheus finally escapes. He finds his kingdom (the realm of Dreams and Nightmares AKA The Dreaming) in ruin. And a rogue nightmare has escaped into The Waking World and become a serial killer.

Morpheus must set things right, which requires tracking down his tools that had been taken from him during his captivity. His infinite pouch of dream sand (He is The Sandman after all), his helm (a battle helmet he never actually gets to use), and his ruby dream stone (a conduit for his power, like a wizard's wand).

This quest will lead him to London England, Hell, Western Upstate New York, and Florida. (See how each location is slightly worse than the one previous. :-P Joking.)

Through the story Morpheus undergoes considerable character growth and learns from his own past mistakes and misdeeds.

It's visually beautiful and at moments quite surreal and symbolic.

Many well-known British and American actors have roles in the show including but not limited to David Thewils, Charles Dance, Gwendoline Christine, Patton Oswalt, Jenna Coleman, John Cameron Mitchell, Stephen Fry, And Mark Hamill.

#The Sandman #Sandman #Neil Gaiman #Youtube

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maggie-004 · 1 year ago

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(Un-) Lucky coincidence – 6

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: In the aftermath of their electrifying chemistry read, Y/N and Jenna celebrate Y/N's successful casting as Friday Addams. They spend a joyful evening together, sharing laughter, stories, and an unexpected night of intimate connection. The next morning, as Y/N prepares for her last day of work at the hospital, they face the challenges of leaked identities and paparazzi attention.

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Jenna beamed at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You were absolutely incredible! I knew you had talent, but seeing you live was something else. The energy you bring to your sets is infectious, and I can see why you have such a dedicated fan base.” I blushed, feeling a mix of pride and gratitude. "Thank you, Jenna. It means a lot to hear that coming from you. I've worked hard to get where I am, and to have your support means the world to me." We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, and sharing stories. Jenna opened up about her own experiences in the industry, and I listened intently, hanging onto her every word. It was a beautiful connection, a genuine bond that continued to grow stronger with each passing moment. Jenna's phone buzzed with a notification. She glanced at it and then looked up at me, excitement evident in her eyes. "Guess what? Tim just messaged me. He loved our chemistry read so much that he wants to include more scenes between Friday and Wednesday in the script! It's amazing to see the impact we've made already." My heart swelled with joy. The fact that our chemistry had impressed Tim, the director himself, was beyond anything I could have imagined. "That's incredible news, Jenna! I can't believe how everything is falling into place. I'm so grateful for this opportunity. Her smile was mirroring my own joy.

As the night deepened, we found ourselves drawn to the comfort of the couch, the weariness of the day melting away. Jenna hesitated, her eyes filled with a certain look I couldn’t read. The unspoken yearning hung in the air, both of us longing for more than just a night of platonic slumber. In a moment of quiet surrender, I spoke softly, my voice barely above a whisper, "Jenna, you don't have to sleep in the guest room if you don't want to." A blush colored her cheeks as she met my gaze, understanding the depth of my invitation. But with only one bedcover, we were faced with a dilemma Without a word, she moved closer, her warmth radiating against my skin. We settled into the bed, our bodies fitting together with a natural ease, the air around us crackling with unspoken emotions. As the night unfolded, our bodies molded together in an embrace, seeking solace and comfort in each other's arms. It was a dance of surrender, of hearts finding their way to one another. The boundaries that once separated us began to blur, the distinction between friendship and love becoming indistinguishable. In the stillness of the night, I marveled at the way our hearts beat in synchrony, as if they had always known this was where they belonged. Our whispers of affection filled the air, intertwining with the soft rustle of the sheets. Each touch, each caress, spoke volumes, carrying the weight of unspoken confessions. The night passed in a haze of love and tenderness, the world beyond our sanctuary fading away. In that sacred space, we discovered the depths of our emotions, and our connection blossomed into something extraordinary. As the first rays of sunlight kissed the room, I stirred from my slumber, reluctantly untangling myself from Jenna's embrace.

The realization that my last day of work in the hospital awaited me added a bittersweet tinge to the morning. Silently, I made my way to the bathroom, allowing the warm water to wash away the remnants of sleep. The mirror reflected a face filled with a mix of contentment and longing. Subtly applying makeup, I hoped to capture the essence of the night, to carry it with me throughout the day. Emerging from the bathroom, I prepared a cup of coffee and savored the quiet solitude. Scribbling a note for Jenna, telling her where the apartment Keyes are, if she wants to take a walk, and telling her that she can use everything she wants. As I approached the nightstand to leave the note, I couldn't help but notice Jenna's phone, its battery nearing dying. A small smile played at my lips as I plugged it in, knowing that when she woke, she would find it fully charged, ready to reconnect with the world. With a sense of anticipation, I set a timer for the release of my latest YouTube video, allowing the world a glimpse into my DJing journey. The thought of Jenna watching it filled me with excitement and nerves, but above all, a deep longing for her to understand the emotions that danced within my heart. The morning sunlight spilled through the windows, casting a golden glow upon the hospital walls. It was my last day of work, a bittersweet realization that marked the end of an era.

As I entered the bustling corridors, a sense of purpose guided my steps. I moved with a determined stride, ready to face the challenges that awaited me. But little did I know that this day would test my resolve and tug at the delicate balance between my personal and professional life. The day started off on an unexpectedly busy note. Patient rounds were followed by a series of urgent calls and consultations. Time slipped through my fingers like sand, each passing moment demanding my undivided attention. As the morning stretched into the afternoon, Jenna's face flashed in my mind. We had planned to grab lunch together, a simple moment of respite amidst the chaos. But fate had other plans in store for us. One of my patients suddenly went into cardiac arrest, his condition deteriorating rapidly. The urgent call for assistance echoed through the hospital, drawing the attention of the medical team. I sprung into action, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Minutes turned into an eternity as we fought to stabilize the patient, every second hanging in the balance between life and death. Time seemed to stand still as we worked tirelessly, pushing the boundaries of our abilities. Finally, the patient's condition stabilized enough to be transferred to the Intensive Care Unit. The relief washed over me, tinged with exhaustion. But as I glanced at the clock, I realized that the lunch hour had slipped away, leaving me with a sense of disappointment. My mentor, sensing my frustration, approached me with a sympathetic smile. "Y/n, I know today has been demanding. Let's document everything together, and once we're finished, you can finally go home. You've earned a well-deserved rest." Her words brought a glimmer of hope to my weary heart. The thought of spending a few precious moments with Jenna lifted my spirits, reminding me of the warm feeling that awaited me beyond these hospital walls. With renewed determination, I focused on completing the necessary paperwork, knowing that soon I would be free to embrace the day with Jenna by my side. The minutes crawled by, each stroke of the pen feeling like an eternity. Finally, the documentation was complete, marking the end of my final day at the hospital. A mix of relief and anticipation surged through me as I bid farewell to my mentor and stepped into the world outside.

Jenna was waiting for me, her eyes filled with understanding and patience. We locked gazes, the unspoken connection between us weaving a tapestry of comfort. Together, we ventured out to find a quaint café, seeking solace in the simple act of sharing a meal. As we settled into our seats, conversation flowed effortlessly between us, filling the air with laughter and warmth. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of delectable dishes, creating an ambiance of comfort and contentment. But amidst our shared joy, the universe had other plans in store for us… again. A glance from a neighboring table, a whisper of recognition, and before we knew it, whispers of Jenna's fame filled the room. Cameras flashed, capturing her every move, leaving no corner untouched by the prying eyes of the public. In the midst of the chaos, a pang of realization struck me. My identity as a DJ, a secret I had carefully guarded, was now exposed. The delicate balance between my two worlds had been shattered, leaving me vulnerable and exposed, by the paparazzi and the trash magazines because they compared my facial features with the ones, where I normally wear masks, of course they matched. Jenna sensed my unease and reached out, her touch grounding me in the storm. "Y/n, we'll get through this together," she whispered, her voice filled with determination. Nodding, I mustered a smile, finding solace in her unwavering support. Our connection, though now thrust into the spotlight, remained steadfast, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. Finishing our meal, we left the café with our hands brushing against each others over and over again, ready to face the challenges that awaited us. The world may have learned my secret, but it couldn't diminish that bound, Jenna and me. As the day drew to a close, we returned to the sanctuary of my apartment, seeking solace in each other's arms. Those touches became normal within the first few hours of knowing each other. Jenna’s and my Love language is physical touch and through the weight of the day Jenna sensed that I needed her in my arms more than ever.

A/N: I tried a new method of proof reading so my English may is better than normally, or worse, I can’t really tell. But I still hope you like it. :)

#jenna marie ortega #actors #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #the fallout #jenna ortega x you #wednesday #wednsday addams

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